Divine Mark

Chapter 4 The Return of the Patriarch
That evening, when the afterglow dyed the sky red.

Qing Yuntai led Huang Zong to the altar in the middle of the mountain. The others had obviously arrived, but the third elder was quietly standing aside with his hands behind his back, and the feeling of oppression during the day had subsided.

Due to the majesty of the third elder, the others didn't dare to ask more questions, so they could only stand in twos and threes from a distance and start whispering...

"Elder, when you finished training at noon, why did you let us come here in the evening?"

Qing Yuntai took a few steps forward and walked up to Su, asking curiously.

Su looked up at Qingyun Terrace, and said casually:
"The patriarch is back, and your chance has come."

"Oh, the old man is finally back, he's been away for half a month."

Hearing this, Qingyuntai inexplicably felt a little peace of mind and a little joy.

"Hugh is unreasonable. The patriarch is going to exchange for the tribe's necessities. There are many crises along the way. Only the strength of the patriarch can be sure to protect himself."

"Come on, that old man isn't even a Shenwen warrior, he has the strength of a hammer?"

Hearing this, Su frowned angrily, because he racked his brains and couldn't figure out what kind of temperament the usually majestic patriarch showed in front of this kid, so that this kid developed this kind of indifference and staring at him. Disrespectful attitude.

Every time Qingyuntai thought of the old man, he would shake his head and shake his head when he spoke, and he wanted to laugh when he was talking.He is obviously nothing, but he always likes to pretend to be inscrutable.

Qingyuntai clasped its fists at Su Gongjing, and simply slipped away, walking around, admiring the altar building.

The circular altar has a diameter of ten meters and a height of three to four meters. Nine steps of blue rocks lead directly to the stone pool at the top.

The bottom of the pool is full of grooves, which can guide the sacrificial animal blood into the dark and deep round hole in the center, and it is unknown where it will eventually flow.

Five thick stone pillars stand tall outside the altar, about seven or eight meters high. On the upper part, complex totems are painted with mineral pigments, which seem to be five kinds of desolate beasts.

Just as Qing Yuntai was about to study the details of these totems, he saw a group of three people appearing at the end of the square from the corner of his eye.

An old man in gray cloth, carrying a wooden scepter, walked briskly at the front. His graying hair looked radiant with the setting sun. This was the patriarch of the Shigang tribe——Zhao Yong.

Behind him, an old man with white hair and a little stoop was talking with the middle-aged man next to him.If you look closely, the two have similar stature and steps.The three walked steadily towards the altar
"Hey, the old man and the remaining two elders of the clan are also here."

Qingyuntai frowned, glanced at the thinnest middle-aged man in the distance, his eyeballs began to roll around, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
The vast majority of people in this tribe are friendly and supportive of Qingyuntai, but nothing is absolute. The second elder seems to have opposed the group of orphans brought back by the patriarch from the very beginning.

Under the influence of the leader, some people below the second elder also followed suit, using the righteous excuses of affecting the purity of the tribe's blood, spreading diseases, consuming the food of the tribe, and so on.

Inciting the tribe to reject these new orphans put a lot of pressure on the patriarch.In the end, except for a few children adopted by the tribe, the rest of these orphans were concentrated in an abandoned cave of the Shigang tribe.

Although the tribe gave a lot of food, and sent the tribe's only doctor, Aunt Jin, to help everyone.However, they still couldn't completely get rid of the hunger and pain, and the most important thing was that they couldn't get the understanding and friendly treatment of more tribesmen.

Qingyuntai came out of this group of orphans, and has always been quite upset and dissatisfied with it.

Because of this relationship, Qingyuntai was the first to be treated differently.He has made so many contributions to the tribe in the past year and a half, but in the eyes of this second elder, he has ulterior motives.

I can often vaguely hear some sarcasm and slander against Qingyuntai, and I have also used some methods against him secretly. This old man is quite insidious and shameless.

So every time I saw the second elder, Qingyuntai felt that something bad was about to happen, this guy was like a fly, disgusting.

While thinking, the patriarch and the two elders also stepped up the blue rock steps to the altar.Everyone around had already quieted down, and at this moment, the third elder Su was leading the crowd gathering behind him.

When the gray-clothed old man and the two elders behind him stepped on the last step, more than a dozen young warriors from the tribe shouted excitedly:
"Hi Patriarch!"

"Hello patriarch, hello three elders"

The old man holding a wooden scepter walked closer, and everyone saw his pale face, showing exhaustion.Ever since, these children lowered their heads and quietly and their companions boldly speculated about the dangers of the patriarch's long trip.

The scene started to get a little noisy.
Only Qing Yuntai pinched his chin, a little amazed.In his impression, this bad old man is very healthy and strong. Back then, he was carried to protect a group of children across the mountains to the Shigang tribe, and he didn't have the slightest breath or discomfort.

"Okay, okay, the old man is getting old, and his legs and feet are inconvenient. The children have been waiting for a long time."

The old man in front of him changed his usual seriousness, looked at the crowd with a smile, held a scepter in one hand, and pressed down with the other, beckoning everyone to be quiet.

Looking at the dozen or so energetic clansmen in front of him, Zhao Yong felt full of hope. The talents of these children in front of him were far beyond the past, plus the medicinal herb he got by accident this time.

