Luo Ze did not leave the range of the tribe today, he was farming near the road outside the gate, and someone entering and exiting must be able to see it at a glance.

"Roze!"

As soon as Jun Qianqian's figure appeared outside the door, Luo Ze washed the mud on his hands and greeted him.

"Is something wrong?"

Luo Ze looked at her nervously and found that she had removed all the bandages.

Could it be that the wound has opened again?

"Something is wrong! Didn't Xiaoduo say before that the painting behind the silver mirror looks like me? Do you remember that? ”

Jun Qianqian panted and pounced on Luo Ze's powerful arm and said eagerly.

"I remember, what's wrong?"

"Look, this is a portrait of the Qingzhu tribe, I guess it's really me!"

Jun Qianqian opened the animal skin in her hand and showed him.

"Where did this portrait come from?"

"It was brought out of the sacrificial platform of the Qingzhu tribe."

Jun Qianqian dotted the patterns on the portrait and compared her scars.

"Look at the pattern, and the scars on my body! Same! The weirdest thing is that this painting was more than a hundred years ago, and it can't be so coincidental! ”

She was scurrying around like a rabbit.

"There is no such thing as a coincidence in the world, let's go and ask the old patriarch."

As the saying goes, there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure.

When they ran back, the old patriarch was drying medicinal herbs in the courtyard at the door, and this elder used his spare heat after retirement, as if he was going to change careers to become a doctor.

"What are you doing in such a hurry?"

The old patriarch had a tranquil painting style that middle-aged and elderly people should have, and walked over slowly to open the door for them.

"Patriarch, did we ever have a priest in our clan?"

Roze was younger than Kaisha, and he had never heard of the position.

"Priest? We have not had a priest for four or five generations. ”

The old patriarch was also surprised that the two of them came to inquire about this matter.

"Legend has it that there was once only one tribe in the south, but then it had to be dispersed due to disasters, and the priests and patriarchs jointly led the tribesmen, forming the current dozen tribes."

The old patriarch recalled what the elders had told him.

"Later, there were fights between the tribes, some tribes merged, some tribes split, this is not the original residence of the Purple Flower Tribe, and our priest also died in the first migration."

When Luo Ze took over, the old patriarch didn't mention this, and he couldn't be blamed, because his predecessor was directly bitten to death by a wild beast during the hunt, and the old patriarch was ordered to be in danger, and he didn't know what happened in the past.

"That was decades ago."

Luo Ze frowned, all the people who are alive now in the Purple Flower Tribe, even the last generation, were born and raised here.

"What do priests do?"

Jun Qianqian asked curiously.

"The priests will teach us to speak, and to look for food."

The old patriarch actually didn't know what else the priest had to do, and the Purple Flower Tribe didn't have a priest, and these were all patriarchs in charge.

"Teach to speak?"

Jun Qianqian knew in her heart that the people of this world are indeed very proficient in the use of language.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that they were primitive people who couldn't make fire and couldn't write.

Now all the mysteries point to this priest, and perhaps this may explain why the vocabulary and some customs of the people have miraculously escaped from the state of primitive society.

"Why did you suddenly inquire about something so long ago?"

The old patriarch didn't say a word before he was grabbed by the two of them and asked, and now he was a little curious.

"The portrait of the goddess of the Qingzhu tribe seems to be painted by me."

Jun Qianqian told the old patriarch what happened, and after saying it three times, she didn't feel anything new.

"Actually, I've always been weird."

When the old patriarch heard this, he fell into deep thought.

"How?"

Luo Ze looked at the old patriarch, he had always respected the advice of his predecessors.

"Luo Ze, have you noticed that since you brought back Qianqian, except for the wolf pack attack this time, the tribe has not been attacked by wild beasts?"

Isn't it because the Purple Flower Tribe can settle down at the foot of this mountain because of the infestation of wild beasts here, and no one looks down on this land?

"Didn't we dig a trap to keep out the beasts?"

Jun Qianqian incarnated as a bar spirit, she didn't want anything weird to be pulled on herself.

"No, the old patriarch is right, the traps around the tribe have never been harvested, but the traps by the lake have always caught prey."

Luo Ze thought about it and nodded, since Jun Qianqian came to the Purple Flower Tribe, they had not been attacked by the nearby beasts again!

Jun Qianqian wants to say that this is a coincidence that someone believes it, this doesn't make sense at all!

"Then this portrait, does it have anything to do with the broad-leaved tribe?"

The old patriarch remembered Jun Qianqian's birthplace.

"Absolutely nothing, I promise!"

Jun Qianqian's face was full of rejection, her injuries were caused after coming to the Purple Flower Tribe, which means that the person in the portrait is herself, not the original body before the crossing.

"Qianqian's hometown is not a broad-leaved tribe."

Luo Ze also shook his head, he already knew that she had a lot of secrets, but he didn't expect this mystery to be related to the portrait hundreds of years ago.

"Then I don't know."

The old patriarch leisurely fanned the big pu fan made of leaves, and swayed to the side to continue to tinker with medicinal herbs.

"Leave this alone, it doesn't matter who the woman in the portrait is, life will continue as usual."

Jun Qianqian thought about it, this matter may have something to do with her crossing, but she didn't care very much.

Even if she cares, the matter of crossing is not something she can say.

"Let's arrange a time to go to the Qingzhu tribe."

Luo Ze poked her forehead, he knew that she was duplicitous again, obviously wanting to know about herself, but she didn't want to trouble others.

"Go to the Qingzhu Tribe?"

Jun Qianqian tilted her head to look at him.

"Didn't you say that bamboo is a good material, and bamboo shoots can still be eaten? I had long wanted to go to the old site of the Qingzhu tribe to see if there was anything that could be used and bring it back. ”

Before Jun Qianqian's accident, Luo Ze did have this plan, but then he only hoped that she would recover well, so he gave up the matter.

"The Qingzhu tribe still retains the sacrificial platform, go and take a look, maybe you can find useful news."

"Shall we go to fight the autumn wind? No, this should be called leakage. ”

Jun Qianqian blinked, thinking about fried meat with bamboo shoots, sour bamboo shoots, and dried bamboo shoots pork rib soup, and suddenly wanted to go on this trip with enthusiasm.

"Then when you're fully recovered, we'll set off again."

Luo Ze touched Jun Qianqian's hair.

"Okay! We can ask Ah Xia to lead the way! ”

Let her think about it, what are the steps of bamboo transplanting?

Jun Qianqian's injury had long since affected her activities, and after another two days, Luo Ze arranged for everyone to set off together.

This time, they planned to bring back all the things of the Qingzhu tribe.

The Qingzhu tribe is really far away from the Purple Flower Tribe, and I don't know how they escaped to the Purple Flower Lake in the first place, even if they set off early in the morning, it was already afternoon when they arrived.