Xuanmen little counselor only wants to complete the success KPI

Logically speaking, Monument King is the ancestor of Mi You's family, so his surname should be Mi.But the stele king was called Mr. Liu by Nuo Po.

But Miyou knew that it was indeed the ancestor of his family.

But she is not in a hurry.When the stele king arrives in the hall, he will have time to understand these things in the future.Right now, it is more important to continue watching what Nuo Po wants to show her.

Nuo Po looks benevolent, majestic and friendly, but in fact she is much more decisive than Nagu.But he is indeed a sensible person.

Nagu was raised by the village and witches since she was a child, even if she was rejected later, she felt that it was no big deal to pay her life back.One life understands cause and effect, and never has any connection with this village again.

But Nuo Po is not.

The village's help to the Nuo Po is far less than what the Nuo Po has done for the village.

What's more, the person who believed the rumors and really gave Nuo Po the worst was her son.

The Nuo woman had no expression on her face, but her heart was full of sadness and hatred.

Mi You guessed that Nuo Po had already made up her mind at that time.

Nuopo learned the art of worshiping gods and offering sacrifices, and she doesn't know how to borrow orders.This is also normal.In Xuanmen, those involving fate and luck are all top-level techniques, with high requirements, many restrictions, and difficult inheritance.If everyone knows it, is there still a way for ordinary people to survive?After all, people who follow evil ways don't care about other people's lives and fortunes.

But Nuo Po knew that Mr. Liu would definitely.

"Didn't you believe other people's words and believe that I borrowed the lives of my children and grandchildren? Then I will really borrow it!"

The Nuo woman made some arrangements, and when her son came to the door crying and begging to make trouble again, the Nuo woman sighed and said, "Things are not as you expected, but since you are so persistent...forget it, come back in five days. Daddy Baby will be fine."

The Nuo woman prepared a lot of materials, and she stayed behind closed doors for the first two days, until the third day, when the Nuo woman went out, she became old and haggard.

People in the village whispered: "Look, once the spell of borrowing life is terminated, she will grow old immediately!"

Nuo Po pretended not to hear anything as if nothing had happened.

She deliberately and quietly went out at night with her things, went to four directions of the village, and secretly buried some things.Someone was following her furtively, but she pretended not to know, and let the people behind her see clearly.

She knew that when she went away, someone would dig up what she had buried.

When she got home, she shut the door again, but this time, her good son didn't wait until the fifth day.

At noon on the fourth day, Nuo Po's son took several tribesmen and carried the unconscious baby to the door of Nuo Po's house.For the sake of his son and his successor, this seemingly honest but ignorant and selfish farmer had long thought of how to persecute his mother.

"Mother, didn't you promise to let the eldest baby go? Why do you do this kind of thing secretly!"

Nuo Po's son threw a cloth bag on the ground in full view, crying loudly.

The cloth bag fell to the ground, the sackcloth wrapped around the things spread out, and the things inside were scattered all over the ground.The outermost ones are an old woman's hairpin and a child's rattle, and the two things are tightly tied together with a red thread.

People's eyes were fixed on the things on the ground.Those are objects of Nuo women, and some children's toys, bells, bracelets and so on.These things are wrapped with red thread and tied together in pairs.

"It's really borrowing life!" Everyone was in an uproar.

Until now, no one finally believed it, and was shocked and panicked.

Unlike the others, a trace of untimely complacency suddenly appeared on the simple and honest face of Nuo Po's son.But he quickly restrained himself, and still questioned the Nuo woman in a crying voice: "Mother, stop! I only have the blood of a big baby... Please, mother!"

He knelt down on the ground with a thump, and kowtowed desperately. Although it was muddy ground, he obviously exerted great effort, and within a few strokes, his forehead was red.

"enough."

The Nuo woman trembled with anger, and finally stopped the farce.

She stared deeply at her son, as if she really knew him.After a moment of silence, the Nuo woman said, "Zhuzi, I have never treated you badly in my life, so please do it yourself. Bring the scissors!"

Zhuzi's daughter-in-law had been wiping her tears beside her, and when she heard this, she immediately responded with an "hey", reached for the scissors from the basket beside her and handed them over.

You are so well prepared...

The Nuo woman took the scissors with a sigh, and looked at the pillar again. Then she closed her eyes, bent down, picked up the pair of hairpins and rattles bundled together, and twisted them hard.

With a click, the head of the hairpin snapped off and fell to the ground.

The Nuo woman also spat out a mouthful of blood with a "flutter".

"Broken! The technique is broken!"

The crowd of onlookers made a noise.Only the Nuo mother-in-law and her son who were surrounded in the middle remained silent.

The Nuo woman picked up the objects in pairs on the ground one by one, and set off the scissors one by one.What she cut was not the red thread, but something that belonged to her.Every time it was damaged, she would spit out a mouthful of blood.By the time the four things were cut, her face was as white as paper.

Throwing down the scissors, the Nuo woman turned around and went back into the house without looking back, closing the door behind her.

"Wake up, wake up!" The crowd shouted.

The unconscious child, who was still breathing weakly just now, rubbed his eyes and sat up from the wooden board: "Father? Mother?"

"Big baby! Mother's lifeblood!" Zhuzi's daughter-in-law rushed forward crying.

As soon as the spell was broken, Dawa woke up.The Nuo woman borrowed the life of her descendants, so she did it.

For seven consecutive days, the Nuo woman stayed behind closed doors. On the eighth day, the Nuo woman went out with a pale complexion, looking ten years older than before.She found the village head and said frankly: "My time has come, prepare for my funeral."

"I have no fate with future generations. I don't need them to arrange my funeral. For the sake of my whole life for the village, I just ask the village to help me choose a barren hill. I will pay for it myself. Just leave it to the village chief."

The village head sighed, and he didn't want to offend Nuo Po, and he didn't need to pay for it himself, so he readily agreed.

"Then please ask the village chief. I have a book of Taoism, but the one of Nuo is not good, and there is no one in the village who is talented, so I will take it with me. Three days later, please come to the village chief to see me off at noon, and take my book. Just bury the book together with me."

The Nuo woman went back after explaining the matter.

About the Nuo woman, the village head turned around and told Zhuzi.

"We will take care of Nuo Po's funeral, but you are Nuo Po's son after all, so we still have to tell you about it."

Zhuzi nodded honestly, and sighed: "After all, it's because of the eldest son...my mother may have blamed me, and I will follow the arrangements of the village."

On the third day, the village head called some people to Nuo Po's house.Nuo Po had already changed her clothes and was sitting by the bed waiting.Seeing the village head and the others come in, the Nuo woman didn't speak, but just showed them the two boxes beside the bed.Then I lay down on the bed, and within a few breaths, I was gone.

So miraculous, people in the village dare not violate the meaning of Nuo Po.

In the two boxes, one is containing the silver taels needed for future affairs, and the other is containing the Daoist book.The village head put the box of Daoist scriptures under Nuo Po's head as a pillow, bought things with silver taels, and buried Nuo Po in this way.

"Is this the end of the matter?" Mi You frowned and asked, "Your method is not a life-borrowing technique at all, is it?"

Nuo Po smiled slightly: "Of course not..."

The technique handed down by Nuo Po's family is actually called "continuing life".The difference of one word makes a huge difference.