The feeling of being under guard was unpleasant. Looking at the tough women covered in gold armor outside the hospital, Baoxiang silently retracted his head, compared his arms, and found that the other's were actually thicker than his own. One lap.
Wu Gen took a sip of Feilu tea, wiped the tea stains on his mouth, and said viciously: "Go to bed, no matter what, first recuperate." He walked towards the house first.
Wu Gen somewhat understood the Ming clan's rude behavior. Whether it is human beings or other living things, in addition to survival, it is to continue the ethnic group. The so-called system, economy, war, etc., all serve this purpose.
What a terrifying thing it is for a race to be imprisoned in one place in disguise, and even the most basic reproduction and expansion of the race is restricted.
This means that this race has no room for maneuver. If it encounters a natural or man-made disaster, it is very likely that the entire race will be wiped out. This kind of survival mode without any redundancy is very dangerous in nature. It is no wonder that the other party is so interested in the foreigners passing by.
Looking back at the beginning of Wu Gen's imprisonment at the beginning of the mountain, the reason why the herdsman wanted to keep him was simply because there were too few people in the area, and the consequences of a small number of people were also disastrous. It's just that the herdsmen are weak and cannot forcefully stay like the Ming clan.
Then again, Wu Gen really didn't dare to imagine what the fate of himself and the others would be if they couldn't leave this place. Will he be like the stallion in the village market? After eating and drinking every day, he will work hard to expand the clan. Maybe it will be transferred to another place where other life clans live, day after day, and eventually die of exhaustion on a certain bed.
Thinking of this, Wu Gen's scalp felt numb, and he had nightmares all night long.
On the second day, three deacons came early with a group of women, preparing to invite guests to the church. The temple is the place where the Ming clan worships their ancestors, and it is also the place where the elders hold daily meetings.
Today, the elders of the Ming clan will officially meet with Wu Gen and his party, and the place will be in the temple.
When they left the courtyard, there were already people waiting outside, each holding a strange beast like a white deer in their hands. When Wu Gen and the other six rode up, under the leadership of four women, more than twenty riders rumbled forward, but they headed towards the depths of the forest.
Seeing people surrounding him everywhere, Shui Congyue's face was as gloomy as water, and veins popped out on his hands. How could he not be extremely angry when a dignified nobleman of the country was reduced to a prisoner-like existence.
Wu Gen urged his mount, stretched out his hand to pass the wine bottle on his waist, and smiled softly. Shui Congyue glanced at Wu Gen, calmed down some of the anger on his face, took a big gulp of wine, and his expression softened slightly.
After walking for an hour, a wide square appeared in front of them, and everyone stopped.
There are more than a dozen sailboats parked in the square. The boats are tall and look quite pleasing to the eye. Walking up the long stairs onto the boat, everyone couldn't help but secretly marvel. Several huge black obsidian objects stood on the ship, shining in the sunlight.
Everyone followed the three deacons to a circular cabin in the middle of the ship, and when they entered it, the first thing they saw was a round black obsidian in the center, inlaid on the deck of the ship.
The deacon motioned for the group to sit down as they pleased, "Everyone, the holy church is located on Sanzhen Mountain. It is still some distance away. Please sit still. There is tea available on the boat."
Wu Gen smiled and cupped his hands, "It doesn't matter, I just want to take this opportunity to enjoy the mountain scenery." Secretly, he poked the bridge guard in the ribs with his elbow.
The bridge team was stunned at first, but soon realized that they were watching every move of the three deacons.
The six of them had already reached a consensus last night. If the clan did not embarrass them, they would rest for a few days and leave as soon as possible. If you want to force a few people to stay here, you should first be coy and wait for an opportunity to escape.
If you want to escape, you must have a method. The ship in front of you looks good. It is just right for the bridge crew to record the opponent's operations in case they need to seize the ship. .
The three deacons walked up to the round obsidian and each stretched out a hand to press it on its surface.
Then, the deacon chanted an unknown tune. The song was ethereal and lonely, with a melodious melody without any words. It was like a trickling stream flowing into the hearts of Wu Gen and others.
For a moment, everyone was solemn and solemn. Even Baoxiang restrained his frivolity and sat down to listen quietly. In the quiet cabin, there is only the faint sound of music. With the singing
There was a sound, and the obsidian on the ship gradually shone. The hull trembled slightly, slowly rose into the air, and flew forward smoothly.
Wu Gen's face turned red from holding back. As the song sounded, the sound of waves loomed in the soul space, and he realized the sea without falling into a dream. In the divine court, the little spirit figure also stood in the air, looking up with a solemn face. Above the sea of consciousness, the water is rippling, and the whales swimming in it are singing in low tones.
Surprised, he turned to look at Shui Congyue and others. These people all had their eyes slightly closed, listening carefully to the music. When he saw Feng'er, Wu Gen couldn't help but be startled. His hands were firmly holding on to the hull of the boat, trembling slightly, and he was obviously deeply touched.
After a while, the sound of the song faded away, and the boat was flying smoothly. The group of people woke up from the trance just now and looked at each other with solemn expressions.
"Everyone, the elders in the hall were very happy to hear that the distinguished guests came from afar. They specially ordered me to accompany them to have a look around. Come, let's drink with these distinguished guests." Following the instructions of several deacons, money was collected from the cabin. Six stunning women walked out, all dressed in cool clothes, holding wooden trays with various kinds of wine and meat on them. They were sitting next to Wu Gen and others.
"Here we go, we're finally going to be punished." Baoxiang muttered from the side, coughed, and sat upright.
