On August 12, Zhao Hongrun and the tribal chiefs of Gong and Luo made a bloody alliance on the banks of the Luoshui River.

On this day, the banks of the Luoshui River were overcrowded, including the tribesmen of the Shan and Qiang tribes who wanted to witness this scene with their own eyes, as well as the Chenggao army who maintained order.

Yes, although the two sides have reached an agreement now, the Dangshan and Dangshan clans still have relative resistance and hatred towards the Dangshan Army, no way, who told the Dangshan Army to create several ugly massacres and extermination incidents in this land of three rivers a while ago? Zhao Hongrun can only hope that time can gradually fade this hatred.

It stands to reason that the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Qiangjiao tribe are about to arrive in Yucheng, and they should no longer be distracted from doing things that have nothing to do with preparing for this big war, but due to the strong demands of the tribal patriarchs led by the patriarch of the Aries tribe, Halgohe, Zhao Hongrun can only "reluctantly" express his approval.

However, in the bottom of his heart, Zhao Hongrun is very enthusiastic about this matter, after all, the icing on the cake is far better than sending charcoal in the snow, and those tribal patriarchs can only formally reach an alliance and correct their position before the Wei army and the Qianjiao tribe start a big war, so that they can gain the trust of the Wei people led by him.

In fact, I am afraid that the tribal patriarchs also took this into account, so they hurriedly rushed to make an alliance with Zhao Hongrun before the war between the Wei army and the army of the Qianjiao tribe.

But no matter what kind of intention comes from, once today's covenant is formed, the "alliance of the water" in the future will seem to be twisted into a rope, and from then on, we will advance and retreat together.

Since it is a blood alliance, it is natural to hold a ceremony to worship the heavens, to report the obituary of the covenant reached between the two sides to the sky, and to ask for the protection of God.

The only difference is that the "heaven" believed in by Wei is the "Heavenly Father", that is, the sky above the heads of the world, and the only "heavenly god" in Wei. "Note: The "Earth Mother" believed by the Wei people belongs to the earth, and is the god who blesses farming and reduces water damage."

On the side of the people of Sanchuan, they believe in the "Plateau Gods" of their mythological culture.

However, this difference does not hinder the smooth progress of the ritual of sacrificing to the heavens, which is nothing more than the sacrifice of the two tribes to their gods, while the Wei people worship the heavenly father of the Wei country, and the two sides are near the two offering tables not far away, and they are carried out at the same time.

But the trouble is that the two clans have a special "opinion" in charge of this kind of thing, and they are naturally very familiar, but what about the Wei army? None of those with relevant experience are either. "Note: 觋 (xi) refers to the person in the tribe who plays a role in communicating with the gods or gods, usually an elderly person, and specifically refers to a man. Witches, on the other hand, refer specifically to women.'"

It's no wonder, after all, in the Wei State, the sacrifice of heaven and earth is the responsibility of the Ministry of Rites, and this time on the expedition to Sanchuan, there are no officials from the Ministry of Rites in the army to accompany them, if you have to say it, Zhao Hongrun has a sufficiently qualified 'Wu' by his side, that is, Mi Jiang, but the problem is that she is a Chu girl who learned the knowledge of Ba Wu, and she does not match the Wei State at all.

This question made Zhao Hongrun feel a deep headache.

He originally thought that signing the covenant was just a sign between the two sides and it would be over, who would have thought that the tribal chiefs of the two tribes would actually make such a stirring up of the people.

"There you go!"

In desperation, Zhao Hongrun pushed out Qiu Yu, the supplementary official of the imperial history.

After all, in his opinion, Qiu Yu, the imperial history supplement, was born in a famous family of Liang and was a decent scholar, and generally such a famous family, its family sacrifice to the ancestors will be quite grand, and there should be no mistake in upgrading a few grades on this basis.

But this decision almost didn't scare Qiu Yu half to death.

Think about it, you must know that today's sacrifice to the sky, it is a major event watched by tens of thousands of people of the two ethnic groups, and it is related to the majesty of the Wei State, if this is messed up, not to mention that his future as the imperial history supervisor will be completely ruined, maybe he will be charged with "ruining the prestige of the Great Wei", and he will be questioned by the court afterwards, this is not a joke.

Thinking of this, Qiu Yu shook his head again and again, refusing to serve as a priest.

At this time, Zhao Hongrun pulled him aside and whispered to him: "Here, apart from your suitability, there is only this king left, you won't let this king himself serve as a priest, right?" ”

Qiu Yu looked left and right, and sighed helplessly.

There was no way, because when he looked around, all he saw were the generals of the Dangshan Army, the Chenggao Army, and the Shangshui Army, and these people didn't look like they were capable of presiding over the sacrifice to the heavens.

Qiu Yu could only grit his teeth and accept it, but he made a request: "Since this is the case, the lower officials will do their best." However, Xia Guan hopes for the assistance of Mi Jiang. ”

"Lord Mi Jiang", this is the compromise name of the latter by people who gradually understand the identity of Mi Jiang, after all, the relationship between this woman and Zhao Hongrun has always been unclear, in fact, it seems that Shen Yu and other sect guards sometimes think that it may be more appropriate to call her "Mrs. Mi Jiang", but the problem is that the two parties have not really expressed their position so far, so the people below do not dare to change their words rashly.

But it seems a little inappropriate to call Mi Jiang directly, or Miss Mi Jiang, God knows if this one will become the wife of the King Su in the future? Therefore, the relevant insiders took the compromise title of "Master Mi Jiang", anyway, in this era when women can also be honored as "(female) sons", it is not a big deal to call a woman an adult.

