Beside the green mountains and green waters, the trees are covered with smoke.
In the endless mountains that extend like a dragon's spine, the mountain wind is blowing, the grass and trees are rustling, the clouds are floating in the sky, and the sounds of birds and animals are reverberating in the forest. Among the mountains, there is a plain area , there, a natural and simple village sits among them.
The baskets were piled with medicinal herbs, and the stones were piled up to form a wall. The tribe, which was home to about a hundred people, made Lin Zixuan feel warm. In Jiang Chen's memory, this was his former home. Although his father and mother were ordinary, , but treated him very well, and he still misses the cakes made by his grandmother for him.
The gate wall made of giant wood was hung up by several thick ropes. Several burly men covered in animal skins stood on the sentry tower, looking at Jiang Chen coming, opened the city gate, and then all watched the front, loyal to protect their homes.
Stepping into it, the sound of children's play could be heard. Several old men in missionary uniforms sat cross-legged on futons and recited sutras. In the center of the tribe, a huge fire was burning, surrounded by it. There were many tribesmen standing in several rows with solemn expressions, as if they were praying for blessings, more like praying.
Those people were wearing dark blue robes, engraved with strange patterns of constellations and evil beasts, and the purple ribbons tied around their waists seemed to possess some kind of magical power. If you stared at them, you would fall into an illusion.
In the middle of the crowd, an old man wearing a snow-white Taoist robe with a somewhat fairy-like attitude turned around, his eyes full of charm. He watched Lin Zixuan coming with a smile on his face, signaling Lin Zixuan to come. Stand aside, then hold your breath and concentrate, as if you are practicing meditation.
Other tribesmen also saw Lin Zixuan, nodded and continued reading.
This prayer lasted for several hours. The old man in white robe looked forward and calmly stretched out his palm. A rune of blue light flew out from his palm, rushed into the spring fire, and condensed into a star-shaped flame emblem.
"Our Priest Tribe is a large tribe of the Astrologer Tribe, and it is the inheritance of orthodox Astrologers. Unfortunately, hundreds of years ago, the owner of the Fire Emblem, now the Patriarch of the Holy Source Tribe, destroyed everything we had, leaving us homeless and scattered. We must not forget this grudge and blood feud, one day, they will pay the price with blood!" The old man in white robe said solemnly, his voice had a strong bewitching power, making Lin Zixuan's blood boil.
Everyone's eyes showed grief and anger, and their expressions were passionate, but deep down they felt helpless. After all, the Holy Source Tribe was the most powerful tribe and the holy land of astrologers.
"Let the things of the past be past. With our current strength, even if we practice until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, we will not be as good as a hair of theirs." An older man said, how brilliant the sacrificial department was in those days, with the three saints sitting in charge, invincible. The world.
The old man in white robe was silent. He had been practicing for a hundred years, but he had only just reached the rank of great magister. The existence of the Holy Source Ministry had already entered the Holy God.
"Forget it, that's enough for today's prayers. Let's disperse." The old man in white robe glanced at Lin Zixuan, turned and left, walking away.
Lin Zixuan followed the old man. In his memory, his adoptive father and mother were the descendants of the old man. To a certain extent, his status was very important in this tribe.
"Are you going to play with that girl again?"
After walking for a long time, the old man in white robe looked at Lin Zixuan with a kind expression and asked with concern.
Lin Zixuan nodded. He respected his grandfather who had cared for him since childhood.
"You have to know that Jingyun, the girl from the Alchemy Tribe, has always been the apple of their clan's father's eye. Moreover, the little kids in their clan also admire that girl very much. You have to work hard to practice. When you achieve success, ancestor My father-in-law will propose marriage for you personally."
Lin Zixuan nodded vigorously. His enlightenment cultivation had been taught by his grandfather. As for his parents, because they had no talent for cultivation, they lived an ordinary life like ordinary people.
"Go and meet your parents, don't let them worry."
