As one of the few people in the Dara tribe who does not have spiritual beasts or even wild beast companions, Zhuma always has a deep sense of inferiority hidden in his heart.
Most of the Dala people are kind-hearted and will not ridicule them. However, the looks of sympathy and pity are still like sharp arrows, deeply piercing Zhuma's young heart.
Now that she finally got what she wanted, she returned home in fine clothes with a heroic spirit beast partner, feeling quite satisfied.
However, Zhuma still far underestimated the influence of the Golden Feather Dapeng.
When this huge, golden divine bird appeared in the village, the entire group exploded.
Almost all the Dala people who stayed in the village rushed outside, pointing and arguing around Zhuma and her new companions. The crowd was full of curiosity, excitement, envy, admiration and other emotions. The entire village was filled with emotions. The time was full of laughter and excitement.
For the first time in her life, Zhuma enjoyed star treatment like the stars holding the moon in her arms. While overjoyed, she couldn't help but feel infinite gratitude to Zhong Wensheng.
He is so powerful, why doesn't he want everyone to know?
"Zhuma, after you return home, if anyone asks, just say that you met the Golden Feather Dapeng by chance, and don't mention my name."
Recalling Zhong Wen's instructions to her, Zhuma was puzzled, but she still nodded obediently in agreement, but secretly made up her mind to keep Zhong Wen's kindness in her heart, and one day repay it with a spring of water.
The noise outside finally alerted the senior members of the clan who were discussing important matters.
The expressions on the faces of Patriarch Vegiert and his daughter, Elder Rogge, Chrollo and others when they saw Xiao Ming when they walked out of the meeting hall were also very wonderful, not much better than ordinary tribesmen.
"Little sister, is this, is this the legendary divine bird, the golden-feathered roc?" Chrollo was so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly.
"Well, brother, this is my spiritual beast partner." Zhuma proudly hugged Xiao Ming's neck to show her closeness, "Its name is Xiao Ming, and it is an adult golden-feathered roc."
And Xiao Ming also rubbed her cheek very cooperatively, showing that they were intimate with each other.
"Girl, what's going on?" Elder Rogge asked happily.
As agreed, Zhuma talked about her "accidental encounter" with Xiao Ming, and everyone was amazed and envious of the little girl who was so lucky to have such an unexpected encounter.
Only Gan Muyun's fair face showed a hint of doubt, and his beautiful and clear big eyes glanced at Zhong Wen from time to time, as if he had guessed something.
The commotion caused by the Golden Feather Dapeng lasted for nearly half an hour before it gradually subsided. Zhuma's little head was raised high, like a proud peacock, leading Xiao Ming towards his home.
"Zhong Wen, you have to come to my house for dinner tonight!" Chrollo dragged Zhong Wen very enthusiastically, "My mother-in-law is definitely the best in the family in cooking. You are my savior. , she will definitely show off her special skills to entertain you."
"Chloro, Zhong Wen and I were comrades-in-arms during the border war." Gan Muyun said with a smile, "It's rare for him to be a guest in the clan. I should be the host of this first meal."
"Isn't the grace of saving a life more important than the love of comrades?" Chrollo shook his head like a rattle, "I'll treat you to this meal today. If you want to reminisce about the past, why not wait until tomorrow."
"Speaking of kindness, he once saved the lives of my master and Po Xie on the battlefield." Gan Muyun did not give in, "I owe him no less than you do."
For the hospitable Dara people, if they meet an important guest, the first meal is particularly important. Therefore, for an outstanding person like Zhong Wen, neither Gan Muyun nor Chrollo want to give up the right to give priority to guests.
"How about this?" Seeing Gan Muyun's resolute attitude, Chrollo retreated and said, "We both entertain Zhong Wen together, but the banquet must be held at my house."
"Do you want to entertain us together? No problem." Gan Muyun smiled slightly and said immediately, "But since we are hosting a banquet for distinguished guests, the room should be as spacious as possible. Your home is too small, so why not hold the banquet at my home."
It’s so heartbreaking, old man!
"Bande, you are a bit shameless."
