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Chapter 408: Blood for the Alliance

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

On this day, the Luoshui River was crowded with people. There were not only those who hoped to witness this scene with their own eyes, but also those of the tribes of the Jie tribes and the Chenggao Army that maintained order.

Yes, although the two sides have reached an agreement, the two tribes of Yi and Yi still have relative resistance and hatred towards the Dangshan Army. There is no way. Who told the Dangshan Army to create several ugly massacres and tribes in this Sanchuan land a while ago? Zhao Hongrun can only hope that time can gradually fade this hatred.

Logically speaking, hundreds of thousands of troops of the Jiejiao tribe are about to arrive in Luocheng, and they should no longer be distracted from doing things that have nothing to do with preparing for this war. However, due to the strong demands of the tribe leaders led by Halegohe, the leader of the Aries tribe, Zhao Hongrun could only express his approval "reluctantly".

However, in the bottom of my heart, Zhao Hongrun was very eager for this matter. After all, adding icing on the cake is far less than a timely help. Only when the tribe tribe leaders formally reached an alliance and set their positions before the Wei army and the Jiejiao tribe started a war, can they gain the trust of the Wei people headed by him.

In fact, the tribe leaders were probably considering this and hurriedly determined a covenant with Zhao Hongrun before the Wei army and the army of the Jiejiao tribe broke into war.

But no matter what kind of thoughts, once today's alliance is formed, the "Luo Water Alliance" will seem to be a rope in the future, and we will advance and retreat together from then on.

Since it was a blood-stricken alliance, it was natural to hold a ceremony to worship the heavens, and to promulgate the covenant reached by both sides to heaven, begging God for protection. In this custom, the Wei State and the Sanchuan Tribe were consistent.

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

On the other hand, the people of Sanchuan believe in the "Plateau God" with sheep heads and human bodies in their mythological culture.

However, this difference does not prevent the smooth progress of the ritual of sacrifice to heaven. It is nothing more than the sacrifice of the gods of the two clans of the Yi and the Wei people sacrificed their heavenly fathers. The two sides carried out at the same time near two tables not far away.

But the trouble is that the two tribes of Yiqi have "constitutions" who are specifically responsible for such things, so they are naturally very familiar with each other, but what about the Wei army? No one with relevant experience is. "Note: The constitution (xi) refers to the person in the tribe who communicates with gods or gods, usually older people, and specifically males. And witches refer to women."

No wonder, after all, in Wei State, the Ministry of Rites was responsible for sacrificing heaven and earth. When this time he went to Sanchuan, there was no official from the Ministry of Rites in the army. If he insisted on saying anything, Zhao Hongrun had a qualified "Witch", namely Mi Jiang. But the problem is that she was a Chu girl who learned the knowledge of Ba Wu, and she had nothing to do with Wei State.

This problem made Zhao Hongrun deeply troubled.

He thought that signing the alliance was just a sign of the two sides, and he would be done. Who would have thought that the tribe leaders of the tribes of the two tribes would have mobilized such a large number of troops.

"you go!"

In desperation, Zhao Hongrun pushed out Qiu Yu, the censor's reincarnation.

After all, in his opinion, Qiu Yu, the censor, came from a famous family in Daliang and was a regular scholarly family. Generally, such a famous family would be very grand to worship ancestors. On this basis, there should be no mistakes if there were several levels to improve on this basis.

But this decision almost scared Qiu Yu to death.

Think about it, you should know that today's sacrifice to heaven is tens of thousands of times. The major event that the two tribes and peoples watch is related to the majesty of the Wei Kingdom. If this is screwed up, not to mention that his future as an official in the Censorate will be completely ruined. Perhaps he will be charged by the court afterwards with the charge of "destroying the majesty of the Great Wei Dynasty". This is not a joke.

Taking this into consideration, Qiu Yu shook his head repeatedly and refused to serve as a priest.

At this time, Zhao Hongrun pulled him aside and whispered to him: "Here, except for you, there is only me left. You shouldn't let me serve as the priest in person, right?"

Qiu Yu looked left and right, and sighed helplessly.

There was no way, because he looked around and saw the generals of the Dangshan Army, Chenggao Army, and Shangshui Army. No matter how they looked, they didn't seem to be candidates who were able to preside over the sacrifice to heaven.

The love had to be done, so Qiu Yu could only grit his teeth and accept it, but he made a request: "Since that's the case, the official will do his best. However, the official hopes for Lord Mi Jiang's assistance."

"Mr. Mi Jiang", this is the title of the latter's compromise among those who gradually understand Mi Jiang's identity. After all, the relationship between this woman and Zhao Hongrun has always been unclear. In fact, the sect guards such as Shen Yu and others sometimes think that calling her "Mrs. Mi Jiang" may be more appropriate, but the problem is that the two parties have not made any real statement so far, so the people below dare not change their words rashly.

But it seems a bit inappropriate to call Mi Jiang or Miss Mi Jiang. God knows whether this person will become the wife of King Su in the future? Therefore, the relevant insiders took the title of "Mr. Mi Jiang". In any case, in the era when this woman can also be respected as "(female) Prince", it is not a big deal to call a woman an adult.

