Sleep, sleep, sleep!

Su Cheng never imagined that one day he would be awake less and sleep more.

The ratio of time spent awake to lethargic is simply staggering, and there is no effective way to alleviate it.

Sleepiness always comes from time to time, and every time he struggles, but in the end he can't escape it.

Moreover, from resistance, to helplessness, to adaptation, to the current rush and immersion, the change can be described as huge, but the process is natural, which makes Su Cheng wonder, what is the reason for the initial struggle, he is a spirit, sleep is to complete, is to grow, is to digest, is to grow.

However, the dragon can naturally grow into a subversive period because of its sleep, and the desolate beasts of this world can be powerful for a while because of its sleep, and it can't touch the upper limit, but he can't as a spirit.

In the final analysis, sleep is just digestion, which only converts the "food" that was previously eaten into the stomach into its own energy, and once the "food" is digested, this sleep cannot be sustained.

When he woke up this time, Su Chengcheng was very annoyed and anxious.

The number of connections from the clan has increased from a dozen at the beginning to dozens now, and the convergence of beliefs is like an occasional drop or two of water vapor, the amount is too small to wet the ground and satisfy his growing appetite.

It has been a year of careful planning and active management, and the most recent inspection (the selection of naturalized people) has the lowest percentage of people passing this year.

For the time being, it has stabilized its own basic market, and the various measures of reform have slowly shown their due results.

Everything is going according to plan, everything is getting better.

However, Su Cheng couldn't wait, he was ready to do something when he woke up this time.

Early one morning, he ventured out of the ancestral hall's underground space and moved to the totem flag floating on the top of the mountain, looking for a target that could temporarily carry the spirit.

After a few moments, there was a harvest.

An eagle hovering in the air, for some reason, suddenly fell like a kite with a broken string, and flew up again the moment it touched the totem flag.

The flying attitude was shaky, and the two wings flapped quickly and messily, and it took a while to find normal flight efficiency.

Taking advantage of the wind, he spread his two wings to the maximum, and Su Cheng glided to reduce the altitude, causing the small animals on the ground to dodge in panic.

Let's take a look at your territory.

Su Cheng thought so.

There are more than a dozen cottages, scattered around the hill where the ancestral hall is located, and the undulating terrain is not much different, and the farmland of the clan is distributed between the hills.

The sun rises and the sun sets.

Under the early morning sunshine and the cool breeze, a large number of clansmen walked out of their homes, carrying various farm tools, to the public field and the private field.

Chickens and dogs argued, and the children's reading voices were full of vitality.

Among the dozens of "faith" connections, a drop of warm particles floated from the direction of a school, and Su Cheng volleyed in the air to identify the direction and floated down.

This school is not large, but there are more than 100 Mongolian children, and the teacher in his thirties is a leader under the mountain, who is instructing the children to learn calligraphy one by one.

Neither Meng Tong nor the teacher were the source of "faith", and the source was waiting at the door, waiting impatiently.

“…… What do you want to hear about today's ancient times?"

The teacher dragged the hall and glanced at the people waiting outside the door, his lips curled, and a disdainful smile disappeared.

"Immortal Master, Immortal Master, and Ascending Immortal ......"

Several Mengtong threw down their pens and couldn't wait to shout.

"That's good, let's talk about ascending immortals today!" The teacher lifted the hem of the robe, and after returning to the class, Shi Shiran sat down, took a sip of tea and moistened his throat: "It is said that in the ancient barbarian period, wild beasts were rampant, natural disasters continued, and human beings were ignorant and ignorant!"

"At that time, your ancestors lived by cutting wood, burning and plowing the land, drinking blood and hair, and fighting with each other. ”

"There are also so-called obscenities, lying on the body of the tribe to eat flesh and blood raw, devouring souls, and sending the name of the so-called worship!"

"For thousands of years, Ru Mao drank blood or Ru Mao drank blood, and the so-called gift was just a few flesh and bones thrown from the blood food by many obscenities. ”

“…… The blood relatives, the heart, liver, and soul sacrificed, in exchange for peace and joy, not reproduction and luxuriation, but the solidification of the ethnic group and the withering of the population. The surviving people are ignorant and ferocious, and they want to please the obscenity all day long, even if they can't gnaw on flesh and bones, at least they must strive for an 'honor' that sacrifices their body and soul, so that their descendants can be sheltered and preserved, and they themselves can merge with the so-called great spirit, and live from generation to generation, which is really wonderful. ”

The Mengtong listened in a daze, and the teacher did not speak to them, but to the one waiting outside the door.

He didn't know that Su Cheng was already furious because of his story, and if the killing machine was substantial, it would be covered by the sharp eagle eyes.

And the old man outside the door was also forced to be patient in anger, as if he was very scruples about the teacher.

"The so-called misery of life is nothing more than that!"

"In another year, a so-called spirit, by chance, peeked at a trace of the heavens and saw the heavens and all worlds for a moment, and thus gave birth to extremely ridiculous and pathetic delusions. ”

"For the first time, this spirit has gone beyond this realm, and with a trace of tentacles entering the mortal realm of the other realm, the conspiracy has developed. ”

"Unfortunately, the weasel entered the fence yard and before he could steal the chickens, he alarmed the hounds guarding the portal, and the owner appeared, and fled in embarrassment, but he was also caught by the clues, and found his lair by following the distinct traces he left. ”

"Later, as you all know, this world was discovered, and Jixia Academy arrived, so this world changed its master, and there were immortals, and there were ascending immortals. ”

"Now what you eat, think, and live in every day, the foundation and source of the world, are all brought by the immortals, you should be happy, you should be grateful, don't learn what to return, what is the tradition, you know, the tradition is to eat people, and the return is not ushered in by a savior, but a parasite that sucks flesh and blood...... Do you understand?"

Hearing the aura and awe-inspiring tone on the teacher now, all the Meng Tong were already silent: "Got it, sir!"

The teacher smiled, put away the textbook, and tucked it under his armpit, "Let's do it yourself...... Don't be unpredictable!"

Su Cheng struggled to resist the impulse to pounce, and was about to flap his wings and leave, but he heard the old man who rushed into the school can't wait to roar: "You boys, don't listen to his nonsense!"

"The ancestors dew and cut through thorns, so that we are waiting for today, and you must not listen to these crazy words. ”

"Li Bo, did you just talk about the history of our people?"

A boy shouted.

Li Bo opened his mouth to speak, but he had deep scruples, and finally he could only sigh gloomily, "Sit down, we will talk about today's ethnography ......."

Su Cheng rushed to the sky, looked around, and found the trace of the master in a moment, and the moment he flapped his wings and flew, the warning signs appeared, like a bone-chilling cold, pouring it inside and out.

When he came to his senses, the first thing he thought of was not the danger that the warning foreshadowed, but his own fault!

What a makeover!

It's really moisturizing and silent!