Brute pattern is a method of using external force to stimulate the bloodline, while totem is the external manifestation of the power of the bloodline, the principle of the two is interconnected, but in use, it is just the opposite.

As the "Ten Witches of Lingshan", "Barbarian Pattern Production" is Wu Peng's specialty, and that night, he also explained a little bit about "Barbarian Pattern", so Xingtian has some understanding of it.

For the brute-patterned entity, it was also the first time Xingtian had seen it.

Feng Cang said with some jealousy: "I said Xingtian boy, how old are you, how can you see brute lines?"

Xing Tian didn't answer this question, but asked directly: "Lord Fengcang, what is the power of their brute pattern? Two-headed wolf, it should be about two ability bonuses?"

Kazecang pursed his lips and replied, "I thought you knew everything...... This two-headed wolf, what increases the speed of the warrior and the bloodthirstiness. ”

"Bloodthirsty?"

"Yes, wolves are bloodthirsty, and once these warriors start killing, they will get more and more excited, but it is only the body that is excited, on the contrary, the mind will become very calm. However, the side effects are also huge, because the excitement of the body will make them ignore the fatigue of the body, and sometimes they will die of exhaustion due to the long time of killing, and they will die directly on the battlefield. Fight to the death, which is why the two-headed wolf warriors are in high demand. ”

Xing Tian gasped and said secretly: The more you kill your body, the more excited you are, then this two-headed wolf warrior is a standard killing machine......

Out of the identity of the warriors in his previous life, Xingtian had a great impression of these disciplined slave warriors, but it was a pity that he was not their master, otherwise it would be a happy thing to bring these guys to the battlefield to fight.

At this time, someone in the clan had already announced the arrival of Fengcang, and saw the old patriarch and other clan elders from a distance to greet him, Xing Tian took a step forward and said: "I will not participate in the things on the scene, the altar is built, and I will wait for your sacrificial vessels." ”

Feng Cang nodded, looked up at the virtual shadow of the Witch God Temple in the sky, sighed, and said, "The meaning of the Witch God is unpredictable. Whether you and I can fully cooperate depends on whether your ministry can ignite the totemic fire this time......"

"Don't worry, we won't let you down!"

When night falls, the starry sky shines.

Five bonfires were lit in the open field of Woniu Village, and the sturdy and fierce clansmen gathered around the bonfire, roasting the pickled rock beef that Xing Tian and the others had returned from hunting a few days ago.

Surrounded by the young men and children of the tribe, they ate and listened to their stories of their adventures in the battle against the rock oxen.

The clan elders opened the field around the bonfire, beat the cowhide drum, and sang the legendary story of the ancient warriors of the Qingyu tribe defeating the dragon in a desolate tone, and a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old young men who were about to become warriors improvised the "Beast Fighting Dance".

Wonderful performances, thrilling scenes, showing the legendary story of Green Dragon Quest. The plot was thrilling and exciting, and won thunderous applause from the audience.

Middle-aged women also gathered, each talking about the greatness of their men, or discussing the miscellaneous household routines.

The old patriarch Cangwu stood between the bonfires, sharing the food with knives, laughing from time to time and calling the names of the clansmen, and when he came to him, he knelt down to receive the food.

From time to time, the old patriarch whispered to the old people, hugged their heads and cried, and laughed for a few rounds, the scene was poignant, but also exciting, full of hope for the future.

After the beast dance, the innocent girls sang mountain songs, danced steps, and performed passionate and romantic songs and dances around the fire. The beautiful girls' graceful posture, melodious singing, and charming smiles caused the young people to fidget, and they rushed to the field one by one, singing and dancing with the girls, and the joy was infinite.

The adult men, passing the only wine sac between them, Xing Tian drank a large sip of slightly sour fruit wine, and then got up and walked to the place where the witch doctor Lao Grandma was.

Walking through the campfire dance ground, cruelly refusing the invitation of a large number of young girls to dance, Xingtian finally arrived in front of the old grandmother intact.

The old grandmother was telling the children the story of the clan, and the children were engrossed and intent, as if they were in a dream.

"In ancient times, the heavens and the earth were connected, huge vines fell from the sky, or sacred trees rose from the ground, connecting the heavens and the earth, as long as you have a good pair of feet, you can walk into another heaven and earth......"

"Another world, old grandma, what is that place?"

"It's another world!"

The children shook their heads in confusion.

The old grandmother smiled: "It's another world, a completely different world from the wild world." The world is not the only one in our wild world. Ancient ancestors called different worlds 'heaven'. We call it 'Reckless Heaven', in addition to 'Biluo Heaven', 'Wansen Heaven', 'Thousand Mountains Heaven', 'Yunhai Tian'...... There are worlds where people live on islands or under water, there are places where there are woods and mountains, people live under trees or caves, and there are places where people live on clouds, hee-hee, where the clouds are strong enough to build houses...... And most of them, there are four distinct seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, when it is cold, there is no wild cold, and when it is hot, there is no wild heat, and the cold and heat last for a short time, only one year......"

