Chapter 9: I'm not a petite baby

(Thanks to the Fan Ledi brothers for their enthusiasm, the new book gives birth to a new leader, plus one more chapter)
At this time, there was laughter and laughter in the stockade. Looking at the light coming in through the cracks in the wall, it was already after dusk. I didn't expect the time to pass so fast. The soul sacrifice beast feast was about to begin, and the clansmen of the black python tribe outside started singing and dancing.
Chen Xun didn't rush out of the shack. The mysterious feeling brought by his training was unexpected. He had to understand it. After a while, he walked out of the shack and walked to the stone hall.
The top of the mountains in the distance was shrouded in the crimson twilight, and there was the sound of beasts roaring and birds singing.
Piles of bonfires lit up in the square, the fire shining on the stone wall, and figures floating.
The stone temple is very lofty in the stockade, and it is a place where the Wumang tribe discussed and worshipped the spirits of the ancestors of the ancestors.
Chen Xun is not from the Wumeng tribe. He has lived in the stockade for three years and has not had a chance to step into the stone temple.
In the center of the square in front of the stone hall is a huge altar made of huge stones. It is nearly ten meters high and more than a hundred meters in circumference. It stands in the middle of the square, which is more magnificent than the stone hall.
In front of the altar, the Wumang people used countless round pine woods to build a fire altar, almost as high as the altar.
On both sides of the fire altar, two huge high wooden stakes were erected, and a huge rope was pulled in the middle, and a huge copper cauldron that looked like a person was suspended above the fire altar.
The Wumeng family lacked iron and bronze wares, and even most of the strong men were armed with stone knives and wooden spears, and went fishing and hunting with Manwu. Chen Xun did not expect that such a large bronze cauldron was hidden in the stockade.
The two ears of the bronze tripod are hung from the huge rope, and the four side walls are carved with many birds and beasts and various savage writings that have not been seen in Mangyaling. It gives people an unusually heavy feeling of mulberry, and it may be mysterious. I don’t know how many. The antiquities handed down a few years ago may be hidden deep in the stone temple of the ancestral shrine, and they can only be used until the day of the big sacrifice.
A Kung Zong Tu said that Wu Mang had a very glorious history. Looking at this giant cauldron alone, Chen Xun also believed that A Kung Zong Tu was absolutely nothing nonsense.
At this time, Zongsang was commanding the manpower to fill the mountain spring water with clay pots and pour it into the copper cauldron. At the same time, someone took out the countless rare and exotic plants collected in the stockade and cast it into the copper cauldron.
Could it be that the soul sacrifice beast feast is to cook the flesh and blood of the cunning Wulin and share it with everyone?
Beast feast, beast feast, beast meat feast.
Just cooked the cunning beast meat and distributed it to everyone. Is it necessary to make it so grand?
Chen Xun thought to himself, Zong Ya didn't know from which corner he got out, caught him and asked:
"Axun, where have you been hiding this day? If you don't show up, Grandpa won't let me go to find you?"
Zong Ya's temperament was too straightforward, and he couldn't hide things in his young belly. A Gong Zongya specially ordered that he must not tell him about silk books and other things; besides, there are eight or nine followers behind Zong Ya, and they can't hide them in their stomachs. Live secretly.
"Yes, that is, where have you been hiding these few days, Zong Ya said that you dragged the cunning beast back. We can carry such a heavy cunning beast, five or six of us, how did you drag it back? "The teenagers who followed Zong Ya hadn't seen Chen Xun for several days, and they all gathered around and asked.
After returning to the stockade, Chen Xun first lay in a shack to recuperate, and then he got a silk book from A Gongzongtu to practice. He did not have any contact with people in the stockade for three days.
He asked Zong Ya to hold him, just smile at him: "My injury is not healed. I still lie in bed and sleep all day. Grandpa is probably afraid that you will drag me around..."
Zong Ya looked at Chen Xun and saw that he was alive and kicking. Apart from the scars that took a few days to disappear, he could no longer see where he was injured.
"Although you haven't practiced brutal martial arts, you are stronger than Zongling and the others. Zongling Hu said that he has found that feeling after practicing brutal martial arts. The stone pier in front of the stockade can also be opened far away. I want you to wrestle your wrists and want to win back the iron wood bow that lost you last time-I can't find you."
Zong Ling is the son of Zong Sang, and is a cousin with Zong Ya-but there is no such saying in the Wumang tribe-he and Nanxi, the son of Nanli, are the three most outstanding teenagers of Wumang.
Nan Xi was rather cold at this time, standing far away, with arms folded, it seemed to Zong Ya that Zong Ling had "find that little feeling" for practicing martial arts, and he was disdainful.
Chen Xun was surprised.
For Man Wu, it is very important to be able to train the Man Soul combat martial arts to the minimum level of body and intention in the early stage.
Only by practicing the body and mind can you enlighten the soul. This is the most critical step.
Like Zong Ling, who was only twelve years old, he found "that little feeling", which meant that he was half a step away from the threshold of truly entering the Barbarian Soul training, and his aptitude was not slightly worse than Zong Ya.
"How do you dare to compare?" Zong Ling was slightly thinner, staring at Chen Xun, who was silent with dark eyes, for fear that he would say "no".
