Chapter 12: The distant Canglan

The morning sun was faintly exposed, and the remnants of the beast's soul that was sucked by the remnants gradually exhausted, the invisible force field released gradually weakened, and there was no effect of tempering, and the soul sacrifice beast feast came to an end.
The altar of fire was extinguished, and only some burnt wood was left. The copper cauldron was put down, and there was still a lot of meat in it.
Nanli, Zongsang, and other middle-level and above brutal martial artists, smiled, surrounded the bonfire with muddy fruit wine, and drank bowls of warm meat soup from the copper cauldron, cheering and laughing. .
Zong Ya, Zong Ling, Nan Xi and other older teenagers did not leave after the soul sacrifice, pulling Chen Xun and sitting by the fire, begging for a bowl of fruit wine with the adults.
Nanli, Zongsang and others have enlightened brutal souls. Although they have a total of fifteen or six people, they are the real backbone of the Wumang tribe.
They drank the meat soup, and then practiced after returning. They can absorb the medicine and have a pure blood without the assistance of a pretty image.
This banquet has greatly benefited Nanli and Zongsang. Drinking bowls of meat soup is comparable to the practice of the past three or five years; however, Zong Ya and Zong have benefited the most. Ling these young black pythons.
At this time, Chen Xun could clearly feel a stronger aura from Zong Ya, Zong Ling, and Nanxi’s son Nanxi than last night, and their bodies were more than ten times more refined after being tempered overnight. The bloodline will lay a deep foundation for their brutal martial arts practice.
The picture of the Wugongzong who was twice older than before, told a few old people in the village to walk down from the altar with his arms. They were so weak that they were too weak to stand. They sat in the fire and drank a bowl of meat soup to restore a little energy. Said:
"When the Su Clan was not out of Tushan Mountain, Wu Mang ruled the roost to the west of Tushan Mountain and gave orders to the ministries. At that time, the Soul Sacrifice Beast Feast could be held almost once a month, and it took three days and three nights to close. , Decades of savings, the beast feast was exhausted in one night..."
Nan Li smiled cheerfully: "When Zongya, Zongya, and Nanxi grow up, they will surely lead the tribe to go farther, hunt more wild beasts and exotic birds, and let Uncle come to the main beast feast! Maybe Twenty or thirty years later, Wumang will still have a chance to move back to Canglan..."
"Canglan!" Wu Gong Zongtu looked at the northern sky fascinatingly.
Canglan!
Chen Xun didn't even have the ability to walk out of the mountains with a radius of a hundred miles. Naturally, he didn't even know what happened to the Canglan Wasteland south of Mangya Ridge.
According to the Western Wilderness Classic, Canglan, south of Mangyaling and west of Tushan, is a wasteland adjacent to Yunzhou in the Western Wilderness Extremity. There is a pass in Tushan that connects with Canglan and is also a cloud. It is the only way to go out of Tushan Mountain and enter the Extinct Western Wilderness Region.
Every spring when the ice melts, Canglan will be covered with five-colored fragments of small flowers and plants, and the Thousand-mile Wasteland will be colorful.
And 800 years ago, there was also the place where the ancestors of Wumang lived for generations, and it was also the place where the ancestors of Wumang shed too much blood and tears.
The extremity of the Western Desolation, with a vast area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, the Mangya Ridge, which stretches for thousands of miles, is just a tiny drop in it. Chen Xun never had the opportunity to walk out of Mangya Ridge. Naturally, it is difficult to imagine the vastness of this world; After the phase, he was full of yearning for this world.
Wugongzong tried to restrain his turbulent mood, with soft and tired eyes, and turned to Chen Xun's body, and then said to Nan Li and others: "The ancestor spirit did not refuse Ah Xun's approach, but he is a foreigner after all. Let Axun learn some combat skills from Zongsang in the future..."
"A Xun was under the pretty image just now, and he obviously also felt it. His potential is so great, shouldn't he be admitted to the clan, and let him and Zong Ling to understand the pretty image together? How can Abba speak without counting!" Sang was the first to jump out to question.
