There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

"I know you feel sorry for Yan'er, but this is her destined fate."

A hint of pity was revealed in his aged, cloudy eyes. The shaman spoke slowly, his tone exactly like that of a charlatan who specializes in deceiving people.

"Born alongside flames, she is destined to illuminate the path for God's people..."

"To offer light in darkness, to release warmth in cold, to sow hope before despair, she was born to protect God's people..."

"Then, who will protect her?"

Jiang Mo interrupted the shaman's almost prayer-like words once again. He stared at the old man in front of him who had always protected him and Yan Lingji, and spoke with a firm and resolute tone.

Chapter 67 God should burn you all.

This wasn't the first time Jiang Mo had heard the shaman's rhetoric.

Ultimately, his personality was shaped in modern society. Even though he had witnessed all sorts of incredible supernatural powers, Jiang Mo, while not exactly scoffing at the so-called ethereal gods, was certainly somewhat dismissive of them.

What primordial fire?

Where did this wild god come from? I've never even heard of him.

However, Jiang Mo also knew that superstition was the mainstream belief in this era.

The Baiyue people still maintain various ancient beliefs.

So under normal circumstances, Jiang Mo would at most disagree in his heart and remain noncommittal, but he would not interfere with other people's beliefs.

Otherwise, he should have been driven out of the village by the shaman long ago.

But today, upon hearing once again the fate imposed upon Yan Lingji, Jiang Mo finally couldn't help but speak up.

Once again, he made his stance crystal clear to the shaman.

He didn't care about any of those vague and nonsensical gods.

He only cares about Yan Ling Ji.

Because during his wretched childhood, no deity answered Mo's prayers. The only one who held his hand tightly was that bright, fiery girl.

"By God's favor, one will naturally receive God's protection."

Unfazed by Jiang Mo's somewhat offensive words, the priest raised his wrinkled hand and made a prayer gesture resembling a flame with his withered fingers, still responding to Jiang Mo's question in a devout, charlatan-like tone.

Ha, that god should immediately unleash a celestial fire and burn the village chief and Tianze to ashes on the spot.

Oh, no, I forgot.

As a member of the Baiyue royal family, Tianze's faith was in the legendary Tengshe, not in any fire-related deity.

High Priest, it seems your household gods have no jurisdiction over others.

Jiang Mo had originally intended to subtly inquire about various matters from the shaman, but seeing that the other party's seemingly genuine piety, he suddenly felt somewhat disheartened. After silently criticizing the chaotic beliefs of the Baiyue region, Jiang Mo decided to stop talking to the shaman.

"Is that so? Then let me carry out the will of the gods and be the only fire keeper in the long night."

Jiang Mo, no longer looking at the shaman, seemed to be expressing his determination to himself.

He turned and walked towards the direction of the shaman's secret treasure, only verbally asking the shaman for his opinion: "By the way, teacher, I need to find the legends about the Camellia Gecko."

"Go on, you should focus your attention on important matters."

The shaman waved his hand, seemingly unfazed by Jiang Mo's search for the legends and records. He slowly sipped his chicken soup, his gaze seemingly fixed on something else entirely.

Only a whispered sound drifted away on the wind:

"Born alongside flames, they possess a destiny blessed by the gods; carrying the Gu that breaks free from its cocoon, they too are destined for constant transformation. To break free, how easy is it..."

On the other hand, Jiang Mo did not look for any records about the Chunxi Gecko.

Without hesitation, he went straight to the places that recorded strange witchcraft and sorcery, and quickly flipped through bamboo slips, animal skins, stone tablets and other messy knowledge carriers at a glance.

Finally, the clue he was looking for was found:

A bond of eternal love, a symbiotic pact, and perfect understanding...

Another variant is called: Wedding Dress Gu.

Unexpected information appeared before his eyes, and Jiang Mo was slightly surprised. He held the stone slab with severe wind erosion in his hand, and his gaze became more and more serious.

Things took a strange turn.

A book makes a long story; a bookless story makes a short story.

As Jiang Mo diligently searched for records related to the Eternal Bond Gu and the Wedding Dress Gu, time passed exceptionally quickly.

In the blink of an eye, night was about to fall.

Without wasting any more time, Jiang Mo hurriedly returned home. He had just snapped his fingers to light the firewood in the stove, and before he could even reheat the chicken soup he had prepared for lunch, a familiar sound came with the creaking of the bamboo door opening and closing:

"I'm back~"

The girl's voice was ethereal and gentle, as if it came from beyond the ethereal heavens, unlike the sounds of the mundane world.

