Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 369: Shaman Clan blood
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Sea Autumn Tribe is a larger tribe on Land of Shamans. Today, these are only part of the migration. The length of this team seems to be connected in a distance. There are a lot of huge Ferocious Beasts on the ground. A unique building everywhere and tribesmen of Sea Autumn Tribe are moving slowly.
On sky, thousands of Autumn Fish walked away, such as covering the sky, and the roar of roaring sounds, and many more such Autumn Fish Ferocious Beast spread, patrolling in general.
Su Ming sits cross-legged on the body of a vast turtle beast, and sits cross-legged around with nine Sea Autumn Tribe tribesmen. These nine people are well-cultivated, all of them are Intermediate Shaman.
They surrounded Su Ming, as if surrounded, this is the order of the End Shaman man.
Beside Su Ming, there was a person lying down. This person was the old Barbarian Clan. He could n’t move, but his mind was sober, and he was full of shock at the scene that Fang Cai saw.
He did n’t believe that Su Ming was Absorbing Soul, but the development of the incident made him finally hesitate, until now it is completely unclear, Su Ming, who is it
The Su Ming was silent all the way, sitting cross-legged, looking as usual, without revealing the slightest thoughts. The turtle beast he is in is the second of nine, the first turtle beast in front is the End Shaman man ’s car. .
In this position of Su Ming, he can see the long-haired man with his back to his body on the first turtle beast in the distance. This person ’s hair is long and has never been seen by Su Ming. See, the first End Shaman.
Especially thinking of the Barbarian Clan realm comparable to End Shaman, the both eyes of Su Ming will shrink.
"How many End Shamans does Shaman Clan have? I do n’t think so much, like Barbarian Soul Great Perfection of Barbarian Clan, it is certainly very little." For End Shaman and Barbarian Soul Completion, Su Ming knows very little, which is too much for him It's far away.
"With just one look, Barbarian Soul initial stage can almost collapse ... It ’s just a fight, the strength of End Shaman, I am afraid that it is the most powerful force in the entire South Morning.
End Shaman ... I do n’t know what the person ’s name is, but I want to come, it must be from the Wuman and the two clan, both of whom are famous. "Su Ming does not move life and death, looking around.
The migration speed of this tribe is not fast. When the dusk arrives, the migrating team gradually stops. On this desolate earth, Sea Autumn Tribe tribesmen skillfully arranged a beast leather tent tent and raised a campfire Orderly, without any sense of clutter, as if everyone knew what they were going to do.
At the end of dusk, when the sky is dark, the bonfires will be reflected around. As a temporary tribe for rest, its range is still very large. At least Su Ming stands there and can only be blurred when looking up. Seeing the end, he could not see exactly how big this temporary tribe was.
The moon of sky gradually emerged from the cloud, earth was flashing in that fire, although it was dark in the distance, but in this tribe, it was brighter, some children were playing with each other, and the sound of laughter came from time to time As the tribesmen of Sea Autumn Tribe took out their food, some tribesmen roasted meat with a bonfire. Besides the scented spread, the whole temporary tribe began to have a lively voice.
Su Ming sits by the campfire and looks at all this. If he does n’t look at the thorn, he may even have the illusion that his place is not Shaman Clan but Barbarian Clan.
Whether it is eating or living habits, everything in these two groups is too similar, except for the difference in supernatural powers, except for magical technique.
When Su Ming was in a trance, he saw another child not far away from the campfire. There were three children of seven or eight years old, dressed in animal skins, with scattered hair, and were chasing and playing with each other. One of them was a child. The eyes are big, complexion is pink, and it looks very cute.
The child ran ahead with laughter, and the two companions behind him chased.
"The two of you are running too slowly. I count three. If you ca n’t catch up with me, this Aso drum will not be played for you." A round snare drum, with a connected handle, was held by him, but the ground was not level. When he looked back, he tripped on the soles of his feet and the whole person fell suddenly.
When he fell, the two companions behind him immediately caught up, and the three immediately frolicked on the ground.
But the three of them were making trouble, but the sound of quarrel came, making Su Ming's both eyes look at it.
"I blame you, I broke the Asu drum, I blame you"
"This is what my dad did for me, you accompany me"
The children of the three children who had fallen down before looked down at the moment, and they looked like they were about to cry. The snare drum he had held in his hand broke at the moment.
Two other children in front of him, with grievances and anger on their faces, clamored.
Sometimes such things happen in children. For this reason, the people around Shaman Clan are mostly blind. Compared with the innocence of children, these Shaman Clan adults are heavy at the moment, because they will not join them soon There may be few who survive the war.
Su Ming looked at the three children, looked at the little bone in the hand of one of them, and slowly stood up. At the moment he got up, the nine Intermediate Shamans surrounding him immediately looked around Gazing towards Su Ming, showing vigilance.
For the eyes of these nine people, Su Ming did not care, but walked towards the quarreling three children.