"Guest, let's have a glass of Hua Xia wine." The woman sitting next to Wu Gen poured a glass of wine, her eyebrows were affectionate, her body moved slightly closer, and she placed it in front of Wu Gen.
"Haha, easy to say." Smelling the fragrance of the woman, Wu Gen took the wine in his hand and glanced at Shui Congyue from the corner of his eyes. Now I'm afraid that if this man can't hold himself back for a while, he will get angry, and then he will ruin the pot.
Fortunately, Shui Congyue just sat upright, and her strong aura prevented the woman beside her from being too presumptuous.
Wu Gen felt relieved and drank the wine in one gulp.
"Would you like another drink?" came the delicate voice of the woman beside him. Half of her body was already leaning on Wu Gen, her cheeks were slightly rosy and her lips were as bright as fire.
"Intoxicating people are nothing more than drinking with flowers. Flowers are beauties and wine is sorrow. Come on, come on, change the bowls, pay tribute to the beauty, and drink this cup of wine with flowers." Wu Gen shouted loudly, changing two large bowls, and The woman beside him clinked a drink.
This was to rely on the drinker's ability to knock the person down in order to escape. Baoxiang and others understood this and all changed to larger bowls.
The deacon was slightly surprised, but did not stop them. He allowed several people to mess around, and the boat suddenly became noisy.
"Chaoci Baidi Caiyunjian, half a catty, two ounces, wait for a while, then drink."
"When you see injustice on the road, yell, if you don't drink, who will? Whatever happens to women, women have to drink too."
As the rude voices of Wu Gen and Baoxiang continued to sound, the women accompanying the wine had never seen this kind of attitude before. They usually just tasted it, but they had never seen such barbaric banditry. They were all a little overwhelmed, and after a while, they all collapsed to the ground.
Wu Gen blushed, staggered, stood up and walked to the side of the boat. In the distance, there are rolling mountains, lush green forests, and graceful white feathers.
A deacon walked up to Wu Gen and stood to the side, "The guest is very clever, but my little daughter is a bit more naive. How can she be a rival to the guest and show her disgrace."
"Where." Wu Gen turned around and chuckled, "Sister Deacon, I want to ask you something. Back then, there was a foreign man like us who stayed in the tribe for many days and didn't leave for some reason."
The deacon smiled lightly at Yan Yan and put his hands in his sleeves, "I don't want to leave."
"If you don't want to leave, you still can't leave." Wu Gen turned his head and looked directly at the other party.
"What do you think? It's hard to leave this gentle country."
"What if you are willing to leave."
The deacon did not answer, but pointed to the scenery in the distance, "Dear guest, the Great Relic Continent is vast, and various tribes coexist. The Ming tribe is weak, occupying a small area, with a small population, and is in danger of being destroyed at any time.
This land of thousands of miles is the thorny path of generations of ancestors of the Ming clan. They fought hard and fought fiercely before they were firmly in their hands, and they laid out such a large formation to protect the lives of the clan. Even so, powerful enemies are still watching. We will use whatever means we can to help our tribe avoid the fate of destruction and strengthen our tribe.
Besides, outsiders are here, they have fine clothes and fine food, they don’t have to do farming, they have soft jade in their arms, and they also have the clan’s secret techniques to practice, so why not do it. "As he said that, he turned his head and glanced meaningfully at Wu
through.
Wu Gen laughed loudly, "It's true that it's good to stay here with beautiful women and no worries about worldly affairs. But if some people just don't care about peace and happiness and want to travel around, can they? way."
The deacon shook his head slightly and said nothing.
Wu Gen felt cold in his heart and was speechless for a long time. Seeing that the atmosphere was getting dull, he suddenly said: "By the way, Butler, what is the origin of the black stone in this ship, which can actually drive the spacecraft. In addition, I can tell you why the tune the three of you just chanted is so weird."
"Oh, this." Hearing that he was asking about this, the deacon felt much more cheerful, "This is a sky crystal, a specialty of the Great Heritage Continent. It can absorb the essence of the sun, moon and stars, but it needs to be activated by soul music. . This is what the three of us just recited. It is said that in ancient times there was a kind of Tianxuan stone, which can not only absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, but also contain the power of living beings. However, this kind of strange stone has been mined out for many years. Not present in the world."
Looking at Wu Gen who was looking up and down around the sky crystal, the deacon chuckled and said: "As your distinguished guest can see, the Great Relic Continent is barren and has no spiritual energy or spiritual jade. If you want to drive some large objects, you can only use Sky crystals, these are the reasons why soul skills are everywhere in the Great Relic Continent. Sky crystals can be used many times, but their recovery is slow, often taking more than a hundred years, and can only be accelerated by secret methods.
"Can I keep using it?" Wu Gen raised his head and asked.
"No, those with better quality can be used repeatedly for more than a hundred times, and those with poor quality can be used more than ten times. Therefore, those who occupy the Tianjing Stone Vein must be from a large ethnic group in the Great Relic Continent, otherwise they will definitely not be able to hold it. This day's fine stone is like the spiritual jade used by the distinguished guest in his hometown, which can be used in the continent to purchase all kinds of needs. Fortunately, there is a line of stone veins hidden in the Sanzhen Mountain of our tribe, which is barely available for use. If the distinguished guest is interested, I would like to It’s up to you to give me a few dollars.”
"As long as I don't leave," Wu Gen looked at him teasingly.
"Why should your distinguished guest ask questions knowingly?" The deacon remained unhurried.
"Come on, we've almost seen the scenery, let's go to the church." Wu Gen stood up with a flick of his sleeves, but returned to his seat.
