Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and it is the Shangyuan Festival in the mainland, but there will be no celebrations in the area ruled by the Pengyu tribe.
Most of the moon hangs high in the clear night sky, as bright as snow. Even though it is winter, the continuous forest is quiet everywhere, with only the occasional sound of animals, making it very interesting.
It is said that the moonlight contains a trace of the power of the Taiyin candle from Shaozhen Daojun's Sun and Moon Treasure Mirror, but in the realm of Kyushu, if it is Bahuang, and there are emperors of this lineage covering up the secrets, they cannot detect it.
The weather was a little warmer again, and the evening breeze was a little gentle. Because Ye Qing did not send anyone to pursue him, the Pengyu city-state army had successfully withdrawn. Yu Yu Jingjing, who had withdrawn in just one day, had no trace of him for hundreds of miles.
There were only a few sporadic scouts patrolling the forest.
"Do you want to kill her?" Qianqian asked sideways, her tone was as if she was asking for a late night snack. Following Ye Qing for a long time, the once little girl had become very violent.
Ye Qing glanced at it and sent a message to some of his scouts and hunters in the woods, sending them the location of the enemy's activities.
"We have to hurry."
Liniang secretly admired her master for bringing these hunters together. Although they were not capable of fighting, they brought their own food supplies and were very handy at various chores. They were used to hunting savages, so this kind of small-scale hunting and fighting could be left to them.
"This is probably about people making full use of their talents and showing off their talents." She thought in her mind and summed up her experience, because Zhenjun said that she would be released to take charge of her own business in the future...
The bright silver light of the full moon illuminates the scenery on the ground clearly, reflecting the color of the unmelted snow as if it were daytime... The snowy plains and dense forests are far-reaching, and the rich woody spiritual energy pulses between the sky and the earth, and ancient spiritual veins crawl like wild snakes, entangled, and intertwined.
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Qianqian took a deep breath and said to Ye Qing: "Heide is in charge of water and the netherworld, Red De is in charge of fire and revolution... Actually, we Qingde are in charge of time sequence and wilderness..."
"Look at these Mu De auras and ancient spiritual veins. It is also a coincidence that the emperor of my veins is the first to appear."
"It's just that with the reclamation and the prosperity of humanity, these will disappear and it will be impossible to resist."
Ye Qing smiled after hearing this: "That was in the past, now we have the Qing system. This alone can offset losses and make profits, so don't think too much about it."
Qianqian nodded and stopped talking. Ye Qing, Liniang, and Bingmei both released a concealment technique.
For some unknown reason, the ordinary green vein spells she used here were very effective, and her aura was not leaking at all, which was comparable to the magic spells used by Ye Qing himself.
"There is a village ahead, which seems to be the flag of the Pengyu tribe?" Her eyesight is now the sharpest among the team.
After flying for a while, we saw the village under the moonlight. On the central fort was a three-feather flag with a red background. Each feather represented a city. Around the central fort were mud houses with thatched roofs.
At midnight, a few savages dressed in poor clothes got up early and went to the river to fetch water. It seemed that they wanted to prepare breakfast for the people in the village.
The surface of the river is still mixed with broken ice flowing from upstream, and the pebbles in the clear water are shining slightly like spiritual stones... Looking down at the water surface, people are in a trance, as if they are seeing a long river of stars. The miraculous craftsmanship of nature is amazing.
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"Ahem!" The thin old savage who was fetching water bent down, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.
The tall and sturdy savage young man rubbed his back nervously: "Master, why don't you go back? I have begged the priest for mercy. She is a very nice person and said that you can rest for a month."
"That woman again?"
The old savage straightened up his stooped waist and stared at him. His cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp, and his momentum instantly shocked even the young man who was famous for his bravery: "What's wrong, Master?"
"Don't beg for mercy from a foreign woman..." the old savage said solemnly, rejecting his grandson's kindness.
The young man curled his lips and secretly said that he was really a stubborn old man... who said this was his grandfather?
"The priest was pushed here by evil people, and she has never done anything bad. Why does she continue the hatred of her ancestors to our generation?"
"You don't understand." The old savage taught his grandson: "I know you slept with this woman for one night, but a foreign woman sleeps with you. Don't be deceived by her. She is the most outstanding warrior of your Qi tribe generation.
Your bravery and prestige are needed... to help her regain the favor of the Aragami."
The young man helped the old savage carry the water and smiled confidently: "What does that matter? She is the concubine of the wild god, and I took advantage... There is no Qi tribe anymore, only Qi Village under the jurisdiction of the city-state, and I am the third
Dai Guihua, he led the team to defeat two savage tribes last time, and has gained freedom..."
"Do you think the aliens will really treat you as one of their own? She is just subduing and using you, just like taming a fierce horse..."
The grandfather and grandson continued to fetch water, arguing about the topic, and on the way back to the village while carrying the buckets... Several black dots slid across the field of vision, heading towards the village.
"what is that?"
The young man raised his head and looked at the four small black spots moving slowly in the clouds. He couldn't feel the breath at all, but his eyes could see them. He frowned: "I have to report to the priest."
