Xiao Huang meowed twice, seeming to express his emotions.
Qin Tian discovered that Xiao Huang seemed to be very interested in human cubs recently.
Before this, out of respect, he had never explored Xiao Huang's body. It was only recently that he discovered from some clues that Xiao Huang seemed to be a tigress.
I don’t know if it’s because of his age or other reasons, but Xiao Huang started to be interested in human cubs.
Maybe it’s the motherly boom?
In the days since she woke up, the one she had the most contact with was Baliti's little daughter, and she would play with her almost all day long.
"What, do you want me to find you a mate?"
Qin Tian was flying in the air, but he kept teasing Xiao Huang.
"You've almost reached the age of giving birth to offspring, right?"
Xiao Huang screamed twice in dissatisfaction.
"Okay, okay, I know you don't like those guys, so I won't look for them anymore." Qin Tian felt a little funny.
The longer Xiao Huang followed Qin Tian, the less he looked down on the other beasts.
She just felt that those beasts were too stupid.
The only cubs that interest her are humans, because human cubs are smart enough.
Although many times, human cubs also appear very stupid.
However, in Xiaobai's eyes, this kind of stupidity is an advantage and seems a bit cute. The stupidity of those animals makes her very disgusted!
Although Qin Tianren has left, Baliti will never forget the benefactor who saved their family.
He even set up a special memorial tablet for Qin Tian in his home and knelt down to worship it every day.
As the Baliti family communicated with the outside world, legends about Qin Tian also began to spread on the grassland.
Perhaps because the culture of the grasslands is different from that of the Central Plains people, in the legends of the grassland people, he is not an immortal, but the common ancestor of all Huns.
In the legend, Qin Tian is ever-changing, and he looks different in everyone's eyes.
At his side, there are tigers following him, acting as his mounts.
There are also some more outrageous "secondary settings", and Qin Tian couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard them.
But he didn't take it too seriously. They were just some legends. It couldn't really be that someone could find him based on these mythical legends, right?
After leaving the Baliti family, Qin Tian did not leave the grassland directly, but continued walking on the grassland.
At the beginning of spring, he saw the revival of all things. In this spring full of vitality, Qin Tian accidentally got a glimmer of spring vitality and collected it.
Spring not only brings about the revival of all things, but also the trembling of spring thunder. Especially on the grassland, you can see the extremely rare rain in the Central Plains.
It was just a step away. When I stepped over, it was raining and thundering. When I walked back, it was extremely sunny on the other side.
The spring thunder also contained extremely strong yang energy, so Qin Tian also collected a strand and kept it.
If the vitality and yang energy of this spring thunder were used against the enemy, I am afraid that no demons and monsters would be able to withstand a blow.
But for Qin Tian, he no longer needs this method to deal with the enemy.
After spring, summer only lasted for a short period of time, and the temperature was not very high.
If it were left to future generations, I'm afraid that people would have to turn out their long-sleeved sweaters before they could wear short-sleeved clothes for a few days.
The summer on the grassland is very short, and after the summer comes autumn.
But even in autumn, the temperature was still very low, and it didn't take long for it to start snowing again.
Counting the time, Qin Tian has been walking on the grassland for exactly a year.
In one year, he did not meet many herdsmen on the grassland, but he met many Huns soldiers.
On the grasslands, there are still a handful of enthusiastic and kind-hearted herders like Baliti. Most people are very wary of him as soon as they see his appearance.
Those who warned him not to get close were considered gentle, and many people even attacked Qin Tian directly.
Naturally, Qin Tian would not be merciful to such a person. He would let the other person lie in bed for three to five days, or simply take his or her life.
Of course, Qin Tian wouldn't mind lending a helping hand to those herdsmen who were in difficulty.
With both kindness and power, the legend of Qin Tian soon spread on this grassland.
Countless people began to believe in a god named White-clothed Ancestor. They believed that this god was the incarnation of their ancestors.
When people who are full of malice see their ancestors, the ancestors will appear in the form of Central Plains people, triggering the malice in their hearts and eventually punishing them.
