This convoy is specifically responsible for the exchange of materials between the Ruyao tribe and other tribes. According to what I mean, according to the closest large tribe of the Ruyao tribe, it is separated from Ruyao by more than half of the desert. It takes three months for them to come back and forth.
Zhan Changfeng saw at a glance that the materials they exchanged were nothing more than food and weapons, and they looked like they were from ancient times.
After another five days, we finally saw a small oasis. The houses in the oasis were neat and simple. After the joyful horn sounded, people from each family rushed to tell each other and gathered on the road. At the front stood a man and a woman. The old people, with totems covering their faces, looked a little strange.
The leader of the motorcade got out of the car within a hundred steps, ran to the two old men, and said with joy, "Elder Wu Ling, we are back!"
"Thank you for the hard work on the road." The old woman nodded and signaled that everyone could go and collect the supplies.
Zhan Changfeng saw that the two old men were cultivating the three-line totem. If they cultivated it perfectly, their strength would be around the level of foundation building. However, if they only practiced one totem technique, it would be too simple.
She walked into the oasis and saw a small temple, which contained a totem pole and a Buddhist statue.
The only totem on the totem pole is the totem practiced by the Ruyao tribe. As for this statue, judging from the name, it looks like an emperor.
Zhan Changfeng didn't stand in the temple for long before Ruyao's witch spirit led all the tribesmen to pay homage, holding the exchanged grain in their hands.
Everyone's face was very pious, and they sincerely thanked the Sun King for his gift.
Zhan Changfeng was noncommittal about the customs here. His consciousness enveloped the oasis, but he found that the people following the convoy took the things he had exchanged and entered some dilapidated houses beside the oasis.
Judging from the chats of the convoy guards, it was speculated that those people were also from the Ruyao tribe, but because they did not cultivate totems, they became inferiors. They called them dirty villains with dirty minds.
Zhan Changfeng felt that he might have thought wrong. Compared with the power of the totem, they seemed to care more about the symbolic meaning of the totem, and regarded the totem as an honor, just like some men and women who were superficial believers in mortal Buddhism who wore beads and Buddha statues on their bodies at all times. , occasionally compare which master has enlightened it.
Objectively speaking, it is unwise to use a totem to judge whether one's mind is pure. The most important thing in communicating a totem is the Dharma skills and understanding of this power. Only if the totem is a god totem can one add the item of faith and piety.
For example, she became the holder of the Hell Pattern because of the Hell Divine Eye. She can directly remove the weapons, armor, mad battles and other divine totems from the Hell Divine Pattern and give them to those who believe in her. At this time, she is equivalent to Hell, and believing in her means believing. The divine power of hell can naturally communicate totem skills faster.
Once she dies, hell will die in the hearts of believers, and the divine totem will be ineffective unless the next hell-eyed person appears to bring the power of hell back to the world.
But natural divine patterns and natural totems will always exist in this world. If you have the corresponding method and can understand this natural power, you can practice it forever.
The Ruyao tribe worships a natural totem, but worships a person. In this case, it can only be said that someone is using the totem to gain faith.
Zhan Changfeng did not stay in the temple for long, because if this Sun King really existed and practiced the way of faith, he could see everything here through the enshrined statues.
When she left the oasis, she suddenly felt that the reincarnation of the mirror was here. Does that mean the second level was nearby?
Zhan Changfeng followed his intuition to a dilapidated residential area outside the oasis and walked down the steep loess slope.
A small river flowing from the oasis gradually dried up here, forming a shallow lake. Several people squatted on the bank of sparse weeds to wash clothes.
Well, there is also a bath.
The three or four-year-old baby was sitting in a wooden bucket, which was placed in shallow water. It was screaming and slapping the water. It looked very happy. This annoyed the woman who was giving her a bath. The woman had a delicate appearance and a body like a weak willow. It has a bit of the softness of the misty and rainy countryside, which is completely different from the strong and dark desert people. Except for those rough hands.
"Don't make trouble." Mu Qingwan smiled angrily and tapped the child's forehead, wiping away the water splashed on his face.
