Chapter 5: Wild state of life

The Shizhai in the Wumeng Division was built in a steep gorge between two mountains. The surrounding area was also confused by the flood of yesterday; however, the wall made of huge rocks was seven or eight meters high and prevented the flood from rushing into the village. .
In addition to resisting the torrents that rushed down from the mountains, the wall was built high and thick, and the main thing was to guard against raids by wild beasts in the mountains and other tribes.
Shizhai occupies the gorge alone, and also seals the road from this gorge to the mountain. The deep mountains up from the south are all circled as hunting areas of the Wumeng Division.
Although there are endless prey in the deep mountains of Mangyaling, it means more danger.
Not to mention other wild alien species, just a black scale cunning can crush the entire stone village.
At this time, thinking about it is also scary, if this cunning cunning comes out of the mountain alive, Wu Mang Shizhai is most likely the first place to be washed by this cunning cunning blood.
More than a thousand people live in groups. Compared with the dense population of the earth, it can only be regarded as a small village, but it is quite a small village on the northern of Mangyaling.
When Chen Xun walked up to the stone ridge in front of the village, he could see the situation in the walls of Xiakou Village. Hundreds of low earthen houses and wooden houses were scattered randomly, and several tall stone temples surrounded the empty square in the center.
It was a public office, a place where the tribesmen discussed and offered sacrifices. It was also the ancestral shrine and public warehouse of the Wu Mang tribe, where the Wugong Zongtu and the minor grandson Zongya lived there.
Under the leadership of Man Wu, adult males go out and hunt in the mountains. They usually have to walk for several days before they can harvest. Women and the elderly pick fruits and wild vegetables near the village.
There is no farming, animal husbandry, only fishing and hunting and natural wild vegetables and fruits, but also to prevent tyrannical beasts from coming out of mountains and other tribes' attacks and looting. It is really not easy to feed thousands of people.
Survival in the wild is extremely difficult.
In Manzhai, there are children running around with bare buttocks, regardless of gender; children over eight or nine years old are considered juveniles in the Wumeng Department, and either go out with women and old people to collect wild fruits, wild vegetables, and wild valleys, or Practice assiduously under the guidance of the left-behind man.
And a Wumang teenager like Zongya who has reached the age of fourteen is already considered an adult in the stockade, and he has to take on more responsibilities. He must go out of the village with the barbarian early to go fishing and hunting everywhere. Participate in the fight between the clans for the hunting area.
Seeing everyone here carrying the giant beast, the bare-bottomed children and the martial arts teenagers in the stockade all ran out in a swarm, stepping on the muddy washed by the flood, and running around the cunning beasts screaming and singing. Chen Xun heard a very noisy song.
However, all of this is full of warmth in Chen Xun's heart. This is where he has taken him in for three years.
There was a heavy rain just yesterday, and there were no drainage facilities in the stockade. Naturally, it was muddy with water everywhere.
Chen Xun lay on Zong Ya's back, letting him enter the village with his deep and shallow back.

The shack built of stone and wood is half a foot deep with water.
Sitting down on the slate bed covered with animal skins, Chen Xun saw that Zong Ya was a little restless, knowing that the Soul Sacrifice Beast Feast was a rare ceremony in the Black Python Ministry, and that Zong Ya was still a young man and was curious, so he urged him to help in the stone temple:
"There is nothing wrong with me. Go find Grandpa, maybe Grandpa has something to tell you."
"Are you really okay?" Zong Ya wanted to run over a long time ago to watch Grandpa and Uncle discussing with Nan Li about the soul sacrifice, but he was not relieved of Chen Xun's injuries.
"What can I do?" Chen Xun said.
"Well, if you have anything to do, let someone call me; this is for you." Zong Ya took out a small package of animal skins from his arms, stuffed it into Chen Xun's hands, turned around and left the shack.
He walked in a panic, and forgot to lower his head when he left the shack. He banged on the door shelf with a "bang", almost knocking down Chen Xun's shabby shack.
Chen Xun shook his head and smiled bitterly, opening the thing Zongya stuffed him, but he didn't expect it to be another black mang pill.
Zong Ya practiced brutal martial arts, which was at the critical period of breaking through the third level and entering the middle-rank brutal martial arts. This Wu Mang Dan was used by A Gong Zong Tu Province.
Chen Xun knew that Zong Ya didn't talk much, but his temper was straightforward, and he would never take back the things he gave him. This also caused him a headache, so he could only put this Wu Mang Pill next to him.
During the first few months of Chen Xun's stay in Wumeng, he lived with Zongtu and Zongya in the public stone house.
However, let's not say that he is an outsider, he is a child of the Wumeng Division, and he has to support himself when he is thirteen or fourteen.
After living in the public stone house for a few months, with the help of Zong Ya, he found a vacant land near the public stone house and felled logs to build his own shack.
The shacks are simple and airy. Except for the earthen stove, the slate bed covered with animal skin mattresses, and a few indented clay pots, there is nothing else, but here Chen finds his shelter in the black python and the deserted mountains. The place.
After taking the black python pill Zongsang gave him, Chen Xun's scars looked terrible and took some days to fall off, but Chen Xun's body had actually recovered.
After eating up the roe deer and mutton, he throws away the medicine basket at night in order to save a bit of effort; if he doesn't want to delay going up the mountain to collect medicine later, he has to make up another medicine basket from the mountain rattan at this time.
At present, Chen Xun can only use various methods to squeeze his body's limits to develop his potential, strengthen his body, and consume a lot of money.
Although Chen Xun's strength and physical strength are comparable to elementary level two or three barbarian martial arts, the elementary level barbaric martial artist of the Wu Mang Division is not only physically strong, but also proficient in bow and spear combat skills.
In Chen Xun's eyes, the mid-level barbarians who enlightened the souls were even more like killing machines. They were the core and main force of the Wumeng Tribe's roots in the depths of Mangya Ridge, fishing and hunting.
Chen Xun is not qualified to be the main force. Every time he goes out to hunt and fish with Wu Mang Manwu, the food he gets is still very limited, which is far from enough to meet the consumption of his special training method.
Fortunately, in the past three years, Chen Xun followed the Agongzong Tu to learn the savage language, and he was able to identify 30 or 40 kinds of herbs in Mang Yaling, which became his ability to settle down in the village.
There are more than 300 middle-aged males in the stockade, and there are more than 100 barbarians who practice combat skills, but they have the patience to recognize five or six hundred barbaric characters with A Gongzong, and can identify and refine Wu Mang Dan II. There are not many people with 30 herbs.
Even Zongya was barely able to recognize the characters of the savage characters under A Gongzongtu’s stick. But if he wanted to learn how to make witch medicine, it would be better to ask him to take a rope and hang himself on a stone beam. Come on.

