The Great Wild God Chapter 9: I’m not a little kid
(Thanks to the Fan Ledi brothers for their enthusiasm, the new book gives birth to a new leader, add another chapter)
At this time, there was laughter and laughter in the stockade. Looking at the light that penetrated through the cracks in the wall, it was already after dusk. I didn't expect the time to pass so fast. The soul sacrifice beast feast was about to begin, and the clan members of the black python tribe outside began. Sing and dance.
Chen Xun was not in a hurry to get out of the shack. The mysterious feeling brought by his training was unexpected. He had to understand it. After a while, he walked out of the shack and walked to the stone temple.
The top of the mountains in the distance is shrouded in the crimson twilight, and there is the sound of beasts roaring and birds singing.
A pile of bonfires lit up in the square, the fire shining on the stone wall, and the figures floating.
The stone hall is very lofty in the stockade, and it is a place where the Wumang tribe discussed and worshipped the spirits of the ancestors.
Chen Xun is not from the Wumeng tribe. He has lived in the stockade for three years and has not had a chance to step into the stone temple.
In the center of the square in front of the stone hall is a huge altar made of huge stones. It is nearly ten meters high and more than a hundred meters in circumference. It stands in the middle of the square, which is more magnificent than the stone hall.
In front of the altar, the Wumang people used countless round pine woods to build a fire altar, almost as high as the altar.
On both sides of the altar of fire, two huge high wooden stakes were erected, and a huge rope was pulled in the middle, and a huge bronze cauldron that looked like a person was suspended above the altar of fire.
The Wumang family lacked iron and bronze wares, and even most of the strong men were holding stone knives and wooden spears, and went fishing and hunting with Manwu. Chen Xun did not expect such a large copper tripod hidden in the stockade.
The two ears of the bronze tripod are hung from the huge rope, and the four side walls are carved with many birds and beasts and various savage writings that have not been seen in Mangyaling. It gives people a feeling of heavy mulberry, and it may be mysterious. Knowing that it is an ancient relic handed down how many years ago, it may usually be hidden deep in the stone hall of the ancestral shrine, and only need to wait until the day of the big sacrifice to use it.
A Gongzong Tu said that Wu Mang had a very glorious history. Looking at this giant cauldron alone, Chen Xun also believes that A Gongzong Tu is absolutely nothing nonsense.
At this time, Zong Sangzheng commanded the manpower to fill the mountain spring water with clay pots and pour it into the copper cauldron; at the same time, someone took out the countless rare and exotic herbs collected in the village and cast it into the copper cauldron. .
Could it be that the soul sacrifice beast feast is to cook the flesh and blood of the cunning black scales for everyone to eat?
Beast feast, beast feast, beast meat feast.
I just cooked the cunning beast meat and distributed it to everyone. Is it necessary to make it so grand?
Chen Xun thought to himself, Zong Ya didn't know from which corner he got out, caught him and asked:
"Axun, where have you been hiding all day, if you don't show up, grandpa won't let me go to find you?"
Zong Ya's temperament is too straightforward, and he can't hide things in his young belly. A Gongzong Ya specially ordered that he must not tell him about things such as silk books; not to mention that there are eight or nine followers behind Zong Ya, who are in their stomachs. Can't hide the secret.
"Yes, that is, where have you been hiding these days, Zong Ya said that you dragged the cunning beast back. We can carry such a heavy cunning beast, five or six of us can carry it, how did you drag it? Are you back here?" The teenagers who followed Zong Ya hadn't seen Chen Xun for several days, and they were all rushing over to ask.
After returning to the stockade, Chen Xun first lay in a shack to recuperate, and then he got a silk book from A Gongzongtu to practice. There was indeed no contact with people in the stockade for three days.
He asked Zong Ya to hold him, just smile and tell him: "My injury is not healed. I still lie in bed and sleep all day. Grandpa is probably afraid that you will drag me around... …"
Zong Ya looked up Chen Xun's eyes and saw that he was alive and kicking. Apart from the scars that took a few days to disappear, he could no longer see where he was injured.
"Although you did not practice Barbarian Martial Arts, your body is stronger than Zongling and the others. Zongling Hu said that he has found that feeling in Barbarian Martial Arts now, and the stone pier in front of the stockade can also stretch far away. Manzhaizi wants you to wrestle your wrists, and want to win back the iron wood bow that lost you last time-I can't find you."
Zong Ling is the son of Zong Sang, and is a cousin with Zong Ya-but there is no such saying in the Wumang tribe-he and Nanxi, the son of Nanli, are considered to be the three most outstanding teenagers of Wumang.
Nan Xi was rather cold at this time, standing aside far away, with arms folded, it seemed to Zong Ya that Zong Ling had "find that little feeling" for practicing martial arts, and disdain.
Chen Xun was surprised.
For the man martial arts, it is very important to be able to train the man soul combat martial arts to the minimum level of body and mind in the early stage.
Only by practicing the body and mind can you enlighten the soul. This is the most critical step.
As Zong Ling is only twelve years old, he has found "that feeling", which means that he is half a step away from the threshold of truly entering the barbaric soul training, and his talent is no worse than Zong Ya. Half a minute.
"How do you dare to compare?" Zong Ling was slightly thinner, staring at Chen Xun, who was silent with dark eyes, for fear that he would say "no".
