Dan water.

Danshui irrigation is hundreds of miles away, and where there is water, there must be civilization, this sentence is not applicable near Danshui.

There are many hills, mountains and forests in this area, and there is a miasma of black smoke everywhere.

Although it is dependent on water, it is very expensive to develop this place and communicate it with the outside world, so there are no forces willing to develop this place.

As a result, this place became a place for savages to cultivate and burn.

It is said that it is a wild man, but in fact, there is also a civilization.

Danshui Yang, referred to as Danyang.

This place is backed by mountains and forests, and there is water in front of it, which is a natural area.

In a flat clearing at the water's edge sits a group of wooden houses, two feet above the ground and roofs made of thatch.

This is a very classical wooden house with a high roof in the middle and a slope of flowing water on both sides.

The upper floor is inhabited by people, and the lower floor is supported by wooden stakes to support the gap from the ground for grazing animals or stacking sundries.

At this time, in front of the largest wooden house, the lights were bright, and dozens of "wild men" dressed in linen cloth and tattooed with broken hair were holding torches.

In front of them was an octagonal altar five feet high, made of loess.

The altar is dedicated to wild fruits, as well as the wine made from them, and a large fish that is half a man tall.

The clay pot was filled with wormwood, and the green smoke from the burning of wormwood flew into the distance.

Around the altar stood eight samurai in heavy armor.

Two men stood in front of the stairs of the altar.

A young and handsome man, in his late sixteen or seventeenth year, with his hair uncovered and his face painted crimson.

This is Zhang Qi, the son-in-law of the Zhang family, and the leader of this savage tribe.

The other was gray-haired, dressed in a feather coat made of colorful feathers, with the same oil paint on his face, and holding a leather drum-like ritual vessel in his hand.

"Wu, it's your turn." Zhang Qi turned his head and said to the old man.

This is one of the few witches among the savages who knows the etiquette of sacrifice.

Of course, this guy has no divine power, and I don't know if it's a god or a lonely ghost.

At least it's loud enough for the gods to hear.

The priest beats the drum and sings an old ballad.

Pitch black canopy, array of stars.

The leaves of the old forest are fluttering, like ghosts beating the beat; Danshui white waves burst, like a dragon churning; The green mist is filled, and the ghosts are coming.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Qi sighed in his heart.

The circumstances of life are difficult to fathom, and I am afraid that only the gods can know.

Four years ago, he was still a low-level horse breeder, and four years later, he can be regarded as the leader of a party, maybe saying it will make the nobles laugh off their big teeth, and savages are also people?

But here, although the conditions are difficult, Zhang Qi feels the dignity of being a human being.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qi's eyes were sour, he didn't know if it was smoked by wormwood, or he was sad, he almost burst into tears.

If only my sister were here.

The evil gods and wicked people took her life, and Zhang Qi tossed and turned day and night and couldn't sleep, eager to rush out and kill the enemy immediately.

"Heaven and earth are gods...... If only the world was full of gods like gods. ”

Zhang Qi sighed.

It is rare in the world not to eat blood (referring to human beings), but to be worshipped.

He is willing to live forever and serve the true God.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Suddenly, there was a loud storm and a roar came from the woods.

Crash!

A huge figure smashed into a tree trunk and leaped out.

Everyone looked at it and it turned out to be a big black bear.

This black bear is about two meters tall, its black fur is like an iron ring, and the bear's paws are as big as a fan.

"All of you!"

Zhang Qi said in a strange dialect.

This is the dialect of the savages, which he took two years to learn, and at the same time taught some people to use the official dialect of Jingguo.

The savages opened their bows and shot arrows.

The rain of arrows fell, and they were all bounced off by the black hair on the black bear's body, which not only did not hurt the black bear, but angered the beast.

"Roar!"

Annoyed, the black bear ran upright toward the altar, making a boom with every step.

The savages were stunned by the momentum.

They had hunted all their lives, and they had never seen such a fierce and powerful beast.

"Someone!"

Zhang Qi drew his long knife and ordered eight talisman warriors to protect him in front of the altar.

The savages behind him were infected and took out their spears and stone chisels.

The group sat and waited for the black bear to come.

"Great Witch! Keep singing! (Wu Wu for short)

Zhang Qi didn't look back, and said to the little frightened witch on the five-foot altar.

(Great witch is a title, a monk can also be a witch, and a mortal can also be a witch)

"Okay."

The Great Witch calmed down and continued to sing and sing ballads.

"Let Zhu Rongxi go first, and let Zhao Mingxi open the door......"

This time it's not a weird syllable, it's a ballad in praise of the ancestor Zhurong.

Zhurong is regarded as an ancestor by the savages.

