The two went up to the second floor and saw that it was empty inside except for a painting hanging on the left wall and a futon placed three feet below the painting. It seems that this old man is really only meditating on the second floor, but what does that painting mean?
Cheng Ling looked up and saw the back of a person in the painting, with his face turned sideways, with only one third of his face exposed. Viewed from the back, the man in the painting is wearing a coarse cloth jacket unique to the Blue Mountain tribe. He is strong and imposing. He is obviously not a simple figure.
The old man waited for him to look at it for a moment before he said: "The person in the painting is the first chief of the Blue Mountain tribe, and his name is Lanshan. I don't know which generation of his descendants he is. Speaking of which, little Friend, I haven’t asked you your name so far, so it’s Lan Feng’s.”
Cheng Ling secretly thought that the old man's name was Lan Feng. He then said: "Cheng Ling, the old man is polite."
"Cheng Ling, what a name!" Lan Feng praised, and continued: "The Demon Spirit Continent is very vast, with Demon Spirit Plain as the center, and tribes of various sizes spread out in all directions, and the strength of the tribes gradually expands outward with Demon Spirit Plain as the center. weaken."
Lan Feng said as he led Cheng Ling to the portrait. When he got closer, he lifted up the portrait. There was a hidden grid on the wall on the back. The dark grid was hollow, and there was a rotating axis-like object inside. He reached in, grabbed the wheel and turned it clockwise.
"Kaka"
Following a few soft sounds, the ground on the second floor suddenly began to sink. After a moment, a sandbox-like object appeared in front of him. Within it, you can have a panoramic view of mountains, rivers, plains and hills, and among them are tiny flags, some of which shine with an extremely weak red light.
Cheng Ling was secretly stunned. This skill alone was not simple. The person who built this continent model perfectly displayed all the scenes on the land. The mountains are rugged and steep, the rivers are flowing, and the hills are undulating, each one is lifelike. Only the middle part of the model, surrounded by mountains, is empty, as if a piece is missing.
Lan Feng said: "This is the treasure left by the Blue Mountain tribe. This map was originally complete, but after countless thousands of years, the area in the middle disappeared mysteriously and can never be found again."
"Look at the four shining red flags outside the mountain circle. They represent the four most powerful tribes on the Demon Spirit Continent. They are the Red Flame Tribe, the Iron Wing Tribe, the Sword Tiger Tribe, and the Canglang Tribe."
"Look at the green flags on the outside, there are more than twenty, they are the strongest after the four major tribes; there are also blue flags, at least a hundred, they are considered second-rate tribes; look at the cyan flags and purple flags. …..”
Lan Feng salivated as he introduced the tribes one by one, and there were no less than tens of thousands of them. Moreover, on this model, an area is covered under each flag, which represents the sphere of influence of a certain tribe.
Cheng Ling was secretly frightened that the model could achieve this level. Even the high-tech methods on Earth were no more than this, or even slightly inferior. At least they could not reflect the vitality of the continent.
After talking for a full hour, Lan Feng stopped.
Cheng Ling asked in surprise: "Old man, where is our Blue Mountain tribe? Where is it?"
Lan Feng blushed and pointed to a black flag at the edge of the model near the desert and said, "Well, look, this is our Blue Mountain Tribe."
Cheng Ling almost fainted. The black flag was as big as a grain of rice, and it was obviously different from the flags originally on it. It was probably added by Lan Feng later.
He sneered and said: "Old man, you are such a carefree leader! The territory is almost comparable to a grain of sand. This small area is adjacent to the desert. There is no advantage of the terrain and there are not enough aborigines. You let How can I help revitalize!”
Lan Feng said sarcastically: "Actually, it's not that bad. The Blue Mountain tribe is adjacent to the desert. This is a disadvantage, but it is also an advantage. At least it will not be remembered by other tribes. The enemy is in the light, and we are in the dark. We can take action by surprise, even if If you fail, there is still a way out: the desert!"
Cheng Ling was completely speechless. What were these words? We are already at the edge of the desert, and we are still thinking about the desert as an escape route. There are more than a thousand people, no food, no water. Let’s see how long you can survive.
He frowned and stared at the distribution of tribal forces on the model, thinking hard and feeling worried...!
After a long time, Cheng Ling asked: "Old man, according to your opinion, to what extent can we consider revitalizing the Blue Mountain Tribe?"
Lan Feng perked up and said: "Little friend Cheng Ling, you must have noticed that it is not easy to create this model. This is the hard work of several generations of the Blue Mountain tribe. In fact, the tribe has also been glorious. Originally There are five super tribes in the Demon Spirit Continent, and our Blue Mountain Tribe is one of them."
"It is a pity that in the hundreds of years since then, several clan leaders have died unexpectedly, and no outstanding descendants have emerged. The power of the tribe has plummeted. Over time, it has naturally been coveted by major forces, and they have robbed resources. Until six generations before me, the tribe fell into decline. At the edge of the desert, there are less than 5,000 indigenous people left in the tribe.”
"It has gradually withered over the past few hundred years, and it has become what you see. My goal is to return to the top and become one of the five major forces. But I know that this is difficult, so I hope that my little friend will at least It can help reach the level of a first-class tribe.”