No wonder so many people firmly believe that she is a messenger who travels the world in the name of God.

But when facing Jiang Mo, Yan Lingji's voice involuntarily gained a lively and cheerful quality, as if she were still that little girl running around barefoot.

Influenced by the other person's tone, Jiang Mo's gloomy mood improved.

What Jiang Mo didn't see was that before he pushed open the door, Yan Lingji, who had just returned from her trip, also had a serious expression and a furrowed brow.

The oppressive aura emanating from him made people tremble with fear and dare not approach.

Only when she stood at her front door did she finally escape from her many worries. Before pushing the door open, she took a deep breath and flashed a bright, radiant smile.

A woman should look good to those who please her.

In front of the person she loves, a girl always wants to show her best side.

So when Jiang Mo peeked out from the kitchen next door, he saw Yan Lingji carrying a basket of mountain produce, humming a melody as she walked into the house, seemingly carefree.

This means knowing that the other party is visiting nearby villages to seek cooperation.

Otherwise, just looking at her expression, one would think that Yan Lingji was carrying a basket and went to pick mushrooms in the nearby mountain valley.

Of course, he only appeared relaxed.

Even the most naive and innocent children in the village wouldn't really believe that Yan Lingji went to pick mushrooms.

Whose girl goes out to pick mushrooms wearing a full suit of armor?

During wartime, things should look like wartime.

The outfit Yan Ling Ji is wearing now is not her usual noble and dazzling attire, but her battle form, which appears most frequently in the anime.

Her hairstyle hasn't changed much.

Ming, who used to take care of her daily life, has disappeared in the war, but the girl has also learned to dress herself up, still styling her hair into the shape of cat ears with the two sides slightly upturned.

Six crimson hairpins were inserted into the hair in a radial pattern.

At first glance, it looks like a spider's outstretched limbs, ready to hunt down any prey that falls into its web.

In a sense, this hallucination is not wrong.

Those six hairpins were bought by Hu Yu'er from a merchant back in Huoyu Manor as an apology to Yan Lingji. They were made of a rather rare material called fire copper.

This type of fire agate, which is associated with other minerals, inherently contains a trace of fiery power.

As it was worn and continuously refined by Yan Lingji, its properties were further enhanced, to the point that its surface began to show faint flame patterns.

This is Yan Lingji's beloved accessory.

It is also the deadly blade in his hand.

When it comes to weapon forging, the most classic method is undoubtedly the blood-stained technique. In those war-torn years, these six hairpins, in Yan Lingji's hands, drank the blood of her enemies quite often.

Its bright red color is not the natural color of copper.

Apart from hairpins, Yan Ling Ji had no other ornaments in her hair.

Only her enviable long, jet-black hair, straight like a waterfall, cascaded down her back, the ends now reaching her slender waist.

I said, "Long, straight black hair is a timeless classic."

Does anyone understand?

Unlike when Yan Lingji was a child, her hair, bound by a hairpin, was neatly gathered behind her ears, revealing her long, fair swan neck.

Further down, you'll find a continuous panorama of jade-like peaks and snow-capped mountains.

Chapter 68 Was the person causing trouble in the kitchen wrong?

If clothing design is an art and armor crafting is a skill, then the design of women's armor and clothing undoubtedly needs to integrate the essence of both.

Give full play to the geisha...

Ah, no, it's the spirit of artistry.

At least in the world of "Qin's Moon", the craftsmen who design armor for women must be driven by a "gentleman's spirit".

Otherwise, metal fishnet stockings would not have come into existence.

If there's one rule they absolutely must follow in the design process, it's that aesthetics must far outweigh practicality.

And they adhere to the belief that the more exposed the material, the stronger its performance.

Otherwise, Jiang Mo really couldn't explain why such a suit of armor, tailor-made for Yan Lingji, would expose large areas of her fair skin above her chest, with only a few patches of armor on her arms, and her slender waistline could be faintly seen.

A quick glance around revealed glimpses of spring everywhere...

Ah, no, it should be said that it's full of flaws.

You can't exactly say it's shoddy workmanship, can you?

If those craftsmen really dared to do that, Jiang Mo would definitely be the first to twist their heads off and use them as a football. It's just that this armor, forged with Yan Lingji's personal opinions in mind, did indeed sacrifice much practicality for aesthetic reasons.

As for why Jiang Mo didn't stop Yan Lingji from interfering back then...

That's because he likes it too, of course.

This suit of armor, with black as the base color and gold as the outline, features wings that spread out to the side and back on the chest, steadily supporting two trembling snow peaks.