Zhao Yong believes that in his lifetime, he will be able to witness the birth of the first Shenwen warrior from the Shigang tribe. At that time, this tribe with ancient blood will bid farewell to the lack of food and clothing, and embark on the road to return to glory.

"Second Elder, when will Captain Yang come? Don't keep the children waiting!"

Zhao Yong turned his head and asked the middle-aged man behind him: .

This thin, short, middle-aged man named Zhao Yi is the only blacksmith in the tribe.

Most of the metal objects and stone tools in the entire tribe come from Tielu, who is in charge of him. He ranks as the second elder of the tribe, and the adopted son is one of the two most powerful men in the tribe—Yang, who is quite popular in the hearts of the tribe. Status, there is no lack of supporters around.

Hearing this, Zhao Yi was not surprised, but instead had a look of pride on his face, and he tried his best to pretend to be indifferent and replied:

"Patriarch, Gouzi's "Weeping Blood Spear Technique" has made some achievements recently, and I am a little selfless in cultivation, please forgive me."

After saying this, Zhao Yi deliberately paused for a few seconds before continuing.

"However... since it was ordered by the patriarch, Yang should have obtained the medicine from Dr. Jin Wenyang long ago, so he is on his way."

After finishing speaking, the second elder, Zhao Yi, stood aside and said nothing.His eyes were full of complacency, and he glanced at the patriarch's back from time to time.

"In that case, it doesn't matter if we wait."

The Great Elder, who has always been known for his silence and elegance, rarely speaks.

The patriarch Zhao Yong nodded, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

As everyone knows, although the youngsters didn't understand what the third elder Zhao Yi said, it was serious.But Zhao Yong and the Great Elder were delighted and surprised when they heard this.

You must know that "Weeping Blood Spearmanship" is a first-grade martial art, usually a combat skill that can only be mastered by god-pattern warriors. The deeper one's comprehension of martial arts is, the smaller a martial arts realm is, the more powerful it will be.

As for the realm of Dacheng, only a very small number of people with outstanding martial arts talents and half-life energy can achieve it. Consummation is generally a realm that can only be achieved by the founders of martial arts.

Yang Xiu has been practicing "Weeping Blood Spear Technique" for many years, but he has never heard of any movement. This time, he should have successfully entered the threshold.Ordinary people have not opened up the sea of ​​gods, and cannot mobilize the continuous power of the gods, so they cannot display the true power of martial arts, but after they are cultivated, it will also be of qualitative help to their strength.

The reason why Su survived the attack of the Silver Lightning Wolf back then was largely due to the first-grade martial art "Black Wind Whip Technique" in Xiaocheng realm.

Even so, even if Su teamed up with several other members of the hunting team, they almost risked their lives, and they were lucky enough to severely injure that first-order desolate beast—the Silver Lightning Wolf, and protect the safety of dozens of other hunting members.

Usually, it is difficult to compete with the first-order desolate beasts if they have not reached the level of a god-pattern warrior.Therefore, the hunting captain mastered the first-grade martial arts, which is a blessing for the hunting team. It means that when encountering danger, the hunting captain can try to resist the invading Tier [-] desolate beasts and buy time for others to retreat.

The normal operation of the hunting team means that the tribe has a steady stream of food and resources, and the hunting team is the foundation for the development and growth of the tribe.If the hunting team suffers a major loss in the wilderness.

This would be devastating to a tribe settled in the wild.In order to avoid such a tragic situation, the hunting team was divided into two groups, and those who hunted in turn were not only for recuperation, but also just in case, to prevent being wiped out by wild beasts.

While waiting, the time passed by every minute and every second, and the sky gradually fell into darkness.
Although the patriarch Zhao Yong's face was still pale, he looked very calm, his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something...

On the other side of him, after a day of hard work, a dozen or so tribal teenagers were about to doze off while standing.

During this period, Elder Su took out a piece of rope from nowhere, and the end of the rope whirled in Su's hand. Once thrown out, it was accurately inserted into the top of a stone pillar around the altar.

Su grabbed the rope with one arm, leaped forward, stepped on the stone pillar vertically, and within a few steps, he had already climbed up. He took out a fire pocket from nowhere, and quickly ignited a raging fire.

Before the fire raged, Su's figure jumped onto the other stone pillars, his movements were the same as before...

After a while, five groups of huge flames burned violently, the flames flickered, the quaint altar was illuminated brightly, but the square in the distance was shrouded in hazy night, this scene looked different from Qingyuntai An indescribable sense of sacredness.

The other clansmen have long been familiar with the strangeness. The top of the stone pillar is hollowed out, and there are holes for drainage inside. A large amount of desolate animal fat is usually stored in it. Even if it rains, as long as it is not completely If soaked in water, it can burn.

All the children present were full of confusion and curiosity, but they could only wait patiently. The initial curiosity was gradually extinguished by fatigue and irritability.In front of so many people, Qing Yuntai was too embarrassed to bother the pale old man in front of him.

After half an hour.

At the end of the square, a tall black shadow leaped up from the stone stairs up the mountain, and finally landed firmly on the square.Although the movement was small, it still alarmed everyone, after all, some people looked in that direction from time to time.

The black shadow walked towards the altar quickly...

　Luobei's first book, please bear with me for its simplicity, it is guaranteed to be updated twice a day, I hope the audience's grandparents like it
　　
　
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