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Chapter 3 Man Qi
This is an ordinary stone fragment, only the size of a baby's palm, irregular in shape. In addition to some seemingly natural veins, there is also a small hollow hole on it, like a pendant.
But overall there is nothing surprising about it, it looks very ordinary.
The only strange thing was that when Su Ming held the fragment, he felt warmth on it, as if a warmth flowed into his body, which made him very comfortable.
"Huh?" Su Ming looked carefully, but after looking for a long time, he couldn't see any clues.
"I heard my grandpa mention it. It is said that this place was once a land of fire barbarians in the early days. From this point of view, this object may have some fire barbarian power, so it makes people feel warm, which is not bad." Su Ming He untied the crescent bone ring hanging around his neck, put the piece in, and hung it around his neck again. The piece was close to his chest, and the warmth became stronger.
"Go home!" The young man took long strides and ran quickly towards the land of lights in the distance. At this moment, he did not notice that there was a faint light on the stone fragments in his arms and close to his chest. Gone.
As it approached, the faint light gradually became clear in front of Su Ming's eyes, and he could see that it was a tribe surrounded by walls made of many giant trees.
The area is not big, only a few hundred people live there, but in Su Ming's eyes, this place makes him feel warm.Faintly, there were bursts of lively cheers coming out. From the gaps in the rows of giant wooden walls, one could see a huge bonfire in the center of the tribe, surrounded by many tribesmen, and some tribes woman dancing in front of the bonfire.
The gate of the tribe is also made of giant wood. When it is opened, it is often hung up by a few ropes. Now it is tightly closed. There are several extremely burly men on it, wearing animal skin clothes, extremely rough skin, and hanging around their necks. They were wearing strings of white bones and had bone rings on their ears, full of toughness. They stared at the surroundings with bright eyes. When they saw Su Ming running in the distance, these big men all grinned.
"Rasu, grandpa has been looking for you for a day, why did you come back?"
"It just started raining. Have you gone to grab the saliva again?"
"Grandpa, are you looking for me? Throw down the rope. The harvest this time is not bad." Su Ming ran a few steps and came to the bottom of the gate. He patted the basket behind him proudly and shouted loudly.
As a braided rope hung down from a high place, Su Ming grabbed it and climbed up nimbly. In a few breaths, he climbed to the top of the gate. He smiled when he saw the clan members who were keeping watch at night, and walked along the side. The stairs were about to go down.
"This little kid is flexible and very courageous. He dared to go to Wulong Mountain alone to collect medicine many years ago. It seems that he will definitely be the common doctor in the tribe in the future."
"It's a pity that he doesn't have a barbarian body. Otherwise, he might be able to become a barbarian doctor like Grandpa." Several big men looked at Su Ming walking away and sighed slightly.
Su Ming entered the tribe and ran all the way. People in the surrounding vegetation houses would often call out "Lasu" in good faith after seeing him.
The name Rasu doesn't refer to him only, but refers to all the children in the tribe who haven't made it to the second wild enlightenment.
Not far away, outside a tribe's animal skin tent, there was a little girl of five or six years old. She was looking at Su Ming, with a sweet and innocent smile on her young face. She held a slap in her arms. This little white beast looks very cute and docile, and looks like a white pom-pom.
"Brother Lasu, have you given Pippi something to eat?" The little girl giggled when she saw Su Ming.
"Tongtong, here you are." Su Ming laughed, ran up to take out a few berries from his bosom, and handed them to the little girl. Amidst the little girl's happy laughter, Su Ming came to the center of the tribe and saw A large number of tribesmen were surrounding the bonfire, laughing and laughing.
Outside the bonfire, there is a circle of fire-resistant wooden bars, on which there are many large pieces of meat that have been grilled and oily, emitting bursts of aroma.
There were several young girls from the tribe nearby. When they saw Su Ming running towards him, they all greeted him with a smile. For this tribe, there was a physical gap between Su Ming, who had delicate features, and other tribesmen. Almost every tribe member had Much bigger than him, even these girls are no exception.
After finally squeezing out, he grabbed a piece of fragrant barbecue, bit into it, and hurried forward.
Among the crowd, sitting directly in front, was an old man who was the only one wearing rough linen clothes instead of animal skins. This old man had many braids in his hair and looked extremely old, but his eyes were quite charming. One look at it, and it feels like you are about to be absorbed into it.
His status should be extremely noble, and he was talking in a low voice, surrounded by several clansmen, who nodded while listening, with extremely respectful expressions.
Seeing Su Ming running from a distance, the old man showed a smile on his face, nodded, motioned for Su Ming to sit aside, and continued talking with those clansmen.
Those tribesmen also saw Su Ming, with smiles on their faces.
"Although our Wushan tribe is a small tribe, we are the orthodox Wushan tribe after all. This time, the Fengzhen tribe's Barbarian is celebrating his birthday, and I had a relationship with him back then, so I can't be rude." The old man spoke slowly.