The old savage looked up, his face changed slightly, and he patted his head: "Don't worry... don't worry, that's the high priest of the alien race, that's not our war...
"Is that a heresy?" The young man's face became solemn, and his eyes flashed with passion. He put down the bucket and ran towards the village. The beautiful, holy, and gentle figure of the priestess swayed in front of his eyes.
What Grandpa didn't know was that his relationship with her was not just once, but lasted for five years, throughout their respective youths. She promised that as long as she made great achievements again, she would give special rewards... She would give her a special reward...
Conceive a child yourself and let him or her inherit the village.
"Don't go, it's dangerous..."
The old savage threw down the bucket and chased after him for a few steps. He coughed in his lungs and bent down to cough up blood. This was due to the overdraft of many years of slave life, which had reduced the strongest warrior in the clan to a skinny old man.
But he still staggered forward and stared at the four little black dots falling into the priestess' room in the castle. He was a little worried when he saw his grandson running in...
In just thirty years, the third generation of children and grandchildren has forgotten the hatred of genocide and the original ownership of this homeland, and has regarded itself as a loyal dog of a foreign race.
Young people no longer even believe the stories told by the old people. The old man is the only remaining witness, and the evidence cannot stand alone. The alien city-state has actual records in books and texts, and three people become a tiger...
"boom"
The lightning exploded, and the young man who was waiting for her was not smiling with approval from her lover, but she was in a state of embarrassment under the siege of two alien high priests. When she saw him coming, she was overjoyed: "Come and help me."
The young man joined the battle group without hesitation. The priestess prayed quietly for divine blessings, and cooperated with each other tacitly to maintain the battle situation and retreat while fighting.
But in the blink of an eye, there was only a "pop" sound, and a long arrow pierced through, carrying an unpredictable aura, and instantly penetrated the priestess.
"how come……"
She lowered her head and looked at the place where the severe pain came from. Zeng Xue's white and tender chest was a blur of blood and flesh, revealing a cluster of arrows. Mu De's vitality could cause destruction, and it was instantly drawn by her divine power.
"You're hurt," the young man whispered, ignoring the enemies around him, he knelt down and hugged her, and found that her body was as light as a feather.
"You..." The priestess looked at him and her voice quickly weakened: "I'm sorry, when I first started... I was using you..."
The young man held her hand tightly: "I know, I know, don't say anything..."
"If we were of the same race, if we had met earlier... I'm sorry..." The girl pressed her face into his arms, her voice was so low that she couldn't hear her, and her breath was cut off.
"No." The young man hugged the still warm body, tears fell, and he stared at the person farther away with hatred, knowing that he would never be able to take revenge. Complex emotions surged in his heart, and he leaned over to bury her in her white body.
There was a "pop" sound on his neck, and a cluster of arrows was inserted into his chest.
He slowly knelt down and blood flowed down.
However, no one paid attention to this. Liniang and Bingmei paid no attention to the savage young man. They cooperated with Madam Qian to kill the priestess with one arrow, and then rushed directly to protect the Lord and jointly destroyed the defense of the inner castle.
"Kill, kill all the people in the city." When several people saw the people with better clothes, they killed them directly. They killed all the relatives and guards of the priestess. Then they circled the village and saw that the wild people were fleeing in all directions. No one resisted or retaliated.
The light disappears into the sky.
Outside the priestess' house, the old savage stumbled over. Looking at the body of his grandson, he was stunned with tears in his eyes. He turned and left silently for a moment, not leaving the young lovers who were hugging each other.
All the savage slaves in the same village had fled, and the old savage was the only one left in the empty village, alone.
If he had been decades younger, he would have scolded, whipped, and even killed the fugitives and rebuilt the Qi tribe. But at this time, his body was too thin and powerless, and the grandson he had pinned his hopes on had already died with the enemy's woman.
More importantly, this third generation no longer remembers the Qi tribe.
"Forget it, there is no Qi tribe here for a long time... Just let me go back to the clan leader alone, to meet... Mo'er."
The old savage stumbled to the depths of the woods, where there was a simple forest of steles, which was the last memorial of the Qi people.
Each tombstone is covered with snow and ice. The old man wipes off the snow on the tombstone and reads the name on it, recalling the living people in the past.
Until the last place was often cleaned, with flowers blooming around the tombstones, the old man's cloudy eyes became increasingly blurry. The passage of time made the girl's beautiful face become hazy in his memory, but she was always fixed at that delicate and flower-like age...
I still remember her favorite song: "Spring is coming, the flowers are blooming... The man goes hunting, the sister dresses up..."
"I didn't come here before because I wanted the Qi tribe to rebuild."
"There is nothing now...I'm here"
In the secluded woods, the sound of coughing was so low that you couldn't hear it. The gray figure hit the tombstone and fell heavily. The blood stained the tombstone and the snowflakes. This lonely and lonely forest of steles was the tomb of a group of people who died silently.
Ye Qing, who was walking away, suddenly felt some inexplicable feelings. He turned around and looked back before continuing to move forward.
Those who want to die can stay, and no one will pull them forward.