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The speed of the boat was so fast that the mural passed by so quickly that you couldn't even notice it. Although Han Feng could see it, he could only vaguely glance at it once or twice, and the broken picture of these two glances was enough to remind Bai Tong of many past events.

These petroglyphs are older than Bai Tong, so for Bai Tong, the content of the petroglyphs can also be called another level of legend. It contains the memories of the oldest priest of the Ajin tribe, and the legends recorded are of course more complete than those heard by Lijiao, and with these petroglyphs, it finally recalls it little by little.

What was passed down by the priests of the two tribes was the most important, so that song or poem was the core of the legend, and what Bai Tong remembered might be called the commentary on the poem.

The petroglyphs are not all about poetry, but there are also many accounts of how the ancestors of the Yi people learned to live, how to tame animals, and even how to repel insects. Those secret techniques are more primitive than those used by Lijiao, but they are also more direct, and it can be expected that the effect may be even more powerful. Han Feng listened to Bai Tong's narration and silently remembered them one by one. Now that she is both an enemy and a friend, these things are naturally not easy to tell her, so she can only wait until the right time to teach her.

Of course, the most content of the rock paintings is still about how the Yi people overcame all difficulties and came to the forest from the holy city of Xuelong Mountain. The most partially rendered picture seems to be a disaster. It seems that tens of thousands of years ago, under the catastrophe of the collapse of the sky and the earth, the holy city was buried in the depths of the mountains, and the people who escaped from the city lost everything overnight.

The people who escaped entered the wilderness in a panic, and gradually learned the survival skills from the animals, so that for a time they retreated to a "non-human" state. They run faster, see farther, and have a sharper sense of smell and touch than normal people, which allows them to survive in the woods better, but they also wear away what little humanity they have left.

As long as a small number of people still retain their hearts. They passed on the events of the past from generation to generation in the form of petroglyphs, and because the gods they once worshipped did not keep them away from disaster, these people changed their beliefs and became children of the gods of nature. The reverence for the mountain spirits led them to worship the animals they had previously despised in the city as part of the gods of nature, and from then on, new beliefs were passed on by word of mouth, and the art of repelling insects took root and blossomed in this most primitive belief.

And Dai Qing and Ah Jin are originally of the same root, only because in tens of thousands of years of jungle life, some people are used to life in the mountains, and some people are used to life by the water, and the tribes are gradually divided, and they have slowly become two races. The Ajin people rely on the water to eat water, and Zhong Lingyu is beautiful; the Daiqing people rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and they are light and spiritual.

Hearing Bai Tong talk about this, Han Feng couldn't help but sigh secretly, thinking that those Yi clan seniors might not have guessed that things had developed up to now, and everything had changed.

"This is where they come from and where they belong. They made up such poems, the original meaning may not refer to the soul after death to return to their homeland, they may prefer that their descendants can one day return to the holy city and find those remaining civilizations, but the world has changed, and the people may remember to look back at first, but then they put all their energy into internal friction, so that they were controlled by the generations in one fell swoop, and now they are on the verge of extinction again.

At this moment, although the two races are together, how many people know that they are brothers and sisters?

But after the natural disaster, even if the Holy City can really be found, what is left in that city? If after 10,000 years of wind and frost, there are still the last vestiges of the Holy City, that place......

Han Feng's paddling hand couldn't help but stop: Could that place be the last refuge for the Yi people?

He didn't know why he suddenly had this thought, but he always felt that this time he would have to gain and lose in his search for the Holy City.

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The place where Furukawa has rediscovered is between the two cliffs of Qiongdan Mountain. The cliff was as if it had been cut down by heaven with a great axe, and it was straight and smooth for miles.

At a glance, the valley area is lush with vegetation because of the steaming water, but within a few tens of zhang upwards, the rocky surface is exposed, which is in stark contrast to the vast green of Qiongdan Mountain.

After a day and a night, the canoe finally came out of the cave, and everyone was shocked by what they saw, except for the fact that they were still buried in rowing.

The cold wind blows on the top of the mountain, and the sand and rocks are flying. The sand and dust were rolling down, and even the trees and flowers next to the river could not be stopped. Li Jiao bore the brunt of being poured a mouthful of sand, and Han Feng quickly protected Wanrou in his arms.

Perhaps because the mountain blocks most of the water vapor, the wind is much drier than the wind on the south side of the mountain, and it is no wonder that the vegetation in the north of the mountain is concentrated only near the river valley.

And this kind of weather is indeed suitable for the growth of green hemp.

Han Feng looked to the shore, just as the poem said, on both sides of the river, there were countless green hemp, but he didn't find the food that covered the mountains.

Between the mountains and rivers, they are finally no longer the only human beings. There are countless reddish-brown people in the green hemp bushes, chopping the green hemp branches and leaves, picking up berries falling from unknown trees, and in the distance, on the meadow, people are shepherding sheep.

Looking at the shepherdess, Han Feng suddenly felt a heat in front of him, as if he had returned to the foot of Daqing Mountain and returned to his hometown after a long absence. He remembered that the first time he went out of the city in his life was to follow the brigade of the prodigal soldiers to the foot of the Great Green Mountain. On the way they met some of the shepherd girls, and all the prodigal soldiers had straight eyes, which caused the shepherd girls to laugh.

It was one of the few happy memories he had, and although it was short-lived, it still felt warm when he thought about it.

These people wore thick sheepskin jackets, and many wore chains made of multicolored stones from the mountains on their hands and necks, which was both simple and gorgeous. They looked at the boat that had rushed out of the cave, their eyes widened, and they could hardly believe what they were seeing. But in an instant, they smiled kindly, greeted the people on board, and blessed them in words they didn't understand.

"You're good!" Lijiao stood up, clasped her hands to her mouth, and shouted loudly to the people on the shore. She said Yi language, and of course the people of the Ye Di tribe couldn't understand it, but from her full smile, they all knew what this little girl meant, so they replied more enthusiastically and in a more cheerful tone.

This was the first time Han Feng had seen such a hospitable person, he had always been indifferent, and at this moment, he couldn't help but be infected by the other party's enthusiasm, and felt that his shoulders were much lighter.

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