After the old man finished speaking, he walked towards the wooden house where he lived. Lin Zixuan stood for a while and looked at a thatched cottage not far away. That was where Jiang Chen's parents lived. He still remembered that his father and mother in his memory were so beautiful. Amiable, hard-working and enthusiastic.
When he opened the door, the fragrance of rice cakes hit his face. Lin Zixuan saw the middle-aged woman sitting by the fire collecting firewood, and his eyes couldn't help but get a little moist.
When he was in Sunset Town, his father always had a straight face, taught him strictly, and never asked for help. However, during Jiang Chen's childhood, his parents were very considerate of him, and he lived a happy and fulfilling life, as if he was growing up in a honey jar. big.
"Mom..."
Lin Zixuan was a little choked, and saw the woman stand up, with kindness in her eyes. She walked over, held Lin Zixuan in her arms, and said softly: "What's wrong? My little Achen, who bullied you? ?”
Lin Zixuan's eyes began to turn red. He hadn't heard such words in an unknown amount of time. When he was in Sunset Town, his father would not interfere with his life at all, and it was impossible for him to care about him so much.
"Everyone in the clan is kind to me, Achen just misses my mother a little bit." Lin Zixuan calmed down and said slowly.
The woman smiled and continued busy gathering firewood to light the fire. The young and strong men in the clan had gone to the mountains to hunt. She wanted to prepare the meals before her men came back.
Lin Zixuan let out a long sigh and pushed open the door of the house silently. He didn't know how long this soul-transmitting state would last, and he was afraid it would disappear.
A gust of cool wind blew his robe, and he felt the aura of this world. He was surprised to find that it was extremely rich, and his perception of the elements was also extremely friendly.
The surroundings were quiet, with only one or two faint neighings coming from the distant green hills. The sky gradually darkened, and there was a faint crackling sound of burning in the air. Some men holding torches returned, and he looked down at the light. , that strong and powerful man wearing animal skins is his father.
Abba was not suitable for spiritual practice, but he was born with supernatural powers. When he was as old as he was, he once killed a bad wolf with one punch.
The man carried back a warthog, which was his trophy. The man excitedly butchered and divided the meat into pieces. He stored most of the parts and stewed the rest in a pot.
It's been a long time since we had a meal together like this. Lin Zixuan took the longest and ate the most at this meal. His father happily patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Little Achen's appetite has increased. He is going to grow up." Now, remember, boys must look tough, otherwise they will be easily bullied."
Lin Zixuan also smiled, and his smile was particularly bright. He felt a strong sense of belonging in the tribe.
Time passed and it was late at night. Lin Zixuan was sleeping on the bamboo mat and Yi Shi heard the sound of Qiang flute. The sound was very sad, as if in memory of the deceased, which made people sad.
That night, he didn't sleep. He traveled to every corner of the tribe to feel the customs and habits of the astrology tribe.
Soon, another seven days passed. During this period, he did not go to Yun'er, but just stabilized his cultivation. If converted into the strength here, he should be a magician.
"Jiang Chen, I heard from the clan members that you went to the Alchemy Tribe a few days ago. Did you find any powerful weapons?" As the clan members chanted sutras in unison, a simple and honest voice came from beside Lin Zixuan.
It was a boy about the same size as him, with rough skin and an extremely strong body. He was not only a head taller than Lin Zixuan, but also a whole circle bigger than him.
His name is La Tie, and he is Jiang Chen's childhood playmate. He doesn't like astrology, but he especially likes weapons and armor.
"It's an iron sword. I've only practiced it a dozen times. It's pretty good."
The young man named La Tie's eyes were shining. He quickly stepped forward to take the weapon, wiped it carefully, and couldn't put it down.
"Well, this is the divination star gossip I promised you. For it, I worked hard with my dad to get it. After reading it, you must remember to return it to me, otherwise my dad will have to pay it back. You can’t beat me to death.”
Lin Zixuan smiled. He knew that his partner would never break his promise. This secret book of astrology would be the first step for him to rise in this world.
