Traitor

Chapter 130 Her name is Murong, she admires her
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Wen Gu closed his eyes, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it expressionlessly.

Zhao Wuyou smiled, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you understand it in your heart." She erected the painting unhurriedly, and walked slowly to Wen Gu, "Isn't it the same in your hometown?"

Wen Gu's hand trembled, and the boiling hot tea poured on the back of his hand, blurring bright red.

This is a very simple ink painting, there is only a desert on it, and a strange thing grows in the Populus euphratica forest.But he recognized what it was at a glance, so he...

Wen Gu stared at Zhao Wuyou in front of him, and looked at her in disbelief, "Have you been to Northern Xinjiang?"

"I haven't been there before, this is what I imagined - your hometown." Zhao Wuyou put the painting on the desk, coughed twice and sat down, "How, does the painting look like it?"

"You—" Wen Gu paused, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Wuyou smiled and said, "Looking at your appearance, I know how much my painting resembles the hometown in your memory."

"If you know the art of witchcraft, you will be hard-pressed to meet an opponent." This is the highest evaluation given by Wen Gu.

Zhao Wuyou smiled, "I've never thought about these things, but you mentioned the art of witchcraft, I'm a little interested. Could you please explain it to me, Doctor Wen?"

Wen Gu sighed softly, "Do you have to know?"

"Do you have to hide it?" Zhao Wuyou said, "I am the Minister of the Ministry of Rites, and I am still a young teacher. You can use me with confidence to find the person you are looking for. If you have any blood feud, I can still help you Reported, what's wrong with that?"

"In your eyes, there are only using and being used?" Wen Gu frowned.

Zhao Wuyou took a sip of hot tea, "This is the most realistic and strongest relationship between people. I've been in court for many years, and it's probably hard for you to convince me that there are still selfless people in this world. I'd rather I believe in mutual use, and I don’t want to believe in sincere mutual respect.”

Wen Gu narrowed his eyes, "This is a disease."

"It's a stubborn disease." Zhao Wuyou didn't deny it, "It's a chronic disease that has no cure."

Wen Gu was dumb for a moment.

"Tell me what's going on with the Wu Clan!" Zhao Wuyou stopped talking nonsense, "Wen Gu, if you don't say something, it doesn't mean you can hide it for a lifetime. As long as things in this world have existed, they must have existed." There are traces to follow. It doesn’t matter if you don’t tell me today, sooner or later I will find out. It starts from the jade pendant, from the witch tribe, or from the red rope. If it doesn’t work, I’ll go find Mu Baili.”

Upon hearing Mu Baili, Wen Gu stared at her suddenly, "Are you crazy, go find him?"

"Isn't it because of Dongchang's pursuit that you hid in Tibet?" Zhao Wuyou got up slowly, leaning forward slightly with his upper body leaning forward, with a clear smile on his lips, "I have plenty of ways to get the secret out of Dongchang's mouth. You should know that no one can stop what I am going to do, including you - Zhamutuo!"

She called her by his first name, and he clenched his hands in his sleeves.

Zhao Wuyou straightened up, with a gentle expression on her face, "Since there is nothing to say, then there is no need to say it, let's go back!" After speaking, she turned and walked out of the room.

"Is this painting of yours your memory?" Wen Gu asked suddenly.

Zhao Wuyou's footsteps faltered, and when he looked back at him, his eyes darkened slightly, "Is there anything special?"

"That piece of sandy date forest—how did you think of drawing such a piece of sandy date tree?" Wen Gu stood up, stiffened his back, and fixedly stared at Zhao Wuyou in front of him.

"I, I just draw as I like, there is no special meaning." Zhao Wuyou didn't know why he suddenly drew such a jujube forest.It seemed that someone had described a scene for her in her mind.

When she was painting, she had a sense of familiarity, and then she wrote like a god, and at the end she was actually moved.

But obviously, her casual works have a different meaning to Wen Gu.

"It seems that Doctor Wen likes it very much." Zhao Wuyou said calmly, "If you like it, I will give it to you."

Wen Gu stood there, brushing the palm of the palm of his hand gently over the jujube forest on the painting, "In the old days, she liked to meet me there, and we often stayed there to look at the stars. The stars and the moon in the desert are all It's the cleanest."

"Who is she?" Zhao Wuyou asked.

"Her name is Murong." Wen Gu's eyes were gentle, even a big man's eyes were red.When she looked up at Zhao Wuyou, she forced a smile, "She is very smart, just like you. She looks very pretty when she smiles, and her crooked eyes are as clear as the Crescent Lake in the desert."

Zhao Wuyou frowned slightly, "Murong?"

"Yes!" Wen Gu sat down again.

Zhao Wuyou thought for a while, and then sat back. She didn't want to hear Wen Gu's love story, but this matter is very likely to involve the grievances between Dongchang Mu Baili and Wen Gu, so she has to listen patiently and learn from it. Find out the omissions of Wen Gu.

