Chapter 2 Manqi

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This is an ordinary stone fragment, only the size of a baby's palm, which looks irregular. In addition to some natural lines, there is also a hollow hole, like a pendant.

But the whole thing doesn't look surprising. It looks very ordinary.

The only strange thing is that when Su Ming holds the fragments, he feels the warmth on it, as if there is a warmth flowing into the body, which makes people very comfortable.

"What?" Su Ming looked carefully, but after looking at it for a while, he didn't see any clue.

"I heard from Grandpa that it is said that this place used to be a place of fire very early. So, this thing may have some power of fire, so it makes people feel warm, but it's not bad." Su Ming untied the crescent bone ring hanging around his neck, put the fragment in, and hung it around his neck again. The fragment was close to his chest, which was warmer.

"I'm home!" The teenager strode and ran quickly to the place of light in the distance. At this moment, he didn't notice that a faint light flashed away from the stone fragments in his arms against his chest.

As it approached, in front of Su Ming's eyes, the faint lights gradually became clear, and it could be seen that it was a tribe surrounded by a wall made of many giant trees.

The scope is not large, and there are only a few hundred people living there, but in Su Ming's eyes, it makes him feel warm. There were also bursts of lively joy. From the cracks in the rows of giant wooden walls, you can see a huge bonfire in the center of the tribe, surrounded by many clans, and some women in the tribe were dancing to the bonfire.

The gate of the tribe is also composed of huge wood. When opened, it is often hung by several ropes. Now it is tightly closed, and there are several extremely burly men on it. They are wearing animal leather clothes, and their skin is extremely rough. There are white bone strings hanging around their necks, and there are bone rings on their ears, Staring around, when they saw Su Ming running from a distance, these big men grinned.

"Rasu, Grandpa has been looking for you for a day. Why did you come back?"

"It just rained. Did you go to grab the saliva again?"

"Is Grandpa looking for me? Throw down the rope, and the harvest is not bad this time. Su Ming ran a few steps quickly and came to the bottom of the gate. He proudly patted the basket behind him and shouted loudly.

With a rope hanging from a high place, Su Ming grabbed it and climbed flexibly. He climbed to the top of the gate with a few breaths. After seeing the people on the night, he smiled and walked down the stairs beside him.

"This little doll is flexible and bold. Many years ago, he dared to go to Wulong Mountain alone to collect medicine. It seems that he must be the general doctor in the tribe in the future."

"Unfortunately, he does not have a barbarian body, otherwise he may become a barbarian doctor like an arrogance." Several big men looked at Su Ming who had gone away and sighed slightly.

Su Ming entered the tribe and ran all the way. In the vegetation houses around him, people often shouted La Su kindly when they saw him.

The name Lasu is not just about him, but refers to all the children in the tribe who have not reached the second barbaric enlightenment.

Su Ming ran very fast. Before long, he came to the center of the tribe and saw a large number of people around the bonfire, laughing and laughing.

Outside the bonfire, there is a circle of burn-resistant wooden railings, on which there are many large pieces of oily meat that have been barbecued, emitting bursts of fragrance.

There are also several girls of the clan. After seeing Su Ming running, they glanced at him and didn't care much.

For this tribe, Su Ming, who has beautiful eyebrows, has a physical gap with other ethnic groups, and almost every ethnic group is much more burly than him.

I finally squeezed it out, grabbed a piece of fragrant barbecue, biting it, and ran forward quickly.

In the crowd, in the front of the crowd, there is the only old man wearing a thick sackcloth shirt, not the animal skin. The old man's hair is braided with a lot of braids, which looks extremely old, but his eyes are quite charming, which makes people look like they are about to be ingested.

His identity should be extremely noble, and he was whispering something. Several clansmen around him were accompanied, and he nodded while listening, looking extremely respectful.

Seeing Su Ming running from afar, the old man smiled and nodded, motioned Su Ming to sit aside and continue to talk to the people of those ethnic groups.

Those people also saw Su Ming, with smiles on their faces.

"Although my Wushan tribe is a small tribe, after all, it is the orthodox Wushan inheritance. This time, the Fengzhen tribe's birthday, and I have a friendship with him in those years. I can't be rude." The old man spoke slowly.

"It's a pity that our Wushan tribe was divided hundreds of years ago, and now it only continues the lower three veins. Otherwise, our Wushan tribe is also a medium-sized tribe. When I commanded the nearby eight directions, the Fengzhen tribe was also affiliated, but now... Alas." The speaker is a man of about 40 years old. He is the patriarch of the Wushan Department. His body is burly and seems to be full of amazing explosive power. The bone circle on his neck has nine teeth with thick fingers.