Chen Xun smiled bitterly: "I accidentally dropped the iron-wood bow down the cliff when I went back into the mountain. Don’t you know? Unless you want to win back the iron-wood bow that was broken in two, Otherwise I can't find anything to bet with you!"
"You can bet with me on Long Fang!" Zong Ling was young, yet he didn't hide his thoughts, so he exposed his thoughts in one or two sentences.
"Tang Fang?" Chen Xun looked at Zong Ya in confusion, not knowing what was going on.
Zong Ya mysteriously took out two long teeth from the skin of the portable beast. It was the two white and translucent fangs of the cunning beast, and said: "Everyone says these two long teeth are what you deserve The thing, Grandpa asked me to bring it to you..." He said that he wanted to give it, but he couldn't bear to grasp the two fangs.
The cunning beast was in the Tushan Mountain. I didn't know that Xiaoyao had been happily living for hundreds of years. When he was about to form a demon pill, he was struck by lightning and died, but all his body was treasure.
The two fangs, knocked with the sound of gold and stone, rushed out of the mountains, I don’t know how many times they collided with the stones and woods in the deep stream of the ravine, there was no trace of broken lines, tough and sharp, unparalleled Swordsman.
Mangyaling does not produce copper and iron, and good fine-iron swords and spears come from the city of Canglan two or three thousand miles away.
Even the mid-level barbarians of the Wumeng Division cannot use a fine iron sword and spear. Ordinary people still use stone blades and wooden spears to participate in hunting.
Zong Ya has a bronze dagger in his hand, which makes many brutal young men in the village look greedy.
Now there are two cunning beasts with fangs that are stronger and sharper than fine iron swords and spears. It is no wonder that they Manzhaizi asked him to compare their wrists, and they wanted to win back these two cunning beasts.
Seeing that Zong Ya was also fetish, Chen Xun pointed to the bronze sword on his waist and said: "You take the bronze sword for my long tooth."
Hearing what Chen Xun said, Zong Ya immediately excited, and hurriedly drew the bronze dagger in the straw rope belt to Chen Xun, for fear that Chen Xun would regret it next time: "Here you are, grandpa wants to ask, you must Said you took the initiative to change with me."
Chen Xun inserted the bronze dagger around his waist and handed another cunning beast long tooth to Zong Ling:
"Last time I went into the mountain, I walked a little farther, so I wanted your iron-wood bow to defend yourself. I would give it back to you if I wanted to use it. I don’t want to fall off the cliff and break it in two. I’m breaking my wrist now. You, this long tooth counts as I pay you..."
"Really?" Zong Ling was surprised and happy, looking at Chen Xun not so sure.
He thought again in his heart that he lost Tiemu Gong to Chen Xun, and the man should win this long tooth by his own ability, but he did not have the full confidence to win Chen Xun...
Seeing Zong Ling's entangled face, Chen Xun laughed and turned around to ignore him.
The Wugongzong figured high morals and tried to reconsider Chen Xun's stay, but other tribesmen did not fully accept him as an alien boy.
The Wumang people are very secretive about the old things in the past and don't want to mention it, but Chen Xun can still feel that the Wumang people have a deep hostility towards foreigners.
However, under the leadership of Zong Ya and Zong Ling, the young people in the stockade have nothing to do with Chen Xun.
Whether it is chanting about the favor of the black python taking him in, or making a relationship with the rising stars of the black python like Zong Ya and Zong Ling, Chen Xun will not be reluctant to bear a cunning beast fang, and he is not really a petty kid. .
Seeing that Chen Xun gave him the teeth so easily, Zong Ling was naturally overjoyed, and generously untied the animal skin bag tied around his waist and collected the "exotic treasures" from him. Spread out Chen Xun and see: "If you have anything you are satisfied with, take it away and count me as replacing your teeth."
"Long wordy, like I'm a stingy person~IndoMTL.com~Chen Xun pretended to be dissatisfied.
Zong Ya also laughed at Zong Ling: "Just your bag is broken, and you really want to change it. Can Ah Xun replace Long Fang for you?"
Zong Ling scratched his head embarrassedly, waiting for Chen Xun to feel closer.
At this moment, the Nanli leader came out of the stone temple carrying a huge skeleton, and immediately attracted the minds of the young people.
The snow-white snake-shaped bones were coiled into a ball, like a huge stone mill, and the two middle-level brute fighters carried wooden poles, looking like they were quite strenuous.
"Ah, grandpa wants to refine the beast feast with the cunning beast!" Zong Ya was also surprised to watch the tribe lift the crow python bones onto the earth platform and throw them into the copper cauldron.
The black snake black snake is the sacred totem, but there is a snake valley a hundred miles west of Shizhai. The black snake black snake is the king of snakes and is extremely poisonous.
The most important medicine for refining Wumang Dan is Wumang Snake Saliva from Snake Valley.
Chen Xun had seen an eleven or two-meter-long black python in Snake Valley. He was already huge and unfriended, but if the skeleton was unfolded, it would be twenty or thirty meters long. He thought to himself, this black python is here. How many years has it grown before death?
In Chen Xun's heart, the Wumeng Department was afraid that it would take out all the good things at the bottom of the box and cook it with the cunning beast, right?