After the funeral, the Purple Flower Tribe finally calmed down.

Jun Qianqian recuperated from her injuries for a few days, and then she couldn't help but start running towards the ridge again.

"Your injuries healed?"

This sentence replaced the "weak cub" and became a new way for the Purple Flower people to greet her.

If she hadn't healed, Luo Ze wouldn't have let her out.

Jun Qianqian's wounds have left obvious scars.

Needless to say, the abrasions on the wrists were relatively deep, and they were not cleaned in time, and they gradually healed after tossing until they suppurated, but the dislocation recovered well, and the injuries on the legs also scabbed.

"It's okay to have a good face."

Jun Qianqian looked at the reflection of the water.

"For the sake of the Purple Flower Tribe, I have wronged you."

Roze stayed by her side like a knight guarding the princess.

"No grievances, no grievances, the perpetrators are already dead."

Jun Qianqian could feel that he still didn't have a good impression of those women, but he couldn't really get angry with him, so he couldn't just connect with the rest of the Qingzhu tribe.

So what has she become, reincarnated Su Daji?

He protected her like this, and she was already very useful.

In any case, the death of the tribe is a very heavy thing, but fortunately, there is good news from Ah Xia and Luo Ban, and the relationship between the two of them continues to heat up, and they decide to get married in the summer.

"The tribe finally has a happy event again."

Jun Qianqian happily ran to get involved, there was no wedding in the Purple Flower Tribe, but the two tied the knot, and the whole clan could still celebrate together.

"When the time comes, can we ask Lord Qianqian to be our proof?"

According to tribal customs, they are going to live together when they are engaged, and on the day Ah Xia moved out of the girls' dormitory, she came to Jun Qianqian with a red face.

"Why do you call me Lord? It sounds strange, but of course it's okay to get married, and I'm honored that you're looking for me. ”

Jun Qianqian scratched her face, now the women of Qingzhu are too respectful to her, she just wants everyone to live together in harmony, and there is no need to salute when she sees her.

"You promised? That's great! ”

Ah Xia smiled and nodded.

"But I don't know how the tribe is going to get married, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

After agreeing, Jun Qianqian, you remembered this stubble, she hasn't seen how to get married in this world.

"Just follow the rules of the Purple Flower Department."

Since Ah Xia is married to the Purple Flower guy, the customs of her own tribe don't matter.

"I don't know the rules of the Purple Flower Tribe."

Jun Qianqian has one head and two big, and she is not a native primitive, do you want to come according to the worship hall?

Bai Gaotang doesn't seem to be very friendly to this world, and no one can find a young man who has a father and a mother to worship.

"Qianqian is like a priest, if we can get your blessing, Luo Ban and I will definitely be happy."

Ah Xia ran away happily.

"Wait! What priests? ”

Jun Qianqian has to ask again, and Ah Xia, who has found the second spring, has already run away.

It seems that she usually cares too much about the structure of production, and forgets to ask more about the customs of this world.

"Priest? That kind of thing is long gone, and the Purple Flower Tribe has long gone. ”

Kai'Sa looked at Jun Qianqian's curious eyes and tried to remember.

Since she was born, the Purple Flower Tribe seems to have had no priest inheritance for a long time, and the previous old patriarch may have heard of it, but the people probably don't know much about what this position is for.

"Every year, the priests will hold a festival where we will offer the best meat and salt, and the priests will pray for good luck for us."

Speaking of which, the Qingzhu tribe knows more.

However, the priests of their tribe were also cut off before they were destroyed.

"I actually brought out the sacrifice of the altar, and I was in too much of a hurry to run away at that time, and I didn't have time to look at anything, but I didn't expect to take away the priest's things."

A woman from the Qingzhu tribe took out a package of animal skins, which contained a piece of animal skin.

It's just that there are paintings on this hide.

"I didn't dare to open it or throw it, so I brought it to the present."

In the eyes of Qingzhu's woman, Jun Qianqian was the priest of the Purple Flower Tribe, and she did not hesitate to hand the folded animal skin painting to Jun Qianqian.

"Then I opened it?"

Jun Qianqian was also worried about any taboos, but seeing that no one cared, she unfolded the animal skin painting.

The back of the yellowed hide, in black and red, is painted with a human figure.

It was a woman, suspended in the air, holding a spherical object in her hands, and her arms and forehead delicately painted with unknown red paint.

"This looks like the person behind the silver mirror!"

The children also came to join in the fun, and Xiaoduo suddenly pointed to the painting and exclaimed.

"Really?"

Jun Qianqian's heart chuckled, and she looked at Xiaoduo for verification.

"I feel like it!"

Xiaoduo nodded.

Jun Qianqian took a deep breath, and she lifted the bangs on her forehead for everyone to see.

"Oh my God—"

The crowd exclaimed.

The scar on Jun Qianqian's forehead is in the same position as the pattern on the woman's head in the portrait, and the shape is exactly the same!

"This is what I knocked down when I fell last winter."

Jun Qianqian found that her skin was easy to leave scars, the wound was very shallow at first, but after healing, it still left white marks, which were covered by bangs on weekdays, and she didn't care much about it.

When Luo Ze helped her trim it with a stone knife when Duoton had torn her hair in a mess before, she found that the scar had faded into a small S-shape.

"Is Lord Qianqian the person in the portrait?"

The Qingzhu women looked at her in shock, most of them had never seen the previous priests, but they still heard the elders talk about the portraits of the altars that depicted the gods they prayed to.

It is a priest and goddess.

"Don't scare me!"

Jun Qianqian shuddered, and she untied the loosely wrapped gauze on her arm, trying to make sure that the pattern on her arm matched the portrait.

"It turns out that those patterns, are they actually scars?"

Xiaoduo also looked at Jun Qianqian's wrist as if he was out of his body, everyone's eyes widened, and they all raised their heads after a while.

"The pattern on the arm is also basically the same......

Jun Qianqian felt a little alive, she clumped the gauze into a ball, and some blood scabs on the wound had not yet fallen off, but the direction of the injury was depicted, and there was really no difference from the portrait.

Even if there is still a trace of uncertainty in her heart, Jun Qianqian can almost conclude that the person in this painting is herself.

"This picture has been on the altar for more than 100 years."

Everyone was discussing in amazement, unlike Jun Qianqian, who was about to fall into conspiracy theories at this time, they just thought it was amazing, and they all said that she was the messenger sent by the gods.

"Is it the only one who thinks this is weird?"

Jun Qianqian picked up the animal skin and wanted to discuss it with Luo Ze, but there was laughter and laughter in the open space, and only she was uneasy.