The public discussion before the soul sacrifice clearly stated that it was a good thing, and it was also what Abba and Nan Li were fighting for. Zongsang couldn't think of it, but Abba changed his mind first.
Seeing Abba's expression resolute, Zongsang stood up anxiously, picked up a huge boulder from the square, pointed at Chen Xun and said, "Axun, you hold this stone up and let Grandpa see how much your potential is. !"
There are a lot of boulders placed on the edge of the square, which are used for the strength of the martial arts, ranging from one hundred to ten catties to three to five hundred catties.
Before Ah Xun could barely lift six hundred catties of boulders, it was comparable to a barbaric martial artist of the third level.
Zongsang moved this huge boulder with his hand. It was as tall as his own. It was a two-thousand-jin strength training stone. Chen Xun looked hesitant. How could he lift these heavy boulders?
"Try it quickly, let the shaman see how strong you are!" other brutal warriors also called out.
Chen Xun tried to put his hand on the edge of the boulder, and he felt that the rock had taken roots on the ground, but he sank down and his arms surged, and he felt that even if the rock had taken roots, it was not impossible to tear it off. After shaking it twice, he hugged the stone in a hurry.
However, Chen Xun could only do this step. No matter how hard he felt, the tendons that were as tight as a bowstring on his back would be pulled apart.
Chen Xun threw the boulder down with a "bang", and he was also shocked: He returned from dragging the cunning scales back to the village. It took only three days, but he only took a black mang pill and drank three bowls. Meat soup, strength has soared three times!
"Drink, drink, drink!" The group of people around the fire did not expect that Chen Xun could really hug the boulder, and thought that he could shake the boulder.
Two thousand catties of boulders are trivial to the upper-level brute force, but to the middle-level brute force, not everyone can hold it.
At this time, everyone was looking at Wu Gong Zongtu, and it would be a shame if a young man like Ah Xun was not from the Wu Mang tribe.
Wu Gongzong Tu narrowed his muddy eyes and shook his head firmly: "The rules that have been set up first can't be changed!"
Zongsang was so angry that he wanted to pull off a few sparse white beards on his father's chin. What broke the rules? Isn't it the big loss that he has suffered from the Su family before?
"Uncle, you said, should A Xun join the clan?" Zongsang asked the old people in the village sitting next to his father.
"Nan Li, what do you think?" several old middle-aged people in the village asked Nan Li.
In addition to the witch, the patriarch is headed.
Nan Li also wondered why Wu Gong Zongtu’s attitude had changed so much before and after. Although he no longer insisted on rejecting Chen Xun’s entry into the clan, he also had other worries. He remained silent for a long time and said, "Uncle should have his consideration, Ah Xun. It’s better to learn combat skills from Zongsang first."
Chen Xun knew in his heart that once he became a member of the Wumang tribe, he would bear the responsibility of protecting the Wumang like Nanli, Zongsang, and Zongya.
A Gongzong tried to change his original intention. With this arrangement, he didn't want the black python to restrain his hands and feet.
It's just that in this world, he has nothing to do with him except Wumang. Wouldn't he be a member of the Wumang tribe, and this love can be discarded?
Chen Xun bowed his head with gratitude to A Gongzong...

With permission from De Zongtu, Nan Li, and others, every time Chen Xun returned from picking medicine in the next few months, he would first go to the square in front of the stone hall and follow Zong Sang and others to practice Wu Mang's bow and spear combat skills.
The bonfire was blazing, shining as bright as day on the square.
Zong Ya held a sharp spear polished from animal bones, and stepped on his footwork to dance a cloud of gray, endless spear shadows of blue light.
The Wumang Jiuyou war spear is divided into nine postures of piercing and splitting, sweeping and stabbing, and licking and collapsing.
Each spear posture is supplemented by asynchronous methods such as straddling, stepping, stepping, and sweeping, and there are dozens of variations.
