"High Priest Lianbo, Prajna has woken up. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

At the end of the day, a member of the Prajna tribe hurriedly found Lian Bo and brought him good news.

When Lian Bo heard this, he didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly rushed to Prajna's tent.

When Lian Bo, Mo Ling and the others arrived, Praruo leaned on Lianhua's body, and Lianhua was feeding her some soup.

"Prajna, you've finally woken up. But everyone is worried. Didn't I tell you, kid, to stop if you can't hold on? What are you doing so recklessly?"

Looking at Praruo's pale face, Lian Bo was both loving and angry.

"Uncle Lianbo, I'm fine. ”

Prajna heard the deep concern in the words of reproach.

"Big brother, don't make any noise, Praruo has just woken up, she is still weak, she needs to rest. ”

But it was Lianhua who pulled her face.

"Okay, okay, I'm not noisy. When I woke up, I was relieved. You take good care of her. I'll go out and talk to everyone. Everyone is in a hurry. ”

Watching my sister chase away the guest with a black face. Lian Bo smiled and exited the tent.

Soon, there was a burst of cheers from outside the tent.

"Praruo, what the eldest brother said is right, you really scared everyone this time, and you won't be allowed to do this in the future. ”

Lianhua said softly while feeding Praruo soup.

"Hmm. Prajna remembered. ”

Prajna obediently opened his small mouth.

At lunchtime, Pranya came out of the tent with the help of Lianhua. The people who were eating around the campfire saw that Pranya had come out, and they all put down their food and stood up.

"Long live the holy woman of Prajna. ”

Almost all of them stood up straight and saluted Prajna.

"Don't do this, Prajna also thanks you for your heroic battle, so that Prajna can survive. ”

If the weak hands of the void rise,

Lianhua helped the weak Prajna to the bonfire in the center. Lian Bo gave them a seat and sat down.

Prajna's body has not yet recovered, so he only eats a little and then stops.

When Prajna woke up, the enthusiasm of the people increased. Throughout the afternoon, they practiced the battle formation non-stop and honed each other's combat skills.

But the feeling of Prajna is not so good. Because she will be watched by everyone wherever she goes, which makes her feel very awkward. So she let Lianhua help her to hide in the woods, where the people who died in the battle yesterday were buried.

Prajna stood in front of the graves of the tribesmen for half an afternoon and recited the requiem mantra for half a day. Of course, her spirit had not recovered, so the requiem spell had no practical effect, but she persisted. To commemorate the sacrifices made by these brave warriors.

The fighting was brutal. But after this bloody battle side by side. The relationship between the people of the two tribes, the Prajna tribe and the Mo tribe, has also grown by leaps and bounds. It's not as clear as it was the previous two days. Since last night, you can see people from the two tribes sitting together chatting and joking with each other.

After only one day of running-in with each other, the cooperation between each other has begun to take shape, and there is some tacit understanding.

Although his body was extremely weak this time due to the forced performance of the 'Hymn of Life', seeing the gratifying changes made him feel that this adventure was still worth it. At the very least, everyone is more like a whole.

In the final stage of performing the 'Hymn of Life', it was obvious that she was about to lose her support, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted on singing the 'Hymn of Life' to the end. Part of the reason is that she has always felt that she has not brought any help to everyone along the way, and more importantly, she has felt that the two tribes are working in silos along the way, and there is no communication. She wants to take advantage of this opportunity to heal everyone's wounds so that everyone can unite as one.

Seeing everyone get along so harmoniously, Prajna is very happy. Yesterday, just facing a small group of bandits of more than 100 people, the battle was already so cruel. What kind of tragic scene it would be to participate in the large-scale battle of the combined forces of the Great God of Chiyou and the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor in the future, Praruo didn't dare to think about it at all. But she knows one thing, that is, only when everyone unites can there be more hope of surviving on the cruel battlefield.

After a day's rest, most of the people are healthy. A small number of seriously injured people were able to walk slowly under the powerful healing effect of 'Hymn to Life', but they had not yet regained their combat effectiveness.

On the morning of the third day, after they had eaten breakfast, they set out from camp.

Prajna no longer needs to be supported by flowers to walk. While following the slow procession, she slowly sorted out in her heart the perception of performing the 'hymn of life' this time.

She has only performed the full 'hymn of life' three times.

The first time was when Prajna was still young, when the news of her father's death had just been brought back by the three clansmen, and the young Prajna was heartbroken. In the middle of the night, I ran alone along the creek outside the village. Far upstream, she came across a small water dragon that was badly injured. At that time, the little water dragon was already dying, and he lay on the shore in despair and waited for death. The kind-hearted little Prajna sang a complete 'hymn to life' for the first time with a childish voice. Resurrected the fading life of the little water dragon.

The second time was when one of the tribesmen went out hunting, he accidentally fell off a cliff, and was already dying when he was carried back to the village by his companions. After examining his injuries, they shook their heads. Just as Lian Bo turned around and ordered his clan to prepare for his funeral, he heard Xiao Panruo's whispered chant from behind. Lian Bo, who had just taken over as high priest, suddenly turned around, only to see the young little Praruo kneeling in front of the dying clansman, with his hands folded, his eyes closed, and singing the 'hymn of life' reverently. Everyone else was shocked that with the chanting of Prajna, the clansman slowly stopped vomiting blood, and his breathing became steady. In the end, a life was recovered.

The third time was last night. The previous two 'hymns of life' were aimed at individuals, and last night was the first time that Prajna applied the 'hymn of life' to hundreds of people at the same time, although the price paid was a bit large, but it also gave her a deeper understanding of the 'hymn of life'.

Prajna had never learned the 'hymn of life', but when she saw the dying little water dragon that night, for some reason, a feeling suddenly appeared in her heart. It was only when she sang the 'hymn of life' again, saving the life of the clansman, that she learned the name from Lianbo's mouth.