Chronicles of Primordial Wars Chapter 178: Chorus

The sun rises.

It looks like another day like yesterday, but for some people in this grassland, it is different from yesterday.

For example, those in Feng Tribe who are exchanging things with the distant team are wondering what to take and what to change; for example, those who have been guarding the air, they can rest today, and there will usually be a large flight The birds grabbed the animals they raised, and today there is a bigger bird in the sky, and they don't see the usual headaches; for example, an old man living in the Feng Tribe wanderers area.

To Old He, today is a special day. On this day of the year, he will come to the top of the mountain, face a direction, worship and pray, and sing.

I do n’t know when his grandfather set such a rule. On this day of the year, he prays and sings here to remember those words that have been passed down from a very early time, and those that have not been spoken. The tribe name of the person understanding.

Old He is also accustomed to this time of year, come here, inherit the will of the ancestors, and fulfill the wishes of the ancestors and himself.

Every time this magic dream comes to mind of Old He.

Every detail is extremely clear, including the rising flame, and the two horns surrounded by flames.

That seems to be the same as the predecessors said. Sometimes, he can't even distinguish whether it is in a dream, or in reality, his own fantasy, or the real existence.

Is the tribe existence? Whenever there is such doubt, he will stand here to pray, sing, and strengthen his faith.

Many wanderers don't understand his behavior, and some people will pity him. He doesn't care, just insists, and likes to sing like this.

At this time, he will forget all the distress and troubles.

Abandoning other sorrows, right here, singing all day.

Today.

As in previous years, he is carrying a straw bag filled with barbecue.

A water canteen walking towards the mountain.

The mountain within range on the Feng Tribe site is not high. Here, already is the highest place. He thought of going to a higher mountain, but let alone whether he can climb up the mountain alive, and it is not the Feng Tribe site. , Probably not waiting for him to pass.

He was killed as an intruder.

Standing on the green mountain top, Old He took a deep breath. As in previous years, he let out his voice and sang a song.

Singing from the top of the mountain to other places, some people heard it nearby, but they didn't care.

Singers sing every day. As for what they sing and how well they sing, they simply ignore it.

Do it yourself.

"Our ancestors have existed since the beginning of the world, when the tribe rose.

Taking hunting as a priority, spring is warming up, snow and ice have disappeared, birds and beasts are jumping, birds roar and beasts intersect, hunting Warrior, and they are glad to go ... ”Old He stood on the mountain alone, facing in one direction, Singing and singing.

He heard a second voice from suddenly, and someone joined him in singing.

Singing the same song as him.

He sang "Hunting Song" handed down by his predecessors.

It is also the only song he knows. He didn't even learn the songs often sung by Feng Tribe people.

Because there is only this one, when everyone sings, Old He often sings, and some people around can sing along with him even if they can't.

It ’s just that I do n’t know why. Other people sing and Old He sing the same song, but it feels very different.

The former sings like mourning. The more you sing, the more you sing. The latter, the more you sing, the more you sing.

Perhaps only Flaming Horn Tribe people can sing such a sad song.

So, when Old He heard someone singing along, they thought it was someone nearby, didn't turn around, and still stood there and continued singing.

But soon, he found that such a long song, the other party actually followed, not only that, the other party sang better than himself. Why can you hear it? The other side did not sing as badly as others did, but made Old He feel more inspiring. Obviously some tones are different from his memory, but it made Old He feel like this: This song should be sung like this.

The other person is behind him. Old He would like to turn around to see who it is and ask where it is.

However, Old He didn't look back. He would finish the song, otherwise it would be disrespect to the ancestors.

"... for prey, hurrying day by day, going deep into the mountain, returning from hunting Wu Kong, and recognizing the ability of the beast to track ..." singing and singing, Old He was immersed in such a wonderful state again, he saw a The flame of two horns seems to be close at hand, but it cannot be touched, and it always feels almost like it.

After singing a whole song "Hunting Song", Old He has not recovered from that state.

After waiting for about half an hour, Old He gradually recovered. Thinking of the person who just sang with together, Old He turned to look at it, but saw a young man he had never seen before.

"Well, who's your kid? How come here?" Old He asked.

"Huh?" Shao Xuan was even more puzzled. "Have you ever seen the same as me?" "Who are you? What's your name?" Old He asked for some water.

"My name is Shao Xuan.

”After thinking about it, Shao Xuan added another sentence:“ Flaming Horn Tribe people.

"Old He glanced at Shao Xuan, and that look seemed to be saying," You said something nonsense.

Drinking water and taking a break, Old He greets Shao Xuan, "No matter where you come from, come and sing with me together again.