However, after hearing Qiu Yu's request, Zhao Hongrun showed a strange expression on his face. After all, although Mi Jiang is a qualified witch, the question is, can she help her learn Bawu culture?

"Don't make any messes..."

After praying secretly in his heart, Zhao Hongrun finally decided to ask Mi Jiang to help Qiu Yu. After all, Qiu Yu, a half-baked person, could not complete the cumbersome ceremony of sacrifice to heaven.

"Please, Mi Jiang."

"Well." Mi Jiang nodded and said lightly: "Anyway, scare the onlookers of the Yihu tribe and let them appreciate the respect of the great power of Wei, right?"

Her expression was as calm as ever, as if in her opinion, this matter was nothing at all.

Yes, her profession is a witch, although in Zhao Hongrun's view, the assassin may be the main profession of this woman.

"King Su, are you ready here?"

A moment later, Halegoh, the patriarch of the Aries tribe, came over to inquire about the progress. After all, it was a sacrifice to the allied heaven, so naturally both sides had to start together.

Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun turned his head and looked at Mi Jiang. Seeing the latter nodded slightly, he said to Halegohe, "Let's start."

Hearing this, Halegoh waved to the people who were responsible for offering sacrifices to the sky. Immediately, two people from the tribe held a huge sheep horn flute, bulged their cheeks and blew hard, and made a whimpering sound of flute.

On the Wei army, several soldiers from Chenggao Army used military horns made of ox horns instead. Zhao Hongrun couldn't bear to see the scene.

After the "Notice to the Sky" sounded by the flute, the two tribes, the old men who were selected as sacrificers, began to dance around a bonfire that they had slowly and unknown what they should call it. In any case, Zhao Hongrun's eyes, it was a group of old men who were walking around the bonfire with crutches, kicking their legs from time to time, raising their arms, and then saying a lot of gurgling words.

Even Zhao Hongrun, who could understand the silly language, was confused by those obscure words.

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

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhao Hongrun turned his head to look at them.

On the other side, Mi Jiang was standing by another bonfire holding a sword, closing her eyes and not knowing what she was doing.

Speaking of which, Mi Jiang changed back to the first naked and white clothes of their sisters. The ferocious beast on their clothes, which seemed like flames, added a bit of mysterious aura to her.

Suddenly, as Mi Jiang opened her eyes suddenly, the bonfire in front of her instantly spread, and the fire suddenly became several times faster. The people of the two tribes who were watching nearby retreated repeatedly, looking at the pile of bewitching that had happened in horror.

"(大子子) What's going on? Why did the bonfire on the Wei people suddenly become fierce?"

"(生子) Could it be the god who has communicated with them Wei people?"

With the dumbfounded view of the people of Zhu Sanchuan, Mi Jiang finally took action.

She took a deep breath, slowly turned her body with a sharp sword in her hand, and sometimes lit her sword around the bonfire, and sometimes jumped. Her behavior seemed to have an indescribable charm, making it difficult to divert her sight.

"(天子) is so... so beautiful... like a fire spirit..."

Next to Zhao Hongrun, Wu Na looked at Mi Jiang in the distance obsessedly and murmured.

"..." Zhao Hongrun curled his lips a little depressedly. He didn't want to admit it, but in his heart, he had to admit that Mi Jiang's dance posture - just think it was a kind of dance - did have some mysterious charm that makes people unable to divert their sight.

Perhaps, it is because this dance originated from the mysterious Baguo.

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

"Is it the illusion caused by staring at the fire for a long time? Or... is this the real purpose of the sword dance?"

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

Once upon a time, he could not understand. Mi Jiang classified her "Sword Dance", which was obviously an incredible skill, as a sacrifice dance used by sacrifices. Until this moment, he finally realized that Mi Jiang, who was present in front of everyone at this moment, was like a fire spirit jumping among the flames. The numerous phantoms under the fire light were really beautiful.

"(天子) Very... So powerful... Wei people's witch sacrifice..."

"(大子) is worthy of being the State of Wei..."

『…』

Seeing the horrified and awe-inspiring eyes of the people of the Qiqi tribe nearby, Zhao Hongrun really didn't know what to say.

He glanced at the old men on the bonfire next door, and it felt really funny, because those who were respected might have been disturbed by Mi Jiang's dance. At this moment, they were all sweating profusely and looked at Mi Jiang with strange eyes from time to time, with an expression of trying their best to compete with Mi Jiang.

"Simply... speechless!"

Zhao Hongrun shook his head.

At this moment, the nearby clans, the two tribes, including the soldiers of the Wei State, all shouted in surprise.

Zhao Hongrun turned his head and saw that Mi Jiang suddenly passed by the bonfire and stood on the other side with his sword. The bonfire burned vigorously with a bear, as if it was about to ignite the entire sky.

“…”

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

"Doing too much, this silly woman!"

After glanced at the people around him who were stunned, Zhao Hongrun rubbed his forehead speechlessly.
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