I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

After listening to a lesson, Mu Feng led Benboba and Da Huyou out of the classroom and went outside.

Mu Feng smiled and asked, "How is it?"

He knew that Benboba must understand.

Of course he understood what Benboba meant.

With written records, people in the entire tribe will remember, what they wrote is the same, and what they remember is even more the same in the bottom of their hearts.

Benbo Ba looked solemn and asked: "With your method, can everyone remember one person?"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Benboba shook his head: "Your name needs to be connected with three words, no one will remember you if you are separated!"

Mu Feng laughed loudly and shook his head: "But what if these three words appeared in the book? Just like my Da Jiang’s "Da Jiang Lu", I write my name on the first page of Da Jiang’s book. .

In the future, regardless of ten generations, hundred generations, or thousands of generations, as long as someone can still see "Da Jiang Lu", even if I am gone, Da Jiang is gone, and Da Jiang Lu will still be there, people will remember me! "

"Thousands of generations!" Benboba looked moved and shouted, "How can you guarantee that they can remember for so long!"

His voice was visibly trembling.

Obviously, what tribe is powerful, what no one is invincible, is not as attractive as he is remembered for generations!

Mu Feng squinted his eyes and suppressed his joy in his heart.

He knew, he guessed it right.

This rusher is really a "lunatic"!

What he pursues is not the fact that the tribe is strong, nor is it that the tribe is moved by him, but is remembered.

As for whether it is a long-lasting life or a stinking relic for thousands of years, it seems to him that he doesn't care very much-such a lunatic doesn't care at all!

It is not surprising for such a person to pursue such a thing as anyone in history, but in the current era, it is definitely an advanced consciousness!

It can be said that Benboba is a person who naturally wants people to hang him on the wall!

What he pursues is famous in history!

Now that he has determined what he wants, the next step is to see how he fudges, no, it is to persuade him.

For a moment, Mu Feng looked solemn and cleared his throat and said, "I've been remembered forever. If you change to other things, other tribes will not be able to achieve your idea.

And the only one who can achieve your idea is my big ginger! "

As he said, he clenched his fist and waved fiercely in the air, adding momentum and persuasiveness to his words.

Sure enough, Benboba's expression also became serious, and then he asked.

Mu Feng caught a glimpse of it, and if he didn't see it, he looked solemnly: "As you saw just now, something that Jiang's young children can learn and remember is called characters. As long as they learn, characters can be passed on from generation to generation.

These words can be recorded in the book in my hand, can be carved on the wall, can be cast on gold.

Books can be passed down from generation to generation, and the walls can be seen by generations of people. Goldware, you know, can be called immortal!

As long as the gold is there, the words on it are there! "

With that said, Mu Feng handed Benboba a copy of Da Jiang Lu. The first page opened was the three words "Jian Mu Feng" under Da Jiang Lu—just as Benbo Ba saw in the classroom. Words.

Then he drew out the golden knife he was carrying with him, with the word "big ginger" on the handle.

Mu Feng smiled and explained: "Look, the word'big ginger' is engraved on this knife, which means that this is my big ginger's gold object.

Just imagine, if the three words "Benboba" are engraved on this golden knife, wouldn't everyone who sees it know that this is your personal belongings, and others are holding it in their hands. Do you want to think of you running tyrant in the bottom of my heart?

Even if he doesn't speak and holds a golden knife, how can he bypass you and run Boba?

Just like Dalixi going to the Hanhai Desert, Zhange Mountain cannot be bypassed.

If you want to go south, you can’t get around the Mobei grassland! "

Benboba's eyes lit up.

Mu Feng continued: "In Dajiang, I not only let everyone remember a person's name, but also let them remember what you did, as if they saw it with their own eyes!

Imagine if you were standing in the water and sighed "Time flies so fast", I also wrote it for you in the book. Will future generations sigh like this when they are near the water's edge, even Someone would like to add a special sentence, "Before Benboba also said such a sentence"! "

Benboba's eyes widened, as if being opened a window, a door leading to a new world!

He exclaimed: "Even if I do something like this, how can you be sure they will be able to see it?"

Mu Feng smiled slightly, and raised the book in Yang Yang's hand: "I will write down what you have done in the book, and I will open classes at Dajiang School, just like Dajiang's current writing and arithmetic classes, called history!

Every member of my Dajiang tribe has to learn history since he was a child. There was a man named Benboba in history. The tribe knew all the important things he did.

Imagine what you did, the great Jiang people in Longcheng knew, the people in the Longcheng who went south would know, and the people in the Blue Bird City, the Great City, the Goshawk City and even the Mobei Grassland and the Longevity Grassland even further away would know it!

Not only will I let them know, but I will also remember it through the exam.

It will even give rewards to those who imitate you for doing great things to the tribe, let them take the initiative to do what you have done, and say what you have said! "

Benboba was breathing fast, staring at Mu Feng, as if to verify whether Mu Feng's words were true or false.