For the Su Ming ’s move, nine Intermediate Shaman frowned around. One of them, Intermediate Shaman between Su Ming and the three children, stood up when Su Ming walked, staring at Su Ming, just before to open mouth Suddenly, he suddenly lost his sight. When there was clarity in his eyes, he had already lost the figure of Su Ming.
The person froze for a moment, then turned around violently, and saw behind him, with his back to him, toward the Su Ming of the three children.
As the look of this person changed, so did the other eight. When they were approaching Su Ming one by one, they saw that Su Ming had come to the three children, stopped and squatted down.
"Show it to your uncle, maybe I can help you fix it." Su Ming wore a mask, but the softness in the eyes and the softness of the words were revealed.
The three children froze, looking at Su Ming with their eyes wide open.
"Uncle, can you fix the Aso drum?"
"Yes, this is what my dad did for me, and he blamed him for breaking it."
"Uncle, repair it, I'm bad, I broke it."
The nine Intermediate Shamans behind Su Ming were about to approach. At this moment, they had a footstep. They heard the words of Su Ming and saw the actions of Su Ming.
Su Ming took the snare drum from the child and took a few glances. At that moment, there was reminiscence. The similarities between the witch and the barbarians made the child's toys almost the same.
For example, this Aso drum, Su Ming remembers that it was made to grandfather when I was a child. This is a small drum made of animal skin. On both sides of the drum, there are small stones tied with grass ropes. When holding the handle, the small stones tied with grass ropes will hit the drum surface and make fluctuations. the sound of.
This is a favorite toy of Su Ming when he was a kid. He looked at the drum in his hand and smiled on the face under the mask. One face of the bone was broken, so no sound could be heard. Su Ming raised his hand, After tearing off the broken animal skin, he pulled a corner from the clothes on the child in front of him and put it back on the drum surface. After fixing it, he took this drum and turned around, suddenly the sound of fluctuations and fluctuations , Immediately came out.
The three children cheered immediately, and there was excitement on the small face. After receiving the repaired snare drum handed to them by Su Ming, they looked at each other in a hurry and ran to the distance with excitement. go with.
"Uncle, thank you, my name is Abu." The child who broke the snare drum before, waved at Su Ming, and happily ran away with his partner.
At this moment, Su Ming did n’t care about the Blood Sea vendetta between Shaman Clan and South Morning Barbarian Clan, and did n’t care about the fact that the two parties were fighting under Sky Mist City for some years.
He looked at the real child that day and felt a sigh in his heart.
"I didn't expect that Brother Mo would help these children to repair Aso drums. I thought it would be on them. I saw the past myself." A smiling voice came from behind Su Ming.
As the words came, it was a young man in a black robe with long hair at the waist. The young man had fair skin and a spur of Autumn Fish in his eyebrows.
His appearance is somewhat different from other Shaman Clan. You should know that the thorns of Shaman Clan are often on the entire face, and this person is only possessed by the eyebrows. The rest of the place looks like there is no slight thorn.
He came from a distance. As he approached, the nine Intermediate Shamans that monitored Su Ming all looked respectfully. After the young man raised his hand and waved, the nine people stepped back.
"The past is gone." Su Ming turned around and looked at the young man lightly.
"Although the past is not there, it is necessary to grasp the present, because the current behavior can determine the future." The youth smiled slightly and looked at Su Ming as well.
At this moment, the eyes of the two are in contact.
"Sea Autumn Tribe Ya Mu, Absorbing Soul Intermediate Shaman." The young man smiled to open mouth, withdrawn his gaze to Su Ming and sat at the campfire beside.
"Brother Mo, do you drink?" The youth said, and immediately afterwards, someone walked a few steps and came down. After putting down two bottles of wine beside him, he respectfully retreated.
Su Ming sat beside him and shook his head.
The young man picked up a wine jar, took a big sip after opening, and took a long breath.
"Brother Mo is from the battlefield." The youth put down the wine altar and seemed to say such a sentence casually.
"Why do you say that?" Su Ming calms to open mouth.
"You have the smell of my Shaman Clan blood, and you want to die in the hands of Brother Mo, the Wind Barbarian true god, Shaman Clan. There will never be less." The young man's voice was gentle, but his words said, but it was in this lively tribe Inside, like a cold wind approaching Su Ming.
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The explosion for three consecutive days caused a serious wilting of thoughts. Sitting in front of the computer today, I felt like I could n’t write a word.
This kind of feeling has n’t happened many times since Ergen wrote the book, but this is a signal. I know that if I continue to explode and continue to write forcibly, the consequences will be very serious, not the cause of my body, It was a crash of the plot.
I broke my word and did n’t break it out. Maybe some readers think that the outbreaks in the past few days are all manuscripts. I can swear with my life. It ’s three days and fifteen. There is not even one word. It is because I found that, I can't hold the manuscript at all.
Today will be three changes, the last one is the practice at the end of the month, I will still make up for the chapters of this month ’s forewords.
Do n’t count how much more this month, add three more today, 82 more (to be continued)