Heaven and earth come from chaos, and incarnate one, as one being, one life as two, two as three, and three as all things. Here, there is a spirit in the beginning, giving birth to the mother of heaven and earth, becoming a master at the beginning, calling Hongjun, sitting under the three clears, managing all aspects of affairs, becoming a Taoist in the east. Hundreds of reincarnations, generations change, Taoism in the east of the world, become the master. During this period, the saints from the West came out, lit the lamp, became a Buddha, also known as the ancient Buddha, became a faction, and the influence was increasingly far-reaching. Thousands of foreign forces have risen one after another, and the world is basically stable in the midst of the struggle for hegemony and mutual restraint among various forces. After thousands of years of development, the power struggle for hegemony has become increasingly serious, with Buddhism realizing the gate of eternal life as the fuse, the heroes have risen in all directions, ten thousand laws have contended, the world pattern has been disrupted, the way of heaven has swayed, the world has returned to the great wilderness, and a small number of people have survived by hiding in the small world. The turmoil of the Great War, known in history: the last days of the primeval ......

Hundreds of thousands of years later, in the great wilderness world, birds and beasts are rampant, and most of the world is primitive. Food, clothing, shelter and transportation are extremely simple, relying on the sky for food, relying on the mountains for shelter, slowly developing, began to appear language, writing, pictures and other basic civilizations, and in the long years, found that some species have supernatural powers, so they use devotion as a means to seek protection, into various tribes. Strong shelter can bring more and better benefits to the tribe, and on the contrary, it also needs to give more. There are a few tribes, because of the strength of the protection, they have been able to develop rapidly and become the overlord of one side, and there are also some small tribes, without protection, have become the appendages of the overlord and become slaves.

In the depths of the great wilderness, a mountain towers into the clouds, one side is overgrown with trees, the grass is abundant, and the other side is a cliff, which is bottomless. A flying eagle swept past the top of the mountain, and under the talons was a yellow-haired monkey head, probably just returning from foraging, and the eagle swooped down, stopped in the middle of the cliff, threw the half-dead monkey head into the nest, and sorted its feathers on the side. The cubs in the eagle's nest swarmed up, and the monkey's head was splashed with blood. A drop of monkey blood splashed, passed in front of the eagle's eyes, dripped on a stone half a meter high, and disappeared instantly. Then, the stone emitted a burst of golden light, and in a flash, the great eagle seemed to be frightened, and swooped down on the boulder, and the stone slid down the cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff is a small and peaceful tribe, and at this time there are no adult strong men in the tribe, all of them are some old people and children, and women come and go, and the simple clothes make them have a unique wild beauty.

"Azama, how long have the men been out?" In the tribe, two women wash the simple linen clothes by the waterhole, which are for the warriors of the tribe, and it is their hunting that allows the tribe to survive and develop.

"It's been three days, and if it goes well, I'll be back today." Azama sorted out the laundry and got up, "It's almost time, go back and light the fire for them, and wait for them to come back." ”

Azama's face is irrepressible joy, every time he returns from hunting, it is a big day in the tribe, in this great wilderness world, danger is everywhere, if you don't go out of the mountains to hunt, don't stock food, it is difficult to live. Hunting is dangerous, but with him, it should be fine, right? Well, absolutely no problem!

"Aunt Zhuoni, I'll go back first." Azama hugged his clothes and left, the waterhole was in the tribe, a small road, there was no danger, Azama thought to himself, this time I must tell him that I was pregnant.

"Okay, I'll go back too...... Aunt Choni also cleaned up and got up, "Go back and change the child's outfit, and wait for his father." ”

"Aditya is a good boy, and she will definitely be as brave as Uncle Azhuo in the future." Azama looked back and smiled at Aunt Dronny, she used to envy her family, but now she is ...... Hee-hee.

"Azama, if you want to be brave, Tarot is the number one in our tribe, when will you add us a little warrior." Aunt Choni asked back with a smile.

"Hee-hee......" Azama laughed and ran away, still maintaining a girlish mentality, even though she had been married for a year herself. Or maybe Azama has a mind of her own.

After the two left, the pond slowly returned to calm, just like this small tribe, although small, but peaceful and harmonious. On a tree by the water's edge, a resting kingfisher flapped its wings, as if to call its drinking companion away, for it saw a stone falling from the sky...... Falling into the pool, the golden light flashed by. After a long time, the water in the pool was restored to its original state.

