Every evening, someone comes to take away the weapons or talismans blessed by Elder Ling. Elder Ling doesn't care about anything. He doesn't even look at them too much. His eyes are always focused on the unfinished talismans.
That day, Uncle Zhang brought several people over to invite Elder Ling. Elder Ling pointed his hand and said, "Ask her to help me."
Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "She doesn't know anything. What can she do? Isn't this causing trouble for you?"
Elder Ling became angry, "I just like it, what do you want to do!"
"I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you." Uncle Zhang quickly apologized and thought to himself, this man had never even spoken to Elder Ling, so why did he suddenly win his favor? I couldn't help but pay attention to it.
Then he said, "The amount this time is a bit large, so it's okay if you take your time, but do you think you can draw more high-level symbols? This will make fighting pirates more exciting."
"Listen to me or listen to you. If you have the ability, go ahead and draw it yourself!"
Zhan Changfeng looked at Uncle Zhang's almost green face and found it funny. This old man knew how to use his advantage.
"What you have to do, don't hang around here, I'm bothered." Elder Ling led her and the young man into a large workshop, while the others were left outside.
This is a shipbuilding workshop, with lumber and other materials piled all over the floor, and there are several unfinished ship frames lying there.
There was a large, completed ship parked on the relatively empty ground in the middle.
Elder Ling walked onto the boat with a pen, but Liang Yu stopped Zhan Changfeng, "Don't go there. This old man hates people getting in his way when he is drawing talismans. We can just watch here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Ling shouted at the top of his lungs, "Come here and bring me the ink!"
Liang Yu's face turned a little green this time.
I didn't quite understand what was said between Elder Ling and Uncle Zhang before, but I understood it all when I saw this ship.
It turned out that Elder Ling was asked to give the ship a blessing talisman.
Elder Ling started drawing the runes from the deck. He held a pen in one hand and lifted his sleeves and robes in the other hand. He completed the strokes in one stroke, and his skills were even more subtle than what he showed in the greenhouse.
After he finished drawing an independent part of the runes, he asked, "How?"
This time Zhan Changfeng praised it without hesitation, "It's very good."
Elder Ling, "Want to learn?"
"In no mood."
Elder Ling was furious, blowing his beard and glaring, "You've been staring at me for more than ten days, and you actually told me that you don't want to, so why the hell are you looking at me!"
To be honest, the young man was moved when he saw his concentration without impurities when he was making the talisman.
As a result, he took the initiative to speak, and in exchange for saying no, Elder Ling felt that his heart that finally had the intention to accept a disciple was smashed back.
Elder Ling was particularly unhappy. He ignored Zhan Changfeng with a stinky face and continued to draw the talisman himself.
Zhan Changfeng showed a smile, "I admire the senior's focus on the talisman, but it's a pity."
"What's a pity?"
"You are sick."
Elder Ling made a mistake and the whole talisman collapsed, "What the hell are you sick about?"
"Senior, is your spirit often excited, your brain tired, you dream a lot and you lose your temper, and sometimes you feel flustered, short of breath, drowsy and have difficulty falling asleep?"
Elder Ling felt that he could no longer draw and sneered, "I didn't expect that you are still a medical student. No wonder you don't like me."
This kind of sneer after the whole person calms down is like being suppressed to the extreme after being poked at something. It explodes once it reaches the edge.
Zhan Changfeng seemed not to notice his nervousness, "With all due respect, senior, this is caused by psychological symptoms, which is also called heart disease."
Hearing his heartache, Elder Ling suddenly became calm, truly calm. He dipped his pen in ink and continued to draw talismans.
"In fact, heart disease can also be cured."
Elder Ling sneered again, "Can you also cure heart diseases?"
"No," Zhan Changfeng looked at him, "I can cure hidden diseases caused by fire."
Elder Ling made a mistake, and the entire rune collapsed again. He laughed, "How crazy, do you know who slapped this palm, the Supreme Master of Divine Power!"
"Just because you can cure hidden illnesses caused by supernatural powers, you're just thinking!"
"But don't you also believe that I can heal?" Zhan Changfeng said with a smile, "But it's true that I can't cure you now. Firstly, I didn't bring acupuncture, and secondly, I don't save people."
She didn't care about Elder Ling's expression, "Senior, you can reserve a seat with me first. Farewell, I have to find a ship to leave this island."
Reserve a spot?
Not saving people?
Is this a curse to kill him?
Elder Ling's mood was complicated, and his head also hurt. A scorching dark fire shot up over his body, burning his mind like it did day and night.
Uncle Zhang and others seemed to pay special attention to Elder Ling, or that ship, and were still guarding it outside.
Seeing Zhan Changfeng coming out, Uncle Zhang's eyebrows twitched. Thinking of Liang Yu's words, he secretly thought that Elder Ling really liked her and even asked her to follow him.
Liang Yu was forced upon him by their kind words.
"Little friend Feng has a bright future. He can win the favor of Elder Ling." Uncle Zhang was very happy for her, but he changed his words and said, "I wonder if you like our Bai tribe. If you are willing, our Bai tribe will You are sincerely invited to join.”
"You are really making things difficult for me," Zhan Changfeng said in a cold and slightly hoarse voice, "I'm not familiar with your tribe, and I don't even know where it is. I'm talking about whether to join or not. I'll leave in a few days when I get a boat. ."
Uncle Zhang smiled happily when he heard this, and did not mention letting her join. He said, "If you want to leave, don't be in a hurry. I will find a few people to help you build a boat. During this period, our tribe's triennial grand gathering will begin. You come and have fun too.”
"That's fine."
It's high in the sky at night, and the strong wind has ended and it's quiet. Looking out the window, you will see the light of torches passing by from time to time.
After these days, she had a general understanding of the situation on the island.
There are two tribes living next to each other on the Broken Star Islands. The White Tribe is one of them, and there is a Black Tribe next to it.
The two tribes believe in the mountain god together, but there seems to be some life-and-death hatred between the two tribes, and they don't like to see each other.
There are only two reasons that can lead to the two tribes meeting each other.
One is to fight pirates together, and the other is to worship mountain gods together.
The so-called grand ceremony should be related to sacrifice.
Although there are many beliefs in the world, it is not uncommon to offer sacrifices to mountain gods, but most of them are for peace of mind. Surprisingly, there are indeed traces of the blessing of power on the bodies of the Bai tribe people.
In other words, this mountain god is really giving them power.
Those who have this ability include Shinto totems, incense monks, and the supreme power of absorbing the power of faith.
Because it was just some residual traces of power blessing, she couldn't draw any specific information from it.
Waiting until tonight, Zhan Changfeng finally decided to explore the real Bai tribe.
She is now located on the outskirts of the White Tribe, close to the coastline, and is inhabited by strong White Tribe people, which is equivalent to a military defense line against pirates.
The Bai tribe people live deep in dense forests.
She found the location of the White Tribe through the birds, avoiding the sentries and heading inward.
The buildings of the Bai tribe are mostly made of wood, with eaves shaped like horns. Compared with the camps on the coast, the real tribal gathering places are obviously more life-like. There are several large pots in front of the rows of houses, and ethnic symbols can be seen everywhere.
However, there is nothing noteworthy, like an ordinary tribe.
She walked along with the darkness and calmly walked through most of the white tribe, finally locking her eyes on a relatively large room. When she glanced at it with her consciousness, she found that there was no one inside.