Yin Shang believed in God, and was called king during his lifetime and emperor after his death. God is both heaven and king.

The tribes surnamed Ji in the West worship their ancestors, and people are separated from the gods.

The southern tribes are different, they worship fire, value ghosts and gods, and believe in the induction of heaven and man, so they have many beliefs.

Listening to the spell of the Great Witch, everyone's hearts settled down.

The black bear was getting closer and closer, and Zhang Qi was a little shocked when he saw the black bear's glowing green eyes.

"This ...... Is this a spirit? ”

This black bear is almost a spirit, no wonder it is so powerful.

The black bear is getting closer.

Thirty zhang, twenty zhang, ten zhang......

The roar is deafening, and you can even smell the fishy stench in the mouth of a black bear.

Under the leadership of Zhang Qi, none of the savages flinched, their eyes were firm, and their blood was boiling in their chests.

In the past four years, in order to have a safe station, they have encountered countless difficulties through frost and dew, cutting thorns, and encountering countless difficulties.

This time, again, it was no exception.

Because there is the blessing of the gods.

Click......

I saw countless thorns growing on the ground, entangled the black bear's feet, and wooden thorns pierced into the black bear's flesh.

Thump......

The black bear's massive size fell to the ground.

A nine-foot-tall treeman with two heads taller than a black bear appeared.

The tree man stepped on the struggling black bear with one foot, and despite its great strength, it still couldn't move, and the feet formed by the roots of the tree continued to wrap around the black bear.

Tang Ping stretched out his right hand, and Zhang Qi threw out a long knife when he saw this.

The roots of the tree trap the long knife.

Poof!

A knife to the head.

Blood gushed out.

Green mist, thorns, tree gods, altars...... Sketch a mythical picture.

"I am the god of the banyan tree under the throne of the Youdu Pavilion!"

As soon as these words came out, more than 1,000 people in the tribe knelt down and lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the gods.

Tang Ping flew onto the altar and suspended in mid-air.

Looking at the grilled fish on the altar, I couldn't help but sigh a little.

"This tribe is poor enough."

Wow!

The wind swept angrily, tearing up the sacrifices, and fish, melons and fruits, wine, and mugwort smoke flew out of their mouths.

Tang Ping closed his eyes and realized for a moment.

In the end, the ritual is still a little simple, not as effective as imagined, it is estimated that there is no three animals, and the effect is equivalent to a pair of jade medicine.

After enjoying the offerings, Tang Ping stretched out his finger a little, and the cyan wood gas circled, and everyone felt cool all over, and the wheat field not far away grew emerald green buds.

The crowd shouted miracles and kowtowed repeatedly.

After enjoying the offerings, Tang Ping beckoned Zhang Qi to go to the big house for a while.

The Great Witch is frantically recording today's miracles outside, and he will definitely create it quietly after he returns, and a new eulogy of the wood god killing the bear demon is about to be published.

"The god asked me to tell me, don't be anxious, be calm and patient, one day you will rise, my god will give you a method of making salt."

Tang Ping dictated, and Zhang Qi wrote it down word for word.

Salt is the most important material in ancient times, and Tang Ping, as a person who studied history in his previous life, could not have understood the ancient method of salt making.

With salt, trade can be started and more goods can be exchanged.

"Thank you, Wood God!"

Zhang Qi's voice just fell.

Wow!

The wooden door opened, and Tang Ping rose into the air and disappeared with the green mist.

The majesty has been established, and the tribe worships itself as a god.

Don't ask for anything more, it's just killing the chickens and taking the eggs, let them develop first.

"Lonely!"

The Great Witch shouted, and the tribesmen stepped forward to scramble for what was left of the altar.

The lonely, the gods disappear; Mo, the sacrifice is over.

The black bear on the side was also skinned and fleshed.

"Look, teacher!"

Zhang Qi walked out the door, and an eight-year-old boy with hair but no tattoos held the head of a black bear that was most of his height and stepped forward to ask for credit.

This kind of divine power is really rare.

This is Zhang Qi's student, and he is also the only person in the savage tribe who has awakened the Zhurong bloodline, and is regarded as the heir of the next generation of tribes in the future.

"The gods descend on the bear, this is a sign of the prosperity of my tribe surnamed Mi!"

"Whew!!"

The crowd cheered!

Since then, the tribe has regarded the thorns fallen by the gods as sacred relics, and the tribe has a bear as its clan.

National events are in worship and worship.

After this sacrifice, the scattered savage tribe was completely integrated, and the thousand-person tribe led by Zhang Qi became the orthodoxy of Zhurong in the Danshui area.

The Xiong clan, in the sun of Danshui, was officially formed.

Take the phoenix as the totem, the underworld as the god, and the bear as the clan.