"Oh, don't the people who live there have to change their clothes often, what a hassle......"

"yes, yes, what if the clothes of the people who live under the water are wet?"

"Will the people who live on the clouds fall? Is there still a cloud underneath?"

......

The children asked questions and made the old grandmother laugh.

"It's up to you to find the answers to these questions...... Old Grandma pointed to the Witch Temple in the sky and said, "If one day, you become a great totem warrior, you will definitely be inspired by the Witch Temple to explore those places...... When the time comes, you can directly ask those people if they want to change their clothes constantly, if their clothes are wet, and what will happen if they fall into the clouds......"

The children immediately did not follow, and tricked the old grandmother to give the answer.

Xing Tian stepped forward and mentioned the children who fell on the old grandmother one by one, and said with a smile: "Don't make trouble with the old grandma, when you grow up, Brother Xingtian will take you to grab all those places, if you want to live underwater, you can live underwater, if you want to live in the sky, you can live in the sky! Okay, let's play now, you see, Sister Zhan Ying's corbel is roasted......

Roar –

A large group of children, when they heard that the barbecue was cooked, immediately forgot all the problems, rushed up, and made Zhan Ying and Wuhua scramble for a while.

Xing Tian smiled and knelt down in front of the old grandmother, and said, "Why didn't you talk about those hatreds in the clan...... I remember when you were their age, you had to tell us every day about the betrayal of the young people. ”

The old grandmother straightened the bronze mirror on her chest and sighed: "The clan also needs happy stories." With too many blood feuds on the shoulders of future generations, doesn't it seem that our generation is very incompetent?"

Xing Tian asked, "Which tribe is the blood feud of our Qingyu tribe, and why are you and your master so taboo?"

The old grandmother shook her head and said, "This is a secret that only me and the patriarch can know, and I will tell you when the time comes." ”

Xing Tian sighed, looked at the five-story tower made of soul sacrifice wood behind the bonfire, and the altar built with blood-stained mud on it, and asked slowly, "Old Grandma, how sure are you that you can rekindle the totem fire?"

"I don't know. The old grandmother replied lightly: "But according to the witchcraft taught to me by Wu Peng, there should be no problems, and the rest depends on the will of the witch god." ”

"What is your relationship with Wu Peng? Are you also a disciple of Wu Peng?"

"No......" The old grandmother touched the bronze bell on her waist and replied, "He is my father!"

Xingtian was stunned and grew his mouth.

Boom Ding Dong......

The old grandmother played the tambourine and smiled: "Go, it's time." ”

"It's time for the sacrifice?"

"No, it's time for you to become the son of the totem!" The old grandmother stretched out her hand and pointed outside, Xing Tian looked down, and Wu Peng's lonely figure in the darkness in the distance was silently waiting......

Back Mountain.

Sword Cliff.

Xingtian and Wu Peng stood on it, and the joy of the people in the Woniu Village at the foot of the mountain was clearly visible.

"You're the old grandma's father?"

Xing Tian endured all the way, and finally asked.

"She told you?"

Xing Tian nodded and said, "But the old grandma seems to have a relationship with you...... Not that close. ”

"Because I killed her husband, the last patriarch of your Qingyu tribe......" Wu Peng sighed, "I was seriously injured back then, and I avoided mundane work to recuperate, but I didn't have time to warn the Qingyu tribe. As a result, her husband, daughter, and son were brutally killed, and the Qingyu Department fell apart...... She hates me!"

Xing Tian finally understood why the old grandmother had that angry expression when he mentioned Wu Peng for the first time.

The last patriarch of the Qingyu tribe, that is, the husband of the old grandmother, was an open-minded person, and made friends with tens of thousands of tribes in a friendly manner, and thousands of large and small tribes depended on, and the Qingyu tribe has never been stronger.

But no matter how powerful the tribe is, it can't resist the betrayal of those who trust it.

A trusted vassal tribe, their totemic son won the heart of the daughter of the Qingyu patriarch, and the marriage between the two families was a great joy, but the young patriarch had already joined forces with the enemies of the Qingzi tribe to secretly kill the Qingyu patriarch.

With the heart of a gentleman, the patriarch of Qingyu decided to personally send his daughter to marry and come to the residence of his daughter's fiancé. When he happily brought his daughter and son to the wedding feast, a shameful betrayal occurred, and the patriarch was captured by the enemy on the spot.

His daughter...... That is, the daughter of the old grandmother, who was tyrannized and died;

The son was dragged by galloping horses, and at last he was ground into a mess of rotten flesh on the sand;

And after the patriarch of Qingyu saw his children and retinue being executed, he was also put in the middle of a stone mill and ground to death......

Soon after that, the Qingyu tribe was besieged by the enemy's united tribes.

Of those tribes, there were still many vassal tribes of the Qingyu tribe back then. They covet the wealth of the Qingjia tribe, but they are afraid of the blood of the Qingjia. The massacre was staged, and the large tribe of tens of thousands of people was finally slaughtered, and the rest fled under the leadership of several powerful clansmen.

And Woniu Village is a branch led by the old grandmother.