There is a semicircular island in the northwest waters of the inaccessible Blood Sea War Zone.
The island is thousands of miles in diameter, covered with green trees, and has a line of undulating mountains running across the entire island.
There are some low thatched houses scattered among the mountains, from which smoke rises from time to time, and occasionally some rough folk songs can be heard.
Generally speaking, an isolated island like this, with no other islands in the tens of thousands of miles of sea nearby, is isolated from the world, and few human monks come to settle here.
Those who live on such isolated islands are naturally one of the Tu tribes in the East China Sea.
On the half-moon-shaped white beach, densely covered with fine sand, a row of long footprints extends from the depths of the island to the beach.
Looking along the footprints, a girl wearing a linen blouse and an animal skin skirt, with skin as fair as gelatin, was jumping on the beach with bare feet.
The girl was about sixteen years old, with light steps and black and smooth hair swinging like a waterfall on her back.
Occasionally, she would bend over and pick up a small shrimp or crab washed ashore on the beach, and a bright smile would appear on the girl's delicate and beautiful face.
After putting the small shrimps and crabs she found into the bamboo basket beside her, the girl stood up again and searched farther away.
After a while, the girl came to a group of rocks and watched the blue water lapping on the rocks, making waves of crisp waves.
Every time she went to the beach to pick up fish and shrimps, the girl would always stay by the rocks for a while, watching the waves in a daze.
"Huh? There seems to be someone there?" The girl suddenly exclaimed.
On a large rock not far away from her, an unconscious young man wearing cyan clothes fell into the girl's eyes.
"Oh, someone really washed up on the shore. Who could it be? People in the tribe are all water-based." The girl suddenly became nervous. After hesitating for a moment, she put down the bamboo basket in her hand and walked quietly.
passed.
The young man had an ordinary appearance, but he could faintly see some heroic spirit between his brows. The girl just glanced at him and then looked away with a blush.
"Who are you? My name is Xin'er. Why do I seem to have never seen you before?"
After asking softly, the young man on the rock closed his eyes tightly, his chest rose and fell slightly, and the girl could only hear the sound of waves in her ears.
"She seems to be injured." The girl didn't think much and hurriedly climbed to the rock where the young man was.
The Tu people of the East China Sea are naturally stronger than ordinary people. Although the girl who calls herself Xin'er is young, she can barely carry the young man on her back, and slowly climbs down from the rocks and returns to the beach.
After a brief rest, Xin'er carried the young man on her back and walked step by step towards the direction of the village.
"Xin'er, why are you back so soon? How was your harvest today? Hey, who is that on your back?" A bare-chested, dark-skinned and honest man carrying a small bundle of wood on his back said.
When he saw Xin'er in a small forest outside the village, he quickly unloaded the wood on his body and ran towards Xin'er.
"I don't know who he is. Xin'er asked him, but he didn't answer. Xin'er found him on the rocks by the beach." The honest man took the young man from Xin'er with some distress and carried him to him.
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Xin'er rubbed her slightly sore shoulders, stood on tiptoe, glanced at the young man behind the honest man, and said crisply.
"That side of the reef, are they coming from outside the island?" Hanzi Hanzi looked a little ugly and put down the young man who had already carried him behind his back.
"Xin'er, not everyone can save you. Have you forgotten those pirates who came to our village last time?" the honest man said nervously.
"Are Brother Mu talking about the bad guys?" Xin'er's delicate body trembled slightly, with a look of fear on her face.
"But, he doesn't look like a bad person." Xin'er felt a little anxious when she saw that the honest man didn't seem to be planning to carry the young man back to the village.
"This patriarch once said that a person should not be judged by his looks. Anyway, we should wait and let the patriarch decide." The honest man is also a kind-hearted person, although he is worried
The young man Xin'er rescued was from the same group as the pirates who attacked their village, but he couldn't bear to leave the young man alone.
"No matter what, Xin'er just doesn't think he is a bad person," Xin'er said with puffed cheeks. She turned around and put the young man on her shoulders again, moved with difficulty, and walked towards the village panting.
Although she is from the Donghai Tu tribe, Xin'er is different from other natives. Not only is her skin much fairer, but she is also not as strong as the natives. Carrying the young man all the way was already too much for her.
The honest man opened his lips. After hesitating for a moment, he finally couldn't bear to run to Xin'er, picked up the young man, and carried him on his back again.
"I knew Uncle Amu was the best." Xin'er clapped her hands, stood on tiptoes and kissed the honest man on the face.
The honest man suddenly blushed, but fortunately his skin was dark, so it was not visible.
"I made a promise in advance. If the clan leader takes the blame, you have to put in a good word for your uncle Mu." Amu sighed. In the whole village, Xin'er was the only one who was not afraid of the clan leader.
