Standing on the top of the mountain, the sun was rising. Hou Zi took a deep breath and saw the crowds of people.
He needs to get in touch with the indigenous people here, and at least know where this place is? How far is it from the continental shelf? Is there anything special?
Red Quail took him swimming for dozens of days, but some of that time was spent eating. It was not the mother of Red Quail, but her cubs. They needed a lot of food every day during the growth period, so it was impossible to judge him by time and speed.
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Moreover, during this period, his main focus was on healing, and he had no time to pay attention to the external situation.
Walking down the mountain, try to be less aggressive and hide the stick in the sleeves of your robe; in a strange place, the first principle is not to conflict with the indigenous people.
After walking a short distance, he suddenly stopped and spread his hands to show that he meant no harm. He tried to smile as naturally as possible and tried not to overreact...
Then, five or six natives wearing simple grass skirts jumped out from behind the trees, from the ditch, and from the bushes. Some were aiming bows and arrows at him, some were eager to try, and some were holding blowpipes on their lips.
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But none of this could offset his surprise, because these natives were all blue!
Is this a blue-blooded person?
When Hou Zi was in Anhe and Shan, all he saw were normal Jinxiu people, with no difference in appearance. But after arriving at Linhai Mirage City, he was lucky enough to see all kinds of people.
For example, there were all kinds of people, including those who were particularly black, those who were particularly white, those who were particularly short, and those with long tails, which made him aware of the diversity of races in the Splendid Continent.
However, this was the first time he had seen the particularly blue one; he seemed to have never seen similar records when reading mainland history, or maybe his knowledge was not broad enough?
In this way, he remained in a state of obedience, non-resistance, and resignation. His face almost froze with laughter and he couldn't relax; because in the other party's noisy and his simple shouting, he discovered an embarrassing fact: the language barrier.
Practitioners never worry about language problems, because their learning ability after their brains are opened is very terrifying. For a new language, it only takes a few days to master basic daily conversations, as long as there is a sufficient language environment
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He was sufficiently submissive to prevent the situation from slipping into an uncontrollable situation. He was held up with a spear and returned to a gathering place several miles away. Then, inevitably, he attracted more people's curiosity.
Just as he was curious about the skin color of these people, they were equally curious about him.
It was a bit troublesome, because he couldn't even communicate with these people through gestures and body language, and the two languages were completely incompatible; and according to his estimation, looking at the living environment of the indigenous people here, their level of civilization may not have reached the stage of creating writing.
The Splendid Continent was a continent that had existed for tens of thousands of years, and it was incredible to him that there was such a place.
But I was relieved immediately. It is conceivable that due to the obstruction of the sea and the complex and dangerous ocean environment, ordinary merchant ships cannot come here; practitioners can also not come here because they cannot fly. When they get close to here, they will fall into the sea due to difficulty in the operation of mana.
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When a monk encounters such a situation in the sea, his first reaction is to turn around and leave instead of swimming over.
Without external cultural inheritance, it is normal for the relatively ancient clan and tribal culture to be maintained here.
This kind of tribal nature determines that the natives here may be very barbaric, but they are also relatively simple and direct, and there are not so many nine-turn ileum.
They gave him food and arranged a hut for him to live in, but they did not allow him to move freely. There were always two guys who looked like tribal warriors following him.
Hou Zi tried his best to cooperate. From the moment he set foot on this land, he reminded himself not to regard himself as a superior person; the only difference between him and them is that he was reborn in a different place. Maybe his living environment is more comfortable. , but people here may not be happier.
Blue Mountain people dance every day, around the bonfire, dancing primitive dances imitating various animals to vent their excess energy.
Hou Zi chose to join their dance circle. It didn’t matter whether his movements were standard or not. Even if he was clumsy, no Lanshan people would laugh at him. On the contrary, there would always be enthusiastic people to correct his dancing postures, and the relationship would become harmonious during the dance together. .
This is respect for the Blue Mountain culture and the best way to express goodwill; as for whether the dance is beautiful or not, it doesn’t matter. I think their dance may be too simple and barbaric and full of desire. On the other hand, if one day the Blue Mountain people Watching the dances of these so-called civilized people, you will feel that they are too hypocritical and artificial, and you dare not express your inner desires. What kind of dance are you dancing?
This is a matriarchal society, so the women are the ones watching and the men are dancing.
This is the only thing that makes it a little difficult for Hou Zi to accept, because the focus of dance is actually to show off one's posture, show off one's coquettishness, and show one's masculine characteristics in various ways, which is a bit difficult.
Hou Zi can imitate the movements without any problems, but the key to this kind of thing is the indescribable... essence. Therefore, in the eyes of the Blue Mountain people, his dancing is very bad.
It's bad, it's bad. He's afraid of being noticed by the Blue Mountain women here again, so this is the best; some aesthetics cannot be changed, such as color. He is used to white and greasy, and he really can't face a blue body. It's like a body full of poison.
So during the daily dance after dinner, Hou Zi successfully reduced his two surveillance soldiers from two to one, and then from one to no one to monitor him, and finally regained his freedom.
He knew that these unscrupulous natives had no hidden tricks. No one was watching, so no one was watching. It was not that they were hiding something bad behind their backs, but he did not leave.
Where to go? If he doesn't want to conflict with the natives, he can change places and tribes. He will have to go through everything over again, so why bother?
So he continued to stay in the small tribe and began to go hunting with the men; in this regard, he showed his unparalleled advantages, won the respect of the warriors, and also won a spear that was exclusive to him.
At this point, he was truly accepted as a member of the tribe, had his own hut, and was able to get his own share of the prey as a matter of course. This was achieved a month after he landed ashore.
Here, he has friends, and he also has aggressive eyes that occasionally show possessiveness to him, which makes him, who has always been fearless, not feel cold but also embarrassed.
He must speed up his pace, otherwise it will be troublesome for the tribesmen to treat him as one of his own.
