The black bird flapped its wings, circled down, and stopped on a bluestone field, alarming several people nearby.
"Look, that's Dali, why is he covered in blood?!"
"Who is that girl? She's so handsome!"
"Stop looking, go and save people!"
A group of people hurried over, and Mo Yingge quickly stopped them from trying to attack the wounded.
"Don't move. His bones and internal organs are seriously injured. Do you have a doctor?"
"Yes, yes, I'll go ask the priest!" A man ran away quickly.
The others surrounded the black bird, and Mo Yingge lowered the mountain of Hanzi, but did not remove the power of his mind.
"Girl, did you save Dashan?"
"Girl, you must be a foreigner!"
"..."
Mo Yinge could only smile and remain silent. She didn't know how to answer.
Fortunately, she put a coat on herself, otherwise she would be even more embarrassed in her ragged clothes.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for the doctor from the village to arrive.
It's just that Mo Yinge felt a little unreliable. Generally, the older a doctor is, the more reliable he is. This doctor has a gray beard, but he is dressed in tatters and has tattoos on his face. How do you feel about this doctor? They are all great dancers.
But she had no choice but to take them all back to their village. She couldn't be blamed if they couldn't be saved.
But the slap-in-the-face plot is coming soon.
Although the old doctor had a gray beard, he was strong and slightly stooped. But when he got close to Mo Yingge, he realized that this old man was probably close to two meters tall, which was simply outrageous.
What she didn't expect the most was that this old doctor was actually a healing magician!
Moreover, the level of this doctor's healing magic is not low. Although healing magic is magical, it also has its limitations. Generally, it can only heal external injuries. It is not just ordinary mages who can quickly heal internal injuries.
Mo Yingge was shocked. The green light on the old doctor's hand could not be faked. He pressed his palm on Dashan's chest and rubbed it for a while. Dashan's condition quickly stabilized, and the blood on his face was visible to the naked eye.
"wake up!"
The old doctor shouted loudly, which immediately woke up the unconscious Dashan.
Dashan opened his eyes drowsily, coughed out a large pool of dirty blood, and felt his chest relaxed, regaining a new lease of life.
"Thank you, second uncle, for saving my life again!"
Dashan woke up and saw the old doctor and quickly thanked him.
"You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank me, it's also to thank this girl. She brought you back." The old doctor is not greedy for credit. Of course, judging from his title, it seems that they are all relatives and do not need this.
"Thank you for saving me. Please stay and let us entertain you!" Although Dashan was injured, he still sincerely paid the highest respect to Mo Yingge.
"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey. I'm lost in the mountains and forests and don't know where to go." Mo Yinge smiled slightly and did not refuse.
And she also wanted to see these local folk customs.
"Xin Xin!"
Little Flame Fairy didn't know what she said to the big black bird, but the two of them seemed to get to know each other quickly. They jumped off the feather crest on the big bird's head, and Little Flame Fairy landed in Moyinge's arms.
When the old doctor saw Little Flame Fairy, there was an inexplicable look in his eyes. He turned his head and told Dashan not to go out during this period, but to stay at home and take good care of himself.
"My name is Dashan, girl, what's your name?"
Dashan's body was already strong, but with the healing magic of the old doctor, he could actually move around.
It can only be said that healing magic is really magical. Of course, it is really rare if it is rare. It is also really difficult to practice if it is difficult to practice.
"Just call me Lingguang." Mo Yingge smiled slightly and gave his pseudonym without changing his face.
Girls should be more careful when going out. There is definitely something special about this village being able to stay safe and sound deep in the mountains.
And she felt that her name was a bit hard to pronounce, so she might as well get a code name.
"Miss Ling, please come to my house to sit for a while."
Dashan's wife also came, helped Dashan back, and invited Mo Yingge to come home as a guest.
Most of the villages are stilt-style residential buildings, which look quite distinctive, with bluestone pavement.
Mo Yinge observed that the sun bird patterns were carved or hung on the doors of the houses along the road. She had seen it on the Internet before. A gold sun bird ornament was unearthed from the Sanshengdui ruins here, and it is still in circulation today. With sacred power, it seems to be the worship pattern of the ancestors in ancient times. Unexpectedly, every household here has similar patterns.
Could it be that this village is the descendant of the ancient ancestors?
"We have a total of twelve cottages in Bailiang Mountain. The divine patterns you see are our common beliefs. There are twelve teeth in the vortex in the middle, which correspond to our twelve cottages." Dashan saw Mo Yinge staring at the door of his house. He looked at the divine patterns on his head and explained casually.
"Oh? The lines look like flames to me. Is this why you strictly prohibit arson?" Mo Yingge couldn't help but ask.
"Those patterns not only symbolize the twelve rays of light emitted by the sun, but also represent our twelve burning flames. They are the inherited flames that our villages have guarded since ancient times." Dashan replied, sitting on a piece of grass in his yard. On big rocks.
"We revere the power of fire. This is a tradition left by our ancestors. We must not use fire at will. We must not violate it, otherwise disaster will be imminent!"
Dashan said seriously.
"Ah, I see. Then I didn't violate your ancestral precepts. No wonder you were so angry at the time. But just by saying this about the guardian flame, aren't you afraid of causing trouble?"
Mo Yinge suddenly realized that although she didn't understand why she respected flames but was not allowed to use them at will, this was someone else's territory and they had to abide by their rules. But Dashan is really big-hearted. If something inherited and guarded these days comes out, it will definitely Attract the attention of interested people.
It can only be said that the residents here are still very simple.
"It's okay. As the saying goes, it's okay to be ignorant. It doesn't cause any harm anyway, and our village welcomes fire magicians. The stronger you are, the more we will respect you!"
This is a custom that evolved from their worship of fire. They are not interested in other magicians, but are very polite to magicians who master the power of fire.
"And the flame we are guarding has been extinguished long ago. It doesn't matter if we say it. This is also the reason why our village is declining more and more. The ancestors must blame us for not guarding the flame well..." Dashan replied in a depressed mood.
"whisper!"
Little Flame Fairy broke away from Mo Yinge's arms and ran over with her little feet. She could understand people's words. She stretched out her little hand in front of the mountain, and a flame swayed slightly.
Don't be sad, I'll show you the little flame~
"Ah this."
Dashan was amused by Little Flame Fairy, not because Little Flame Fairy's actions were childish and ridiculous, but when he saw this flame, he suddenly felt certain in his heart that as long as people are still there, one day they will rekindle the fire of protection.
This is also the vision that Shanzhai people have always had!
This volume will be a long volume and will not be finished until at least next month, maybe even longer. Many new things will appear, some settings will be supplemented, and the author’s own expanded worldview. This book is by no means only It is limited to those things and people in the original article. Mo Fan has his own experiences, and my sister naturally has different experiences as well.
Wish book friends long and healthy life!
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