"Tsk, look at that orphan and widowed mother."
"With such a weak body, sooner or later I won't be able to survive."
"Didn't you say that Mu Qiang fell in love with her?"
"Tch, even the nobles in the oasis want her, so why would she go with a low-class person like us?"
"She is not a low-class person herself, she is pretending to be noble."
"I really don't know what they see in her. How can I have the honor to give birth to a bastard who doesn't know who she is?"
The people living in this shabby area were already despised by the mainstream, and now they are also ostracized and envied by the same low-class people. Mirror's current life is another misery, which was inherited from his mother to himself.
Zhan Changfeng cast his eyes on the reincarnation of the mirror, and the doll suddenly looked up, pointed at her excitedly and shouted, "Liger!"
"Xiaobao, what are you pointing at? There are no lions or tigers here." Mu Qingwan followed her direction and looked over. She saw nothing, but her heart felt a little numb.
"A liger with white hair! I want a liger!" the doll said happily.
Gray hair?
Mu Qingwan suddenly thought of the person dug out of the sand on the road, who also had white hair. She didn't think much about it at the time. It was not unusual for someone to have a childish face and gray hair. What was strange was that she walked easily and swiftly during the second half of the journey. She opened her backpack and took a look. , the khaki cloth that was given out is in the backpack again.
Could it be possible, could it be that she encountered something weird again and is following her now?
Mu Qingwan hurriedly picked up her daughter and wrapped her up, then ran home with the barrel as if running away. She locked the door tightly and used a big log to support it.
Zhan Changfeng felt a little weird when he saw the reincarnation of the mirror lying on the woman's body without forgetting to smile at him.
She could hear that she was not calling Liger, but Master.
The two of them had negotiated. The mirror led her to the imperial path, and she led the mirror to the path of cultivation. The reincarnation of the mirror now calls her master. Is this what he wants her to do secretly?
It just so happened that she wanted to find someone to ask about the situation in this world, so she might as well go over and find out.
Zhan Changfeng walked to the well-kept cabin. What's the point of keeping the door closed in broad daylight? As she thought, the latch fell off and the log fell to the ground, scaring Mu Qingwan into a corner.
"No matter who you are, please leave immediately!" She protected her daughter with one hand and held the wooden stick tightly with the other, staring at the wide open door and shouted.
To her horror, the door closed again.
"Are you still there?"
"exist."
! ! !
Zhan Changfeng appeared and said politely, "Don't be afraid, I'm just a man with some means. I came here for the daughter this time. Coincidentally, I encountered an accident on the way, and Mrs. Xing came to help."
After hearing this, Mu Qingwan's eyes trembled and she was even more frightened. She was silent for a while and whispered, "Bao'er is tired. Can I put her in the house first?"
"Please."
Mu Qingwan glanced at her for a second, lowered her eyebrows and carried the child into the back room, and gently put her on the crib, "Are you happy to see her?"
The child laughed stupidly.
Mu Qingwan said to herself feebly, "Why can you see her? She said she came here for you?"
Is that so?
Mu Qingwan covered her face and sat quietly for a moment, quietly wiped away her tears, walked out of the inner room and closed the door.
"Would you like some water?" She politely poured two glasses of water and asked people to sit down.
"Thank you."
She looked at Zhan Changfeng, but she didn't expect that she would actually take the water bowl and sit down. This person looked like he was made of the jade bones of the God of Wind. Yu Zun had lowered his dignity to her humble place, but he accepted it all with grace.
Mu Qingwan's mood was complicated, and her eyes were even more complicated, which made Zhan Changfeng think that she had come by mistake.
Zhan Changfeng was about to get into the topic and ask about the situation in this world when he heard her say tenaciously and plaintively, "Tell me, who is Bao'er's father?"
"Um?"
"Can't I even know who her father is!"
Zhan Changfeng looked at Mu Qingwan who suddenly started crying, ""
It seems like we really came in the wrong place. How does she know who her father is?