She didn't believe that Wen Gu would confess completely.

These words must be true and false.

Wen Gu said eloquently, "Murong is not from northern Xinjiang, she is from the Central Plains. My father is the patriarch and is responsible for the whole clan. He went to Jinling City that year and brought the clan's furs to the market as usual. , negotiating prices with wealthy merchants in Jinling City. When I was going back, I met a little girl who was about to starve to death on the way."

"That was the first time I saw Murong. The ten-year-old girl was dirty all over, and her big eyes were so beautiful that people would feel pitiful when they saw her. No one would be able to bear it. I begged my father, Brought her back to the Wu Clan. Murong, that’s how she appeared in my life. The reason why she is called Murong is because everyone thinks she is very beautiful.”

"Murong, Murong, admire you. Fortunately, the Wu Clan is a very friendly big family. No one rejects Murong, a foreign race. On the contrary, they are extremely friendly. Everyone likes Murong very much. Murong is very smart, no matter what he does. You can learn it."

"So, I secretly taught her how to refine and unravel Gu. In the witch clan, only with the approval of the patriarch can one learn the art of witchcraft, otherwise they will be treated as evildoers. But Murong learned it very quickly. I learned I have been practicing witchcraft for so many years, but I can barely compete with her. Sometimes, I ask her to teach me."

"My father soon found out about this matter. My father is the head of the clan. He and all the elders strongly opposed Murong's learning of the witchcraft skills of his own clan. After all, Murong is a foreign race. After all, he is not my race. The heart must be different. But Murong is very talented, and my father is also a little bit reluctant. Such a talented person is really rare, even the entire Wu clan has rarely seen such a talent in a hundred years."

Speaking of this, the light in Wen Gu's eyes dimmed instantly, "But the clan rules are strict, breaking the clan rules will be punished by burning."

"Fire torture?" Zhao Wuyou narrowed his eyes, "You killed her?"

Wen Gu shook his head, "How can I give up?"

"You let her go?" Zhao Wuyou was puzzled.

She really didn't understand the alien race in northern Xinjiang.But it can be seen from here that this northern Xinjiang is really a country of barbarians, if they turn their faces, they will turn their faces, and if they say they will be burned to death, they will be burned to death.

"No, she became a goddess." Wen Gu smiled suddenly, a little softly, "We believe in the true god, and the goddess is the only messenger responsible for the communication between the witch clan and the true god. Since the last goddess passed away, the witch clan has never found the most talented person. A good goddess will succeed her. Although Murong is of a different race, it is precisely because of this that it appears to be the will of the true God."

"It was the god who let her come to us, and it was also the god who asked her to help us. Therefore, in the final competition of witchcraft, Murong took the lead with absolute certainty and won the title of goddess. Since then , she can learn the art of witchcraft with me openly and aboveboard. Unfortunately, I don’t like this thing myself, I like the art of Qihuang from the people of the Central Plains.”

After saying that, Wen Gu let out a long breath, the memories of the past are always the best, so much so that - exhausted the good, the rest can only be memories.He didn't speak anymore, the expression on his face was a little numb, and even his eyes seemed sluggish when looking at people.

When the story reached this point, Zhao Wuyou knew that there should be a turning point.Regardless of whether what Wen Gu said was true or not, she could only listen to it as a story.Sentimentality is not in her nature, and she doesn't need to get into other people's stories and feel sad for others.

She is Zhao Wuyou, a warm and cold person.

"You don't seem to believe me very much." Wen Gu came back to his senses.

Zhao Wuyou raised his lips and smiled, "Believe it or not is my business. Maintaining the rationality and silence that an audience should have is a respect for the storyteller. Go on, I will listen quietly."

Wen Gu sighed softly, "You think it's nonsense?"

"I think it doesn't matter what it is, what matters is what you want to tell me." Zhao Wuyou was still sober.No matter how touching the love story is, it cannot shake her reason.

"You still don't believe it." Wen Gu said lightly, "You still don't believe it."

"I don't even believe in myself, why should I believe in you?" Zhao Wuyou took a sip of tea and looked at him indifferently, "But I am very interested in the witchcraft technique you mentioned. In the past Hanwu, How many people died because of this unwarranted voodoo technique. Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, even wanted to kill his own son and grandson, so you can imagine how dangerous your voodoo technique is."

Wen Gu smiled wryly and shook his head, "This is not the same thing at all. Our witchcraft actually refers to the art of refining Gu and the way of cultivating Gu. It is not created out of nothing. Didn't you personally experience the matter of Wang Shaojun?"

Speaking of this, Zhao Wuyou remained silent.If it wasn't for Wang Shaojun's Gu poison, Niu'er wouldn't lose her arm because of it!
"Then what happened to Murong later? Why did you get separated? Why did you have a grudge with Dongchang?" Zhao Wuyou asked.

(End of this chapter)