For the sake of silkworm spider eggs, Wu Qiudao decided to escort Xiu Niang home.
But! Just go home, Wu Qiudao will never stay overnight! As long as he gets the silkworm spider eggs, he will find a way back to the surface! But once again, he will never give this spider spirit another opportunity to take advantage of.
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Just like that, Wu Qiudao held his nose and buttoned off the two long teeth of the chisel. He found a larger piece of cloth from the broken jacket and wrapped it up, preparing to use it to exchange for some training materials with the evil Taoist master.
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After he had removed the two long teeth, Xiu Niang stepped forward and expertly hollowed out the internal organs and bones of the chisel teeth. Then she wrapped the remaining body in spider silk and carried it on the spider's belly. The two of them carried the moss.
The torch heads towards the Xiling clan land.
To be honest, the spider legs under Xiu Niang are really quite high. When she crawls, her head will hit the ceiling of the mine, so her upper body is usually tilted forward. Coupled with the heavy corpse on the spider's abdomen, this
Wu Qiudao couldn't help but admire her waist strength.
Wu Qiudao hadn't thought about anything yet, but his body seemed to have touched some key words, and he automatically recalled the feeling of breaking through the induction, causing the embroiderer who was leading the way to turn his head and look at it, cover his mouth and smile.
He was a little embarrassed, reached out and pinned the waistband of his trousers, and continued walking as if nothing happened.
As expected, the Xiling clan land was really far away. At first, the two of them had a ride and briefly introduced the similarities and differences between life on the surface and underground. Later, Wu Qiudao ran out of energy to walk, and Xiu Niang even said that he would carry him
He hurried on, but was directly rejected by him out of fear.
Wu Qiudao was a little curious as to why Xiu Niang would go so far away from home when she went out. Xiu Niang told him that although the Xiling clan exchanged farming technology from the Youxiong clan, since the entire Xiling Kingdom sank into the ground, they could no longer
Get sunshine.
In low-light or even no-light environments, the Xiling tribe selected edible fungi and moss for planting. However, simple fungi and moss crops could not support the daily nutritional needs of a Xiling tribe, and they still had to go out to hunt.
To supplement.
Although the underground extends in all directions, and there are many huge rift valleys and livable caves, most of the caves are narrow, making it difficult to use round-up tactics.
In addition, the number of underground creatures is scarce and cannot support the food needs of many people, so most of them go out to hunt alone or in small groups.
Xiu Niang is the second granddaughter of the current patriarch of the Xiling clan. She is 15 years old this year. It is time for her to change her bun into a bun and tie it with a hairpin to tell others that she has reached the age of marriage. Therefore, she needs to be independent.
It’s time to do the haircut ceremony.
The tradition of Jiji of the Xiling clan is that a person goes out to hunt alone. Only when he succeeds in hunting independently can he return to the clan. Even if he dies outside, he cannot ask for help. Otherwise, if he returns to the clan with nothing, he will become a spider slave, and his life will be worse than death.
Wu Qiudao nodded. He didn't find it strange at all. In an environment like the underground world where the jungle prevails, it would be more reasonable to derive such a darker clan tradition.
The technological level of the Predators is so high. Every cat or dog is equipped with a stealth device and a laser cannon. Their spaceships can fly all over the universe. There will definitely be no shortage of food, but they are not required to hunt independently for adult rites.
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What the Predator has to face is prey of the alien level, which is much darker than the Xiling clan.
Xiu Niang introduced that the Spider Slave is the lowest level of the Xiling clan and is mainly responsible for taking care of the fungus fields and moss crops. In addition, other low-level jobs such as cleaning the manure, shaving fever corpses, and running errands will all be done.
On the Spider Slave.
Doing the dirtiest, most tiring, and most dangerous work, with no money, no power, no future, this... isn't this just a pariah in the caste system?
When Wu Qiudao heard this, he began to feel a little worried. How an underground clan with such a dark system would treat outsiders was a very pessimistic problem. But for the silkworm eggs, he had no choice but to continue to follow Xiu Niang.
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After walking for a long time, the luminous moss in the mine grew more and more, and the traces of life in the corridor became more and more obvious, including murals, stone tablets, and even domestic garbage.
Turning a corner, noisy voices could be heard in the distance. Wu Qiudao's muscles tightened. He knew that he was about to arrive at the Xiling clan land. Xiu Niang noticed Wu Qiudao's nervousness and smiled. She didn't say anything. As long as he arrived,
The family land can naturally make him feel relieved.
As he got closer and closer to the exit, the wind blowing in his face became stronger and stronger, and Wu Qiudao's long hair was lifted up.
When he walked out of the cave, he discovered that it was a huge underground crack, and in the middle of the crack there was a huge blue sky-reaching pillar standing in it. There was a faint light shining down from the top, but Wu Qiudao looked around, no matter up or down.
There is no end in sight.
Countless spider silks are wrapped around the Tongtian Pillar and connected to each hole in the stone wall. Each hole should be a passage. From time to time, people from the Xiling clan climb up and down on the spider silk like big spiders, entering and exiting those holes to transport prey and debris.
Go to the top of the green pillar.
Wu Qiudao looked at this magnificent scene in shock and murmured: "Is this the clan of your Xiling clan?"
The embroiderer nodded: "Yes, this is the 'Tongtian Sacred Tree' that has protected our Xiling clan's existence to this day. The entire clan is built on this big tree."
Wu Qiudao was stunned: "Is this riding horse a tree?"
The embroiderer looked at the sacred tree that reaches the sky and smiled: "Of course it is a tree, or a big mulberry tree."
It turns out that this sacred tree that reaches the sky is the big mulberry tree that protects the Xiling Kingdom. The reason why the Xiling clan with a spider body and a human face was able to learn the knowledge of silk weaving was because they worshiped the sacred tree year after year and finally understood the way of mulberry weaving.
Legend has it that a thousand years ago, an earth dragon suddenly turned over in Sichuan, and there were successive huge earthquakes in Sichuan and Shu. As a result, the entire ancient country of Xiling was buried deep underground. Only the Xiling clan near the Tongtian Sacred Tree survived by chance.
They came down and dug holes in the trees to thrive.
The Tongtian Sacred Tree is a hundred meters tall, with nine tangled roots at its base, which are rooted in the rock and extend to unknown places. The trunk is straight and has three layers of branches. Each layer has only three thick branches, and the whole tree has only nine branches.
Apart from this there are no other branches.
All the branches are soft and drooping, with mulberry leaves on them, fifty feet in size; short branches extend from the middle of the branches, and there are flower buds on the short branches that always bloom. However, the growth cycle of the sacred tree is too long, and it takes eight thousand years.
It is spring, and eight thousand years is autumn. Even after a thousand years, there is no change in the sacred tree.
The tribesmen of the Xiling clan speculated that the Tongtian Sacred Tree had not matured yet, so the flower buds on the nine branches never bloomed. Legend has it that after the mulberry blossoms of the Sacred Tree fully bloomed, a golden crow would fall down and live in it.
In ancient times, there were many such sacred mulberries growing in the world. They were the residences where the sun rested and played.