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Chapter 350 Farewell to the Hmong
The bonfire party of the Miao people is always extraordinarily lively.

The enthusiastic and hospitable Miao people will not be stingy with their love for their fellows.

The moon hangs high in the sky, and the ground is brightly lit.What a grand scene on earth.

At the door of the attic, the old woman leaning on crutches stared blankly at the bright moon in the sky, as if she had fallen into a deep memory.

Everyone behind him also remained silent, no one wanted to interrupt the old woman's moment.

"Back then, I tried to stop the Naxi clan's sacred object in my hand. Chen Qingxuan was so powerful that he cut off the Naxi clan's sacred object with a single sword, and my life was hanging by a thread."

The old woman turned her back to everyone in the room, and said slowly, "I thought I was going to die, but I gave up resistance the moment the sacred object was destroyed..."

The old woman's tone was full of the loneliness of a loser, and she continued: "It's been a long time since I've waited for the pain of death. When I opened my eyes, the two of them had already bypassed me, ready to continue their pursuit."

"The sacred object was destroyed, and I am not their opponent. For the sake of the Naxi people, I beg them to show their hands high. After agreeing to the condition of dividing and sealing up the holy relics, they agreed."

"Back to the Miao people, the older generation of the Miao people were furious. The Miao people finally had the opportunity to wipe out their opponents, but they gave up because of two promises made by an ordinary Naxi elder."

There was a nostalgic smile on the old woman's face, and she continued: "Chen Qingxuan fought hard according to reason, and there was a war at that time. He believed that the whole of China should be of one mind, abandon the concept of nationality, and defend against the enemy together."

The old woman's tone was full of admiration: "Back then, he was a hero whose vision far surpassed most people's! And the pedantic older generation of the Miao nationality would not listen to his so-called righteousness of the family and the country."

"The Miao people had already set up a Gu formation in the Holy Land to wipe out the Naxi people. In the eyes of his parents, his attack could only be regarded as the icing on the cake. In that battle, his credit for defeating the Naxi people was small, but he let go of the entire Naxi people." His crime is great. Those who have passed the trial are directly wiped out, turning from a hero into a sinner in an instant."

The old lady's tone was also full of regret. Chen Qingxuan's actions back then were undoubtedly a great benefactor of the Naxi people. How could she easily forget this past.

Everyone in the room also looked at each other in blank dismay, somewhat shocked by this reversal of history.

Aya stuck out her tongue mischievously, and said in a low voice: "I said why the Miao people always say that this Taoist priest is a sinner through the ages, so there is such a thing..."

A Ke looked at her with a bit of wry smile, and said, "I said why in the end, the previous saint lady refused to step out of the holy land, so she was angry with the whole Miao people."

"My dear mother, didn't Chen Qingxuan fight for ten days and ten nights for the ghost stone? He co-authored the battle with the Naxi people for ten days and ten nights?" Ding Hu smacked his lips, and he couldn't help but secretly said that words are terrible.

A simple and unsatisfactory courtship story, which has been passed down for decades, has actually become a sacrifice made by the common people in the world?

This is too outrageous!
Chen Bufei also helped his forehead with some helplessness. He always felt that the ghost stone, Chidiqianli, was lying to children. Now this story really perfectly confirmed his guess.

The speed at which stories are made up in this world is always far greater than the speed at which real history spreads.

The people will always remember what he wants to remember, and the truth of the facts is often no one cares.

Everyone only cares about the bloody, reversed shots.As for the facts behind everything, who cares?

The old woman paused, ignored the whispers in the hall, and continued, "The sacred objects of the Naxi tribe were also divided into four. The white necklace was taken away by the saint, and the red necklace was taken away by Chen Qingxuan. One of the red and white gemstones became a sacred object of the Miao people and was enshrined in the holy land of the Miao people, or in order to prevent the Naxi people from making a comeback, they were placed in the holy land of the Miao people by the officials."

"Another blood-red stone, because of the split, the blood-colored mist lingered around it, and it was considered to be an ominous sign, so it was also taken away by Chen Qingxuan."

"This is the history of 80 years ago, and it is also a secret that the Miao people have not passed on for many years. There are only five fingers who know about it." The old woman sighed, as if she had released something.

This secret had been buried in her heart for so long, and now she finally had the chance to tell it, and she felt a long-lost sense of relief.

Except for the Naxi people, everyone else's mood became a little weird.

It's like a world that you have known for more than ten years, and suddenly your closest person comes to tell you that everything is wrong, and who can easily accept it.

Chen Bufei sighed with some emotion, looked at the Naxi sacred object in his hand, and remembered Jiang Yi's farewell words just now.

With a wry smile in my heart: "Jiang Yi, since the fate has been decided, we are destined to meet again. Take care!"

"Take care!" Jiang Yi's voice was rarely disturbed.

Chen Bufei walked forward slowly, without disturbing the old woman standing at the gate, and handed the necklace to Ruodang who was also listening to the story.

This Ruodang is probably a relative of the old woman in the Naxi tribe.

For the sake of the whole nation, he stayed alone in the so-called enemy tribe for a lifetime. How can this kind of selfless behavior not be admired by people.

Looking at the necklace in Chen Bufei's hand, Ruodang Gujing Wubo also showed a look of excitement on his face.

For 80 years, the existence of Naxi sacred objects has always been only in the classics.All the Naxi people can only pay their respects from the atlas handed down from the last century.

This item was right in front of his eyes now, and he felt his heart beating almost out of his chest.

"Thank you, Naxi friend." Ruodang bowed deeply to Chen Bufei, and at the same time took out a jade pendant from his bosom and handed it to him.

Chen Bufei raised his brows, is there a return gift?

Just waiting for the rejection, the system reacted.

【Ding! 】

[A mysterious antique is detected, is it identified? 】

Chen Bufei was stunned for a moment, and quickly chose yes.

[Insufficient level, appraisal failed! 】

Listening to the system prompt in his head, Chen Bufei almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

The system level is not enough and can't be identified, you remind me to identify a fart?
But the system seldom automatically pops up a prompt to let you identify it. Usually, you discover the breath of time by yourself, or Jiang Yi perceives it before, and then you will make an identification.

This time the system can take the initiative to speak, presumably it is not a common thing.

Looking at Ruodang who was ecstatic in front of him, he turned his head and glanced at Ake Aya, who was asking questions around the old woman at the door, and finally Chen Bufei's eyes fixed on Ding Hu who was bored.

It's almost time for my trip to the Miao nationality to come to an end!

(End of this chapter)