History of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 120 Competition: The Witch of Prayer

"Good-looking?" Feng Yun said calmly, her face was slightly red, and she didn't know what to say.

Feng Yun naturally knows what he looks like.

He also gave him a lot of help when he was in Da Ting and Yue Kingdom.

The appearance of a gentleman is no joke.

But in this land of Baiyue, it is the same, or even worse.

When the witch saw Feng Yun's blushing face, she laughed and joked: "Everyone has such a beautiful heart."

"Our sister from Baiyue is no exception, this old woman like me is no exception, and God is no exception."

After laughing, Feng Yun became more restrained.

This made the witch smile again.

But after laughing, the witch still seriously explained to Feng Yun what she wanted to pray for.

"Praying for blessings requires sincerity. The blessings at our Maple Leaf Festival are to pray to the butterfly mother born in the maple tree, who is also the Emperor Wa among the people in the Zhou Dynasty..."

"When you are waiting for blessings, if you have a silver circle, it will definitely cause the maple tree to respond. As for whether you can get the witchcraft passed down by God, that is beyond my control. This is God's will..."

Feng Yun listened carefully. Since the witch had her own plan, he would help her. Besides, this matter had no harm to him, and even had a lot of benefits.

Feng Yun thought: At this time, most of the Baiyue Kingdom are descendants of Jiuli. Being blessed by the maple tree is equivalent to gaining the approval of the gods. The people of Jiuli can no longer reject him because of his status as a Zhou person. .

He can also get more support after becoming an official.

However, he didn't see the witch's ability to lie like this.

"The witch is saying that this silver circle is the foundation of sacrifice?"

The witch nodded with a smile, then pointed to the silver ring earring on her right ear and said, "This is my Yao's second silver ring."

"Sacrificing with a scepter is just to add deterrence. This is the real key."

Putting the scepter with a missing silver ring aside, the witch was smiling.

Feng Yun lowered his head and laughed, but he didn't know that the witch was so naughty and didn't care about the face of other tribes.

"Witch, without a silver circle, you can't offer sacrifices and pray for blessings?"

"It can be said... Now that the Nuwa family has no power, even if I achieve innate martial arts and witchcraft without relying on luck, I still cannot channel the ancient gods."

Achieve innateness without relying on luck?
He is innate in martial arts and has become innate in witchcraft!

Feng Yun looked at the thin witch with some disbelief.

"Haha, Mr. Feng, don't underestimate the old woman. She broke away from Yu Yue decades ago and once again created one of Baiyue's main battles."

"At that time, even if Wang and the Bao clan leader joined forces, they would not be my enemies."

"Those elders from various tribes were all my soldiers and generals at that time. They obeyed my arrangements..."

"And I also achieved the innate witchcraft in that battle. Otherwise, why would I, Baiyue, be able to escape Yu Yue successfully and not be conquered for decades?"

The witch smiled boldly, her eyes full of sharpness, and the aura of an innate warrior pressed towards Feng Yun.

Feng Yun seemed to have seen a heroic witch galloping on the battlefield decades ago, fighting for the founding of Baiyue.

Immediately, literary energy emerged from his body, resisting the power of the witch.

Although he was not innate, the green branches flew out and turned into a green ruler.

It is full of the contents of "Jiuli Yinzi Table".

This green ruler carries the content of the law of language.

If Feng Yun is willing, he can use this method to achieve innate literary skills at any time. At this time, he is facing the pressure of the innate martial arts from the witch, but he does not retreat at all.

"What a destined weapon, what an innate method." The witch praised.

She has lived for many years. Although her martial arts has stagnated due to her specialization in witchcraft and she is now old, her aura is also very invincible.

At this time, seeing Feng Yun's green ruler, he discovered something mysterious.

His eyes flickered slightly.

"Fengjun is indeed an extraordinary person."

The witch calmed down her momentum and turned into an ordinary old woman again.

And Feng Yun also accepted the green ruler, his literary spirit dissipated, and he seemed like an ordinary person.

At this time, a thick voice came from outside the Witch Pavilion, but it was the leader of the Bao clan.

"Witch, my boy made you angry. He is angry in the pavilion."

The Leopard clan grew up carefree, but there was still a cautious look in their eyes.

But at this time, the witch had calmed down her aura and had a pleasant look on her face, so he dared to come in.

"I originally went hunting with the king, but when I heard that you were going to hand over the blessings to the children, the king and I hurried back."

"Oh." The witch asked someone to bring clear soup, and then said, "What about the king?"

The leader of the Bao clan didn't even look at the tea and said, "Go and arrange for those cubs."

