Ye Xi left the wine tower in a low mood.

But when he returned to the clothes tower, took off his bloated animal skin clothes and the already dirty and worn linen clothes, and put on the new clothes that had just been cut, his mood changed again.

Because the clothes that were just made were so much to his liking.

The man at the Yita made the clothes he wanted perfectly, and even exceeded his expectations a lot.

Ye Xi's piece was designed in imitation of a game costume called "Chasing Grass Xirong" in his memory. Stand-up collar, narrow sleeves, leggings, a coat like an off-the-shoulder monk's robe, the hem of which covers the calf, and a bronze belt with animal bones and leather boots......

After changing, the whole person looks handsome and upright, and heroic.

Ye Xi looked at the cuffs and found that the cuffs and necklines of the clothes and the hem of the clothes were embroidered with fierce beast patterns, which looked exquisite and expensive.

In this wild land, only nine craftsmen can make such well-fitting and exquisite clothes. Even Ye Xi couldn't imagine how the people of Jiugong not only made all four clothes but also embroidered them with patterns in just half a day.

Because Jiugong's clothes are made of special materials and have excellent cold-proof effects, Ye Xi simply threw away the original animal skin clothes and easily wore light new clothes.

But Duan Ling is still only a first-class warrior, and his ability to resist cold is not as strong as Ye Xi's, so he will still be cold when he wears this alone, so he put on a thin animal skin coat outside.

Put on new clothes and walk out of the tower, the two are like shotguns for guns, pedestrians have sideways eyes, no need to take the thunder beast, passers-by will also be polite a point or two, the so-called people rely on clothes, nothing more than that.

For the rest of the time, Ye Xi bought the remaining beast cores in the high-level trading area with some exotic flowers and plants.

Here, as long as you have money and a ferocious beast core, you can buy exotic flowers and plants, which are not as rare as when you were in the Black Ridge Mountains.

The two returned home with a full load.

It's getting colder.

The wind and snow swept across the land, and the snow on the streets had piled up to the calves, and the ground was covered in snow.

In the open space outside the stone house, Broken Ling held a bone knife in his hand, closed his eyes, and practiced his knife skills in the heavy snow.

Footprints were left on the snow, and they were instantly flattened by the wind and snow.

Two days ago, after drinking the Li spring water of the Li tribe, Broken Ling's strength has increased, in order to train himself to seek a breakthrough, he has been practicing knife techniques for the past two days, closing his eyes and imagining that there is a fierce beast in front of him.

"Moo......"

The Thunder Beast suddenly poked its head out of the pet house, its bronze bell-like eyes looking at Broken Ling.

Broken Ling opened his eyes, and unexpectedly swung his bone knife and slashed straight at the Thunder Beast. And the Thunder Beast stepped on the snow, and got out of the stone house like a play, bowing its head towards the Broken Feather.

One man and one beast fought like this.

In the stone house.

Ye Xi sat on the edge of the stone platform, holding an absorbent cloth pen by the candlelight of a candle, patiently drawing a map.

In the corner of the house was a large fire burning with fire.

Quack crouched in a ball of fat by the firelight, dozing off with drooping eyelids.

Because it was so close, the orange tongue of fire licked onto its small skin jacket, and the hair on the animal skin jacket showed scorched marks.

The stone house had no windows, and in order to ventilate, Ye Xi moved the stone slab blocking the door a little.

Outside, the snow was falling and a biting cold wind whizzed in through the cracks, blowing the candlelight on the stone platform and the campfire in the corner of the house.

A cold wind blew on Quack, and it opened its eyes and suddenly woke up.

Quack looked left and right, walked to Ye Xi's side, drilled under Ye Xi's arm like a little milk dog, shrunk into Ye Xi's arms, and continued to doze off.

Ye Xi touched Gaga's head with his left hand and continued to draw the map.

In addition to the map that Ye Xi was drawing, there were also many maps spread out everywhere on the stone platform—some were bought from the trading area, some were drawn by Ye Xi before, and some were taken from the Great Witch of the Tree Human Clan.

What Ye Xi is doing now is to gather all these collected maps.

Ye Xi's expression was very serious, and he would confirm it before dropping each stroke, and he would not put down the pen until it was confirmed.

You can't use charcoal to draw this kind of map, it's easy to paste, so Ye Xi used the absorbent cloth pen that was given to him on the day he bought the parchment.

This pen is made by folding a highly absorbent cloth into a pointed nib, which is covered with a wooden shell. Every few strokes must be stained with paint, and after use, the wooden shell must be opened, and the absorbent cloth inside must be soaked to soften before it can be used again.

Time flows quietly.

After a long time, the stone slab blocking the door was suddenly removed, and the snow was falling all over the body, and the frozen hands and feet were red walked in lightly.

He didn't dare to disturb Ye Xi, so he walked to the fire, shook off the snow on his body, and then sat next to him and roasted the fire quietly.

Next to the stone platform, Ye Xi put down his pen, picked up the map full of parchment scrolls and looked at the candle flame, showing a satisfied smile.

I was locked in my room for three days and finished painting.

There are still many gaps to be filled in the map, but Ye Xi is very satisfied.

Looking at the dense lines and annotations of the map, Ye Xi felt as if he was looking down on this vast land from mid-air.

Ye Xi stared at the criss-crossing map, the two small dots that represented the Tushan tribe and the Xia tribe, and exhaled softly.

Putting down the map, Ye Xi said to Duan Ling, who was baking the fire in the corner of the house: "Xiao Ling, come here." ”

Broken Ling hurriedly got up and walked over.

"Sit down. Ye Xi said warmly.

"Oh. Duan Ling sat down beside Ye Xi stiffly.

Ye Xi pointed to the point representing the Xia tribe in the map spread out on the stone platform, as well as the label next to it, and said, "Look, this is our Xia tribe, and the mark next to it is the text representing the Xia tribe." ”

Broken Ling followed Ye Xi's fingertips and looked curiously at the strange square word representing the Xia tribe.

"From today onwards, I will teach you how to read. Ye Xi said calmly.

Broken Ling was taken aback: "Recognize, recognize?!"

"Hmm. "Ye Xi," is not a witch script, it is an ordinary person's text. ”

In fact, there are words in this world, which are scarce and contain unique powers, which only witches can learn. And what Ye Xi wanted to teach Broken Ling was an ordinary text that did not contain power - Chinese.

Since he walked out of the Xia tribe, Ye Xi has been thinking about a problem all the way.

That is how to restore the Xia tribe to the level of its original heyday, make the Xia tribe strong enough to help the human race, and let Xia Cang's last wish come true.

can think about it and calculate it, Ye Xi knows that in his lifetime, I am afraid that he will not be able to bring the Xia tribe to its former glory.

Because the population of the Xia tribe is too small and too small, it is too late to start working hard now. Unless you destroy other tribes and plunder the populations of other tribes. But in this way, it violated Xia Cang's original intention, and also violated Ye Xi's principles, putting the cart before the horse.

The only thing he can do is to give the foundation of the Xia tribe, make the future road plan clear, and let the descendants of the Xia tribe follow this road.

So hundreds of years later, or even thousands of years later, after the accumulation of the Xia tribe from generation to generation, there will always be a generation that will grow to the height of the eight tribes, restore the glory it deserves, and have the ability to implement the will of Xia Cangzu Wu and be the real "Xia tribe".

And "text" is the first gift that Ye Xi left to the Xia tribe.