Chen Xun made up the medicine basket, Zong Ya went to the shack again to look for him, and took a large piece of roasted wild pork and stuffed him with it.
Chen Xun eats a lot now, and can't eat Wumangdan as a meal. After returning home, he made up a medicine basket. He hadn't eaten for most of the day. At this time, he saw the wild boar that was overflowing with oil, and his stomach was even panicked. When I took it, I gnawed.
Zong Ya hugged his head and slept on the stone bed covered with animal skins. He saw several volumes of animal skin books lying on the bedside. They were all written on witch medicine refining methods. He had a headache when he saw these, but Chen Xun didn’t expect Chen Xun to read them. With relish, I turned over and asked:
"You don't really want to stay in the stockade as a witch doctor forever?"
The silk book of "Western Wilderness Classic" is also a picture of Wugongzong, which is also unintentionally obtained; the manuscripts of the Wumang tribe are mainly written with tanned and thinned animal skins and written with a black sap pen in the mountains; while the seal-carved barbarians The tortoise shell is a "sacred object" in the Wu Python.
If he couldn't get out of Mangyaling, Chen Xun thought that he would stay in the Wumang Department, and the best way out was to become a witch doctor. He also recently studied witch medicine refining with A Gongzong.
These animal skin medicine books were all shown to him by A Gongzong.
Although the natural medicinal stone in Mangyaling is completely different from that of the earth, Chen Xun believes that some pharmacology is still the same, which is also his advantage in studying witch medicine in Wumang.
It's just that Wumang Dan, a rare witch medicine that can develop the human body's potential and temper the blood, needs to be refined with the secret brutality of the Wumang Department.
As an outsider, Chen Xun could not practice the occultism of the black pythons. Even if he stayed as a witch doctor, even if he could improve and modify common witch drugs based on what he had learned before on the earth, he could only become a fan. witch.
Thinking of whether there is still a chance to walk out of the Mangyaling mountains in this life, to see the outside world, and whether there is still a slim chance to return to the earth and meet his relatives, Chen Xun is also sad.
Seeing Chen Xun bowed his head and said nothing, Zong Ya also knew what he was thinking. He looked outside the door. No one passed by the shack and told Chen Xun:
"Just now during the discussion in the stone temple, grandpa said that you made a great contribution this time and should admit you into the clan. In the end, Uncle Nan Li and the others reluctantly agreed to let you participate in the soul sacrifice three days later. If you are approved by the ancestor spirit when you worship, Just pass on your brutal combat skills."
"I am not from the Wumeng tribe, how can I be recognized by the Wumeng ancestor spirit?" Chen Xun smiled bitterly.
Although Chen Xun had not practiced the barbaric secret technique, he also learned some basic principles from Zong Ya.
Not to mention Mang Yaling, that is, the hundreds of wild tribes around Tushan have the true blood of Xianman in their bodies, but the inheritance of thousands of years of thousands of years, the true blood of Xianman in most tribes has become thin.
In the early stage of brutal martial arts training, it is more about fighting the body, strengthening the vitality and blood. After the brutal soul is enlightened, it is the first step to truly enter the barrier of brutal martial arts training.
Only by enlightening the soul can the mysterious power of Xianman's true blood be activated, and the muscles, bones, skin and flesh can be tempered.
When the physical body is tempered to the point where it is reborn and reborn, the first drop of true blood can be condensed in the body of the man, and the man will be promoted to the Tianman with powerful force and vertical and horizontal wilderness.
Wumang was once a famous clan in Mangyaling. There were dozens of stone villages around Mangyaling, 20,000 to 30,000 people, and even built a city in the wasteland south of Mangyaling. But thirty years ago, it was the last one. The famous Wu Mang Tian was ruined, and Wu Mang quickly defeated, and a group of strong enemies drove to the deep mountain stone village north of Mang Ya Ling to breathe.
Chen Xun couldn’t know what was going on with the Soul Sacrifice. It’s just that he was inexplicably brought to this world from the earth and had nothing to do with the savage bloodline inherited from the black python family. How could he get the ancestral spirit of the black python ancestor? Approval, and Enlightened Barbaric Soul?
Zong Ya scratched his head, and didn't know how to explain to Chen Xun, but told him what Grandpa said:
"Grandpa said that all things have anims, and that all human races are of the race of gods and demons. There is one source for all sects. Grandpa said, how this is a chance you deserve, and whether it can be achieved, you have to try it."
No matter how slim the opportunity is, as long as there is a chance, Chen Xun has some expectations.
"Grandpa said that when he is free, he will specifically talk to you about this. Don't say that I have already told you." Zong Ya was afraid of grandpa's scolding, and gave Chen Xun an extra sentence.