Chapter 182: Yiren Village

Lijiao and Han Feng are both used to being sharp, even if they can't speak clearly, they both know each other's meaning. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info However, Wanrou is simple by nature, where can I guess that Lijiao asks herself "are you afraid", but what she is actually asking.

Seeing that her face was full of anxiety, Lijiao sighed, secretly thinking that she was ignorant and unconscious, and she was really not afraid of anything, which was also a kind of happiness.

But she and Han Feng were willing to continue to be so "stupid" gently, but Heizi was unwilling. Kuroko stood up, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and said, "Little girl, we are generations, these two are not! Are you dizzy, or have you been kicked by a donkey? Don't you know what they want to do?"

"They want to take down Xiangcheng, and then kill all of us!" These god-damn Yiren ......" Heizi scolded and scolded, and he couldn't hold back as soon as he spoke, but as soon as the words "God-damned Yiren" blurted out, Han Feng was not angry yet, and he had already snapped his fingers.

Feeling the green python hovering behind him, Kuroko closed his mouth in time. Han Feng sneered, clenched Wanrou's hand, and then said, "I also have the bloodline of the generation, so naturally I will not kill the generation." But...... Kuroko, don't forget, what is your status in the Elephant City now. I am a prisoner, and you may not be better than me, and in that case, why should you ...... if the kingdom does not consider you a people?"

"I advise you, don't say this sentence in the forest of the cangwu. Li Jiao waved her hand, signaling the green python to continue crawling forward honestly, she glanced at Han Feng and Heizi respectively, and then focused on the light shadow meat silk in her hand, "It's true that you have generational blood, but there are still many Yi people in this forest." When we reach our territory, it's best to put away the generational set. As for these two pure generations, it's better to be more restrained, otherwise I can't afford to take care of what happens. ”

Han Feng asked again, "You haven't answered me yet, why did you start spreading insect eggs now, can't your previous priest go to Elephant City?"

Liyu said: "Karma will meet." If it were just us, how could we succeed? We will have to wait until the generation is in civil strife before we can fish in troubled waters. What's more, don't you know, I'm the best priest of the Daiqing clan in the past hundred years!"

As if to verify Liji's words, the four of them looked ahead, and the twists and turns that should exist in the mountains and deep forests were gone. Countless snakes and insects poked out of the caves where they were hiding, using their bodies to make the way for them. As a result, the road is much smoother, but the surrounding environment is really scary.

Dozens of pythons swept up the thick trunks of trees that had fallen to the ground, and they were pulled upright to make way for a smooth road, and branches that blocked the view were bitten off by longhorns or carried aside by mosquitoes and flies as big as fists......

Except for the road where Han Feng and the others walked, everything around them was moving. Wanrou walked in fear, for fear of making a mistake, so she walked into the pile of insects.

And looking at this grand occasion, even Bai Tong was amazed: "Ten Thousand Gu Dynasty Sect can be regarded as the culmination of the art of insect repellent." I didn't expect her to practice to this kind of situation as a little girl, she was really the best priest of the Daiqing clan in the past hundred years, no wonder she was not afraid of human Gu. ”

Han Feng sighed lightly: "Demons are rampant, a sign of troubled times." ”

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Following Lijiao on the mountain road, the distance that would have taken a little bit was indeed reached in less than an hour, and this Yiren settlement opened Han Feng's eyes.

The Yi people liked to sing and dance, and when they were still some footsteps away from the settlement, the four of them heard a loud singing. When they walked to the entrance of the village, the voice was already close to their ears, but Han Feng, Heizi and Wanrou looked for a long time, and they didn't see where the singer was.

Li Ji looked at the three of them with disdain, and then beckoned to the cliffs on both sides.

Han Feng followed her hand and saw that there was a hole carved into the cliff, and a pair of young men and women were singing with smiles on their faces in the cave that was only for shelter, and they didn't even stop beckoning.

The village was built deep in the settlement, a rare stretch of open valley floor. On both sides of the exterior are cliffs, and wooden shelves are built on the cliffs, which should be fortifications for defense. The cave was built high above the ground, and there were no wooden frames around it to climb, only stone pits sunk into the cliffs.

Climbing like this, Han Feng thinks that he can do it, Heizi is used to coming and going, of course, he should be able to do it, but Wanrou definitely can't do it. But the young men and women in the cave did not seem to be equipped with martial arts, and even the girl seemed a little dignified, and I really did not know what prompted them to ignore the danger of going up the mountain, and to go to the cave to show their singing.

Li Ji seemed to see what he was thinking, so he said, "It's the wind." The wind on the cliff is stronger than the wind below, and if you sing, the sound will travel farther. In order for their loved ones to be able to hear their voices and know that they will be home soon, they go there every day consciously. Also, I don't know if you've noticed...... They are ......"

"The male is from the Daiqing tribe, and the female is from the Ajin tribe. With Bai Tong in his body, Han Feng can still distinguish the clothing habits of the two clans clearly. The fact that the two men and women became a couple and got along so harmoniously was really unexpected for him, and at the same time, it also made him feel very happy.

At least, if today's Yiren can get rid of their past suspicions, then it will be beneficial and harmless for him to carry out his great cause in the future. To some extent, he even hoped in his heart that the Ajin people who had cultivated human Gu had died thirty years ago. Although his idea has always been spurned by Bai Tong, he really doesn't want to come to the forest and see a plate of loose sand.

It's a good start.

The Yi people who were waiting at the entrance of the village noticed the arrival of a group of four, and immediately someone shouted: "The priest is back!

What he said was Yiren's words, and Han Feng couldn't understand it, thanks to Bai Tong who had been translating. He truthfully told Wanrou and Kuroko the meaning of these words, in Wanrou's eyes, everything in her own Xiangguild should be shared, so she was not surprised, only smiled indifferently, while Kuroko was beside her with her hands clasped around her chest, her face was blue, and she didn't know what to think.

Li Ji smiled at the people who came over and pointed to Han Feng's bag and said a few words, looking at the heat in the eyes of those people, Han Feng knew what Li Ji wanted to say even if he didn't need Bai Tong's translation. So, the bags were snatched by these people in the blink of an eye, and the clothes and snacks in it were divided up by the whole village, and the speed was so fast that several people smacked their tongues.

And by dividing things into things, Han Feng also had a general understanding of the number of people in the village.

There are more than 1,000 people in this village, and according to Lijiao, there are only five or six villages in the Cangwu Forest, so the total number of people is no more than 7,000. Of the 1,000 people in this village, the vast majority were men, only one or two hundred women, and even fewer were marriageable women. Lijiao is right, if the system of sending Yi women every five years continues to exist, then within a few decades, the Yi people will face the disaster of extinction.

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