Danshui.
Danshui irrigates the area hundreds of miles away. Where there is water, there must be civilization. This saying does not apply near Danshui.
There are many hills, mountains and forests in this area, and there is a smog everywhere.
Although it is close to water, developing this place and communicating with the outside world will require a huge price, so no force is willing to develop this place.
As a result, this place became a place where savages slashed and burned.
They say they are savages, but they are actually civilized.
Danshui Yang, referred to as Danyang.
This place is backed by mountains and forests, with water in front, making it a natural site.
In a flat open space by the water, there is a group of wooden houses, two feet above the ground, with thatched roofs.
This is a very classic wooden house with stilts. The house is off the ground, the roof is high in the middle, and there are slopes with flowing water on both sides.
The upper floor is occupied by people, while the lower floor is supported by wooden piles and the space above the ground is used for grazing animals or stacking debris.
At this time, in front of the largest wooden house, the lights were brightly lit, and dozens of "savages" covered in linen and with broken hair and tattoos were holding torches.
In front of everyone is a five-foot-tall octagonal altar made of loess.
On the altar were enshrined wild fruits, wine brewed from wild fruits, and a large fish half as tall as a man.
The pottery pot contains mugwort, and the green smoke from burning mugwort floats into the distance.
Eight warriors in heavy armor stood around the altar.
There were two people standing in front of the steps of the jar.
A young and handsome man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with disheveled hair and bare feet, with red paint on his face.
This is Zhang Qi, the legitimate son of the Zhang family and the leader of this savage tribe.
The other one has white hair, wearing a feather coat made of colorful feathers, his face is also painted with oil paint, and he is holding a leather drum-shaped instrument in his hand.
"Witch, it's your turn." Zhang Qi turned to the old man and said.
This is one of the few witches among the savages who knows the etiquette of sacrifice.
Of course, this guy has no supernatural powers, so he probably doesn’t know whether he is a god or a ghost.
At least the sound is loud enough for the gods to hear.
The priest beat the drum and chanted ancient songs.
The dark sky and the array of stars.
The leaves in the old forest are rustling, like ghosts beating the beat; the white waves of the alchemy water are bursting, like dragons tumbling; the green mist is filled, and ghosts are coming.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Qi sighed inwardly.
To ponder the difficulties encountered in life, I am afraid only the gods can know about them.
Four years ago, he was still a low-level horse-breeding boy. Four years later, he can be regarded as the leader of a party. Maybe if he tells it, the nobles will laugh out loud. Can savages be considered human?
But here, despite the difficult conditions, Zhang Qi felt the dignity of being a human being.
Thinking of this, Zhang Qi's eyes were sore. He didn't know whether it was because of the mugwort smoke or because he was feeling sad. He almost shed tears.
If only my sister were here.
The evil gods and villains took her life away, and Zhang Qi couldn't sleep day and night, wanting to rush out and kill her enemies immediately.
"The Righteous God of Heaven and Earth... It would be great if there were all gods like God Lords in the world."
Zhang Qi sighed.
Not eating blood (referring to humans), but only receiving offerings, is simply rare in the world.
He is willing to serve the true God forever and ever.
"woo woo woo woo……"
Suddenly, there was a storm and a roar came from the woods.
Wow!
A huge figure broke the tree trunk and jumped out.
Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was a big black bear.
This black bear was about two meters tall. Its jet-black hair was like iron rods. Its paws were as big as cattail fans. With one slap, trees that could be hugged by a person were cut off.
"All at once!"
Zhang Qi said in a weird dialect.
This is the dialect of the savages. It took him two years to learn it. At the same time, he also taught some people to use the Jingguo Mandarin.
The savages opened their bows and shot arrows.
When the arrows fell, they were all bounced off by the black fur on the black bear's body. Not only did this move fail to hurt the black bear, but it actually angered the beast.
"Roar!"
The black bear became angry and ran upright towards the altar, making a roaring sound with every step.
The savages were shocked by this momentum.
They had never seen such a fierce and powerful beast in their whole life of hunting.
"Somebody come!"
Zhang Qi drew out his long sword and ordered eight protective warriors to guard him in front of the altar.
The savages behind him were infected and took out their own spears and stone chisels.
The group of people sat and waited for the black bear to come.
"Great witch! Keep singing!" (Wu Jin is referred to as Wu)
Zhang Qi didn't look back and said to the somewhat frightened wizard on the five-foot altar.
(Great witch is a title, a monk can also be a witch, and a mortal can also be a witch)
"good."
The great witch calmed down and continued singing.
"Let Zhu Rongxi go first and Zhaomingxi open the door..."
