Under the mountains covered with red rocks, there is a wandering tribe. Such a tribe does not have its own territory and can only rely on the protection of its warriors to wander around in this dangerous and wild era.
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A tall and cold old man stood at the door of the tribe.
First, he scanned the road ahead like a goshawk. It wasn't until he saw a familiar face that he showed a slight expression of relief. Then he saw that the familiar child was actually wearing a rather cute outfit.
For the luxurious blue shirt.
The old man's complexion changed slightly and he hurriedly stepped forward.
"Shuigouzi, where have you been?!"
"What's going on with these clothes?"
The child was startled. When he saw the old man, he said: "Ah, elder..." The old man with eyes like a goshawk pulled him to a hiding place and squeezed his arm until it hurt. The old man turned around and stared.
Looking at him, he said: "Where did the clothes come from? Where have you been?!"
"I, I went out to collect medicine before and encountered a monster..."
The child tells everything in general.
"Goddess and Fairyland?!"
The old man's expression suddenly changed, and he didn't have time to explain. He just pulled the child into the room forcefully, forced him to take off his green shirt and put on a ragged gray robe again. The old man pressed his hands on his shoulders.
He said one word at a time: "You are not allowed to talk to anyone about today's events, do you understand?"
"Ah...why..."
The child was stunned, but saw the serious look on the face of this always stern elder.
He had no choice but to nod.
The old man reached out and touched the child's hair and said: "... As long as you know that your meeting with the goddess is not a good thing if it is spread among the tribe." The old man's eyes were sad and his expression was dull.
This child didn't know that the leader of his own tribe had secretly made a decision to unite with the other tribes and launch an attack on most of Tushan in the future.
Is there going to be a big war?
At this time, if it is said that the child has seen the goddess, the clan leader and others know about it.
With the latter's mentality, he will definitely try his best to squeeze out the benefits of the fairy fate from this child. In that case, the tribe may not only be annexed by Tushan, but may not survive in the end.
Bar.
"From now on, you don't have to exercise with your peers."
The old man suddenly said something that made the child stunned.
"Why, why?!"
Because you have seen the goddess Xian Yuan, because if you practice, even a child will go to the battlefield, and if you hold the sword tightly and step on the battlefield, you will die inexplicably, and even if you survive the battlefield, in the
In this era, prisoners of war who have killed others will only die.
Because if you die, the goddess who is destined to you may come out to kill and avenge you.
Because I want you to survive and more children to survive.
The old man told the biggest lie in his life: "Because you have no talent for cultivation at all."
"I won't be able to practice in this life. It will only waste the tribe's money and spiritual materials."
"So, I will accept you as my apprentice. Just follow me and learn the craft with our old guys, and become a potter who does not have to go to the battlefield."
In this way, even if the tribe is defeated by most of Tushan, you can still survive.
Can easily get good status and treatment in other tribes.
The old man stood up unsteadily, looking at the child whose talent was not perfect, but would definitely grow into a qualified tribal warrior, and said, "Did that goddess do anything else?"
The child said: "She named me Yuan."
"Then, forget this matter too!"
"But……"
"I gave you this name!"
The child opened his mouth, nodded, and when he turned around, the old man suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed his right hand directly on the child's forehead. The old man, who had once swallowed the blood of a spirit-like monster, used his own skills to forcibly
The child's memories of today were sealed one by one.
Then the girl in the green shirt with a smile like a flower disappeared little by little from the bottom of his heart.
The clothes of Lei Zubu and the memory of setting up a stall.
Under the setting sun, the smile is like a blooming flower.
All gone.
"I'm sorry...child."
The weather-beaten old man's eyes also showed sadness, numbness, and a slight glimmer.
"For us mere mortals..."
"Contacting God is not a chance, but a reason for others to take advantage of you."
"This is the way to die."
The child slept in bed all night. When he woke up, the potters who were proud of this tribe had another apprentice. After a few days, the potter, who was in his thirties, had his eyes shining brightly.
The clan leader came here and saw the exquisite pottery made by the clan's craftsmen.
"That's right... take a batch of the best pottery with you."
"There is a young hero from the Bear Tribe who has grown up, and this time there happens to be a large chamber of commerce that happens once every ten years. This is the biggest income our tribe has ever had." The clan leader's reason was very normal, and no one thought anything was wrong.
, only the old man knew that they planned to secretly contact the chiefs of several other tribes in this incident.
My own strength is too weak, and the tribe is kind to me, so I can't leave.
We can only try our best to keep the children alive.
The elder nodded numbly and looked back at his potter's apprentices. Most of them had already mastered some skills in making pottery. Only this newbie had just learned for a period of time and was not considered a beginner. He said: "
Ayuan, you come with me."
"I'll teach you something on the way."
"Ah, good elder!"
The patriarch looked at the child curiously and said, "Elder, when did you get another disciple?"
"I remember that this child has good bones and is a good young man to be a warrior."
"Suitable for going into battle and charging to kill the enemy!"
He stretched out his hand and put it on the child's shoulder, with a bright light in his eyes. The elder said with a wooden face: "This child is not good. His meridians are blocked, and the speed and efficiency of absorbing the medicine are too slow. It is better to learn to be a potter, and he can do it."
Save some spiritual materials for the tribe."
The patriarch looked at the elder deeply and finally said: "It seems that the elder is very optimistic about this child."
"Well……"
"He doesn't have to go into battle."
"Hahahaha, I am giving you an explanation to the elder, pack your things quickly, we will set off tomorrow. There is a huge Xiongbu King City, which is far away from our place, but it will take too long to get there.
ah."
The patriarch laughed loudly and left.
