Chapter 95 Enemies (1)

Sumuhe opened the curtain of the tent and looked at the sky above the snow-capped mountains.

The setting sun rims the blue sky with a layer of gold, and covers half of the snow-capped mountains with warm colors.

This was a scenery he had never seen in Qianzhou. There were very few high mountains on the grassland, and the sky and the earth were all covered in white. In his impression, it only happened when the white-haired wind blew.

He couldn't help but think of the oldest myth among the barbarians: before the world was divided, Geriletu, the mother of light, lived in a huge rock deep in the snowy mountains, giving birth to light and heat. She was the god of stone, the god of fire and the mother of light. .

Later, the Earth Mother Goddess Dedema discovered this stone in the snowy mountains. In order to free Geriletu from the stone, she took the huge stone away from the snowy area and placed it on the highest mountain on the grassland - Shizu Mountain. On the top of the mountain, let the sun shine on it, let the warm wind blow on it, give her light and heat, and help her power awaken.

However, suddenly leaving the suppression of the snow-capped mountains, the light and heat that Geriletu had accumulated suddenly burst out, and the boulders burned blazingly on Shizu Mountain.

Finally, the hot fire burned Geriletu's limbs and melted, his eyes turned into the sun and the moon, his hair turned into grass, and his sweat turned into streams. The stones that gave birth to the flames gained life in the flames and became the original objects. people, this is the birth of the barbarians.

As strong as a rock, withstanding the test of fire, this is them, the strongest and best-fighting nation in Kyushu forever.

Sumu He felt a little funny: he was a shaman from the Gale Department, but it was in Leizhou that he saw the mythical snow-capped mountains for the first time.

"Cough, cough, wine, wine, the mother goddess's milk, bring the wine, sumuhe, bring the old man the wine." The old shaman lying on the bed coughed and shouted to him.

Sumu He felt even more ridiculous, thinking of the oldest and most sacred myths of the barbarians, which the old man told him when he was drunk.

At that time, every time he stole a pot of wine, the old man would tell him a story. Later, when the men who had stolen the wine came together angrily to accuse him, the old man fell asleep without any sense of responsibility.

The people gave Sumu He a good beating. After all, they didn't dare to really beat up the great shaman of the Gale Department.

"Teacher, you forgot, we have finished drinking the wine in the shed." Sumu He said.

"Then go to Chaolu Pengli and ask for it. He has the most wine there."

"Teacher, you forgot." Sumu He's expression darkened: "Brother Chaolu is dead."

"Ah -" the old shaman seemed to suddenly wake up a little: "By the way, he is dead. He died when the old man didn't save him."

The old man's voice was sad, and Su Muhe couldn't bear to hear it, and said: "But Senior Father rescued the patriarch. Brother Chaolu will not blame Senior Father if he knows that Senior Father rescued the patriarch."

"Ha, weird or not, it's the same, they are all dead. Ignore him, wine, Su Hemu, bring the old man some wine."

Sumu He stood up helplessly: "Okay, then I'll go to Uncle Ulji's shed and see. If he refuses to give it, I'll also...find a way to get some wine."

Sumu He walked out of the tent. Countless tents were lined up at the foot of the southern part of the snow-capped mountains. The men from the Gale Division were arm-in-arm, eating and wrestling together. The sunlight shone on their backs, illuminating the cyan tattoos.

The pattern of the eagle shone brightly in the sun, and Sumu He knew that the tattoo was not only a symbol of the tribe. The tattoo was the life of a barbarian man.

Affected by the martial arts, the strength of a barbarian warrior's force will always be reflected by the color of the tattoo on his back. Red dragon horse, orange cow, yellow bear, green crocodile, green python, blue fish, purple frog, these are the colors on the grassland

A popular saying used to describe the order of intensity of tattoo colors.

The patriarch Pangula and his old master, the great shaman Wuhesa, are the only two "Red Dragon Horses" in the tribe. Below are the five warriors Chaolu, Wuliji, Naqin, Babu, Xurigan, and Wu

Shaman Chagan, Luo Liqin, Hasen, Durilang, and Eliza are collectively known as the "Ten Orange Bulls", followed by yellow bears and green crocodiles... except for the purple frog. In the Gale Division, at the age of fourteen

, if you can’t cultivate to the level of blue fish, you will be abandoned.

