The Fiji people are not only the world's earliest seafaring explorers in Lepeilian, but also the best construction masters. Their seafaring experience and shipbuilding skills are unmatched, and the best craftsmen in the Eastern Continent cannot match. Although the Fiji population is small, the quality and speed of their construction are unquestionable. By the time the Streamers had crossed the mountains and mountains to Honia, the former town, which had been crumbling in the wind and rain with only one dilapidated inn, had become a vibrant seaside town.

The exquisitely shaped houses, arranged in a staggered manner along the topography between the mountains and the sea, are surrounded by a calm and tranquil atmosphere of life, and even the flowers have been transplanted to Honia's new home. The character of this flower is very commendable. More than 1,000 years ago, they migrated with the Fiji people from the mild and humid south of the eastern continent to the unpredictable sea, and now they have migrated from the sea to the northeast of the western continent.

Although all this was built in a hurry, it was done with ingenuity and without the slightest hint of perfunctory. The Fijian people have built a wide wood-drying kiln on the edge of the town, and a dock in the bay, where life is as good as if they had been operating in this place for hundreds of years. What a joy it is to be able to create your favorite way of life in a land of freedom, and this joy will bring more peace and beauty.

For many Fiji people who saw the streamer for the first time, the visual impact was very strong, especially when thousands of streamers slowly descended from the mountain in a quiet and orderly manner, the scene was particularly spectacular. At this time, it was sunset, the first moon had risen and the night had not yet fallen, and the sky was not too bright. The streamer wears a black cloak, an open front, no hood, and the halo of his long hair and face flickers with the shadows of the trees in the mountains and forests, forming a mysterious and beautiful scene. Standing in the small city at the foot of the mountain and looking at the migratory team of the Streamer Clan, they couldn't help but hold their breath, lest they disturb the fantastic picture.

The Streamers did not enter the new city of Honia, but settled in the woods on the edge of the small city, and did not disturb the Fiji people in the city, only the priest Sylven and the demon came to the city to meet with the leader of Fiti. After the last time they were separated in Suolong, Shi Jiayan took a boat along the coast to the north, and the streamers walked inland to Honia, counting dozens of days apart.

Looking at the oncoming Shi Jiayu and Assi, Mono was the first to speak, "We are all grateful for your help. ”

Although the priest did not say a word, he immediately folded his hands lightly in front of his chest, and nodded slightly to Shi Jiaqi and Assi. This is a ritual for streamers to express gratitude and respect, because their hearts are located in the center of the chest. Although this is a very tolerant and open-minded race, they know how to respect life, and are good at gratitude, but they have surprisingly little etiquette, which seems to be the only etiquette they convey through body language.

But Shi Jia Yan felt ashamed, she knew that if she had not promised to help the Streamers build ships, if the Streamers had not helped the Sava people to rise from the ruins, then the Fiyds might not have had a chance to peacefully acquire this precious land from the Sava people. Everything they are enjoying now seems to have been brought by the streamer, and perhaps she is the one who should be most grateful, but she said implicitly: "We are just taking the opportunity to return to land, you don't need to say thank you." ”

Many young people of the Fijian tribe gathered around, looking curiously at the Sylvin priests, who did not regard the Streamers as a terrible disaster like the Lepeilian people of the Eastern Continent. In the history books of the Fijian people, the image of the streamer people has always been very friendly and wise, the ancient Fiji explorers once admired, so that the younger generations yearned, and now finally have a chance to get close, they naturally do not want to miss it. Unfortunately, the priest and Mano thanked him and left quickly.

So, on the second day, many young people were busy and ran to the woods where the streamers had stayed, looking for opportunities to contact them, hoping to learn some new things that had never been known before, so as to satisfy their curiosity. On this night, the Fiji people had the good fortune to see the sacred festival of the Streamer Clan, which was described in the Fila Clan's logbook that had been passed down for more than a thousand years.

