001 A strange thing in the Long River tribe

Sirius plane calendar, the fourth era, the eleventh lunar calendar, the 72nd lunar calendar, 2013.

The rare heat in a hundred years has made the long river tribes in the depths of the continent seem to burn even the soil.

In the center of the only square in the tribe, on the high platform built by black osmanthus wood, twelve elders who looked like they were about to die were divided into two rows, lazily lying in the ice bamboo lounge chair.

The top of them is a huge and bright soul disk, shining brilliantly in the sun.

"Next, Mo Jian!"

A teenager in coarse linen came out of the crowd with a blank face. His steps are very heavy and steady, and even the posture of shaking his hands is meticulous, giving life a strange feeling of one step at a time.

His bright eyes always look straight ahead, flat and firm.

Mo Jian stepped on the stage and pressed his palm on the soul disk.

The soul disk trembles up and down, twists left and right, and the smooth disk gradually becomes a person's mouth and face, with a strange tone:

"Well... Let me look for such a strange soul, it's rare... Is it one? Or not at all? Oh... it really gave me a problem. It seems that even the soul power attributes are chaotic, sometimes nothing, which is incredible..."

Then, the soul disk fell into a long silence.

"No way? Six years ago, Mo worked hard to have six soul lines. At that time, he really came out of the limelight in the tribe. Unfortunately, other people's soul lines are growing, but the hard-working soul lines are decreasing year by year.

"He can't even find the soul line!"

"What a vision from the sky, what amazing talent, in fact, is a broom star that causes disaster!"

The sarcastic talk spread unscrupulously.

The soul disk, which seemed to have been difficult for a long time, finally made a final ruling: "The soul line is zero, the soul power has no attributes, and the qualification... It's not even inferior! If I'm not mistaken!"

"Hum..."

There are no more taboos in all kinds of talk, like a swarm of wasps being released.

"Haha... I heard it right, there is a guy with zero soul line in the world!"

I heard that this guy got up before dawn every day six years ago and didn't go to bed until midnight. In addition to eating and drinking, the only thing he did was archery! Don't work hard, you are really hard-working!"

What's the use of shooting arrows? If you go out to find a job and pour water on a plate, you have to take a flying skill. Go to work in a blacksmith's shop, at least one forger. Even if the tribe rewards him with land, he has to be a first-class grower. Not to mention those high-end chamber of commerce pawnshops, without the double certificates of a rune master and a elixir pharmacist, they are not birds! Stupid pig, you know how to shoot arrows and then archery every day!"

Mo Jian was still expressionless. In the harsh sarcasm, he didn't even frown and stepped down step by step.

The seven elders on the stage looked at the already strong figure of the teenager and sighed imperceptiblely, with a trace of intolerance in his eyes.

"Next, Cai Xiliu!"

The bright girl came out proudly with her hands behind her back and chest straight.

The buttocks are plump. Round and straight, mid-convex, large and wide outside, soft and not abrupt, is a typical double-leaf ganoderma buttocks.

The big red leather trousers are tight, and the big red vest is also tight. Coupled with the tall figure, straight long legs, the waist is particularly slender. The converged waist curve and the suddenly external hip curvature immediately produce a strong contrast with complementary effects.

Especially between Nana's walking, the wonderful buttocks that reflect each other from left to right, and the slightly trembling waves are like two large magnets, which closely attract the attention of almost everyone.

A 19-year-old girl has such a proud figure and such a charming face. Coupled with his extraordinary identity, peace rarely appears, and I don't know how many people in the tribe secretly admire him.

The teenagers stared at the shadow of the model on the stage.

Mo Jian stood at the end of the crowd, holding a black-horned bow that had been sleeping in his hand for six years. Staring at Cai Xiliu's swaying buttocks, his eyes showed a faint red light, and there seemed to be a small fire dragon swimming in his body.

"Wo!"

At this time, a black arrow, like a black light, crossed the air and made a buzzing sound, shooting at many teenagers who secretly thought about it and touched their charming buttocks fiercely.

Mo Jian's face changed.

When the black arrow was less than three feet behind him, Cai Xiliu had eyes like his back, suddenly turned around, stretched out his snow-white hand, and accurately grabbed the black arrow.

Holding the black arrow for a moment, Cai Xiliu looked at Mo Jian with a smile and did not say anything.

"FUCK!"

The twelve elders on the stage got up in shock. The elder flashed, grabbed Mo Jian, threw him on the high platform fiercely, and scolded angrily, "Mo Jian, how can you assassinate the third princess!"

Mo Jian's hair was bitter, and he loosened his severe back after falling. He slowly raised his head and said nothing.

