Jun Qianqian was about to go home, but at this time she found that there was a young man from the Baiyan tribe who always looked at her.

"What's the matter?"

Jun Qianqian looked at the man.

"Are you really a goddess?"

The young man is Xia Feng, since she entered the Baiyan tribe in a sheep cart that day, Xia Feng has always felt that she looks familiar.

And at this time, he recognized that this was the person who was following the ranks of the Wilderness tribe on the day of the meeting.

She has a special pair of eyes!

"You doubt my identity too?"

Jun Qianqian also remembered that this person had poured water for her, and the two had a brief greeting.

He wouldn't recognize himself, would he?

Jun Qianqian suddenly felt weak, her body movements and dress at that time were completely different from now, and she should not be recognized.

"I saw you, when you were in the ranks of the Wilderness Tribe."

The slap in the face came too quickly, and Jun Qianqian suddenly felt a headache.

"What do you want to say?"

He's going to demolish her?

"I just want to say, if you are really a priest and goddess, why don't you come to the White Rock Tribe?"

Xia Feng didn't think so, but no matter whether she disguised herself or tried it in advance, this goddess had an obvious tendency to do things, which made the people of the Baiyan tribe not accept this goddess well.

"All I can say is that there is providence in the dark."

It's not the first time Jun Qianqian has been asked this question, even if the Purple Flower Tribe is weak, it still has many advantages.

Besides, she really didn't think how powerful the Baiyan tribe was, she never wanted to go to other tribes, what would be the situation now.

"You're not going to demolish me?"

Jun Qianqian was even more curious about how this person recognized it.

If it is the color of her eyes, she pays special attention to the angle of the light when she sits down, and the eyes of Pula and the other people sitting by the stone at that time will also look dark.

"I'll tell Xia Lan about this, by the way, I haven't told you yet, my name is Xia Feng, and I'm Xia Lan's brother."

Xia Feng introduced himself, and he found that Jun Qianqian didn't have any idea of getting to know him, so he had to introduce himself first.

"Do you have a last name?"

Jun Qianqian heard the very similar names of the two and asked curiously.

"What's that?"

Xia Feng looked dazed.

"Even if you have a family name with the same word."

Jun Qianqian explained like this, and she already got the answer in her heart.

"The tribe doesn't have such rules."

Sure enough, Xia Feng shook his head.

"Okay, I see."

Jun Qianqian sighed in disappointment, the man in front of her gave her a very strange feeling, but she couldn't say what it was.

She just felt that this was the wrong way for the priest's own brother to look at her.

Neither precaution nor vigilance, always with a hint of uncertainty.

After Jun Qianqian left, Xia Feng really told Xia Lan about it.

"That guy really didn't have a good heart!"

Xia Lan slapped the table angrily.

"But the weapon that Purple Flower gave us is very useful, and it also taught us how to make iron."

Compared with her smart sister, Xia Feng is much simpler.

Investigating this kind of thing in advance, Xia Lan didn't find it difficult to understand, but she was already hostile to Jun Qianqian, and she barely suppressed the uneasiness in her heart.

"Brother, I need to go to the sacrificial platform for a while, there is nothing big in the clan, so don't come and disturb me."

The altar and the altar of the Baiyan tribe are separated, and everyone takes it for granted that the place of sacrifice is the place where the priest lives, but Xia Lan's residence is in the depths of the Baiyan tribe.

It was a natural cave with strange rocks and no one but a low stone bed.

Xia Lan needed some time to think about it, and she even felt that something was wrong with the priest's lineage.

In her hand she held a stone carved box, which contained the sacrificial garment.

The Qingzhu tribe has murals and animal skin scrolls, and the alpine tribe has dozens of prophecies, why is the Baiyan tribe so powerful, but there is only such a colorful cloth?

Xia Lan is not disgusted with colorful clothes, after all, the fabric of colorful clothes is unique, and no one does not sigh at the beauty and uniqueness of colorful clothes.

But a dress that didn't convey much to her.

Did she and the priests miss something?

Xia Lan wandered in the cave, where she had grown up, and she had touched every stone wall of this cave with her hands.

She took out the tribe's gem and examined it carefully, she looked at the sun, the gem looked black, but in the light, she could see that it was actually still shining.

The White Rock tribe has a lot of strange stones, some can be burned, some can be crushed, and now there are also iron-making stones, but they have never found stones of the same material as gems in the vicinity.

What message does this stone and this colorful dress want to convey to her?

Jun Qianqian met with the search team on the road, and walked along the deep forest on the edge of the Baiyan tribe first.

"Let's leave the White Rock territory first."

They walked a long way and found a fork in the road to climb up the mountain, which, unlike the limestone mountains of the White Rock Tribe, was lush and covered with lush vegetation.

In ancient times, when judging ore veins, it was basically based on experience, such as the vegetation near the ore, or the change in the color of rocks and water streams.

But Jun Qianqian's previous life was just a dead house that stayed in the classroom to study, and she was not diligent, and she rarely even went to climb the mountain on weekdays.

She had to hold a ton of bamboo tubes in her hand, and put a suggested compass made of leaves and crushed magnets, where a large amount of metal ore existed, the nearby magnetic field would be affected, and they could use this principle to find ore veins.

It's just that this piece of metal ore is probably a lot of reserves, and as soon as I arrived at the foot of the mountain, the compass shook like Parkinson's.

"It would be nice to find a water source first, or some traces of an anomaly."

Jun Qianqian told everyone what she was looking for, but the tribesmen, like Jun Qianqian, did not study things like ores.

"Qianqian! I saw strange colors on the stones! ”

It was just a layer of dead moss.

"Qianqian! I saw the trunk bleeding! ”

It was just a blood-red mold.

"Qianqian! I found strange grass balls! ”

That's just the dung of wild animals.

I saw that in the half day after departure, Jun Qianqian was shouted around.

"You're sure to come back to her!"

Luo Ze looked at the dizzy Jun Qianqian distressedly and yelled at the clansmen.

"Uh."

The people scratched their heads and fell silent.

"We're accumulating experience, it's normal."

Just now, in order to observe, Jun Qianqian almost poked her face on the dung ball, and now she is dizzy and nauseous, but at the beginning she always has to make trial and error, and she doesn't mind the fuss of the people.

"Qianqian, I found a blue stone......"

Everyone who was yelled at was obviously cautious, and one of the clansmen grabbed a handful of pebbles-like things in his hand and handed it to Jun Qianqian's hand.