Because of the improvement of the bow and arrow, Long Qiupeng was almost in the middle of the night and still hadn't fallen asleep, so he wandered around the tribe, but met a few words of effort - Yi. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before Long Qiupeng could know more about the situation, Yi was replaced by Lu who came to change shifts. Out of curiosity, Long Qiupeng asked Lu about Yi.

However, the deer would be mistaken, thinking that Long Qiupeng was talking about the problem of letting the slave watch alone at night, so he said: "It is better to let the archers collect the watchtower at night, but the nearest members of the archery team are too tired and understaffed, so I let him participate in it, I have been observing him for a long time, and he should have no problem." ”

Long Qiupeng shook his head and said, "It's not this, why is there someone in the Lu tribe who can speak my language?" ”

"Huh? I don't feel exactly the same, so I don't think it's a language? Although it feels interconnected. "Lu really has a strong talent for language, and he can even hear the difference between Mandarin and dialects. But that's not the point, the point is what he said later: "Of course, it's not that there are people in the Lu clan who can speak this language, Yi is a slave from the northern tribe, and this is his native dialect." ”

"Well, Hou Yi who shot down nine suns......" Long Qiupeng said.

Lu looked at Long Qiupeng with an incredible look and asked in surprise: "Chief, how do you know, even the Lu clan knows about this matter, if it weren't for the fact that he speaks a language similar to yours, I tracked it down for a long time before I heard his story from an old slave of another tribe." ”

Long Qiupeng smiled mysteriously at the deer, but didn't say anything, just motioned for the deer to continue. After Lu had more knowledge of Long Qiupeng's prophetic ability, he was not so fussed, and told Long Qiupeng and Pan the story of his inquiry.

It turns out that Yi is not so much a name as a title, and an archery competition is held every fifteen years in this clan, and people from five to thirty-five years old in the clan can participate in this competition, and those who win the final victory will get the name of Yi. Generally, there will only be two Yi in the tribe, and the younger one is called Hou Yi.

Different from the myths and legends that Long Qiupeng listened to, Hou Yi came from a tribe that was good at shooting, and Hou Yi was the name of the younger marksman in the tribe.

Generally speaking, the Hou Yi produced by the competition is between the ages of twenty-five and thirty, but this year, there was a prodigy in this tribe, and he won the title of Hou Yi when he was only eight years old, almost unprecedented. At just eight years old, he was soon locked in as a candidate for the heir of the tribe.

So far, Hou Yi's life has been very brilliant and smooth. His name even spread across the continent with the migratory tribes.

However, in just two years, Hou Yi's life took a turn for the worse.

It was the same year of drought as the one in the story, and not only agriculture was affected, but even the animals in the mountains and forests were greatly reduced. The sorcerer told the tribal leader that it was the embodiment of the sun, Ugin, who was playing tricks and that if he shot ten Ugin, the village would be saved.

Hou Yi, who was only ten years old, found it one after another and shot nine Ugin to death. But just as he was about to shoot the tenth Ugin, he missed. It was as if he had been cursed, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shoot ten Ugin to the ground.

The drought continued, and Hou Yi never succeeded in killing the tenth Ugin.

At this time, the results of the wizard's second divination came out, and Hou Yi was the tenth Ugin. He couldn't shoot the tenth Ugin because he couldn't shoot himself.

Ten-year-old Hou Yi fled, he was still so young, he didn't want to die, he didn't believe that he was the cursed Ugin. So he traveled a long way, died nine times for life, and came to the Lu tribe.

He became a slave of the Furnace tribe and soon showed his abilities and talents. At the age of fifteen, he was recruited by Yan Yan, who had just become the leader of the tribe, as a member of the Lu tribe, and joined Qingmang's bow and arrow team.

The Lu tribe has been hunting for many years, so there are not many people in the bow and arrow team, and Yi is the youngest archer in the team. But as a shooter, he felt very relaxed and satisfied.

This state lasted until he was twenty-one years old, when Yi met a migratory tribe from the north. He asked the tribe about his hometown, but he was shocked by the results.

Yi's tribe was deserted, it was full of bones, and the tribe was full of Ugin who had eaten away at corpses. He remembered the wizard's prophecy again, and he felt that it was all because of him.

Soon, Yi became the character he is now: silent and desperate. Then no one in the Furnace tribe knew what he was thinking or why he was doing it. In short, he quickly broke off his relationship with Qingmang, and he even defeated Qingmang in front of Yanyan. Later, he openly provoked Qingmang several times, but he was locked up with Qingmang, and it was over.

The rest of the story is a little fragmented, and Long Qiupeng fell asleep in a daze before he finished listening, but it is about to say that Yi's state lasted until the Lu tribe was defeated, Yan Yan threw himself into the lake, and Qingmang and other Yan Yan's diehards followed him to martyrdom. After that, Yi also became more reticent, he was like a doll with a thread, at the mercy of anyone.