Xin'er naturally agreed wholeheartedly and happily led the way.
Amu carried the young man on his back and began to pant slightly after walking a few steps. Strangely speaking, this young man's body seemed thin, but it was heavier than a spotted tiger he hunted in the mountains a few days ago.
Three points.
After a while, the news that Xin'er rescued a strange young man quickly spread throughout the village.
The patriarch of the native village just sent some medicinal materials, took one look at the young man, and left in a hurry without blaming Xin'er.
Many natives started talking. Because of the pirate attack some time ago, these natives were somewhat repulsive to outsiders. The clan leader had also ordered many times that no outsiders were allowed to enter the village. He had expected that when Xin'er came here, this order would be
It has failed.
Among the Donghai native tribe, most natives do not have surnames and are often referred to directly by the work they usually do.
Amu, who helped Xin'er carry the young man, was named this because he was responsible for cutting wood.
The name of the patriarch Kukai was found in an old book.
Cheng Kukai learned how to read and write from the older generation of clan leaders. He and Xin'er were the only natives in the tribe who could read and write.
Since rescuing the young man back home, Xin'er took good care of him every day, and added some medicinal materials that Kukai sent from time to time. After three days, the young man slowly opened his eyes.
As soon as the young man woke up, he showed a vigilant look. Just as he was about to make a move, he felt bursts of sharp pain all over his body.
"You're awake." Xin'er, who had been holding her head and looking at the young man, exclaimed, clapped her hands happily and shouted, "Great, you finally woke up. Xin'er has many questions for you, what is your name?
Why were you washed up on our island, where did you come from, and why were you unconscious for three days and three nights..."
Xin'er's series of questions made the young man confused for a while. He studied the strange girl in front of him for a while and knew that he was indeed out of danger.
"I'm... I'm Ye Mo... Excuse me, is it the girl who saved me?" The young man felt as if his chest was being pressed by a huge boulder, and even speaking seemed extremely difficult.
It turned out that this young man was Ye Mo who escaped from Duan Chengde that day. The Golden Armored Immortal Guard used the power of their battle formation and struck him with all their strength, directly injuring him seriously. Although he took out the ancient painting scroll in time, he was killed
The golden giant sword hit his chest.
Fortunately, the ancient painting scroll helped him block most of the force. In addition, he himself had practiced the Tiankuiba Body Technique, so he was not directly killed by this heavy blow. Instead, he used this huge force to escape into the storm tide.
, was swept away from the sea area by the tide.
After Duan Chengde relied on his warship to escape the storm and tide, he led dozens of monks on board to search hard for three days, but without any results, he had to set sail and leave.
Ye Mo was hit hard and fell into a coma. Fortunately, he took away the two flying swords and the ancient painting scroll in time before he fell into coma, thus preventing these valuable treasures from falling into Duan Chengde's hands.
However, he also lost control of his body and wandered on the sea for half a month before he ended up on this island and was rescued by Xin'er.
"What are you talking about? Are you talking politely?" Xin'er blinked her big watery eyes, hesitated for a moment with her cheeks, and then said a little discouraged, "It seems to be a polite word. Xin'er doesn't read much.
Don't say these polite words to Xin'er that you don't understand, but it was indeed Xin'er who saved you."
"Uh" Ye Mo tried to mobilize the vitality in his body, but found that the vitality in his body was completely empty due to this serious injury. It was extremely difficult to even use mana. The soul in Niwan Palace was also sluggish, obviously due to this injury.
, causing a huge blow to his body.
"Thank you Miss Xin'er for saving your life. May I ask where this place is? Are there any other family members or elders in Xin'er's family?"
The most urgent task is to find out where they are now. Ye Mo endured the severe pain in his chest and asked
"Hey, I said you were polite just now, but I didn't expect you were not polite at all. You haven't answered the question Xin'er asked you, so why did you ask Xin'er the question instead?" Xin'er sighed pretending to be unhappy.
, although he seemed slightly dissatisfied with Ye Mo for ignoring his question, he still answered patiently.
"This is Liuxian Island. Xin'er's family elders...well, if you ask Xin'er's father and mother, they passed away two months ago, but Xin'er still has many family members and elders in the whole village.
, they are all Xin'er's family members."
Xin'er's eyes flashed, and Ye Mo could faintly see a small tear falling from the corner of his eye.
"Both parents died, orphan?" Ye Mo felt sympathy for the innocent and lovely girl in front of him.
Under Ye Mo's persuasion, Xin'er finally agreed to invite the village chief.
Looking at Xin'er's disappearing back, Ye Mo secretly smiled bitterly. This girl, with skin as thick as gelatin and a pretty and lovely appearance, looked to be sixteen years old, but she was already tall and graceful. Looking at her appearance alone, he was definitely
It is impossible to connect this girl with the Donghai natives.