Especially on his face, there is a looming tattoo, which looks extremely ferocious, like a ghost, but very vague, as if it can never completely solidify.

Su Ming looked at the pattern with envy in his eyes. Through the roll of animal skin, Su Ming knew that it was an unformed barbarian pattern. In the whole tribe, no one now has the strength to draw a barbarian pattern to solidify it.

Even Grandpa is only in the ninth level of blood.

But even so, Agong has become a very strong man in many tribes near Wushan. Compared with it, only the other two veins are separated from the former clan tribes, the Black Mountain Department and the Oolong Department.

"What's the use of mentioning the past? Without the protection of the strong in the dust realm, it cannot become a medium-sized tribe. The death of the two ancestors of the dust realm in the Wushan tribe was the root cause of the final division.

Up to now, I have never been able to break through the ninth layer of blood clotting, not to reach the tenth layer, and even to reach the eleventh floor of the limit. I can't draw completely solidified barbaric lines, and it is difficult to open the dust..." The old man in coarse linen clothes sighed and said slowly.

"That's it. Go down and prepare gifts. Tomorrow... Shanhen, as the leader of the Wushan hunting team, you will lead the team out." The old man stood up and seemed to see a middle-aged man standing next to the patriarch of the Wushan tribe. He turned around and left here and walked into the distance.

The middle-aged man looked calm and immediately bowed when he heard this.

Su Ming quickly followed his father-in-law and left the noisy place of the bonfire.

The old man didn't say anything all the way, but just walked silently. After the joy behind him gradually faded away, he came to the outside of a grass-and-wood house and walked in.

The house is not big, and it is quite simple. After entering the house, the old man sat cross-legged aside and looked at Su Ming who followed.

"Are you going to pick oolong saliva again?"

At this moment, Su Ming was alone with the old man. He respected the grandfather who had seen him growing up. He put down the basket behind him. He 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 not to go... After all, it also belongs to the scope of Montenegro and Oolong.

This oolong saliva is useless to me. You can leave it yourself to nourish your body. The old man looked at Su Ming with a kind look.

Su Ming nodded and put away the small bottle. Over the years, he has drunk a lot of this thing, and it is for this reason that he has such a flexible body.

Over the years, my father-in-law has often made some medicinal soup for him, so that although he does not have a barbarian body, he is much better than ordinary people.

"There are still three days left, which is the time for your generation of Rasu Manqi in the clan. I remember that you have also reached the age of 16... You need to visit the barbarian." The old man looked at Su Ming and said slowly.

"The barbaric image of my Wushan tribe is inherited from the real Wushan tribe in those years. Although it is not the main image, it can't be compared with the barbaric image of the medium-sized tribe, but it is extremely powerful nearby."

Su Ming was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Don't go out these days, have a good rest, and go to Manqi with them in three days." The old man said and slowly closed his eyes.

Su Ming stood for a while, left silently with a basket, and walked to the grass and wooden house that belonged to him not far from here.

He will never forget that at the age of seven, he surrounded the barbarian statue with all the children of the same age in the tribe to carry out the scene of the first barbarian enlightenment.

As a barbarian, you need to go through two enlightenment-like rituals in your life. This is the enlightenment, one is seven years old and the other is sixteen years old.

At the same time, the grandfather of the tribe will also use the power of the barbarian statue to choose a person with a barbarian body at this time.

With a soft sigh, Su Ming's heart was bitter. He longed to become a barbarian. The description in the beast's leather scroll made him obsessed since he was a child, but the cruelty of reality. When he first visited the barbarian statue at the age of seven, it was clearly revealed that he did not have a barbarian body and

Barbarian, the foundation of the world, only when you become a barbarian can you laugh proudly above the nine days and become a real strong man!

From the animal skin scroll, Su Ming knew when he was a child that there are many tribes in the world, large and small, and each tribe has its own different barbaric images. This is the foundation of a tribe and a necessary thing to make future generations become barbarians.

Enlighten the barbarian image. If you can get induction, you can naturally get the inheritance of cultivation. You don't need to be taught by others, and you can practice by yourself.

But once he failed at the age of seven and sixteen, it means that everything can never be changed. Su Ming has been hesitant in his heart. When he didn't see the answer, he looked forward to it, but now it is only three days before the last enlightenment, but he is afraid.

"This time... can it be done..." Su Ming silently returned to his house, sat aside, and started to stay.

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