Hearing Gan Muyun speak frankly about the housing conditions, Chrollo couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
In terms of living environment, who can compare with the clan leader?
As the daughter of the clan leader, Gan Muyun's family's residential area is almost three times that of Chrollo's.
"Zhong Wen, why don't you make the choice." He rolled his eyes, suddenly turned to look at Zhong Wen, and said solemnly, "Which house do you want to visit first tonight?"
Zhong Wen was immersed in the emotion of a certain idol drama heroine, and he almost shouted, "Stop fighting, don't do it for me!"
Unexpectedly, Chrollo would suddenly put the problem on himself, and he was immediately embarrassed. He felt that no matter which side he agreed to, it would make the other side sad, and he hesitated for a while.
At this time, his eyes happened to glance at Zhuma and Xiao Ming, who were about to reach the end of the mountain road. He had an idea and said with a smile: "It is a rare opportunity to be a guest of the Dala tribe, and I met little sister Zhuma who got a spirit animal partner. This time It’s such a good day for double happiness. It would be too deserted just to have dinner at home. The weather is nice today, why not have a bonfire party and let everyone lively together?”
"Bonfire party?" Gan Muyun heard this term for the first time and couldn't help but asked curiously, "What is that?"
Zhong Wen explained the concept of the bonfire party in his previous life, and Gan Muyun suddenly showed a look of surprise on his face: "It is somewhat similar to the ceremony we hold to worship the God of Dara at the beginning of each month. Chrollo, what do you think?"
"This is a good suggestion." Chrollo pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "In three days, we and the Quintu tribe are likely to have a big battle. At this time, a 'bonfire party' can boost morale."
"Okay, then I'll go talk to daddy." Gan Muyun smiled sweetly, turned around and walked away, leaving only a graceful and beautiful back.
Zhong Wen looked in the direction she left, and saw several young and middle-aged men among the senior officials of the Dala tribe in the distance looking at his location with wide eyes. Their expressions were not friendly, and they seemed to be vaguely confused. A hint of hostility.
He recalled it in his mind for a long time and confirmed that he did not know those Dala youths, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Chrollo seemed to be aware of this and couldn't help but sigh. He was about to say something when he heard a clear and delicate voice coming from the distance: "Zhong Wen, Zhong Wen!"
It turned out that the little girl Zhuma wandered around her house, couldn't bear the loneliness, and ran out to play with Zhong Wen again.
Since returning from the "Ten Thousand Eagles' Nest", the little girl has become very familiar with Zhong Wen, no longer addressing him as "distinguished guest", but calling him by his first name.
"What's the matter, Zhuma?" Zhong Wen greeted him with a smile.
"Can you teach me a few more Dapeng words?" Zhuma stood on tiptoes, put her mouth close to his ear, and whispered.
"No problem." Zhong Wen winked, "Let's go over there and learn secretly, and then come back and scare them."
"Okay, okay." Zhuma's face was flushed with excitement.
What a magical boy!
Chrollo knew that his little sister seemed lively and cheerful, but in fact she rarely got close to anyone except Gan Muyun. Even with her eldest brother, she never had much communication. He watched Zhong Wen and Zhuma disappear happily. At the corner of the mountain road, he couldn't help but feel an incredible feeling in his heart.
"Chrollo, is that the boy Elder Rogge mentioned?" A thick voice sounded from behind.
"Yes, he is Zhong Wen." Chrollo frowned but did not turn around, "This is my savior, Duolong, don't mess around."
"Don't worry, I won't hurt his life." Duolong said solemnly, "I just want him to recognize himself, and don't have delusional thoughts and random ideas about Bande. Someone who can be worthy of Bande, I’m the only one who’s a dragon.”
When Chrollo turned around, Duolong had quietly left.
It's not his life that I'm worried about, it's you!
Chrollo put his hand on his forehead and shook his head helplessly.
…
This night, Tianying Peak was full of people and lively.
Halfway up the mountainside, where there should have been silence, several blazing bonfires emitted a dazzling light, illuminating half of the mountain forest in red and bright colors.