"Shao Xuan:" ... "That's it? After experiencing such a strong and exciting response from Yan Shuo before, I encountered such calmness, Shao Xuan really didn't know what to do.

So he walked over and sang another song with Old He.

After singing the second time, Old He sat on the ground and rested for a while.

"Where did you come from?" Old He asked at this time.

"I follow the distant team over there.

”Shao Xuan answered.

"Well? You're not afraid of danger. The tempers of those traveling teams are not very good. You should meet good people this time.

"Old He said.

"Why did you face that direction when you sang just now?" Shao Xuan asked.

"Don't you know?" Old He looked at Shao Xuan with reproach: "That's where our tribe is! Remember, don't forget it later!" After chatting with Old He, Shao Xuan knew that Old He was here The reason for singing.

It seems that every Flaming Horn Tribe person is very persistent and lives in their own way.

Keep faith in your heart.

Old He's son already is gone. His daughter-in-law ran away by himself, and his wife took home his young sick grandson.

Only this day of the year, Old He will come here to sing.

I also brought my grandson together last year. Unfortunately, these days, my grandson is a little sick. Old He came here alone. When he sang, he also prayed for his ancestors. Healed.

Many people on the grassland.

Sick and sick, it's gone.

After a short break, Old He started to sing again and sang Shao Xuan together. He always felt that when singing with Shao Xuan together, he was particularly energetic and had a passionate feeling, like hunting Warrior who was about to leave immediately.

Over and over again, Shao Xuan sang along with the old man.

The sun rises from the beginning.

The Old He really stopped until it started to fall.

It's time to go back after singing.

Old He and Shao Xuan together descend.

I also asked Shao Xuan's next plan. I heard that Shao Xuan was going to the middle. Old He did not agree.

"It's too far, too dangerous. How can you, a boy with little ability, go to the middle with those travellers together? The middle is more dangerous than other places.

I advise you to go back to the place where you lived before. Maybe it's not good, but at least you can live.

There is hope for life.

Looking strong, you should live well if you want to come ... if you can't find a place.

You can stay with me. Life on the prairie although is also difficult.

But it's much better than those who drift around.

"Old He persuaded.

"It's okay, don't worry, I have the ability to protect myself.

"Shao Xuan said.

"Young people, don't think that you have more strength, you can run everywhere. We have more strength in although, but it is still weak compared to those Totem Warrior.

"" But I am Totem Warrior.

"" ... what? "I said, I'm Totem Warrior, or Middle Level ... hey, be careful! "Even before the Shao Xuan words, I saw the old man twist his feet and roll down the hillside. If it weren't for Shao Xuan to hold the person by hand, the Old He would probably roll farther and even hit the raised stones.

Old He was backed by Shao Xuan from the mountain. His foot was sprained, but fortunately there were no other injuries.

Old He's wife is taking care of the little grandson at home. When he saw the person backed by Shao Xuan, he quickly greeted him and looked at the injury of Old He.

"It's okay, it's just a twisted leg, hey, Shao Xuan, hurry up, where did you just say? Continue! Who else is there in the tribe? What does Shaman teach you?" Old He couldn't even answer his wife The problem, and no injuries on the pins, let Shao Xuan continue to talk about Flaming Horn Tribe.

When I put Old He on a wooden bed and took medicine again, Shao Xuan said: "I thought you knew it already, so calm.

"" How could I know that you really came from Flaming Horn Tribe and thought you were wanderers? "

"Speaking of this, Old He could not help crying or laughing, but he misunderstood.

In the past, when there were friendly exchanges between several tribes on the grassland, he also followed together and saw wanderers like him. Difficult brothers will tell each other about their pains, and then return to continue their lives.

Everyone is looking forward to returning to the tribe one day, but generation after generation, from birth to death, have not achieved this wish.

Old He used to think about it, maybe that's what he did in his life. His grandpa, grandpa's grandpa, and some earlier ancestors were all on this grassland, helping the tribe here to do things and live here. I do n’t know how long I have lived. The only thing that is still there is to tell those words, those things that must be known, from generation to generation.

"Because we live here for a long time, people are good, we are strong, we work hard, people from the tribe treat us a little bit, like Feng Tribe people, sometimes they will let me help her grazing, so Don't worry the tribe, we can stand by! The day the tribe returns! "" Will you graze? "Shao Xuan asked.

"Yes, this is going to happen long ago.

"" Do you know how to raise those animals? "Shao Xuan asked again.

"Of course it will.

All of us who live on the grasslands will do it.

"Shao Xuan thought, talent.

If you change to people on the other side of the river, give them livestock, raise them, and go into the pot.

(To be continued)

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