Chen Xun smiled bitterly: "I accidentally dropped the iron-wood bow down the cliff when I went back into the mountain. Don’t you know? Unless you want to win the broken iron-wood bow back, otherwise I can I can't find anything to bet with you!"
"You can bet against me with Long Fang!" Zong Ling was young, yet he didn't hide his thoughts, and exposed his thoughts in a few words.
"Tang Fang?" Chen Xun looked at Zong Ya suspiciously, not knowing what was going on.
Zong Ya mysteriously took out two long fangs from the skins of the portable beast, it was the two white and translucent fangs of the cunning beast, and said: "Everyone said these two long fangs are what you deserve. Grandpa asked me to bring it to you..." He said that he wanted to give it, but he couldn't bear to grasp the two fangs.
The cunning beast was in the Tushan Mountain. Xiaoyao had been happy for hundreds of years. When he was about to form a demon pill, he was struck by lightning and died.
These two fangs were knocked with the sound of gold and stone, and they rushed out of the mountain. I don't know how many times they had hit the stone and wood in the deep stream of the ravine. There was no broken pattern. They were tough and sharp.
Mangyaling does not produce copper and iron, and good fine iron swords and spears come from the city of Canglan two or three thousand miles away.
Even the mid-level barbarians in the Wumeng Division cannot handle a fine iron sword and spear. Ordinary people still use stone blades and wooden spears to participate in hunting.
Zong Ya has a bronze dagger in his hand, which makes many brutal young men in the village look greedy.
Now there are two cunning beasts with fangs that are stronger and sharper than fine iron swords and spears. It is no wonder that they Manzhaizi asked him to beat his wrists, and they wanted to win back these two cunning beasts.
Seeing that Zong Ya was also reluctant to give up, Chen Xun pointed to the bronze sword on his waist and said, "You take the bronze sword for my long tooth."
Hearing what Chen Xun said, Zong Ya immediately excited, and hurriedly drew the bronze dagger in the straw rope belt to Chen Xun, for fear that Chen Xun would regret it next time: "Here you, grandpa wants to ask, you must say it's you Take the initiative to change with me."
Chen Xun stuck the bronze dagger around his waist and handed another cunning beast tooth to Zong Ling:
"Last time I entered the mountain, I walked a little farther, so I wanted your iron wood bow to defend yourself. I would give it back to you if I wanted to use it. I don't want to fall off the cliff and break it in two. I break my wrist now, I can't beat you, this I will pay you for long teeth..."
"Really?" Zong Ling was surprised and pleased, looking at Chen Xun not so sure.
He thought in his heart that he lost Tiemu Gong to Chen Xun, and the man should win this long tooth by his own ability, but he did not have the full confidence to win Chen Xun...
Seeing Zong Ling's entangled face, Chen Xun laughed and turned to ignore him.
The Wu Gongzong figured high morale and tried to reconsider Chen Xun to stay, but the other tribesmen did not fully accept him as an alien boy.
The Wumeng people kept secrets about the old things in the past and were reluctant to mention them, but Chen Xun could still feel that the Wumeng people had a deep hostility towards foreigners.
However, under the leadership of Zong Ya and Zong Ling, the young people in the stockade had nothing to do with Chen Xun.
Whether he was thinking of the crow python's kindness to accept him, or to make a good relationship with the rising stars of the crow pythons like Zong Ya and Zong Ling, Chen Xun would not be reluctant to bear a cunning beast fang, and he was not really a petty kid.
Seeing that Chen Xun gave him the fangs so easily, Zong Ling couldn’t help himself. He also generously untied the animal skin bag tied to his waist and spread out the "exotic treasures" he had collected. Seeking to see: "If you have anything you are satisfied with, take it away and count me for your long teeth."
"Long wordy, as if I am a stingy person." Chen Xun pretended to be dissatisfied.
Zong Ya also laughed at Zong Ling: "Just your bag is broken and you really want to change it. Can Ah Xun replace Long Fang for you?"
Zong Ling scratched his head in embarrassment, waiting for Chen Xun to feel closer.
At this moment, the Nanli leader came out of the stone temple carrying a huge skeleton, and immediately attracted the minds of the young people.
The snow-white snake-shaped bones were coiled into a ball, like a huge stone mill, and the two middle-ranked martial artists were carrying wooden poles, looking like they were struggling.
"Ah, Grandpa wants to refine the beast feast with the cunning beast!" Zong Ya was also surprised to watch the tribe lift the crow python bones on the earth platform and throw them into the copper cauldron.
The black snake is a sacred totem, but there is a snake valley a hundred miles west of Shizhai. The black snake is the king of snakes and is extremely poisonous.
The most important single medicine for refining Wumang Dan is Wumang Snake Saliva from Snake Valley.
Chen Xun had seen an eleven or two-meter-long black python in Snake Valley, and he was already huge and without friends, but if the snake skeleton was unfolded, it would be twenty or thirty meters long. He thought to himself that this black python was before his death. How many years has it been grown?
In Chen Xun's heart, the Wumeng Department was afraid that he would take out all the good things at the bottom of the box and cook it with the cunning beast, right?