When kind people see their ancestors, they will appear as Central Plains people, but because of their kindness, they will get help from their ancestors.
Different from the beliefs of the Central Plains people, they worship their ancestors more.
Therefore, the legends of immortals spread in the Central Plains have turned into myths such as the so-called spirits of ancestors in the grasslands.
Even though the people who created these legends are actually the same person, Qin Tian never even changes his clothes.
This made Qin Tian very interesting.
Myths from all over the world have certain similarities. The same character plays different identities in the myths of different nations.
Perhaps the people who created these myths were actually the same people?
After seeing the changes in the grassland throughout the year, Qin Tian got up and prepared to return to the Central Plains.
If he had a chance next time, he might go further north or west to see what the north and west looked like in this era.
If there is a chance, Qin Tian would like to go to the Antarctic and the North Pole in person to see the penguins and polar bears, and the endless snowfields.
Look at the auroras that appear when blown by the solar wind.
I think I will gain a lot more.
but not now.
After watching too much at once, Qin Tian felt that he might not be able to digest so many insights.
The road must be walked step by step, and the same is true for the path of cultivation. If the opportunity comes, Qin Tian will naturally go to the south or the north.
It's just not the time yet.
When Qin Tian walked back from the grassland to the frontline battlefield between the Xiongnu and the Han Dynasty, a full eighteen months had passed since he entered the grassland.
During these eighteen months, the war between the Huns and the Han seemed to have become intense.
The two sides were going back and forth, and the fight was lively.
After only walking for a month, Qin Tian saw more than a dozen battlefields, large and small.
There were Huns besieging the Han's cities, and there were also battles between the Han's cavalry and the Huns on the plains.
Death, death everywhere.
The whole land is filled with the smell of death.
Qin Tian didn't know how many people died in this endless war, and he couldn't calculate it.
But along the way, the death energy soaring into the sky was intertwined, and Qin Tian felt that at least hundreds of thousands of people had died on both sides!
And the war is still going on, and countless people will still lose their lives in this war.
Once a war begins, it will never end unless one side is completely defeated.
This is a war between two nations, a war of resources, a war of blood for blood and tooth for tooth.
The hatred between the two sides has been accumulated for hundreds of years, and now is the time to resolve the hatred in one fell swoop.
Qin Tian did not try to prevent the war from happening.
When two powerful nations live under the same sky, war is absolutely inevitable.
It is in wars, blood and fire that countries, societies, and nations experience growth and finally integrate.
Although he will not intervene in the war, Qin Tian will still feel sad because of the loss of life.
…
Qin Tian gently helped the young corpse on the ground to close its eyes. With a thought, the ground surged and swallowed up the young deputy general.
But what Qin Tian held in his hand was a blood-stained letter from home.
Before he died, the young lieutenant handed the family letter in his hand to Qin Tian. He didn't even leave a last word.
He didn't know if his letter from home could be sent back, but before he died, this was his only remaining obsession.
It's not like Qin Tian didn't try to save his life.
But when Qin Tian discovered it, the lieutenant's soul had begun to dissipate, and only instinctive consciousness remained in his mind.
If Qin Tian forcibly gathered his soul and cured his body, he would be just an idiot who couldn't even perform the most basic actions.
Because he thought he was dead and half of his soul had dissipated. Even if Qin Tian rescued him, he would not be the same person he was before.
Qin Tian collected the death energy and the last bits of resentment and attachment from his body.
"Just think of these as my reward for helping you deliver the letter."
Qin Tian sighed and embarked on the journey to Dahan.
On the way back, Qin Tian saw a Han soldier who had been attacked and fell to the ground, and his body had begun to rot.
The soldier also carries a large cylinder.
The cylinder was opened, and inside were letters from home one after another.
The owners of the letters include ordinary soldiers on the front line, generals with high status, and civilians who have fled.
It is still unknown whether these people are alive now, but their letters home and the envelopes containing their hopes seem to never be delivered to the people they care about.
