At night, the ancestral temple is filled with the carcasses of ferocious birds and beasts.
The witch wore a newly made feather coat made of feathers of various colors, held a bone staff in his hand, and wore a crown of colorful feathers inlaid with various gems. He stood in front of the burning blue and purple flames and danced, chanting mysterious and inexplicable sentences loudly.
As the witch chanted, the cluster of green-purple flames in the middle of the stone pillar began to beat.
But Gongliang felt that the flame seemed weak and weak today, remembering how it used to be very strong and lively.
The following facts verified his idea. When the Yan fire divided into three parts and formed the tribal totem with the word "焱", the power of the flame seemed to be completely used up. It was very weak, swaying, and was about to be extinguished.
The witch seemed to be aware of this situation, and suddenly raised his hands, chanted loudly, and danced the ancient dance of the wild.
The old man next to him joined with the drum, and the tribal warriors beat the ground with bones and spears. Different voices came together to play a hymn of the primitive tribe.
In the high-pitched voice of the witch, a trace of green smoke floated from the heads of the ferocious birds and beasts and poured into the burning flames of the stone pillars. The flames that were originally swaying and about to be extinguished immediately became much thicker. But it was just.
In this way, unlike in the past when worshiping ancestor gods, as long as the green smoke is injected, the fire will burn violently, becoming full, strong, powerful, and hot, as if it can burn all things at any time.
He didn't know what happened, but Gongliang felt that it might be related to the scene he saw last time when he followed Qing Yan in, so he wanted to see it again.
But I was hesitant in my heart, fearing that like last time I would have that horrible feeling of being burned all over my body and wanting to die but not being able to.
But he wanted to find out the reason.
In the end, I couldn't resist my curiosity, so I looked in the direction in which the green smoke was escaping, and my mind instantly sank into it.
When the green smoke entered the purple flame on the stone pillar, it was not absorbed, but followed the flame into an open space below.
The dark black wood that Gongliang saw last time in this open place is still there, but the blue flame on it has obviously become many times smaller. There is only one blue flame floating there, and it is not like last time.
, as if with consciousness, it actually chased him, and even burned itself with hot flames, which was very terrifying.
After the blue flames on the black wood absorbed the green smoke drifting from the heads of ferocious birds and beasts, they became significantly larger and the flames became stronger and more powerful.
He didn't see that some of the green smoke was absorbed by his eyebrows and entered the space deep between his eyebrows.
There was a thin group of blue flames, surrounded by ice crystal jade dew. As soon as the green smoke entered, it was absorbed by the blue flames, and the flames suddenly solidified a bit.
After looking at the blue flames on the dark wood for a while, Gongliang couldn't figure out how it could become smaller, so he simply stopped thinking about it and left the place.
He has encountered too many confusing things these days, such as why he can see Uncle Dashi's family through the wall; why trees can grow in his belly, and there are fruits on the trees, and there is space inside the fruit, and the space can absorb evil spirits.
Where animal energy grows, things can be grown on the land.
Everything was so confusing, completely subverting the science he knew in his previous life.
Sure enough, this world is like a classic saying of a child in the previous life: "Scientific principles can be ignored.
Because I can’t explain it! If I can’t explain it clearly, how can I explain it?
Gongliang could only put aside all his thoughts. Speaking of which, he was already very lucky, at least he was still alive and well.
When Wu's high-pitched chanting fell, the Yanhuo did not explode like before, splitting into countless sparks and falling on the Yanbu people.
It was the same last time.
The Yan tribe people panicked, wondering if the ancestor gods had abandoned them and no longer protected them. This thought spread to everyone in the tribe, and the hall was extremely quiet for a while.
The witch who finished singing swayed slightly when he saw this scene. The leader next to him quickly stepped forward to support him.
Wu waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and asked him to take charge of dividing the animal meat, while he slowly entered the room, his back looking so desolate and desolate.