One night, Long Qiupeng repeatedly saw all kinds of images of Hou Yi in his dreams, and for a while he couldn't distinguish between the real and the fake. A gust of wind blew in the early morning, Long Qiupeng shivered, and woke up in a haze, only to find that he had unknowingly slept on the watchtower all night.

The deer covered Long Qiupeng's body with his only leather coat, and the deer had some purple lips from the cold.

"Nonsense!" Long Qiupeng hurriedly got up and put his clothes back on the deer's body.

Perhaps because his clothes still carried the body temperature on Long Qiupeng's body, the moment he put on the deer, the deer's complexion began to reappear ruddy, and he looked at Long Qiupeng with gratitude and said, "Seeing that you are asleep, I didn't dare to wake you up." ”

Long Qiupeng rubbed the deer's hair and said, "Don't do this next time!" But his heart suddenly sank, and he thought of Yi, who was originally a child as smart as a deer, but he did not get the love and pity he deserved.

Long Qiupeng looked at the lake, in the early morning, the sun had not yet risen, but the sky was already dark. However, at this time, after a night of suffering, it was also the coldest time of the day.

Compared with those primitive people, Long Qiupeng knew what the truth of Yi's story was as soon as he heard it. The tribe's long-awaited candidate is disrupted by a child who tries to harm him under the guise of a ghostly word. The tenth golden crow that couldn't be shot must have been someone who followed Yi to make trouble behind. And the so-called golden crow, I am afraid that it is a crow, or a scavenging black bird in a similar subject.

After Yi's tribe left, for some reason, maybe it was war, maybe it was the plague, and many tribesmen died, which was just a coincidence, or the inevitability of most primitive tribes, should have nothing to do with Yi.

Although Yi believed that he killed his clansmen, he was guilty of committing suicide. In modern society, whether it is Taoism, Buddhism, ******, or Christianity, there is no one who does not say so, and this kind of argument must have existed for a long time in the primitive society where religion was budding. Yi can't choose to kill himself in order to survive, he hopes that someone can kill him.

provoked Qingmang several times, but Yi was bent on death, but unfortunately Qingmang's archery skills were far inferior to his own, but it was a pity that the tribal leader at that time was Yanyan.

Yan Yan is a proud but wise tribal leader, such a talent, how could he easily condemn him. Yan Yan's behavior should indeed have planted a trace of gratitude in Yi's heart, so he had a sense of identification with the Lu Clan, and he even felt that Yan Yan after the Fire God could not be affected by his Ugin curse.

However, this state was disrupted again with the arrival of Long Qiupeng, and he even identified himself as a daminous creature with a curse. Come to think of it, it's a complete tragedy.

Long Qiupeng sighed softly and asked Lu: "In terms of archery, how are you and Yi?" ”

The deer pouted, although he didn't want to admit defeat, but in terms of speaking, primitive people had much less water than modern people: "I haven't seen him shoot arrows, I don't know how, but if I have a good arrow, I should be on par with Qingmang." But ......" Lu paused and said unwillingly: "All the people who have seen Yi shoot arrows in the Lu clan say that his skills are above mine. ”

Long Qiupeng rubbed the deer's hair and said, "How old are you, when you grow to his age, you must be better than him." "At this time, the sun bursts out from the place where the lake meets the sky, bright, dazzling, warm and quiet.

Rub, there are still people in this world who feel that the sun is a curse, Long Qiupeng thought to himself, this dazzling sunshine, I want to decide!

"Chief! Chieftain! "There was a shout from the great lake downstairs, and along with them, along with the guards who took over the deer. Long Qiupeng came down from the watchtower, thinking that he had something urgent, and saw that Dahu handed a pottery plate to Long Qiupeng's hand.

It was obviously a drawing, which should be used to make something, but at first, Long Qiupeng was stunned and didn't understand it. After studying for a long time, he suddenly figured out that this was a drawing for making a bronze axe mold.

Long Qiupeng patted his head and said in his heart, careless. The first few times I went to see the bronze manufacturing was a quick look, and when I saw those workers knocking on the tinkling, I defaulted to it that it was forging weapons, but in fact, where was the forging process at that time, those tinkling people were just making final corrections, polishing, and polishing of the weapons. The most important steps of bronze are in the hands of the craftsmen.

What's more, through this incident, Long Qiupeng suddenly found that the entanglement he had the night before was almost meaningless, because the biggest advantage of the casting process is that no matter how complicated it is, as long as you do a good job of the system, and then pour copper water into it to solidify, you will be alive. The raw materials of the fan system are either sand or cement, and there is no need for too fine processing tools at all, and it can be carved slowly with a small wooden knife or a small copper knife.

Long Qiupeng knocked on the pottery plate with a smile and said, "Yes, Dahu, you have made a great contribution!" Tell the Paradigm Craftsman to get to work, and then you can come and work with me on improving the bow. ”