But seeing Zongya's body in the dark blue light and spear shadow, each spear strike has a different change, supplemented by punches and kicks, the shouting in his mouth is shaking, the whole person is like thunder rolling on the ground, and it will be bones when touched. Broken limbs, terrifying momentum.
Not only was the Wu Mang boy looking around, he was full of envy and horror, wondering when he could practice the spear in his hand to this level. He even stood on the edge of the stone temple square and supervised the youngsters of the clan with Zongsang. Several mid-level brutal fighters who practiced combat skills saw Zong Ya wielding a black python war spear so fiercely, and their faces were surprised and surprised. I really can’t think that Zong Ya, who is only fourteen years old, has been with them now. Strength side by side.
In time, it is not impossible for Zong Ya to grow into a new generation of savage powerhouse of Wu Mang.
Zong Ya's rapid growth during this time has a direct relationship with the soul sacrifice beast feast.
Not only Zongya, but also Zongling, Nanxi and other black pythons, their barbaric martial arts training have shown great potential, and they have made great progress in a short time. After the strength of the core barbarians such as Zongsang and Nanli, not only Dare to go farther, go deeper into the depths of Mangyaling, and dare to hunt more powerful beasts.
More wild beasts means more meat; more powerful wild beasts mean that pure flesh and blood can nourish the blood.
The Soul Sacrifice Beast Feast made the Wu Mang Tribe enter a more vigorous and virtuous circle. Returning from hunting, Zongsang, Nan Liao and others, in addition to their own practice, also doubled their efforts to supervise Zong Ya and other teenagers to practice. One day the Python Department can regain its former glory.
Zong Sang was even more proud, and patted his boy Zong Ling on the shoulder: "You learn from Zong Ya! If you have some achievements, your tail will be up to the sky. You are far away from Zong Ya!"
Zong Ling is already enlightened, but the child has not changed his temperament. He narrowed his mouth and said to him disdainfully: "Zong Ya is two years older than me."
Zong Ling's words were exchanged for Zong Sang's big ear scrape.
Zongsang yelled at his son: "Go away, train Lao Tzu with a spear. If you don't want it, you'll be quick!"
Zong Ling touched his head aggrievedly, and said: "I said I can't hit the head, I was stupid." Seeing his eyes stared like a copper bell, I hurried to the corner to practice the spear.
Chen Xun saw that Zong Sang was strong and strong, but he was funny with Zong Ling, and even if Zong Ling rushed to the corner, he concentrated on watching Zong Ya practice his spear.
Chen Xunling knew people well, and saw Zongya dancing the bone spear out of black light. The power was amazing, but only when the bone spear stabbed back, it doubled to reveal the strong penetrating power, and the power was far from ordinary spear combat skills and .
Compared with the image of the Nine Nether Barbarian Soul painted by the animal skin, Zong Ya, who is holding a spear and stabbing backwards at this time, can be regarded as the first three points of charm. In fact, Zong Ya is immersed in the spear technique, and his body is in harmony with his mind. The Barbarian Soul is unconsciously looming in the Sea of ​​Divine Soul Consciousness, displaying the mysterious power of the Barbarian Soul.
The core of Wumang's brutal martial arts heritage for thousands of years is the inverse scale and thorn painted by that animal skin portrait.
This is comparable to the topography of the sky marks and the thorn of Dao Yun Tiancheng. The barbarians called it the barbaric soul war martial, and it was also the origin of the Wumang Jiuyou war spear.
The ancestors of the Wumang family for dozens of generations have been constantly comprehending and improving from the image, and the Nine Nether War Spear, which has evolved from a stab at the scale, is the fighting technique of the Mangya Ling.
However, looking at Zongya's dancing spear, Chen Xun has a deeper understanding:
Although the barbaric soul warfare that the barbaric soul possesses is extremely powerful, fighting against the enemy still needs to be supplemented by complete and varied combat skills to truly exert its power.
With such a comprehension, Chen Xun not only practiced the Jiuyou War Spear, but also practiced martial arts skills with Zongsang every day. He hoped that when fighting the enemy, he could fully utilize the power of the five powers of the Dapeng Secret Fist. .