"It's a pity that our Wushan tribe split hundreds of years ago, and now only the lower three branches continue. Otherwise, our Wushan tribe is also a medium-sized tribe. When we ruled the surrounding areas, the Fengzhen tribe was also a subsidiary, but now...sigh." The person in question was a man in his forties, the clan leader of the Wushan Tribe. His body was burly and seemed to be filled with astonishing explosive power. The bone ring around his neck had teeth as thick as nine fingers.
Especially on his face, there is a looming pattern. The appearance of the pattern is extremely ferocious, like a ghost, but it is very blurry and never seems to be completely solidified.
Su Ming looked at the pattern with envy in his eyes. Through the roll of animal skin, Su Ming knew that it was a barbaric pattern that had not yet been formed. No one in the entire tribe had the strength to draw a barbaric pattern and solidify it.
Even grandpa is only on the ninth floor where the savage blood is condensed.
But even so, Grandpa has become an extremely powerful person among the many tribes near Wushan. The only ones that can be compared with him are the other two separate tribes of the same tribe in the past, the Black Mountain tribe and the Wulong tribe.
"What is the use of mentioning the past? Without the protection of the strong men of the Kaichen Realm, it is impossible to become a medium-sized tribe. The death of the two Kaichen Realm ancestors of the Wushan tribe was the source of the final split.
I have been practicing so far, but I still can't break through the ninth level of blood coagulation, can't reach the tenth level, let alone the eleventh level of the limit, can't draw completely solidified barbaric patterns, can't open the dust..." The man in rough linen clothes The old man sighed and said slowly.
"That's all, go down and prepare gifts. Tomorrow...Shan Hen, as the leader of the Wushan hunting team, you will lead the team to set off." The old man stood up and looked at the man standing next to the Wushan tribe leader. A middle-aged man turned around and left, walking towards the distance.
The middle-aged man looked calm, and after hearing this, he immediately bowed and said yes.
Su Ming quickly followed his grandfather and left the bustling place near the campfire together.
The old man didn't speak a word all the way, just walked silently. After the happy words behind him gradually faded away, he came to the outside of a house made of grass and trees and walked in.
The house was not big, and the inside was quite simple. After entering the house, the old man sat cross-legged and glanced at Su Ming who followed him.
"Going to pick black ambergris again?"
Now alone with the old man, Su Ming respected his grandfather who had watched him grow up. He put down the basket behind his back, picked up the small earthen bottle, and handed it to the old man.
"With your flexibility, those Oolongs can't hurt you, but it's better to go less often... After all, that place also belongs to the Montenegro Department and the Oolong Department.
This oolong saliva is of no use to me. You can keep it for yourself to nourish your body. "The old man looked at Su Ming with a kind expression.
Su Ming nodded, and put away the vial. Over the years, he drank a lot of it, and it is precisely because of this that he has such a flexible body.
Over the years, grandpa often made some medicinal soup for him, which made him much stronger than ordinary people even though he did not have the barbaric body.
"In three days, it's time for your generation in the clan to raise Su Manqi. I remember that you have reached 16 years old... and need to pay homage to the Man statue." The old man looked at Su Ming and said slowly.
"The wild statue of my Wushan tribe is inherited from the real Wushan tribe back then. Although it is not the main statue and cannot be compared with the wild statue of the medium-sized tribe, it is extremely powerful in the vicinity."
Su Ming was silent for another moment and nodded.
"Don't go out these days, take a good rest, and go to Manqi with them in three days." The old man said, slowly closing his eyes.
Su Ming stood for a long time, then silently left with the knitting basket, heading towards the grass and wood house that belonged to him not far from here.
He will never forget that when he was seven years old, he and all the children of the same age in the tribe circled the Man statue for the first Man initiation.
As a barbarian, he needs to go through two enlightenment-like ceremonies in his life. This is Manqi, one at the age of seven and one at the age of 16.
At the same time, the grandfather in the tribe will also use the power of the barbarian image to select people with barbaric bodies at this time.
With a sigh, Su Ming felt bitter in his heart. He longed to become a practicing barbarian. The descriptions of the scenes in the animal skin scroll had made him obsessed since he was a child. It was just the cruelty of reality that first appeared when he was seven years old. When he paid homage to the Man statue, it was clearly revealed that he did not possess the Man body and was not qualified to practice Man.
Barbarism is the foundation of the world. Only by becoming a barbarian can one be proud of the nine heavens and become a truly strong man!
From the animal skin scroll, Su Ming knew when he was a child that there were many tribes in the world, large and small, and each tribe had its own different barbarian images. This was the foundation of a tribe, and it was also necessary for future generations to become barbarians. things.
If you can gain induction by understanding the image of the barbarian, you can naturally obtain the inheritance of cultivating the barbarian. You don't need anyone to teach you, you can practice on your own.
But once he fails at the age of seven and 16, it means that everything can never be changed. Su Ming has been hesitant in his heart. He looked forward to it when he didn't see the answer. But now that it was only three days before the last enlightenment, he became afraid.
"This time... can it be done..." Su Ming returned to his house silently, sat aside, and stared blankly.
(End of this chapter)