Perhaps due to the summons of the clan leader, a surprisingly large number of Dala tribesmen attended this night's "bonfire party". The entire Tianying Peak was filled with laughter and laughter. The strong men drank heavily and ate large pieces of meat, while the beautiful The girls of the Dala ethnic group sang and danced, showing off their graceful figures to the fullest, attracting the attention of countless single guys. Some cheered, applauded, whistled, and even a few impatient guys picked them directly from the mountains. After seeing the colorful wild flowers, he rushed forward to express his feelings to the girl he liked.
Two of the boys fell in love with the same girl, and they immediately staged a full-scale martial arts show in front of the girl. In the end, the girl fell into the arms of the winner, but the defeated boy didn't look very angry, just annoyed. He patted his cheek and soon smiled again. He generously stepped forward and offered his sincere blessings to his love rival. Zhong Wen was stunned and admired.
"Zhong Wen, Chrollo is my right-hand man, and he is an indispensable warrior of the Dara tribe." Clan leader Vegeert came to Zhong Wen with a smile on his face, holding a wine glass, "You saved Chrollo's life. , is the benefactor of our Dara tribe, come, let me toast you!"
"It's easy, uncle, you're welcome." Zhong Wen chuckled, clinked the wine glasses with Vegeert happily, and drank down the wine in one gulp.
"I heard that you took good care of Madara on the Xiqi battlefield." Vegeert refilled his glass with wine. "As a father, I must express my gratitude to you again. Come on, let me go!"
With Zhong Wen's current physical condition, even if he soaked him in strong liquor for three days and three nights, he would still be unable to get even a trace of drunkenness. Therefore, when faced with Vegeert's toast, he looked calm and would not refuse anyone who came. .
"Sure enough, heroes emerge from youth." Vegeert made no secret of his admiration for Zhong Wen and praised him effusively, "I heard from Ban De that not only are you highly cultivated, but you are also proficient in medical skills. You are so impressive at such a young age, so different from you. In comparison, the lives of those boys in our clan are really in vain."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Many Dala youths around him looked in Zhong Wen's direction, with dissatisfaction written all over their faces.
"Uncle, keep a low profile." Zhong Wen waved his hand sheepishly.
"Young people who are capable should be more showy." Bergert said with a hearty smile, "Don't imitate those high-ranking officials who are polite on the surface but know how to do evil behind the scenes!"
"Not bad, don't think I have a good temper now, but I used to be a thorn in my side." Chrollo also interjected, "In order to pursue the most beautiful girl in the clan, I have beaten more than a dozen competitors, including There is Elder Rogge’s eldest son, and because of this, the elder didn’t even say a word to me for a whole year!”
While talking and laughing, he picked up the wine glass to drink Zhong Wen.
Immediately afterwards, Chrollo's parents, who had already won Zhong Wen's RESPECT before they met, as well as Elder Rogge and others, also came forward to toast. In less than half an hour, Zhong Wen was already surrounded by empty wine cans.
Ning Jie just chatted quietly with Gan Muyun on the side, seemingly not worried about Zhong Wen's situation.
But the little girl Zhuma couldn't stand it anymore. She came to Zhong Wen and snatched the wine glass from his hand. Her delicate face was full of concern: "Zhong Wen, you have drunk too much. If this continues, it will be bad for your health.”
Vegeert and the others looked at each other, then burst into laughter.
"Handsome young men are popular!" Vegeert held his belly with one hand and patted the ground with the other, laughing and saying, "He has only been here for a day and he has stolen our little Zhuma's heart!"
"Uncle Patriarch is talking nonsense!" Zhuma suddenly turned red with embarrassment, pacing her feet and defending, "That's not the case!"
"Girl, you have very good taste." Vegeert drank a lot and was already a little tipsy. He said unabashedly, "To tell you the truth, even I want to betroth Ban De to him."
"No!"
As soon as these words came out, several voices came from all over the crowd at the same time, and the originally lively atmosphere suddenly became deserted.
Immediately afterwards, four sturdy figures squeezed through the crowd and appeared in front of Zhong Wen and others almost at the same time.
