If it were on Earth, when the starry sky was bright at night, Yang Cheng could easily identify which one was Vega and which one was Altair.
But the night sky in this world is completely different from that on Earth.
Not only were there no Vega and Altair, but there were two moons, one big and one small, but Yang Cheng's idea of determining when the seasons changed was in vain.
Because after more than a month of observation, the two moons have not changed in terms of cloudy, sunny or waning, but their positions have changed a bit. They were far apart at the beginning and have become much closer.
But lying on the grass, surrounded by six beast-eared girls, Yang Cheng could only say something to attract their attention, otherwise the beast-eared girls would see his body react strangely, and then he would have to How to maintain the majesty of witches...
So Yang Cheng pointed at two stars in the sky that were very far apart but twinkling with almost bright light, faintly facing each other, and started making nonsense.
"...That day, the Grandmother God took a bone knife and slashed it fiercely in the sea of stars. In an instant, light flashed across the sky, and the power of the starry sky surged. Altair and Vega, which were originally close to each other, were immediately separated very far away. From now on, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can never embrace each other and can only look at each other from a distance across the vast sea of stars..."
The six beast-eared girls opened their big bright eyes, biting their little fingers, and listened carefully to Yang Cheng's adapted story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
After hearing this, I was not happy or happy.
"Grandma God is so bad!"
"Yes, they actually separated the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl!"
"Too bad, too bad..."
…
Several beast-eared girls were lying on the grass, beating their legs, condemning the abominable Goddess Grandmother.
Even the two bunny-eared girls, Ying and Tao, had red eyes, shed tears, and pouted their mouths, looking aggrieved.
At this time, Xing thought of something, hugged one of Yang Cheng's arms tightly, and asked worriedly: "Wu, do you think Grandma Tianshen will separate us? I don't want to, I don't want to be separated from Wu! "
"Well, Wu and I will never be separated!" Yan Lin echoed loudly.
"Me too!"
"Lulu too..."
Several other beast-eared girls also shouted.
Even the weak Xia approached Yang Cheng, grabbed a piece of his animal skin clothes, and said firmly: "Xia... Xia and Wu will never be separated..."
Yang Cheng's octopus-like body was spread out, with beast-eared girls all over it, and he could hardly breathe under the pressure.
He wanted to cry in his heart. He was provoking someone. If he had known it, he would not have told the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to the beast-eared girls.
However, Yang Cheng turned his head and looked at Xia who was blushing with embarrassment. He was a little confused. It was understandable that the other beast-eared girls hugged him. They were all witches and had this qualification, but Xia was just an ordinary tribesman...
Xia looked at Yang Cheng with doubtful eyes, and the blush on her face became even more intense. She wanted to let go, but in the end she firmly held on to the corner of Yang Cheng's animal skin clothes.
When Yan Lin and the other beast-eared ladies saw this scene, they looked at each other and nodded.
Because Yang Cheng was busy with the wall these days, they had not asked Xia to become a shrine maiden. Now was the time.
"Witch, will you let Xia become a witch?" Yan Lin was the first to ask.
As soon as she opened her mouth, other beast-eared girls immediately followed her and asked:
"Yes, witch, let Xia become a witch. Her body is too thin. Becoming a witch can eat more food!"
"Yes, after Xia becomes a miko, her body will be stronger and she can help witches do many things."
"That's right, after Xia becomes a miko, she won't get hot or sick..."
…
The beast-eared girls begged together, rubbing them in and out.
Yang Chengcheng only said one word, he nodded, "Okay!"
As soon as the words fell, the pleading voices of the beast-eared girls stopped immediately, and they all froze in place.
Wu just agreed so readily?
Shouldn't it take a long time before you agree?
"What, is there any problem?" Yang Cheng asked, a little confused by everyone's sudden silence.
In his plan, except for some old people who missed the age to awaken the power of the totem and were unable to awaken the power of the totem, the rest of the tribe would become totem warriors in the future.
After all, food is not a problem for the Qingque tribe, and the physical strength, endurance, and mobility of totem warriors are much stronger than those of ordinary tribesmen, so becoming a totem warrior is the best thing.
"Nothing, Wu..."
"That's fine. By the way, who of you just said that Xia was sick before and her whole body felt hot? Xia, what's going on?"
"It's nothing, Wu!"
"Really?"
"real!"
"Oh, all right."
…
the next day.
The sun rises slowly from the east and soon climbs all the way to the top of the head.
The Qingque tribe, which was already in full swing in the past, is still quiet now.
Most of the tribesmen who had been having fun all night were still sleeping, but there were a few who woke up and walked up to higher places to bask in the warm sunshine.
Looking at the wall they built with their own hands in the distance, I felt extremely satisfied and indescribably happy.
Once the body and mind that have been working hard for nearly a month are relaxed, the fatigue will rush over quickly like water.
Throughout the morning, the Qingque Tribe was quiet. In the afternoon, the Qingque Tribe began to make sounds of joy.
And after another hour, Yang Cheng opened his eyes sleepily.
Yang Cheng was so upset last night that he obviously underestimated the novelty of the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to primitive tribes.
Thanks to the word-of-mouth propaganda of the beast-eared girls, the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl soon spread throughout the Qingque tribe, which had only a small number of people.
Immediately, the tribesmen were excited for a while, and then they came to Yang Cheng and looked at him with pitiful eyes.
Yang Cheng had no choice but to tell them the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl again.
Then the nightmare begins...
The tribesmen who had never been exposed to the story burst out with great curiosity, and asked Yang Cheng various questions one by one.
For example, what kind of ferocious beast is the cow raised by the Cowherd? What is the cloth weaved by the Weaver Girl? Is a day in the sky really equivalent to a year on earth? What is the bone knife used by the Grandmother of the God made of? Obtained from a first-grade ferocious beast...
All kinds of strange questions like this made Yang Chengdu collapse.
After trying hard to persuade the tribesmen to rest, Yan Lin and the other beast-eared girls were told to lie down obediently and not to be disturbed. She fell asleep exhausted without even practicing her witchcraft power.
While waiting for him to sleep, everyone was still discussing quietly, and each of them felt that Yang Cheng was even more mysterious——
Witches can actually know things between gods!
