Every evening, someone comes to take away the weapons or talismans blessed by Elder Ling. Elder Ling doesn't care about anything. He doesn't even look at them too much. His eyes are always focused on the unfinished talismans.
That day, Uncle Zhang brought several people over to invite Elder Ling. Elder Ling pointed his hand and said, "Ask her to help me."
Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "She doesn't know anything. What can she do? Isn't this causing trouble for you?"
Elder Ling became angry, "I just like it, what do you want to do?"
"I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you." Uncle Zhang quickly apologized and said to himself, this man had never even spoken to Elder Ling, so why did he suddenly win his favor? I couldn't help but pay attention.
Then he said, "The amount this time is a bit large, so it's okay if you take your time, but see if you can draw more high-level talismans, so that fighting pirates will be more exciting."
"Listen to me or listen to you. If you have the ability, go ahead and draw it yourself!"
Zhan Changfeng looked at Uncle Zhang's almost green face and found it funny. This old man knew how to take advantage of himself.
"What you have to do, don't hang around here, I'm bothered." Elder Ling led her and the young man into a large workshop, while the others were left outside.
This is a shipbuilding workshop, with lumber and other materials piled all over the floor, and there are also several unfinished ship frames lying there.
On the relatively empty ground in the middle, there is a large, completed ship parked.
Elder Ling took the pen and walked onto the boat, but Liang Yu stopped Zhan Changfeng, "Don't go there. This old man hates people getting in his way when he is drawing talismans. We can just watch here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Ling shouted at the top of his lungs, "Come here and bring me the ink!"
Liang Yu's face turned a little green this time.
I didn't quite understand what was said between Elder Ling and Uncle Zhang before, but I understood everything after seeing this ship.
It turned out that Elder Ling was asked to bless the ship with talismans.
Elder Ling started to draw the runes from the deck. He held a pen in one hand and lifted his sleeves and robes in the other hand. He was able to draw the runes in one stroke, and his skills were even more subtle than what he showed in the greenhouse.
After he finished drawing an independent part of the runes, he asked, "How?"
This time Zhan Changfeng praised it without hesitation, "It's very good."
Elder Ling, "Want to learn?"
"In no mood."
Elder Ling was furious, blowing his beard and glaring, "You stared at me eagerly for more than ten days, and you actually told me that you didn't want to, then why the hell are you looking at me!"
To be honest, the young man was moved when he saw his concentration without impurities when he was making the talisman.
As a result, he took the initiative to speak, and in exchange for saying no, Elder Ling felt that his heart that finally had the intention to accept a disciple was shattered.
Elder Ling was particularly unhappy. He ignored Zhan Changfeng with a stinky face and continued to draw the talisman himself.
Zhan Changfeng showed a smile, "I admire the senior's focus on the talismans, but it's a pity."
"What's the pity?"
"You are sick."
Elder Ling made a mistake and the whole talisman collapsed, "What the hell are you sick about?"
"Senior, are you often excited, brain-tired, dreaming a lot, angry, sometimes flustered, short of breath, drowsy, and unable to fall asleep?"
Elder Ling felt that he could no longer draw, so he sneered, "I didn't expect you to be a medical student. No wonder you don't like me."
This kind of sneer after the whole person calms down is like being stabbed at something and being suppressed to the extreme. Once it reaches the edge, it will explode.
Zhan Changfeng seemed not to notice his nervousness, "With all due respect, senior, this is caused by psychological symptoms, also known as heart disease."
When he heard about his heart disease, Elder Ling suddenly became calm, truly calm. He dipped his pen in ink and continued to draw talismans.
"In fact, heart disease can also be cured."
Elder Ling sneered again, "Can you also cure heart diseases?"
"No," Zhan Changfeng looked at him, "I can cure hidden diseases caused by fire."
Elder Ling made a mistake, and the entire rune collapsed again. He laughed, "How crazy, do you know who slapped this palm, the Supreme Master of Divine Power!"
"Just because you can cure hidden illnesses caused by supernatural powers, that's nonsense!"
"But don't you also believe that I can heal?" Zhan Changfeng said with a smile, "But it's true that I can't cure you now. Firstly, I don't bring acupuncture, and secondly, I don't save people."
She didn't care about Elder Ling's expression, "Senior, you can reserve a seat with me first. Farewell, I have to find a ship to leave this island."
Reserve a spot?
Not saving people?
Is this a curse to kill him?
Elder Ling's mood was complicated, and his head started to hurt. A scorching dark fire shot up over his body, burning his mind like it did day and night.
Uncle Zhang and others seem to pay special attention to Elder Ling, or that ship, and are still guarding it outside.
Seeing Zhan Changfeng coming out, Uncle Zhang's eyebrows twitched. Thinking of Liang Yu's words, he secretly thought that Elder Ling really liked her and even asked her to follow him.
Liang Yu was forced upon him by their kind words.
"Little friend Feng has a bright future. He can win the favor of Elder Ling." Uncle Zhang was very happy for her, but he changed his words and said, "I wonder if you like our Bai tribe. If you are willing, our Bai tribe will
You are sincerely invited to join.”
"You are really making things difficult for me," Zhan Changfeng said in a cold and slightly hoarse voice, "I am not familiar with your tribe, and I don't even know where it is. I am talking about whether to join or not. I will leave in a few days when I get a boat.
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Uncle Zhang smiled happily when he heard this, and did not mention letting her join. He said, "If you want to leave, don't be in a hurry. I will find a few people to help you build a boat. During this period, our tribe's triennial grand meeting will begin.
Come and have fun too."
"That's fine."
At night, when the sky is high and the long wind has ended, it becomes quiet. When you look out the window, you will see the light of torches passing by from time to time.
After these days, she had a general understanding of the situation on the island.
There are two tribes living next to each other on the Broken Star Islands, the White Tribe is one of them, and there is the Black Tribe next to it.
The two tribes believe in the mountain god together, but there seems to be some life-and-death grudge between the two tribes, and they extremely dislike seeing each other.
There are only two reasons for the two tribes to meet each other.
One is to fight pirates together, and the other is to worship mountain gods together.
The so-called grand ceremony should be related to sacrifice.
Although there are many beliefs in the world, it is not uncommon to offer sacrifices to mountain gods, but most of them are for peace of mind. Surprisingly, there are indeed traces of the blessing of power on the bodies of the Bai tribe people.
In other words, this mountain god is really giving them power.
Those who have this ability include Shinto totems, incense monks, and the supreme power of absorbing the power of faith.
Because there were just some remaining traces of power blessing, she couldn't draw any specific information from them.
Waiting until tonight, Zhan Changfeng finally decided to explore the real Bai tribe.
She is now located on the outskirts of the White Tribe, close to the coastline, and is inhabited by strong White Tribe people, which is equivalent to a military defense line against pirates.
The Bai tribe people live deep in dense forests.
She found the location of the White Tribe through the birds, and headed inwards while avoiding the sentries.
Most of the buildings of the Bai tribe are made of wood, with eaves like horns. Compared with the camps along the coast, the real tribal gathering places are obviously more life-like. In front of the rows of houses, there are several large pots, and ethnic symbols can be seen everywhere.
However, there is nothing noteworthy, like an ordinary tribe.
She walked along with the darkness and quietly walked through most of the white tribe, finally locking her eyes on a relatively large room. When she glanced at it with her consciousness, she found that there was no one inside.