She Is Not a Witch

Chapter 12 Wuze Traders

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The long trumpet echoed in the mountains and fields, long and full of energy. With the sound of these horns, the crisp sound of some copper bells colliding also sounded in the mountains.

Lorraine Hill stood on the high rock and watched the fields and paths in the distance. A group of dozens of people drove the bullock carts slowly towards the stockade. The breeze between the valleys blew her soft long hair, which stretched in the wind and brought her a sense of comfort at the same time.

Although he didn't practice any avenues, Roland Hill was aware of his natural affinity for the wind and the atmosphere.

Even now, she can easily change the direction of a little breeze, and feel the distant breath in the wind, everything is so natural.

If it is as described by Baizao, I may be very suitable to do Fengzhu.

The wind blessing is one of the four blessings, and there are rain blessings, fire blessings, and mountain blessings.

In this world, people who sacrifice dragon veins and adjust the wind and rain of heaven and earth are called Wuzhu, and Wuzhu is naturally graded. In small places, sacrificing the wind and rain of the dragon veins of one mountain, one river and one wild is the most basic witch, and then there are the great witches, and then there are Zhu, Si Zhu, Tai Zhu and so on. In the past, there was a saying that a little witch could see a big witch, which means that when a little witch is in front of a big witch, her spells are not easy to use.

[Han Chenlin's "Answer to Zhang Hongshu": "Jingxing is here today, and my feet and Zibu are over there. The so-called small insignificance is a big witch, and the spirit is exhausted.". ]

The same is true for Wu Zhuzhong. Facing the more powerful Dawu, he can control and manipulate the mountains and rivers of several continents, and rejuvenate the country and die.

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For the time being, taking back the fantasies in his mind, Roland Hill gently jumped down from the rock and landed lightly on the ground below, and then his long hair and dress slowly fell down in the airflow.

"It's Sister Lan!" a child shouted, and then several others gathered around curiously.

After living in this cottage for a few days, Roland Hill gradually became acquainted and familiar with this group of children. Just like Baizao thought she was a goddess in the mountains at first, these children also thought she was a fairy from the sky.

It was because the girl's appearance and clothes were too special.

The first is the special pure white dress. White is the most noble color among the Ye Yu family. They will wear white clothes when they get married and celebrate. But the color is not as white as the girl's white dress, and looking at this white dress, there is no thread, it is really seamless.

Limited by today's printing and dyeing technology, it is not easy to obtain pure white, and the work in the mountains can easily make the white dirty.

But even though this girl was walking through the mountains, she could always keep her dress clean, light and agile, like an elf, and would not stain her clothes, which surprised the Ye Yu family who often traveled in the mountains.

It is precisely because they live in the mountains that they understand how difficult it is. Furthermore, the girl's skin and figure are not like that of ordinary people, and the palms of her years of work will never be so delicate and fair.

After much speculation, many old people in the stockade really believed that this girl was born as a 'mountain ghost', but she lost her mana in that catastrophe and temporarily turned into a mortal.

As a result, everyone respected her unconsciously. If some ignorant young men kept staring at her, they would be taught by some old people, saying that goddesses should not be despised.

The ethnic groups in this deep mountain still maintain a simple reverence for the nature of ghosts and gods, and their minds are not as messy as the outside world.

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"It's from the Wuze Chamber of Commerce." Seeing the girl walking to the entrance of the village, several children on the side chatted.

"The Wuze Chamber of Commerce comes over every few months, buys and sells something, and then leaves."

"My sister bought a beaded hairpin from the Wuze Chamber of Commerce at the beginning of the year, but it was a pity that I broke it. She was angry for a long time."

"I don't know if it will bring some useful guys this time. My father said that I will get a new knife."

As the children gathered at the gate of the village to watch, some adults slowly came over.

"I didn't expect the Wuze Chamber of Commerce to come earlier this time." A young man estimated the time.

"Maybe I got news from a certain witch. It is estimated that there will be heavy rains and heat this summer."

"Hey, then Min Ze will be sloppy in the mud, and he won't be able to leave anymore."

Minze, outside the mountains, accumulates rainwater every summer. It is like a swamp country, and it is difficult for people and horses to travel. Therefore, it is generally better to go out in autumn and winter. For rotten bones.

"Miss Lan is here too." Yu Baiqiu strode over, recently he also learned from those children and called Roland Hill Miss Lan.

"Yes, Uncle Yu." The girl looked curiously at the approaching caravans.

These caravan men wore soap-colored gray clothes, rode tall yellow bulls, carried goods like hills, and walked slowly among the mountains. As the bull moved forward, the copper bell on its neck also swayed, making a ding ding sound.

These yellow bulls are not extraordinary. They have autumn yellow scales on their bodies. In the observation of the girl, most of them are Sequence 2, and a few have reached Sequence 3. However, compared to the giant tiger-striped bull she encountered before, these bulls looked very docile.

"That's a prisoner cow, little Lanxi." Baizao appeared next to Roland Hill at an unknown time and explained to her.

During this period of time living at Baizao's house, Roland Hill occasionally helped out with things, and the two became familiar with each other.

"This kind of bull is a strange beast of the Qianlong Dao. It is extremely powerful, but it has a docile personality, likes music, and generally controls it.

People only need a bamboo flute, without a long whip, to direct their actions, which is liked by many traders. There are even masters who specialize in cultivating such exotic beasts in the dragon lineage. "

"And this prisoner is good at loess. It can solidify the soil under its hooves and step on it, so that it can easily walk between swamps and cliffs, and it will not easily fall and fall, which is very worry-free."

Just as Baizao was telling the girl about the origin of these imprisoned cows, the pedestrian gradually arrived at the entrance of the village.

"Wu Ze's business, a hundred poisons can be cured!" A gong sounded, spreading throughout the village, followed by another.

"Wu Ze business, a hundred poisons and easy!"

After three times, the old man in the village came out, shouted loudly, and responded to the welcome, so that the dozens of people in the business team led the prisoner cattle into the cottage.

They found a familiar open space, stopped the team, pulled up the fence, and slowly unloaded the goods. At this time, many villagers also walked out of their homes and came to watch to see if there was anything new this time.

"Let's go too, Lan Xier, I see you've been wearing this white dress, it's time to buy a new one."

"But money..." Roland Hill thought he had no money, and said hesitantly to the opposite finger.

"Giggle, just let my sister pay for it for you. When you have enough money in the future, when you come back here to see me, you can supply me."

"Beautiful girls also need to learn how to dress up, so that they can grab those cunning fox spirits." Bai Zao imparted her philosophy of life.

"Oh, I don't want to get married." Roland Hill shook his head cutely, and he still wanted to walk around and see this wonderful world.

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ps: You don’t have to worry about the protagonist’s memory loss, it won’t take long to recover, and you will remember the past step by step (it’s actually interesting to discover your past self slowly.)

In addition, the theme of this book is still single, not married. (If you are reluctant to let Xiao Luolan get married, please rest assured.)

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