Chapter 5 Great Ambition

The sunset gradually sank into the sea, and the seabirds were dancing and singing in the golden sunset, and there was a hustle and bustle on the sea.

Shaoqiu sat alone on a towering reef, with a trace of sadness on his face. He rubbed his buttocks, but it was still hot pain. Kou Zhen's dead old man was really fierce. Alas, he still blamed himself for being weak and unable to practice fighting like Sang Mingyu and others. Like Sang Mingyu, he is a few months younger than himself, but his martial arts are strong and his fighting ability is extremely strong. If this nine sticks are drawn on his body, I'm afraid it will be like tickling.

But... Shaoqiu looked at his thin body with hatred and sighed helplessly. Although his limbs are well-proportioned, he was born weak and unable to practice combat skills, so he can't be a warrior praised by everyone, and naturally can't join the hunter's camp. Not to mention hunting Hao Yi, he can't even kill a docile Lu Shu.

In the Kongsang tribe where everyone is an excellent hunter, there is no doubt that he is a waste that needs others to feed. He can only build a canoe to cast a net in the sea to fish and be a fisherman that teenagers disdain.

In the rumbling sound of the sea, there was a young man's noise from the empty mulberry forest not far away, followed by a dull beast roar, and the wild bloodthirsty sensation shocked people.

"Is Ming Yu about to succeed?" Shaoqiu thought sully.

After being beaten, Shaoqiu was carried home, and Ai Sang also came back with him dejectedly, which told him that Sang Mingyu was going to perform the coming-of-age ceremony today.

Shaoqiu regretted in his heart that Sang Mingyu was his good friend. He said early that he would go to the empty mulberry forest to witness the whole process of his coming-of-age ceremony today. Unexpectedly, he got up in the morning and looked at his companions practicing fighting skills on the beach. Suddenly, he was extremely bored, so he was addicted to alcohol and quietly hid to the witch god. He stole wine from the tree in the hall, but he was unconsciously drunk.

"I can't say goodbye to Mingyu. At least I'm going to welcome him triumphantly, right?"

Shaoqiu thought for a moment. Despite the opposition of his parents, after Ai Sang left, he quietly got up, climbed up the towering reef, looked at the direction of the empty mulberry forest from afar, and waited for Sang Mingyu to hunt Hao Yi's triumphantly.

I thought it would take Sang Mingyu at least three or five days to find Hao Yi, but he didn't expect that in just one afternoon, the teenager outside Lin shouted wildly. It turned out that Sang Mingyu actually found Hao Yi and began a fierce fight. Hearing the news, the good teenagers in the clan entered the empty mulberry forest to cheer for Sang Mingyu.

Shaoqiu's blood is boiling. For a while, he clenched his fist to cheer for Sang Mingyu in the empty mulberry forest. For a while, he complained about himself and couldn't help curling his mouth at his thin arms and legs.

"Shaoqiu...Shaoqiu..." Outside the empty mulberry forest, a girl's crisp voice came from afar.

Shaoqiu turned around in astonishment. In the cyan mulberry forest, a girl in a green silk dress ran out excitedly. A smile flashed across Shaoqiu's face and waved his hand from afar: "Aissan, I'm here!"

Aissan's running speed is extremely fast, the green silk clothes flashed a few flashes in the mulberry forest, and the slender figure has appeared on the beach. Shaoqiu looked at her figure infatuatedly. Ai Sang had just changed into a brand-new silk dress in the afternoon. The soft and smooth silk clothes reflected her soft and snow-white skin, and she looked more and more delicate, just like heaven and man.

There is no shortage of silk in Kongsang Island. Since three or four hundred years ago, the imperial concubine of the Yellow Emperor invented the art of raising silkworms and treating silk, and then drew silk and woven it into a soft and smooth cloth. This magical silk cloth became popular throughout the Pangu continent. All tribes began to raise silkworms and treat silk, saying goodbye to tree bark. The clothes made of hemp thread, brown silk and animal skin happily put on the silk clothes given by the gods. Even some tribes that have been fighting for generations have to put down their swords in order to trade silk cloth with each other. Although Kongsang Island hangs overseas, there are pieces of mulberry trees on the island, so the art of raising silkworms and treating silk is developed. The silk cloth produced every year is transported to the Jintian tribe on the edge of the continent in large numbers with more than 30 coastal tribes in the territory of the tribe to exchange various necessities.

However, most ordinary people wear robes made of brown thread, hemp, Ge and other fabrics. Only Kongsang Island, which is rich in silk, and the clan family on Kongsang Island can afford to wear this kind of luxurious silk clothes.

Shaoqiu looked at it obsessively. In a moment, Ai Sang had run to the rock reef, looked up and smiled, "Shaoqiu, what are you doing here alone? Be careful of the waves and get you involved in the sea.

Shaoqiu smiled bitterly and said to himself, "Although I'm incompetent, I'm not scared by the waves." But in the face of the smiling Ai Sang, his complaints turned into tenderness. He smiled faintly and said, "Waiting for Mingyu to triumph. I can't enter the forest of empty mulberry. If I'm not here, where can I be?"

Ai Sang's eyes flashed, sighed silently, climbed up the rock reef two feet high, sat down side by side with him, put his hands on his knees, and said, "I was beaten in the morning. Does it still hurt now?"

"It doesn't hurt for a long time!" Shaoqiu laughed and patted his buttocks casually. He couldn't help taking a cold breath and reluctantly laughed, "Although my physique is poor, it's still no problem to get eight or nine sticks."

Ai Sang covered his mouth and smiled and said with a serious look, "Shaoqiu, you can't climb to the tree to steal wine in the future."

"Of course not." Shaoqiu said righteously, "Since it has been found, this method doesn't work!" Go back and think about other ways."

"You..." Asang said hatefully, "Can't you quit? If you are caught again, Lord Wu Xie will never let you go so easily.

"Abstinence from alcohol?" Shaoqiu was stunned and smashed his lips, as if he was recalling the taste of the wine, which made Ai Sang look thin and angry. After touching for a long time, he shouted at each other, "Well, I really remember what you said!"

"What?" Assange said.

Shaoqiu's face was full of excitement, his hands and feet danced, and shouted, "I'm the first person on this island to be addicted to alcohol! Aha, they drink wine once a year, and I drink wine twice in three days. Who can match it? Uh-huh, um, I'm the last one in hunting, the last in combat, and the wine I've drunk is really the first!"

"You..." Aesang looked helpless with a depressed face, "You should be more ambitious!"

"Oh?" Shao Qiuqi said, "What's your ambition?"

Ai Sang said with a serious look, "Shaoqiu, my father often teaches me that fighting skills are nothing more than an external force. Those who are good at fighting do not win with strength, those who win are powerful, and those who win are strong. For example, our great priest, Lord Wu Xie, does not understand martial arts at all, but she is sympathetic, appreciates everything in the world, and wins the respect of the people.