Accidentally dressed as an empress

Chapter 150 Vulcan

The village chief's hair has turned completely white. His eyes are weathered yet gentle. He has a kind and friendly smile on his face. He has a slightly hunched back and is leaning on a bamboo cane.

The village chief told her that some kind and enthusiastic villagers had taken the initiative to vacate their houses for Yunxiu and her friends to live in.

When Yunxiu and the others followed the village chief to the bamboo house, they discovered that the bamboo house was right next to the village chief's own house.

If you look closely at this bamboo house, you can see that its scale is one of the largest in the entire village, and it can be said to be the second largest bamboo house in the village.

The structure of the bamboo house is very delicate, and the bamboo is spliced ​​together tightly. Although there is no gorgeous decoration, it exudes a simple and warm atmosphere.

Yunxiu looked at the village chief's sincere eyes and was deeply moved. She accepted the village chief's kindness without any hesitation.

Afterwards, they settled down in this bamboo house full of rural atmosphere. Su Da and Su Er quickly arranged for the guards to take turns to keep watch.

The night fell like a heavy velvet curtain, quietly covering the entire village.

Yunxiu and others walked into the warm bamboo house. The door of the bamboo house was gently pushed open, making a slight "creaking" sound.

The house is filled with the fragrance of bamboo, a natural and simple smell, as if the breath of the entire forest is condensed in this small space.

Yunxiu sat down on the bamboo chair in the middle of the bamboo house. She gently stroked the smooth armrests of the chair, feeling the texture of the bamboo.

Zhong Yi was carefully packing his simple bag and placing some personal belongings neatly on the bamboo table.

The faint moonlight filtered in through the cracks in the bamboo window, creating mottled shadows on the ground.

Su Da carefully checked around the bamboo house to make sure there were no safety hazards.

He instructed the guards to be extremely alert, take turns to keep watch, and ensure the safety of Yunxiu and others.

The guards were dressed neatly and stood quietly in every corner of the bamboo house. Their shadows were stretched out in the moonlight, like silent sculptures.

Yunxiu closed her eyes slightly, and the fatigue of the day gradually surged into her heart.

She listened to the sounds outside, the occasional rustling of leaves and the gurgling of a distant brook.

Although the bamboo bed in the bamboo house is simple, it is particularly comfortable when covered with clean bedding prepared by the villagers.

Yunxiu lay down, her body sinking into the soft blanket. She looked at the roof of the bamboo house, and the intertwined bamboos seemed to gradually blur in her eyes.

As she became more and more sleepy, Yunxiu's breathing became even and gentle, and she gradually fell asleep.

Zhong Yi quietly tucked the quilt around Yunxiu, worried that she might catch a cold on this chilly night.

The guards on night watch still stick to their posts, their eyes as sharp as torches, guarding this peaceful world.

Early in the morning, the men in Dihuo Village carried their hoes and went to the fields to work in the morning glow.

Their clothes often have a faint scent of fireworks.

The breeze rustles the grass and trees. After working, the men gather around a bonfire, roasting game and talking about the village's past.

The women make fires at home to cook. They cleverly use underground natural gas to bring the flames into the kitchen through bamboo pipes, making the food they cook have a unique flavor.

When they hang out their laundry to dry, they also do it by the fire, using the heat to help the clothes dry faster.

Children chased and played in the village. They had been accustomed to the underground fire since childhood, and sometimes they would compete to see who could blow the farthest flame with a small bamboo tube. Their laughter and the crackling of the flames intertwined, forming the vitality and vigor of the village.

The old men in the village like to sit on the stone benches at the entrance of the village, basking in the sun and watching the busy figures of the villagers. Their faces are full of traces of time.

Yunxiu squatted on the edge of the field, quietly observing this paradise-like village.

As night falls, the flames in Dihuo Village become brighter and the lights are brilliant. The villagers light more torches, and the whole village is illuminated by warm firelight.

Children ran around with torches in their hands, wandering in groups through the village, while adults sat around the firelight, telling stories about the fire god and the village.

Yunxiu sat between them and listened.

In Dihuo Village, there is a story about the origin of the underground fire, which has been passed down from generation to generation by the villagers and has become an integral part of the village.

According to legend, a long time ago, the place where Dihuo Village is located was not the place with flames as it is today, but a peaceful and tranquil land.

There was a young couple in the village, the man was named Yanhua and the woman was named Huoer. They loved each other deeply and protected this land together.

One day, Huo'er was collecting herbs in the mountains as usual to treat the villagers.

But just as she was concentrating on looking for herbs, the ground beneath her feet suddenly collapsed, and she accidentally fell into a bottomless crack.

The crack was like a ferocious giant mouth that swallowed her in an instant, leaving only a terrified scream echoing in the valley.

When Yan Hua heard the news, he was extremely anxious, as if the whole world was collapsing at that moment.

Without hesitation, he jumped into the bottomless crevice, frantically searching for his beloved in the darkness and unknown. He had only one thought in his mind, that is, to find Huo'er, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

Deep underground, there was a place that seemed like another world, dark and damp, but they discovered a piece of dazzling crystal.

These crystals are like the brightest stars in the night sky, emitting a mysterious and powerful light. The crystals seem to contain a powerful fire force, which seems to have been dormant for thousands of years, waiting to be awakened.

When Huo'er accidentally touched the crystal, a magical power surged instantly, unexpectedly awakening the sleeping God of Fire.

The figure of the God of Fire gradually appeared in the light. He was deeply moved by Huo'er's innocence and Yanhua's bravery.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he looked at the young couple in love. A surge of pity welled up in his heart, and he granted them the ability to control the earth's fire.

But this was not unconditional. The God of Fire solemnly said that they must protect this land and must not let the flames harm innocent people. This was their mission and the price they paid for their power. Yanhua and Huo'er agreed to the God of Fire's conditions without hesitation.

From then on, under their protection, the underground fire brought warmth and light to the village.

However, because Yanhua and Huo'er control the power of the earth fire, their lifespans far exceed those of ordinary people, and the years seem to have disappeared from their faces.

They watched the villagers grow old from generation to generation, wrinkles appeared on their once young faces, the children grew up and grew old, but they remained as young as ever.

This strange phenomenon gradually aroused jealousy and panic among others, and the seeds of jealousy quietly sprouted in the hearts of some people.

A terrible conspiracy was brewing in secret, which eventually led to the tragedy of Yanhua and Huoer.

The rebels claimed that Yanhua and Huo'er were evil spirits and gathered a group of people to kill them.

Yanhua and Huoer were forced to use the power of fire. In the melee, they accidentally injured innocent villagers. Yanhua and Huoer were attacked by the God of Fire and died unfortunately.

Their blood spilled onto the crystal, making it even hotter and the power of the earth fire even more intense.

The villagers realized their mistake and were heartbroken. They began to worship Yanhua and Huo'er as the patron saints of the village, and held ceremonies every year to commemorate the couple who sacrificed their lives for the village.

From then on, the flame of Dihuo Village became a symbol of integrity and protection.

After hearing this, Yunxiu fell into deep thought.

In Dihuo Village, men farm and women weave, and this small tribe has entered a patriarchal society.

In this story of the god of fire, there are two gods, a male and a female, and the goddess is belittled.

At the beginning, women were the ones being rescued, and it was only when men rescued women that they accidentally gained abilities.

The woman in the story accidentally dropped some herbs into a crack while collecting them. She was probably the witch doctor of the tribe.

The image of grass and trees represents rebirth, nature, and life, while the image of fire represents destruction, annihilation, and conquest.

Unfortunately, there is no way to verify it.

On this land, stories are constantly being created and never stop.