Chitose words

Xie Zhao smiled, but before she could say anything, Han Changsheng had already answered his own questions and continued to ask questions.

"Why did the person in charge of the Yitaluo family treat you differently when you stretched out your hand and made a weird gesture to her, and did that rude 'hand-holding gesture'?"

Xie Zhao raised his eyebrows helplessly and glanced at him, then put down the moonlight cup he was holding in vain.

Her eyelashes were as long as feathers, and the shadow of the long eyelashes set off her jade-white face, making her even more beautiful.

The idiot Han Changsheng came up and grabbed her arm and shook it suddenly. If she hadn't quickly stabilized her wrist with her quick hands and eyes, she would have spilled the tea soup in the moonlight cup all over her sleeves.

Xie Zhao chuckled lightly and sighed: "I once read an anecdotal record of Western Xinjiang written by a wandering businessman, which recorded a mythical story about ancient Western Xinjiang."

Han Changsheng asked curiously: "What story is it? Could it be a story related to the 'Hand Hand Gift'?"

Xie Zhao nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, but I ask Han Changsheng, can you be a little patient and don't rush to ask questions every time you hear half of the reply."

"Okay, okay, I won't interrupt you anymore. Please speak quickly and don't show off."

Xie Zhao said with a smile: "It is recorded in the story that thousands of years ago, the Western Xinjiang was covered with thousands of miles of red soil, with very little precipitation. The camels, which were resistant to heat and thirst, also died one after another.

It is said that at this time, a 'god' descended from the sky and led the people of Western Xinjiang to find a water source, allowing them to survive in desperate situations.And that water source is said to be the predecessor of today's Shedun City and the former site of Fenglan Palace. "

Han Changsheng asked suspiciously:
"Gods? Real or fake? I found out how the people here in Western Xinjiang are so arrogant and like to believe in these weird things, such as nonsense that high castes are the descendants of gods."

Xie Zhao replied with a smile: "What kind of god comes to the world to save the suffering? That is naturally impossible.

However, most of the allusions in legends and stories are actually based on reality.

I guess that in all likelihood, some martial arts expert passed through this place and saw that the people were dying of hunger and thirst, so he led them to find the water source.

But later, as thousands of years passed, this story was passed from person to person, and it became the so-called "god saves the world" that is so miraculous today.

——As for the 'hand-holding ceremony', it was actually a ritual of thanksgiving performed by the ancestors of Western Xinjiang who were rescued at that time to the 'god'. "

Xie Zhao said this and shook his head with a half-smile.

"Gently touch the palm of the hand with the superior person with one hand, then move the hand downward, and use the back of your hand to support the other person's wrist - if you ask me, this 'hand-holding gift' actually looks more like the Western Xinjiang refugees of that time. I have been hungry and thirsty for a long time, and my whole body is weak, so I have no choice but to touch my benefactor's hand with this courtesy to express my gratitude to my savior."

Han Changsheng suddenly realized it. He pointed at Xie Zhao in shock and said:
"Azhao, you are really getting more and more limitless! So when you do this 'hand-holding ceremony' to the person with the surname of Yitaluo, is it to respect her and treat her as a 'god'? This is too much. , is it too flexible and flexible?"

Xie Zhaoshi looked at him with a smile, "What's so humiliating about this? Why are you making such a fuss?"

She said: "It's just a matter of stretching out your hands, just to experience the local ancient ceremony. Does it mean that if I do this ceremony, she will really become a 'god'?"

Han Changsheng choked when he heard this, then he thought about it and it seemed to be the same.

However, he still felt that Xie Zhao was too cunning and cunning!
Xie Zhao continued: "Now that the Fenglan Dynasty has undergone thousands of years of evolution, the etiquette has already changed.

As a result, except for the locals, there are not many people in other countries who know the 'hand-holding gift'.

I greeted the head of the Yitaluo family with a "hand-holding gesture", and she naturally believed in my reputation as a so-called miracle doctor who had traveled to many places. "

Han Changsheng was speechless when he heard this. He sighed and said: "No, Ah Zhao, where did you come up with so many evil ideas?

I think you clearly have a thorough understanding of people's thoughts and ideas, so that you can make others act according to your thoughts and wishes without knowing it.You still act in such a subtle way that people just think they made the decision on their own, but in fact that's clearly what you want them to think! "

Xie Zhao chuckled, shook off Han Changsheng's paw, and entered the room holding the moonlight cup.

She said slowly: "If I am so unique and unparalleled, I still have to make ends meet in the world? It's just some old Jianghu experience that I have gained from walking in the world for many years.

Furthermore, my level of martial arts is worryingly low. If I don’t even have the ability to judge people’s faces, I might as well return to my hometown as soon as possible. "

Han Changsheng rolled his eyes and chuckled:

"Azhao, how did you explain the word 'Mongolian' in such a fresh and refined way?"

Still have the experience of Lao Jianghu!
He's obviously a sly and sly charlatan.

Han Changsheng followed him like a follower and shouted in a low voice:
"That's not right. You haven't said yet how you found out that the owner of the Yitaluo family has a disease in his right hand?"

Xie Zhao entered the room and picked up a pot of local wine from the tea table.

She was so lazy that she didn't even bother to clean the tea base in the moonlight cup before, so she poured a cup and drank it.

Then he sighed: "Didn't I just say it was because of the 'hand-holding gift'?"

Han Changsheng looked at her blankly.

"what?"

Xie Zhao laughed.

"It's a coincidence that when I was doing the 'hand-holding salute', I touched the palm of the person with the surname of Yitaro for a moment. At that moment, I happened to feel her right hand trembling for a moment.

——If I guessed correctly, this was a habitual nerve twitching pain in the palm of her right hand, so I guessed that she must have had an old injury on her right hand. "

Han Changsheng looked at her in disbelief and said in confusion:
"I don't believe it! But it was such a subtle and brief moment when the palms of the hands met. How can you conclude that the shaking of her palms was due to nerve cramps, rather than an accidental shaking when she was used to touching others?"

Xie Zhao was slightly startled.

Her left hand unconsciously touched her other right wrist that was holding the moonlight cup.

The next moment, she came back to her senses, filled the moonlight cup in her right hand with wine again, and took a slow sip.

Then he turned to look at Han Changsheng, smiled lonely, and said:

"Because I myself have been seriously injured in my right hand, so I am very familiar with the feeling of occasional nerve cramps caused by old injuries."

"Ok?"

Han Changsheng cast his eyes on Xie Zhao's right hand with hesitation, and said hesitantly:

"Your right hand? Do you have it? How do I remember that when Ling or I rescued you in Shenxian Ridge two years ago, your most serious injuries were clearly your heart, lungs and legs?"

Did Xie Zhao have any injuries on his hands at that time?
It's probably just some skin trauma at most, right?