When Sumuhe was fourteen years old, he was still a "purple frog".

The reason why he survived was because the old shaman said that he was the most talented shaman seed in the tribe.

He is sixteen years old this year and is the only "green python" under the age of eighteen in the tribe.

Walking to Uligi's shed, Sumuhe borrowed some wine as a promise that the old shaman would take care of him on the battlefield. When he returned to his tent, he found that the old shaman had already fallen asleep.

Sumu He had no choice but to put down his wine and sit on the ground to play with some spells to pass the time.

His magic weapon was an earthy yellow gourd. Sumuhe poured out a lot of soil from it, and then shaped it into various shapes, including horses, bridges, houses...

Sumu He liked to make houses the most. Every time he followed the tribe to invade the villages and towns of the Song Dynasty, he would pay special attention to the styles of those buildings.

He secretly hid a dream in these clods of soil, that one day a city like the Great City of the Song Dynasty would be built on the grassland. He preferred construction to his compatriots who were keen on destroying.

His little street was about to be finished, but at this moment, his eyes darkened.

"Guess who I am?" said the man who blindfolded him.

"Brother Guijin, stop teasing me." Sumu He said.

"No, I'm thirteen."

"Thirteen?"

Gui Jin let go of Su Muhe's eyes, and Su Muhe turned around quickly: "Why did you call me Thirteen?"

Gui Jin smiled and said, "This is my Song Dynasty name, isn't it awesome?" Then he suddenly lay on Sumu He's back, "Phew, I'm exhausted."

Su Muhe didn't expect that this person who was always too smart to endure a little more hardship and put in a little more effort would have a tired look on his good-looking face. He asked strangely: "Aren't you with the Lord God Envoy? How come you are here?

Are you here yet?”

"Forget it, that pig Hazare was defeated by the Yi people in Tianshui! The divine envoy and I were also dispersed, so I will come to you on my own."

"Ah!" Sumu He was shocked: "The Yanliu tribe was defeated? Then, where are their people? Are there any left alive?"

"Hey, escaping is no different than dying. In the future, the name Yanliubu will no longer exist on the grasslands."

"I'm going to tell the clan leader." Sumu He stood up.

"Don't worry, let me rest for a while before I deal with your clan leader." Gui Jin snatched the wine Sumuhe gave to the old shaman and said while drinking:

"Actually, I came here a few days ago and met your scout. He said that your Gale Division is only thinking about digging out the Ju people's lair from countless caves.

I will go and inquire about the whereabouts of the Ju people myself. After all, your clan leader Pan Gula doesn’t believe in the envoy’s tricks. If I want him to protect me on the land of Leizhou, I have to provide some practical benefits.

I can speak the Song Dynasty dialect, so I went to the village in Xueling to inquire. After the inquiry was completed, I killed all the people in the village to avoid leaking my whereabouts. Sumuhe, you can't imagine that watching their own dogs kill them How fun it is to bite someone to death!

I even sneaked into Ju's army and was about to follow them into the mountains, but just a little bit, just a little bit away, a soldier came out to stop me. Ah, hateful guy, interesting guy."

A ferocious light suddenly appeared on Gui Jin's face: "He said his name is Ye Ziqi, haha, he doesn't understand what it means to tell a barbarian his name.

Do you know? Sumuhe, I am also a barbarian. Every barbarian is a born hunter. If he tells me his name, he will become my prey and will be killed by me in the end. Haha!"

Gui Jin drank all the wine given to the old shaman. Sumu He tried to stop him several times, but to no avail. He just felt helpless. Although he was one year older than Gui Jin, he always felt that there was nothing he could do to deal with this man. .

"So, have you finally found the home of the Ju people?" Sumu He asked.

"Ha!" Gui Jin threw down the wine bottle, smashed the "small street" that Su Muhe had finally piled up, and said with a smile: "Say goodbye to these little toys of yours, and take me to see your clan leader."

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