This time it's not a weird syllable, but a ballad praising the ancestor Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong is regarded as their ancestor by the savages.
The Yin Shang Dynasty believed in God and became king during his lifetime and emperor after his death. God is both Heaven and the First King.
The tribe surnamed Ji in the West worships their ancestors and separates humans and gods.
The tribes in the south are different. They worship fire, ghosts and gods, and believe in the communication between heaven and humans, so they have many beliefs.
Listening to the great witch's incantation, everyone calmed down.
The black bear was getting closer and closer. Zhang Qi was shocked when he saw the black bear's green eyes.
"This...is this a spirit?"
This black bear is almost turning into a spirit, no wonder it is so powerful.
The black bear is getting closer.
Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet...
The roar is so deafening that you can even smell the fishy smell in the bear's mouth.
Under the leadership of Zhang Qi, none of the savages flinched, their eyes were firm, and their blood was boiling in their chests.
In the past four years, in order to have a safe station, they have been exposed to frost, cut through thorns, and encountered countless difficulties, but they have overcome them safely.
This time, there is no exception.
Because God bless me.
Click...
Countless thorns sprouted from the ground, entangled in the black bear's feet, and the wooden thorns pierced into the black bear's flesh.
thump……
The huge black bear fell to the ground.
A nine-foot-tall tree man, two heads taller than a black bear, appeared.
The tree man stepped on the struggling black bear with one foot. Despite its immense strength, it was still unable to move. The legs formed by tree roots kept wrapping around the black bear.
Tang Ping stretched out his right hand, and Zhang Qi threw the long knife.
The roots trapped the long knife.
Poof!
A knife kills the head.
Blood spurts out.
Green mist, thorns, tree gods, altars... outline a mythical version of the picture.
"I am the underworld god of the banyan tree under the throne of Youdu Pavilion!"
As soon as these words came out, more than a thousand people in the tribe knelt down and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the gods.
Tang Ping flew up to the altar and floated in mid-air.
Looking at the grilled fish on the altar, I couldn't help but sigh.
"This tribe is quite poor."
Wow!
The fierce wind blew, tearing the sacrifices into pieces, and fish, fruits, wine, and moxa smoke flew out of the mouth.
Tang Ping closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
After all, the ceremony is still a bit crude and not as effective as expected. It is probably because there are no three animals. The effect is equivalent to a pair of jade medicine.
After enjoying the sacrifice, Tang Ping stretched out his finger, and the green wood air circled around. Everyone felt cool all over their bodies, and green buds sprouted from the wheat field not far away.
Everyone praised the miracle and kowtowed.
After enjoying the sacrifices, Tang Ping invited Zhang Qi to go to the big house to talk.
The great witch is frantically recording today's miracles outside. After returning home, he will definitely concentrate on his creation. A brand new ode to the wood god for killing the bear demon will be published soon.
"The Lord God asked me to tell you, don't be impatient, be patient and patient, you will rise one day. My God will give you a method of making salt."
Tang Ping dictated, and Zhang Qi wrote down every word.
Salt was the most important material in ancient times. As a person who studied history in Tang Ping's previous life, it was impossible for him to not understand the ancient method of making salt.
With salt, trade can begin and more materials can be exchanged.
"Thank you Mu Shen!"
Zhang Qi just finished speaking.
Wow!
The wooden door opened, and Tang Ping took off into the sky and disappeared in the green mist.
Majesty has been established, and the tribe regards itself as a god.
Don't ask for anything more. This is killing the goose that lays the eggs and letting them develop first.
"lonely!"
The great witch shouted loudly, and the tribesmen stepped forward to grab the remaining items on the altar.
If there is silence, the gods will disappear; if there is silence, the sacrifice will come to an end.
The black bear on the side was also skinned and its meat divided.
"Teacher, look!"
Zhang Qi walked out the door, and an eight-year-old boy with disheveled hair but no tattoos came forward to take credit with a black bear that was half his height on his head.
This kind of divine power is really rare.
This is Zhang Qi's student, and among the savage tribe, it is said that he is the only one who has awakened the Zhu Rong bloodline, and is regarded as the successor of the next generation of the tribe in the future.
"The gods descended on the bear. This is a sign of great prosperity for our tribe named Mi!"
"Woo!!"
Everyone cheers!
After that, the tribe regarded the thorns dropped by the gods as sacred objects, and the tribe took the bear as their surname.
National affairs are about sacrifice and military affairs.
After this sacrifice, the scattered savage tribes were completely integrated, and the thousand-member tribe led by Zhang Qi became the orthodox Zhurong in the Danshui area.
The Xiong clan was officially formed in Danshui Yang.
The phoenix is the totem, the underworld is the god, and the bear is the surname.