The arrangement means that both Wang and the Bao clan leader recognized the witch's decision this time, and were very interested in it.

The witch also knew this. Even when she was old, she was still feared by these two people. "Yeah, not bad."

The witch looked at Feng Yun and said, "Let Mr. Feng go to rest. The sun is going to set, and it's time to eat."

Feng Yun got up after hearing the sound and left the witch and the Bao clan leader.

The leader of the Leopard clan snorted coldly and ignored it.

After he left, the conversation between the witch and the Leopard clan leader was heard in the pavilion: "It's time for me to retreat. It's time to choose one from the younger generation and divide this matter of praying for blessings and sacrifices."

"Ah, witch, this sacrifice is Yao's business. Who will get other tribes in their turn?"

"Oh, haha, in the past few years, all the talented Yao people have been taken away by the king to study the art of witch doctors. How can I, Yao, still have a baby to take up my burden..."

……

The next day, Feng Yun rested for a night in a wooden building built against the mountain. Feng Yun was awakened early by the singing echoing in the mountain.

When I opened the wooden window, the sky was hazy, and the torches used for lighting last night had not yet been extinguished.

People from all tribes have woken up and gathered under the empty altar.

At this time, it seems that An Feng is competing...

The beautiful figure is graceful and graceful, performing a slight witch dance. Unfortunately, the green cloth is wrapped around the head and covering the face, so that no one can see its stunning beauty.

"Yesterday's battle is not over yet?"

Feng Yun still had a silver ring on his wrist, and he felt helpless as he watched those Baiyue youths quarreling over the matter of hosting blessings.

These people were afraid that they had not slept all night.

"I get a bargain and can have a good night's sleep."

Feng Yun actually experienced the feeling of unofficial decision, and then washed up and went out to see it.

"What kind of comparison is this?" Feng Yun asked Yi Yao Mei in Jiuli language when he came to the altar.

"Ah, Mr. Feng!" Yao Mei was pleasantly surprised and replied hurriedly: "First we competed in hunting, and now we compete in singing and dancing. We Yao use singing and dancing to perform sacrifices and pray."

"How about the Li Yue of the Ji family?"

Feng Yun couldn't help but think of the scene where Li Yue competed for him yesterday, so he asked, and the Yao girl said without thinking: "Prince Li Yue, she fights very fiercely, but in the first round of singing and dancing..."

Yaomei wanted to laugh, but she held it back and said, "I'm afraid I have to go back to catch up on my sleep now."

"Ha..." Feng Yun chuckled.

Then he said: "Oh, then who can win?"

"Well, it's time to compete. There are two more from the Yi family and one from the Bao family. Choose one of the three."

"yes."

At this time, An Feng had gone down, and the descendants of the Bao family came.

"Apart from the Baiyue woman just now and the current clan member, who else is there?"

Hearing the sound, the Yao girl said: "There is also the Qibao of the Qi family. This year, the king's eldest son did not come, so the second son took over."

"But I don't think highly of him. He's not handsome."

"Jun?" Feng Yun remembered what the witch said, and the Yao girl really stared at Feng Yun's face.

"What about the members of the Bao clan?" It's hard to say that Feng Yun is not handsome, but if handsomeness is the standard, then An Feng.

But... An Feng covered his face.

And at this point, everything ends.

The king was followed by the Leopard clan leader and the witch.

Wang didn't look very good, because the fact that the Baobao could compete to the end was already giving him the greatest face.

And An Feng... in their opinion, her status is too low, she is just a maid next to Li Yue.

Although the An clan was not small, the ones that joined later were from the conquered wild tribes, making it difficult for An Feng to win and convince the crowd.

"Let's take Leopard Luo." The witch said for King Baiyue: "Leopard Luo is excellent in martial arts. He is second-rate at a young age, but he is expected to be first-rate."

"And his songs are powerful and his dances are powerful. I think Mother Butterfly will like it."

The witch's prestige is great. She made the decision at this time and spoke out, which saved the King of Baiyue from being unable to step down.

But she whispered, as if discussing: "That's good for An Feng. This Baoluo is a descendant of the Bao clan after all. Why don't you keep An Feng with me..."

Hearing the sound, King Baiyue frowned.

The leader of the Bao clan said: "The matter of praying for blessings and offering sacrifices."

"The old woman's Yao tribe will not be solely in charge of praying for blessings. Let's discuss where the place of sacrifice will be in the future."

"If there is someone who performs well in the future, he can be the officiant."

Officiant!

The weight of Baiyue.During the sacrifice, the king of Baiyue could not compare with the lofty status of the chief priest.

King Baiyue immediately said: "Okay, since the witch likes the baby, let's take it..."

(End of this chapter)