In front of the Dayanzu Temple, there is an oblique stone staircase going from top to bottom, with tall and straight old Cangqiu trees on both sides.
After coming out of the ancestral temple, Dao Meng did not lead Gong Liang through the air, but led him slowly down the stone steps. Every once in a while, there was a small platform beside the stone steps, with a
A burly god-man. Dao Meng said that it was the Dayan warriors who had made outstanding contributions to the Dayan tribe. In order to thank them for their contributions, the tribe specially made a statue for future generations to commemorate.
Migu sat on Baba's neck and looked around. Each of the Dayan warriors on the small platform was cast in perfect shape and spirit, as if they were strangers, which made her feel very strange.
So does Yuan Gungun, but he wants to run up and urinate to make a mark.
I don't mind being honest in other places, but when I saw it peeing in front of the statue, I immediately kicked it away.
Elder Da Yan is right next to this idiot, so he is not afraid of him turning him into a panda patty with a slap.
At the end of the stone steps is the Dayan tribe. Dayan continues the rough style of the Dahuang tribe. The entire tribe's houses are made of huge stones. In front of the house, there are old people basking in the sun, women tanning animal skins and clothes, and there are children.
There was so much play and play, and the whole tribe was filled with a peaceful and happy scene.
"The elder is back, the elder is back."
The children who were playing around saw Dao Meng and shouted around him.
When they saw the fat, black and white fur, the cute and cute round body, these guys immediately changed their targets and ran up to look at it curiously. Some of them couldn't help but stretched out their hands to touch the round body.
If there is one, then there are two, and suddenly countless strange hands stretch out towards the round body.
This one touched the fur, that one touched the body, that one pulled the skin off, the other one pulled the hair off, and some guys even grabbed it's butt.
Yuan Gungun was annoyed now. It was these little brats that annoyed him the most. He immediately bared his teeth and screamed "Ao Ao" to scare them.
But those children were very courageous and not afraid at all. Seeing it like this, they felt very cute, and they all gathered around it. When Yuangunwan took a look, he hurriedly hid next to Gongliang. When the children ran to the left, he ran to the right;
When those children run to the right, it runs to the left.
In the end, it was really annoyed by these little guys, so it simply hugged Gongliang's thigh and crawled towards him.
There was no choice but to hold it in his arms.
At this time, Yuan Gungun was so proud that he laid his head on Gong Liang's shoulder and looked down on the group of children arrogantly, "Humph"
But the children did not feel that they were being despised. Instead, they felt that the weird guy with black and white fur was cute and adorable.
"Uncle Dao Meng, why are you back?" Dao Han, who returned to the tribe, saw Dao Meng and stepped forward curiously and asked.
"This is Gongliang, a clan member from the ancestral land. Tomorrow will be the last time the Ten Thousand Beasts Blood Pool is opened. I will bring him back to see if he can build a foundation for the cave. You young people should get closer to each other more in the future," Dao Meng introduced to Dao Han.
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"A person from the ancestral land?" Dao Han couldn't help but cast a curious look at Gong Liang.
Gongliang nodded friendly.
"Hello, my name is Dao Han. If you have anything to do with the tribe in the future, you can come to me." Dao Han said to Gong Liang.
"Thanks."
Hearing that Gongliang was from the ancestral land, people basking in the sun and working nearby gathered around to see what was strange. Some old people even said with emotion: After all these years, they finally saw someone from the ancestral land. Even if they die, they will rest in peace.
Some women were even more curious and asked about the situation in the ancestral land, and Gongliang told them everything he knew. When he heard that the people in the ancestral land were not doing well, and that some tribes were wiped out by ferocious beasts, he fell silent for a while.
They knew that life was difficult for the tribesmen living in their ancestral land without spiritual energy, but they did not expect that their lives would be so difficult.
In contrast, the people of Dayan living in the wilderness do not know how happy they are.
After sighing with emotion, someone suggested having a big banquet in the evening to celebrate the arrival of good men from their ancestral land.
However, Elder Dao Meng dismissed this idea, saying that since Tiangong Liang was going to enter the Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Beasts, it would be better to wait for the feast to be celebrated after he built the foundation cave from the Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Beasts.
When the people of Da Yan tribe heard Dao Meng's words, they nodded one after another, feeling that this was a good idea.
These people never seemed to consider that Gongliang could not build the foundation of the cave. They seemed to take it for granted that he would definitely be able to build the cave.
Saying goodbye to the enthusiastic Dayan people, Gongliang continued to follow Dao Meng forward. After a while, he came to a house made of huge stones. At dusk, a bunch of Dayan people brought clothes, warm food and food.
Gongliang was so moved that he felt like coming home to Da Yanbu, which was particularly warm.
Daomeng's house is very simple and simple, and can be described as a house with bare walls.
If it hadn't been for the few things sent by his tribe just now, he wouldn't have even had anything decent at home.
In the evening, Dao Meng lit a bonfire in the house and called the elite warriors of the clan to cleanse the good deeds.
"Come, drink."
Dao Meng held up a jar of wine and said: "Gongliang, this is the pyracantha wine of the Nvque tribe. It is brewed from the pyracantha fruits that grow near the earth fire magma. It tastes very refreshing. Apart from the group of girls in the Nvque tribe,
The difference is surprising, but the others are pretty good. Come on, let’s all have a drink.”
"Drinking Saint."
Dao Meng completely lacks the authority of the elders and blends in with the clan members.
Those elite warriors didn't seem to be afraid of him, and they started drinking with him happily.
Gong Liang didn't know what to say when he heard about drinking from a jar. This was the most generous sentence he heard in the wilderness.
The tribal elite next to him had already picked up the wine jar and started drinking. Could Gongliang himself be an exception? He had no choice but to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.
When Pyracantha wine entered the throat, it was refreshing and mellow at first, but after a while, it turned into a spicy hot flame that burned violently in the belly.
Mom, let's play a guava. It's more heart-wrenching than burning a knife!
Gongliang boasted that he could drink two drinks, but in an instant, he threw this idea away and did not dare to boast about it anymore.
The spicy hot flame was very strange. After burning in the stomach for a while, it didn't stop and began to rush towards the body. Within a moment, Gongliang's face turned red like a cooked prawn.
Mi Gu looked at Dad's face and felt strange.
Chirp, chirp, chirp, the little chicken is looking at Gongliang with his head crooked, what's wrong, mom!
Yuan Gungun saw them drinking firethorn wine and thought it tasted good, so he secretly took a few sips. He enjoyed it at first, but after a while, he felt that the whole panda was not good, and was burned by the spicy hot flames.
The person next to me yelled "Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch!"
In the end, I don't know whether it was because I couldn't stand it anymore or something happened, but I stood up and began to grunt and start sparring. It looked very funny.
Dao Meng and a group of Da Yan elites burst out laughing.
That night, there was a banquet, with wine jars intersecting with wine jars. A group of people ate large pieces of meat and drank heavily. It was so enjoyable.
Gongliang was completely unconscious until the end of the drink, and he didn't even know when he fell asleep. When he woke up in the morning, he found himself lying on an animal skin, with Migu curled up in his arms, and Yuanyuan and the chicken were still nestled together.
He fell asleep soundly.
Your grandfather's.
The group of people yesterday were just trying to persuade you to drink. But they didn't cut corners. They drank as much as you wanted, even more than he did.
Therefore, in the end, I can only blame myself for being a drunk, not others.
After all, these things are just herds of animals. They play a guava and drink from a jar. This is really unheard of, unseen, and strange.
ps: Something happened yesterday, so I only have one chapter. I will write more today.