Silk and bamboo case, Haoshou green shirt. It is especially like white jade, warm and light. The eyebrows are lowered, as if waiting for a beautiful woman. The light yarn next to the pavilion floats, faintly fragrant. With just one glance, the Xuanniao, who had been practicing for a hundred years, lost his soul, hovered for three days, and sang loudly, just to get a glimpse of that person.

Just when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, everything is like a roulette wheel, and you can't avoid it, you can't escape.

"Leader Chiyou, that Xuanniao has not sung today." The slave knelt down in front of the desk. He said softly, not daring to disturb the busy leader. Pure green is only white on the top, but the beak is like an eagle but a little less sharp. There was an innumerable amount of affection in the emerald eyes. Lingering and tactful, endearing. It is said that since the mysterious bird hovered in the back mountain, the warriors in the clan all wanted to show their skills, and they had to compete to see who could catch them and ask the leader for credit. Two days, no success. He made a covenant in private, surrounded by a fence on three sides, and placed cloud fruit preserves in the middle of the net. I have not heard the sound of the bird today, I am afraid that the bird has been caught in the net and has become a plaything in a cage.

"Oh? Xuanyao circles, flying stones outside the sky, and the stone is mysterious, what does this mean? "The man's voice scratches his cheeks like the lightest feather, and tosses softly like a spring drizzle. It is like the moonlight blowing on the earth, and the breeze blowing through the young shoots. He seemed to ask himself, and he seemed to ask the slave who was still prostrate on the ground.

"As far as the villain knows, yesterday the warriors of the clan used tree bark to weave nets in the back mountain." Offering this bird, to the praise of the chief of Bo. The leader is gentle and diligent, and the clan loves him. A word of appreciation, presumably it can be glorious in front of people for a long time. Nunu, the slave, knew that he could not say this to the chief.

"Well, I guess it's time to send it. You go and choose a good mink first. The person who was obsessed with the strange stones in front of the case leaned on the stone chair made of tiger skins, squinted slightly, and knocked on the stone case with his left hand.

"Yes".

The curtain rises and falls, then returns to a brief lull.

It was just the spring afternoon when the sun was blazing, and the mischievous sun particles stepped through the cracks in the curtain and entered the tent. The guards guarding the door of the tent were still yawning in the spring sleepiness, and only a few sparse voices in the distance disturbed the people's sleepiness from time to time.

Those laughing voices seemed to be the weeping elders telling the stories of the past to the passing merchants.

It was many years ago, under the leadership of the gentle-looking man, the tribe expanded their territory. The tribe pays attention to relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and standing by the water. He led his people to inhabit the mountains in the northeast of the continent near the sea. Treasures are coveted by everyone. Foreigners continued to harass him, but he educated them one by one and brought them under his command. After a long time, there were a total of eighty-one tribes in this land, and eighty of them were sincerely subservient to Chiyou, and the Jiuli tribe was born.

Where there are people, there must be trade, and the people who come and go to the merchants tell the people of the Jiuli tribe that in the northwest of this continent, there are two powerful tribes, and they know how to farm, know how to make fire, know how to read medicine, understand the 24 solar terms, and so on. The clansmen rioted, met with the chief, and asked for orders to go to see it. He went to twenty-one at first, but only one person came back. Hardship is unspeakable. Just say that the man brought something earth-shattering. He talked secretly with the chiefs for days, and no one knew what they said. Just waited for him to come out, but he was crazy and unconscious.

From then on, the chief began to recruit people into his tent in droves. After a long time, people began to divide and cooperate according to local conditions. The chief taught some of the men the skills of farming, and cultivated on time according to the 24 solar terms, and the harvest was abundant every year, and the tribesmen were warm and full, and life was not comfortable. He also trained a group of brave warriors, who were not engaged in farming, but guarded full-time. Walls were built, canals were dug, and stone houses were built. And no one in the tribe, whether it is a man or a woman, complains. Despite the fear, everyone seemed to see something extraordinary in the calm face of the leader. I felt that something terrible must have happened to the man who came back.

But after a long time, there was no earth-shattering event. People only know that the beast meat in the clan is piling higher and higher, and life is still so good. However, outside the city walls, there was green smoke, and the beasts that had fled to no way roared desperately at the people on the city wall in the firelight.