"Look, what is painted on this mural?" Yu Wenyou couldn't help but asked as if he was walking in a muffled voice and feeling a little depressed.
"When it comes to trying to figure out the murals, no one dares to take first place even though Xiaopang takes second place." Xi Zhuo curled his lips half-jokingly.
"Let Xiaopang take a look and explain it to everyone."
Xiaopang really couldn't hold back his words at this moment.
Along the way, he looked east and west following the afterglow of the night pearl, and kept looking at the murals on both sides.
However, except for himself, no one is interested in these murals...
He was too embarrassed to talk in a place like this, lest he be beaten by Brother Qiuhan and the others.
Now I finally heard Yu Wenyou raise his head, and Xiaopang couldn't control his chatter: "Based on my observations along the way."
"These murals record the origin, growth and life of an ancient tribe."
"This mural also reveals a lot about the economic environment, political factors and other issues at that time."
Everyone couldn't help but twitch their lips.
Taking a look at the mottled murals, with several pieces peeled off, I felt like I couldn't think of so many...
"Look! There are some very powerful elders in this tribe."
"They should be the ones at the helm responsible for the decision-making direction of the entire tribe."
Xiaopang pointed at one of the murals and talked.
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.
I saw three suns and four moons in the sky of the mural, and underneath were a group of old men wearing red cloaks and holding staffs, gathered together as if they were discussing something.
Xiaopang then led everyone to look at another painting: "Look! There are so many moons and suns on the mural in front, this one is normal! Everything is growing prosperously, which shows that this tribe is developing in a good direction."
"Among the old men, the oldest one fell to the ground."
"It shows that these elders paid a very heavy price under the living environment at that time."
"It was probably them who shot down the extra sun and moon."
Jiang Nai:……
Shoot the sun? Why do you feel like Little Fatty is more capable than me in talking about fairy tales?
Xiaopang didn't see the expressionless expressions on everyone's faces looking at him...
This guy continued to talk:
"Then the tribesmen made totem statues for these old men to record their contribution to this."
"Hey, look, there are dotted lines of light and shadow painted in front of this totem statue. Does this seem like these tribesmen are dedicating their faith?"
Jiang Nai's eyelids twitched and his vision suddenly froze.
The Xuanjian Peak disciples felt that Little Fatty was very unreliable at first, but when they suddenly heard the word "faith power", their eyes all focused on him.
"Wow, look, this tribe is starting to develop rapidly."
"Make your own clan emblem and imprint, and start to thrive." Xiaopang browsed through the murals, and the story became more and more fluent.
He pointed to a painting next to him and said, "Look, several other small tribes around this tribe are prostrate on the ground and bow their heads. They pay tribute to them and worship them like gods."
As Xiaopang was talking, he suddenly slapped his thigh and suddenly had an idea, "Wow, this mural couldn't be... recording the origin and development history of the ancient gods, right?"
Everyone looked stunned and stepped forward to look at the mural.
Zhuo Yi opened his mouth and said, "When you put it like that, it seems... it does look similar."