However, after listening to Qiu Yu's request, Zhao Hongrun showed a strange expression on his face, after all, although Mi Jiang is a qualified witch, it is true, but the question is, she is learning Bawu culture, can she help?

"Don't make any trouble......

After secretly praying in his heart, Zhao Hongrun finally decided to ask Qi Jiang to assist Qiu Yu, after all, Qiu Yu alone was such a half-hanger, and he couldn't complete the tedious ritual of worshipping the sky.

"Please, Mi Jiang."

"Hmm." Mi Jiang nodded, and said lightly: "In short, bluff those onlookers and let them appreciate the great power of Wei, right?" ”

Her expression was as calm as ever, as if in her opinion, this matter was not a matter at all.

Also, her profession is a witch, although in Zhao Hongrun's opinion, assassins may be this woman's main profession.

"King Su, are you ready here?"

A moment later, the patriarch of the Aries tribe, Halgohe, came over to inquire about the progress, after all, it was for the alliance to sacrifice to the heavens, so naturally both sides had to start together.

Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun turned his head to look at Mi Jiang, and saw that the latter bowed slightly, but said to Halegohe: "Let's start." ”

Hearing this, Halgoh waved his hand to the person in charge of worshipping the heavens on their side, and in an instant, he saw two people of the Qiang tribe holding a huge sheep's horn flute, puffing out their cheeks and blowing hard, blowing a long flute sound.

On the Wei army's side, several soldiers of the Chenggao army replaced them with military horns made of ox horns, and Zhao Hongrun couldn't bear to see that scene.

After the flute sounded the "announcement to the heavens", the leaders of the Qiang and the Qiang tribes, the old men who were selected to be the sacrificers, began to dance around a bonfire, and they danced slowly and leisurely without knowing what to call it, anyway, in Zhao Hongrun's view, it was a group of old men with crutches around the bonfire, kicking their legs from time to time, raising their arms, and then saying a lot of muttering words.

Those obscure words, even Zhao Hongrun, who can understand the language, is confused.

"It's okay, the opponent is not strong......

Secretly relieved, Zhao Hongrun turned his head to look at them.

I saw that on their side, Mi Jiang was standing by another bonfire with a sword, and he didn't know what he was doing with his eyes closed.

Speaking of which, at this time, Mi Jiang changed back to the red white clothes of their sisters at the beginning, and the hideous, flame-like beasts on her clothes made her add a bit of mystery.

Suddenly, as Mi Jiang opened her eyes suddenly, the bonfire in front of her instantly spread upward, and the fire suddenly became several times faster, frightening the people of the two tribes who were watching nearby to retreat one after another, looking at the pile of bewitchment that they didn't know what had happened.

This ...... What's going on? Why did the fire of the bonfire on the Wei people's side suddenly become ferocious? ”

"Could it be the god who has already communicated with their Wei people?"

Under the dumbfounded watchful eyes of the people of Zhusanchuan, Mi Jiang finally took action.

I saw her take a deep breath, slowly turn her body with a sword in her hand, and sometimes raise her sword and sometimes jump around the bonfire, that demeanor seemed to have an indescribable charm, which made it difficult to divert people's eyes.

"(Ethnic language) good...... It's beautiful...... It's like a fire spirit......"

Beside Zhao Hongrun, Una looked at Mi Jiang in the distance obsessively and muttered.

"......" Zhao Hongrun pursed his lips a little depressed, he didn't want to admit it, but in his heart, he had to admit that Mi Jiang's dancing posture - let's think it was a dance - did have a mysterious charm that made it difficult to divert people's attention.

Perhaps, it is because this dance originated in the mysterious country of Pakistan.

At this time, Mi Jiang inhaled a second breath, and at the same time, her movement speed became faster and faster, and in the end, Zhao Hongrun even vaguely saw that her body was almost to the point of a phantom.

"Is it the illusion caused by staring at the fire for a long time?" Still is...... Is that what the sword dance is really for?'

Zhao Hongrun rubbed his eyes and looked carefully at the ginger in the distance.

Once upon a time, he never understood that Mi Jiang classified her "sword dance" that was obviously an incredible stunt as a sacrificial dance, until this moment, he finally realized that the Mi Jiang presented in front of everyone at this moment was like a fire spirit jumping between the flames, and the heavy phantoms under the fire light were really beautiful.

"(Ethnic language) good...... It's amazing...... The Wei people's witch sacrifice ......"

"(Zong language) is worthy of being the ...... of the Wei State"

『……』

Seeing the frightened, awe-inspiring, and longing eyes of those people in the vicinity, Zhao Hongrun really didn't know what to say.

He peeked at the old men on the bonfire next door, and he really felt funny, because those who were originally respected may have been disturbed by the rhythm of Mi Jiang's sacrificial dance, and they were sweating profusely at this time, looking at Mi Jiang with strange eyes from time to time, with an expression of desperate desire to compete with Mi Jiang.

"It's ...... Speechless!'

Zhao Hongrun shook his head.

At this moment, the nearby Xuan and Qi clans, including the soldiers of the Wei State, all shouted in unison.

Zhao Hongrun turned his head to take a look, only to find that Mi Jiang suddenly crossed over from the bonfire, and went to the other side to collect his sword and stand, and the bonfire was burning vigorously, as if it was going to set the whole sky on fire.

“……”

Zhao Hongrun opened his mouth, although he didn't know what was going on, but he was sure that Mi Jiang must have done something.

"It's too much, stupid woman!"

Glancing at the stunned crowd around him, Zhao Hongrun rubbed his forehead speechlessly. (To be continued.) )