To Qin Tian's surprise, he actually found a remnant soul next to the man's body.
This was the first time he had seen something truly unnatural since he came to this world.
Although Xiao Bai and Xiao Huang are somewhat magical, in the final analysis, they are just two smarter beasts.
Without Qin Tian's enlightenment, I'm afraid they can only survive as wild beasts in this life.
The white snake didn't even have a chance to survive, and was directly killed by the people.
But this remnant soul is different, he is a real ghost.
After most people die, their souls begin to dissipate as soon as they leave the body.
Even without waiting for the corpse to cool down, the human soul has almost dissipated.
The kind of people who can leave a trace of remnants behind are those who have good talents and have extremely deep obsessions before they die.
Not to mention the remnants of ordinary people's souls, not even a few remnants of thoughts remain.
It is extremely rare to be able to leave a residual soul near a corpse like this.
Although if there is no Qin Tian, I am afraid that even this soul will be gone in a few hours.
But his body had begun to rot, and this remnant soul had persisted here for at least ten days.
"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Qin Tian stabilized the remaining soul and asked softly.
It's a pity that this remnant soul has already lost consciousness and can't even speak clearly.
"Send...send..."
Despite the wind and sun, although he still had a soul, he was no longer much different from the purest death energy in the world.
"Sending a letter?" Qin Tian picked up the tube and looked at the envelope inside, feeling a little more melancholy.
"Since you still have a soul and a bit of spirituality, then I will help you survive."
Qin Tian reached out and crushed his remaining soul into a ball, stabilizing his spirituality.
Then he put the soul into his mailbox.
The letter was contained in a bamboo tube, with his last obsession still remaining on it.
Just enough to be used as his storage place.
As for what a simple mailbox and a ray of remnant soul can do, Qin Tian doesn't know.
Using spiritual energy to nourish it, what this thing will turn into in the end depends entirely on God's will.
Maybe it can become a magic weapon for storage, or maybe this object can give birth to its own consciousness.
Of course, it is more likely that this object will become an ordinary thing used to store the remnant soul.
Apart from this, there may be no other miracles.
However, Qin Tian didn't care. He regarded this as his reward, and he would naturally help Canhun finish delivering the unfinished envelopes.
There are actually not many letters from home in the mailbox, only eleven.
After all, in this era, there are still only a few people who have the ability to read and write.
Qin Tian transformed into a postman and embarked on a journey to deliver letters.
The various aspects of life are simple to say in four words, but there will always be people and things in the world that you have never seen before.
Along the way, Qin Tian saw too much sadness and joy.
Some fathers cried with joy when they received the news about their son, while some wives fainted on the spot after receiving the news of their husband's death.
And the old mother, before she died, finally received news from her son thousands of miles away.
Sadness, joy, relief, touching...the seven emotions and six desires in the world are the most delicious poisons.
It makes people enjoy it so much that they can't stop.
Just by simply delivering the letter, Qin Tian felt that this time he left the mountain and his journey in the human world was almost complete.
After consolidating for a while, maybe he can start practicing in seclusion again and digest what he has gained over the years.
…
It was a quiet little courtyard outside Chang'an City. It could be seen that the owner of the family was actually not wealthy.
A little girl with braids on her head squatted at the door. The little girl was holding a stone and carving something on the ground.
Qin Tian stood in the sky and looked up, only to find that what the little girl painted was a simple painting.
Even though the painting is extremely abstract, anyone can tell at a glance that the three people on it are a family.
Father, mother and...herself.
After finishing the painting, the little girl seemed to feel a little dissatisfied, so she added a straight line and a pointed point to her father's hand, which seemed to be the spear in his father's hand.
Looking at her painting, the little girl smiled happily.
"Sister, come on, come and have dinner." A young man walked out of the courtyard. He seemed to be only seven or eight years old.
Seeing his sister's painting, the boy seemed a little dissatisfied: "What about me? Why didn't you include me in the painting?"
(End of chapter)