When Gongliang saw Wu's appearance, he felt worried and wanted to go over and greet him. But when he saw that he had already entered the house, he did not bother him and followed everyone away.
At this time, because of the herds of beasts attacking the tribe, each household of the Yanbu people had accumulated a large amount of animal meat, and the tribe also stored a lot of food for the winter. However, the Yanbu people were not very happy with the food. Two consecutive
The Yanhuo incident made them all wonder whether the tribe had been abandoned by the ancestral god, and the ancestral god no longer protected them.
In the Dahuang tribe, life without the blessing of the ancestor gods is very sad. Just look at the Mabe people.
If they had the blessing of their ancestors, they would not move from their original place.
Gongliang returned home and processed the meat. He filled the large pot in the kitchen with water, lit a fire, and boiled the meat and bones.
Because of the cold weather, the Yanbu people saw the advantages of Gongliang's stove, so they built one in the kitchen at home and burned firewood day and night to keep out the cold winter.
After leaving the kitchen, he carried Yuan Gungun to the bed. In this weather, he had to sleep with this fluffy guy to keep him warm. Except when Yuan Gungun refused to sleep with him when he was angry with him, he didn't resist him at other times.
The chick has gone to bed long ago. Now it no longer goes back to its own nest to sleep at night, but lies on the pure white fur of the gentle and gentle King Sniper.
It doesn't poop anyway, it just lies on its stomach, and Gongliang is used to it. The same goes for Yuangungun.
Before going to bed, Gongliang always used to sit cross-legged on the bed for a while, emptying all his thoughts, that is, entering into silence.
There was no moon tonight, and he did not fall into the realm of the giant rhinoceros looking at the moon, so he sat for a while and woke up.
Suddenly, he remembered that he seemed to have not practiced Qi for a long time, and his mind sank into his Dantian.
The Dantian Qi has not changed much since it was filtered and purified by the two-leaf tree fruit.
Because now the fruit absorbs the moonlight and converts it into pure gas, which is all used to moisturize the body. It is not put into the Dantian at all, so naturally it will not increase. And without the help of the jade's abundant gas, just relying on Gongliang's silly cultivation will not help.
Do you know how long it will take to increase your vitality?
He remembered that it seemed to have taken him several months to cultivate his first ray of true energy. If he really had to rely on himself to cultivate, he didn't know it would take until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. It would be a complete waste of time.
After thinking about it, Gongliang stopped caring about the energy in his Dantian and fell asleep.
No matter what happens, life has to pass.
The Yanbu people did not feel world-weary because they were abandoned by their ancestors. They still lived as usual when they woke up in the morning, but they were always in a bad mood and low morale.
The sky is gray today, with some snowflakes floating, just like the mood of the Yanbu people.
Gongliang came out to see the weather. His experience of staying near the West Lake for many years in his previous life told him that it was going to snow heavily. As if he knew the upcoming weather changes, the herds began to violently attack the village gate early in the morning.
Herds of beasts also appeared in the woods.
No one in the Yan tribe goes out to hunt now, and all the warriors in their prime are joining the offensive team to fight against the herd.
These prime-age warriors were divided into two shifts, day and night, and were on duty in turns to avoid sneak attacks by the herd at night. The remaining younger warriors served as backup, but there were also people who took the initiative to help.
When the Yan tribe warriors guarding the wall saw the beasts attacking, they quickly blew their horns, and the archers guarding the wall and surrounding areas immediately moved into action.
PS: Today’s update. There are a lot of words in recent updates, and the official follow-up promotion may not be able to keep up, so occasionally a chapter is delayed. By the way, I will sort out some previous chapters. I remember that there seemed to be a chapter where the names were written together, but I couldn’t remember which one it was.
Which chapter, I have to look for it.
Some friends said that this book is not original but has become fantasy.
I want to say that this book is originally fantasy, but the first part is about primitive tribes, but the second part is not. It should be content that you have never seen before.
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