Mu Feng smiled slightly, and continued: "All you can think of is to make people remember your name.

In my opinion, it is not enough!

I want future generations to remember not only my Jiang Mufeng’s name, but also what I did!

I also want to let future generations, whether they are from my Dajiang tribe or from other tribes, as long as they mention me Jiang Mufeng, they will know who I am!

Even when I mentioned Jiang Mufeng, I thought of ‘big ginger’, and I had to be in awe.

When they came to Longcheng, walked through Baishuyuan, crossed Wanzhangyuan, arrived at Mobei grassland, and even climbed to Zhange Mountain, which is further west, they would think that these places are the places I have been to Jiang Mufeng!

All future generations are proud to imitate my Jiang Mufeng!

Think about it, at this point, will anyone forget you? "

Benboba was short of breath and clenched his fists.

Obviously, what Mu Feng said is entirely possible!

Because Da Jiang's writing and unique school can do this.

His voice was deep: "You mean, as long as I am in Dajiang and do great things with you, I will be recorded and become what you said-history?"

"Not bad!" Mu Feng said, "Now, I have more than 100,000 people in Dajiang, and more than a dozen cities, all of whom have to learn. These people are all people who must remember to make great contributions to Dajiang.

The next generation, the next generation, and the next few generations will remember what our generation has done! "

His voice was as profound as the sky, echoing in Benboba's ears: "You think about it, there are so many people in Da Jiang now, what about the future?

If Dajiang can smooth out all directions and make all the people of the Changsheng Grassland become Dajiang’s tribe, you must also learn Dajiang’s words, learn Dajiang’s history, and remember your past deeds in the past, what would it be like? ? "

Benboba shivered with excitement, and sickly excitement appeared on his entire face.

That's right, it's morbid excitement!

He trembled all over, jumped to Mu Feng in one step, and his voice trembled with excitement: "You mean, people in the longevity grassland and people from all directions have to remember what I have done? "

Mu Feng nodded: "Not bad!"

After a pause, he said again: "In addition to the grasslands of five directions and eight parts, there is a black bear part to the north, and a golden crow part to the east, which will all become my ginger's territory.

Benboba, think about it again, one day, wherever the sun is, wherever the moon is, mountains, grasslands, dense forests, rivers, and seas will all be my **** territory.

Where there are people, you are remembering your rush, and they are talking about what you have done. What should you do? "

"Okay, okay, okay!" Benboba trembled violently with excitement, trembling like sifting chaff all over.

From the side, it looks like a patient with epilepsy is sick.

Da Huyou originally listened to Mu Feng's words with enthusiasm, but now exclaimed: "Brother, brother, what's wrong with him? Isn't he sick?"

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, he's fine!"

Sure enough, after Benboba trembled violently for a while, he finally stabilized his mind.

He tried his best to restrain his emotions and stared at Mu Feng: "Can you really do it?"

Mu Feng smiled and said: "With my current strength, even if he really fights with five parties and eight parts, he may not lose.

And my cavalry and weapons, you should know their power!

I think you should be very clear that even without you, I can still slaughter the rest of your Shaoli tribe.

It's just that my **** warrior has swung his sword a few more times! "

Benboba was silent.

Obviously, although Mu Feng's statement is exaggerated, he didn't count the possible losses of Da Jiang.

But he knew that as long as Mu Feng wanted to do it, who in Shaoli's tribe would definitely be killed.

People in all directions will die.

It's nothing more than the difference between more dead people and fewer dead people!

Benboba's expression changes, and his heart is at war between heaven and man.

Obviously, he is struggling, he is making a decision!

The old **** Mu Feng was there, waiting for him to speak for a while.

In the end, Benboba finally breathed a sigh of relief, staring at Mu Feng and said: "Can you guarantee to write down my name and the things I did in Da Jiang's history book?"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "What's so difficult about this? Just write a few more words.

But you have to know that history records what happened. If you do it, I will let the people remember it. If you don't do it, you won't remember it! "

After a pause, Mu Feng stood still again, looking up at the sky forty-five degrees, his voice was lonely, but full of temptation: "Well, you know, the history that only one person is remembered is lonely!"

He actually wanted to say "invincible".

But invincibility is loneliness, loneliness is invincibility, but the mood is even worse.

Runboba was stunned.

He didn't understand this sentence.

But Mu Feng soon let him understand.

Because the next moment the wooden wind **** stick is possessed, standing sideways in the sun, bowing his head and rushing towards Boba to send out an invitation: "So, Benboba, are you willing to follow me to make Da Jiang stronger?"

But from the perspective of Benboba, looking up at the wood wind bathed in sunlight, like a **** descending to the earth, the voice is full of temptation.

He could no longer suppress the true thoughts in his heart, and said loudly: "I do!"

In the sun, Mu Feng grinned and laughed...