Black arrows are only used by the whole tribe, and they happen to be shot from their own angle. In the eyes of the public, who will believe if it is wronged?

The teenagers under the stage became angry, only knowing that the waste of archery did not work hard and dared to hurt the goddess in their hearts. More importantly, the goddess is the third princess of the eight royal palaces. If she is damaged, it will be enough to bring great disaster to the Long River tribe.

"How dare you assassinate the third princess! Don't work hard to kill! Burn him with the criminal law of the tribe!"

"Exvict this foreign wild species from the tribe and let him starve to death outside."

And in the dark, the long young man looked coldly at Mo Jian, who was arrested, with a trace of pride in his eyes, and secretly said, "Don't work hard, get out of the tribe! I'd like to see how the immortal seven elders can save you this time!"

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At the end of the soul-testing ceremony, Mo Jian was temporarily imprisoned in the prison room of the tribe. What was waiting for him would be the ruling of the elders.

The ancestral hall is a symbol of the long history of the tribe, and is naturally the most magnificent building of the Changhe tribe.

A large stone with a radius of one meter piled up this huge house 30 meters high. Entering inside, slight footsteps will cause few echoes, empty and solemn. The ranks of the ancestors were neatly placed on the tall mahogany table, surrounded by incense.

At least a thousand years ago, tables and chairs made of good black osmanthus wood were still very well preserved. Twelve chairs were arranged on both sides of the long table like a line.

Twelve elders are sitting in danger. Major events in the tribe are always judged by the elders themselves.

The elder with thin eyelids: "We must explain this matter to the third princess and even the eight royal palaces! Otherwise, the Eight Kings can't bear the consequences.

"Kill it!"

"Mo Jian is a son with great talent and low qualifications. For the first time in more than a hundred years, I have seen ghosts that have practiced for six years and have zero soul lines. It is useless to stay in the tribe. It is a waste of food. It's better to punish with the most severe torture to calm the anger of the third princess.

Listening to the angry roar of the elders, the seven elders hurriedly said, "You, Mo Jian and the third princess have never known each other. There is no reason to have evil intentions. I'm afraid there are still some inside information!"

The elder sneered. Mo Jian has brought so many disasters for the clan. Even if there is a real inside story, he is too lazy to investigate. It is the best opportunity to get rid of him. He snorted coldly, "Inside? What else can I do if so many people see it with their own eyes? Lao Qi, are you bullying everyone?

The elders sneered and were full of anger.

The seven elders hurriedly said, "Even if this happened, the third princess was not hurt and did not cause disaster. Mo Jian's vision fell from the sky when the child was born, and he must be a great person in the future! Today's incident can be punished, but it must not hurt its life and avoid God's punishment!"

The elder sneered and said, "You have been talking about the vision from the sky. What kind of vision is it? You never say it. We have never seen it! No one knows whether there is a vision or not! But I know that if you don't give an explanation to the third princess, the tribe is likely to suffer!"

On the monary continent on the Sirius plane, there are large and small forces. The royal palace is the best among all forces. But the tribe is a symbol of poverty and weakness.

The three princesses of the Eight Kings Mansion came to the Changhe tribe and studied here for a year. For the whole tribe, it is not only a glory, but also a heavy responsibility.

"What a vision from the sky? It won't be Lao Qi's illegitimate son outside, deliberately fabricated for fear of being punished by the tribe!"

The seven elders must show off and angrily scolded, "How can you spray people with blood!"

"Can I understand that you are guilty?"

The elder looked at it for a while and said lightly, " Stop, don't talk about these things here. Lao Qi, if you say the vision of those years, if it's really a little mysterious, let it go this time, otherwise, you can only kill it!"

The seven elders gritted their teeth. Although 16 years have passed, the strange scene is still as clear as yesterday...

But...you can't say it!

The elder said coldly, "Can't you say it?"

The seven elders said hurriedly, "Have you forgotten? On the night when Mo Jian entered the tribe, a sweet rain fell from the sky and a rich rain brought a bumper harvest to the tribe's food!"

Seeing the elders meditating slightly, the seven elders hit the railway while it was hot: "When he was three years old, it coincided with the great drought. It was he who pointed out the water source and dug a deep well. Now it is still gushing water, making the tribe not afraid of the year of drought."

"When he was seven years old, he recognized that the narcissus mutation was poisonous and inedible, saving hundreds of lives!"

"When he was ten years old, he gave birth to six soul lines, and even the soul disk said it was rare in a thousand years..."

"Shut up!" The elder angrily interrupted the words of the seven elders and said harshly, "How can you pick up the disasters he brought and the bad things he did? Why didn't you mention a word?"