After hearing this, Cheng Ling couldn't believe his ears. This is not very demanding. The first-class tribe is second only to the four major tribes. How many indigenous people are needed and how much land needs to be controlled. Isn’t this old man crazy because of his disappointment?
He said flatly: "I can't do this, so I'll say goodbye now. We have great mountains and rivers, and we don't need to see each other again in this life!"
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Lan Feng hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed his arm and said, "Little friend, wait a minute. Don't leave in a hurry. How about you listen to my opinion?"
Cheng Ling said angrily: "What else do you have to say? Such lofty goals are simply impossible. We'd better hire someone else!"
Lan Feng said with a smile: "That's not what I said. Naturally, the goal must be set higher, and the dream must be there. What if it comes true? Furthermore, even if you discount it and become a second-rate tribe or a third-rate tribe, I will not be able to do it in this life. No regrets!”
Cheng Ling almost laughed out of anger at him. This old man, even saying such words, was really a man. He couldn't help but asked curiously: "Old man, how old are you?"
Lan Feng sighed: "I have already lived for a century. If my realm cannot be improved, I will only live for more than thirty years. My only wish in this life is to lead the people of the Blue Mountain Tribe into the center of the Demon Spirit Continent and let them see it." See the world beyond the desert!”
This old man is good at sensationalism! Not to mention, Cheng Ling was really moved for a few seconds. He turned around again, his eyes returned to the model, staring at the location of the Blue Mountain Tribe, unable to say a word for a long time!
Lan Feng stood beside him, holding his breath for fear of disturbing his train of thought. The space on the second floor is so eerily quiet that you can hear flies laying eggs and mosquitoes farting!
After half an hour passed, Lan Feng's legs almost went numb. Cheng Ling then spoke up and said: "Old man, you are actually right. This desert can indeed do some good writing. As long as the writing is done well, let alone the second-rate tribe, the Blue Mountain Tribe can double its strength and have many people under its command." Tens of thousands of Aboriginal people can still do it!”
Lan Feng's face lit up and he quickly asked: "What's the plan?"
"Don't worry, I have a few things to ask you for advice."
After saying that, Cheng Ling took out the kitchen knife from his arms and asked, "Who made this knife?"
Lan Feng was stunned, but he didn't dare not answer, so he said: "This is just an ordinary kitchen knife, and it is very old. It looks like it was made by Lu Ping's grandfather."
"Who is Lu Ping? Is his grandfather still alive?"
"Lu Ping is the blacksmith in the tribe, responsible for forging bows and arrows. His grandfather passed away more than 20 years ago."
Cheng Ling secretly lamented that it was a pity, and then asked: "He is responsible for forging bows and arrows, so his ability to forge weapons is about the same as his grandfather?"
"A little bit worse, but not much different."
"Okay, call him here immediately!"
Lan Feng was confused and didn't know what Cheng Ling's finding of a blacksmith had to do with the revitalization of the tribe. But since the other party had said that, he had no choice but to walk to the window and shout towards the courtyard: "Sancai, go and find Lu Ping!"
"Yes, clan leader!" A seventeen- or eighteen-year-old guard agreed and trotted out.
Lan Feng turned around and came back, and finally couldn't help but asked curiously: "Little friend, what do you think of calling Lu Ping over?"
Cheng Ling said calmly: "If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his tools! Have you seen this kitchen knife?"
Lan Feng nodded blankly.
With a "clang" sound, Cheng Ling pulled out the Han Light Sword, put it together with the kitchen knife, and said, "Look at the sword in my hand. How does it compare with the kitchen knife?"
Lan Feng observed carefully for a moment and said: "Both are very sharp and can be used to kill enemies!"
"Isn't that the end? A master with such forging skills has turned his pearls into dust. Just imagine, if more than a thousand warriors of the Blue Mountain tribe all hold such sharp weapons, wouldn't they be more confident against the enemy?"
"Come on! Why didn't I think of that!" Lan Feng slapped his thigh and said excitedly. But soon, he became depressed again and said: "But we only have one blacksmith, Lu Ping, and the materials we need are not enough!"
"One blacksmith is not enough to teach, so that the indigenous people with low combat effectiveness can learn. As for the materials, it is even simpler. Don't you want to revitalize the Blue Mountain Tribe? Then war is indispensable. We will attack wherever the materials for forging weapons are produced. !”
Lan Feng's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that the fog in front of him had dispersed a lot. Cheng Ling's ideas are wild and unconstrained, and they are really unfounded. If every warrior could be equipped with such a sharp weapon, he believed that he could win even if he faced a tribe with twice the number of people!
"Foreign object assistance is only one of them; secondly, our fundamental goal is to enhance the combat power of the warriors in the clan. I saw you fighting demon spirits before, not only using bows and arrows, but also soaking them in some green liquid. That's What’s the reason?”
"Oh! That is a drug unique to our Blue Mountain tribe. This drug can not only corrode the physical bodies of demon spirits and humans, but is also difficult to get rid of. Once contaminated, unless you can find the antidote, you will definitely die!"
Cheng Ling's eyes lit up. Could this be the poison that almost killed Zhang Chu?
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