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Chapter 257 Culture is coming
The West Wind River estuary...

Two peninsulas extend out on both sides of the river mouth, surrounding the entire Xifeng River estuary and forming a natural harbor.

A hidden village is located in this bay.

All the buildings in the village are built based on "trees". For example, a super huge tree was hollowed out and turned into a tree house. I don’t know what kind of magic technology was used, but the tree will not die even after being hollowed out, and it is still growing vigorously.

Another example is a thatched house built on tree branches, or two trees arched together to form a natural shelter from wind and rain.

Because of this, this village is even more hidden than the Catman Village built by Zhang Jingyi using later technology. If you look from a distance, you can't tell that these trees actually form a village.

Of course, if a magician opens the [Eye of True Vision] to look at it, he will see that this natural village is filled with magic circles.

Various defensive magic circles surrounded the Tree Village, all of which were extremely powerful advanced magic circles.

There are also several wells in the village, forming the shape of the moon, and the crystal clear mana water ripples in the moon wells.

There is a small meeting room in the middle of the largest tree in the village.

At this moment, a large group of elves were sitting in the conference room with serious expressions.

The old elf lady sat in the middle, and behind her were eight dragon hawk archer girls who had gone with her to visit Gilneas town.

Opposite her, sitting around the table, were the important figures of the clan.

A middle-aged male elf who was over 400 years old spoke up, "Respected Lady Sasa Lisa Wind Whisper, under your leadership, we have spent hundreds of years here in peace. Now you suddenly ask us to leave the village and interact more with humans. Please forgive me for not being able to understand the meaning of your order."

A middle-aged female elf who was about 500 years old also spoke up: "Humans are greedy and selfish. For a little bit of petty profit, they will even cruelly kill their own kind. The human world is always full of wars and betrayals. It is beneficial for us to contact such a race."

"Yes! Humans are not trustworthy. Self-interest runs in their blood." Another old elf spoke up, "Sister, I hope you can consider this carefully."

The old elf lady, Sasa Lisa Fengyu, listened to the protests of her people for a long time without saying a word. After a long while, she suddenly said, "The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being able to be together, but knowing that true love is invincible but pretending not to care... The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow from the same root but cannot rely on each other in the wind..."

Everyone was slightly stunned when they heard this.

An old elf said, "Master Fengyu, why are you reciting poetry all of a sudden? Oh! I have to say, your poem is so beautiful. I only listened to two short passages, but I was deeply moved by it."

The old lady said in a deep voice: "This is a poem written by a human! It was written by the self-interested human that you look down upon, despise and despise."

"what?"

The elves were all shocked.

The old lady said, "This time, I took eight dragon eagle shooters to the town of Gilneas. In that small town, sub-human races such as humans, werewolves, dwarves, and tauren live together. Their technology is already very advanced."

"I had a chat with a human prophet, who told me that when humans solve the problem of survival, they will work towards culture and art. As you just heard, that is the artistic power that will burst out after humans solve the problem of survival."

The elves' expressions suddenly became serious.

Grandma: "On the way back from Gilneas, I kept thinking, if we continue to stay closed off, hiding in the forest, and not communicating with the outside world, how long can the wisdom of our elves stay ahead of the outside races? How long can the culture and art that our elves are so proud of stay ahead of the outside races?"

Everyone: "..."

The old lady sighed deeply: "Art comes from life, and we have lived in the forest for a long time. Our way of life is monotonous and boring. A thousand years ago, when our predecessors and the brave men joined forces to fight against the Demon King's army, they created many excellent poems, novels, and paintings. In the past few hundred years, do you have any outstanding works?" Everyone was silent again...

Yes!

A thousand years ago, when the elves were still fighting against the demon king's army under the unity of the brave, everyone created a lot of good works, such as "The Demon King and the Brave", "The Song of the Dragon and the Sky", "The War Monk and He Ping", "The Sword and the Rose", "Willful Shark"...

Many of these works still seem to be extremely excellent today!

In the capital of the Magic Kingdom, there is still the "Willful Shark Bar", which is named after the poem written by the elves.

However, ever since they hid in the forest, life became dull and tedious. Hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye, and no one gave them any source of inspiration for creativity. During these hundreds of years, no one has produced a single word.

Not to mention writing poetry.

Grandma: "If this continues, our culture will be cut off and lost."

Everyone's face looked heavy and their breathing became heavy as well.

However, they still have concerns about agreeing to communicate with humans so easily.

Hundreds of years ago, the Kingdom of Knights and the Kingdom of Magic went to war, with the Desert Kingdom in the middle. The battle left corpses everywhere, and the cruelty and cunning of humans still make them feel terrified...

Just then, a sentry ran in and said, "The human ship has arrived. There is a black-haired man on board, named Zhang Jingyi. He said that Lord Fengyu invited him here, and that he has poetry and novels to give to us."

The old lady perked up: "Please ask him to come in."

Several elves who participated in the discussion stood up and said, "Master Fengyu, it's not a good idea to invite humans into the village like this."

"Yes, yes, humans might do something bad."

"I just can't accept humans."

Granny: "But you can accept the poetry collection! Wait and see what good things he brings."

A few minutes later...

A dragon eagle archer girl guided the boat that Zhang Jingyi was riding to the side of the elf village.

Zhang Jingyi smiled as he looked at the mysterious village and tree houses on the shore. There were so many beautiful tree houses. One or two elves' faces popped out from the windows of each tree house. The young elves born in the elf village had never left the village and had never seen humans.

When they heard that humans were coming, they all leaned against the windows and looked at Zhang Jingyi with curious eyes.

To them, humans are also very rare creatures.

Zhang Jingyi smiled at them, and suddenly took out a guitar and pretended to play it, but in fact he secretly turned on the portable speaker on the boat: "Everybody, let's have fun together!"

After saying this, the music from the speakers also floated out at the same time: "Ai yai yai...Ai yai yai...Where's my samurai..."

Batterfly is a hit song of the generation! It has a cheerful rhythm and is a song for young people. Let’s go!

(End of this chapter)