The tribe, which is famous for its pottery making, packed up their things, prepared their swords, prepared the best pottery of the tribe over the years, and then set out on the road to the Bear Tribe.
………………
"Ahem, bah bah bah!"
"What the hell is this place? What's going on? Grandma, I'm scared to death."
A scribe dressed in white and with a lazy temperament ran out of a mountain with a pale face, his curly hair exploded. Behind him, a vast mountain-pushing beast raised its head and roared, taking a step forward, it would shake the mountains and disperse the clouds.
Let the birds flap their wings and run away.
There is a jade book in the scribe's arms.
"This... this book is really evil."
"It's so outrageous that it can cause such a big commotion. It's outrageous."
"Cang Jie, what did that dead white-haired Taoist priest from those days leave behind?" He looked at the sealed jade book in his arms. Although curiosity was tickling his heart, he still held back and maintained his position.
In compliance with the agreement with Cangjie, I did not open the jade book and take a look.
"However, it seems we can't hide here anymore."
"If I hide it any longer, I'm afraid something will go wrong... In just three hundred years, a mountain-pushing beast has been born within the core range of the human race. After a few thousand years, a demon god has been born.
It’s not a problem, grandma’s... hide it away.”
Bai Ze sat cross-legged on the ground, scratched his head, and took out a talisman with words written on it.
[To the Western Emperor of Kunlun——]
[The people of the Xiong Tribe had great luck. Gun failed in his crusade against Gonggong and was beheaded. Si Wenming was born. When he was born, I had been there. There was a faint feeling of Xuanyuan in his eyes, so I gave him Wenming as a gift.
Name, hoping to suppress the reckless man in his destiny...]
The scribe, who looked depressed but was very free and easy, took a sip of wine and erased the word "reckless man".
He scratched his head and wrote another sentence: "The Qi of Martial Arts".
Well, low EQ, inherited from reckless men.
High emotional intelligence, great martial arts aura, and bullfighting with anger.
[Today he has reached adulthood, and in accordance with the agreement between Xuanyuan and Kunlun, he asked Kunlun to pass on his martial arts].
After finally finishing writing, the scribe took out a seal from his arms, with Bai Ze's true body on it, and breathed a sigh of relief. The king pressed it, frowned, spit, wiped it with his dirty clothes, and pressed it again.
With one press, a four-character seal was left -
[The bright light shines far away]!
With a casual throw, the thing flew up and flew straight towards Kunlun.
The scribe took out another seal and wrote a new letter.
[There are many fishy things about Gonggong and Emperor Shun. I will come here to investigate secretly. 】
[How do you investigate the matter of Fire God Zhurong and let me know.]
The signature inquiry is [Mingzhao Youyuan].
The existence of communication is called [insight across the wall].
Finally, he looked at the jade book in his arms, rubbed all the curly hair, gritted his teeth, and sighed: "We can't leave this thing here, forget it, forget it, take it to the hinterland of the human race first, anyway, this is
There's no use in burying things here."
With his sleeves and robe swept away, the scribe's curly hair is loose and there are dragon horns on his forehead. He is handsome and lazy.
"The bright light shines far away, and you can see the strange things of gods and demons."
He slowly arrived at the hinterland of the human race.
Because of the previous lessons and the tragedy in Xuanyuan Qiu, Xuanyuan Qiu after Zhuan Xu became extremely strict. A soldier said seriously: "Well, please wait a moment while we verify your identity."
"Um... the greatest storyteller in the history of the Three Realms and Eight Wastes?"
The guard froze.
Bai Ze nodded and looked lazily at the human royal city in front of him. He had not returned to the human realm for hundreds of years. For a moment, he felt like he was in a trance. He stretched out his hand to get the wine bottle, seemingly because of the turbulent thoughts in his heart.
Suddenly lost consciousness, he accidentally touched the package in his arms.
With a crash, Yushu fell directly to the ground.
I didn't care at first, anyway, this thing is very strong, let alone falling, it can't be crushed even if a mountain pushing beast dances on it, but at the next moment, the jade book suddenly lit up with a bright and boundless light, and Bai Ze's movements froze.
, his pupils shrank, and he saw that on the quiet jade book, the word "Yu Xu" appeared violently in an almost explosive manner, and then a brilliant stream of light rose into the sky.
Then the crane roared loudly, with a radius of thousands of miles, and even thousands of miles of clouds exploded and circled around.
The yellow auspicious clouds rolled down and pressed down.
The hustle and bustle was majestic and endless, and it seemed to have a vaguely boundless splendor and unparalleled atmosphere. Almost at the same time, in the distant wilderness, the stars were rising and falling. Even in the day, they were clearly visible. The auspicious clouds were flowing, and the stars were rising and falling, faintly.
However, they managed to maintain a certain kind of confrontation, or a majestic atmosphere of tit-for-tat.
Wordless and vast.
Bai Ze's pupils contracted, as if he could see behind the starlight, Emperor Jun, whose hair was tied up in gold threads, lowered his eyes and saw everything flowing.
There was a vague whisper asking plainly: "The bamboo forest is still there."
"Where does Yuxu go?"
The bamboo forest where you and I once fought with each other is still there, but where are you, Yuxu? The vastness whispers and sighs with regret.
!!!
Bai Ze's scalp went numb, and the wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground.
There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.
And in another door.
The dusty little potter stepped into the city at the right time.
The eyes are clear and peaceful.
It seemed that everyone else was stunned and subconsciously looked at the simple clothes on his body.
It seems, there seems to be no problem...
It was washed very clean and the clothes were mended.
He thought a little sheepishly.
Then pause slightly.
Subconsciously he raised his head, subconsciously turned his head, and looked in the direction where the stars were flowing and the auspicious clouds were rolling and intertwined.