Actually, it's not entirely accurate to describe it as a "festival", but there is no better word to describe it in Lepelian's language. In Streamer, this kind of activity is closer to the concept of "celebrating life". In this way, the streamers express their gratitude to the Sun King, singing about the beauty of life, but not just expressing gratitude, they always pay attention to the changes around them to ensure that they can maintain a prosperous living environment for a long time.

This night's festival was held for the trees that had been cut down to help them build boats across the sea.

Those trees, starting from a small seed, have gone through a long growth cycle of decades, centuries, or even thousands of years. During this period, they have endured countless baptisms of wind, frost, rain and snow, escaped many natural disasters, and finally grew into a towering tree, the hardships of which are indescribable. Perhaps, there were many small animals who built their nests among the dense branches and leaves, knowing that it was their hard-working home, and the fruit and leaves of the trees were probably still their food. Cutting down seemingly inconsequential trees is the equivalent of taking away the homes and food of many little ones. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to hold a grand festival for them, and it is not even comparable to the sacrifice they have to make for it.

This is the most important thing that the Fiji people have learned from the streamers. Of course, the Streamers didn't say anything, but their sacred rituals had made the Fiji people feel this deeply.

Before nightfall, the streamers collected the broken branches and leaves that were not used in shipbuilding, as well as the discarded wood waste, and divided them into piles and placed them regularly in the clearing in the forest. This clearing is what was left by the trees that were cut down. At first, the Fiji people didn't know what the streamers were going to do, but out of curiosity, they also came to help.

When it was dark, the streamers gathered one after another, and instead of stepping into the clearing, they stood under the trees in the woods, surrounding the clearing. If you look down from the sky at this time, you can see that they are not standing at random, and each of them is in a regular position, and together they depict a sun with a flame on the edge. The light on their bodies makes the image very vivid, very similar to the small pattern on the robe.

Campfires are arranged in a circular shape, with a certain distance between each campfire. Priest Sylven walked through the fire, slowly stepped into the central clearing, and then stretched out his left hand, palm facing up, and without any extra movement, the glowing thunderbolts flew into his palm. Then, with a flick of his hand, Ting Ling flew out again, landing into the gap between the bonfires with unmistakable accuracy, and at the same time rapidly expanded, and when he landed on the ground, he was already shaped like a big drum. There is also a "small drum" floating above each "big drum", and there are also many streamers with strange textures distributed on the surface.

At this time, dozens of dancers leaped up at the same time, landed firmly on Tingling, and caught the little Tingling floating in mid-air with one hand. Under their translucent skin, there were vein-like streamers of leaves, and those strange streamers shone with a faint blue-blue light like an ancient and mysterious symbol of life that could not be deciphered.

As their feet rose and fell, Ting Ling began to let out a long roar. Unlike the drums, which are deep and hard, it is deep and thorough, deep and clear. These are not audible sounds that can be heard by the ear, and only streamers can resonate with them. Although Lei Peilian does not have the ability to communicate with Tingling, no matter how he beats, Tingling will not respond. But fortunately, Tingling was able to transmit the sound into the consciousness of all the living beings around him, so even the Lepeilian people could hear it if they were attentive.

The sound of Tingling sounded rhythmically with the dance steps of the festival, and the streamers sang ancient songs in a low voice, and the mysterious melody drifted and spread in the forest, making the Feiqi people present intoxicated, and their souls seemed to have traveled to the ancient streamer star with those mysterious words.

The priest in the bonfire circle gradually quickened his dance steps and began to spin, and the light on his body flew out little by little, slowly falling to the ground like a fine spring rain. As the rotation accelerated, the body gradually turned into a translucent phantom, and a low chant was heard: "My sun, allow me to use the power you have given me to restore the prosperity of the earth, and thank him for the favor he has bestowed on us......"

The bonfires around them grew stronger and stronger, and when the dancers' dance steps and the singing of the forest came to an abrupt halt at the same time, the bonfire burned out. With the priest's last spin, the ashes of the fire and the light that flew from his body fell evenly onto the ground like dew, and the solemn ritual finally came to an end.