In the tribe, women, old people, and children all stood in the altar, excited, nervous, excited, or happy, all praying for the triumph of the warriors. The children stopped making trouble, holding the hands of adults, their fathers, uncles, were walking on the way back, their shelves, maybe full of harvests, but it could also be a cold corpse with a familiar face, such a result is not uncommon. The old people are praying, hoping that God will bless them, that they will protect the shelterers, and they have also experienced hunting, and the situation in the mountains, they know very well. Women are also expectant and anxious.

The fire of the altar burned brightly, and the thunderclap of dry wood bursting at high temperature became the only echo at this time.

"What's going on, why is it so late today......"

Perhaps this sentence, this question, is in the hearts of everyone present, but no one can answer them. The irritability and restlessness in my heart slowly worsened as time went on.

Azama's hand slowly rested on her lower abdomen, anxious, the only expression on the young woman's capable and beautiful face.

"Tarot ......"

The fire at the altar slowly waned, and just when everyone was about to lose it, a voice rang out.

"They seem to be coming......"

And the stone fell from the hearts of all men, and they looked up, yes, on the other side of the mountain, their warriors, returned!

The children laughed and jumped at their father, and Azama stroked his lower abdomen again, and then he was happy like a child.

"Azama, go, go and meet our hero." The patriarch was an old man, and he was once a brave warrior of the Sis, "Tarot is a warrior to be trusted. ”

"Thank you, Patriarch......" The smile on Azama's face became even more obvious, there was no one who didn't want someone they cared about to be praised by others.

Looking at the back of Azama trotting away, the patriarch just smiled and shook his head, Tarot, no matter what he did, his feelings for Sisi were real, at least, when Azama was there. Thanks to him, Siji was able to have such a beautiful day.

"Uncle Zhuo, where's Tarot?" Azama asked, running towards a burly man at the front of the line.

"O Azama, the warriors who have come out to meet us again? Haha...... "Uncle Azhuo seems to be in a good mood, probably because he has gained a lot, everyone has gone out hunting these few times, and the harvest is very rich," He's in the back, that guy, but don't worry about it at all. ”

Azama smiled and ran back, all the way there were people who greeted her, it seemed that Azama was very popular in the tribe.

But at this moment, Azama's heart is only in one person's body. He's right in the back, the same simple dress, probably the reason for the perennial hunting in the mountains, there are a few obvious scars on his body, not so hideous, but they can tell about the past battles, this time it seems to have added a lot, but he said that he will come back well, and I will also show him well.

What Azama didn't know was that he was still crying when he looked at it like this, Tarot's figure was not as burly as Uncle Azhuo, but he was still able to surround and protect Azama well.

"Fool, didn't I say it would be fine? Isn't that just coming back? Don't cry, huh? Tarot's big hand wiped the tears from Azama's face, and a genuine and honest smile made people feel extremely reliable.

Azama and Tarot walked, more like a child, and her gaze never left Tarot for too long.

"Tarot ......"

"...... Azama"

The names called out together made the two laugh, and for a long time, they didn't see each other speak.

"I'll talk ...... when I get back"

"I'll tell you ...... back"

Speaking at the same time again, Tarot and Azama didn't say anything more, and just walked to the tribal altar.

"Patriarch, we're back......" Uncle Azhuo greeted the patriarch and then packed up his prey with the others. The patriarch slowly walked up to Tarot and Azama, who smiled and went off to work.

"Patriarch ......"

"We went into the house and said ......"

In the patriarch's house, the simple home decoration is a black big knife that catches people's eyes.

"Say, there's no one here, it's impossible to come back so late this time without anything, right?" The patriarch poured Tarot a glass of water, "Besides, everyone laughed reluctantly......"

Tarot didn't want to hide it from the patriarch, and he couldn't hide it, but he couldn't affect the tribe.

"Let's go out and meet the people of Kazhai......" Tarot drank his water, glanced at the patriarch, and continued, "They were added to Dongqi's men, and Dongqi gave them a spirit-level protection beast, the Black Wind Wolf. ”

The patriarch frowned, a spirit-level black wind wolf, and Dongqi as a backer......

"We didn't clash because their goal was our protection, the green eagle ......"

"Although the green eagle has been at the spirit level for a long time, there is indeed no pressure to fight at the same level, but it still can't withstand the two spirit level protection beasts, and they have captured them...... We are not opponents, and ......"

"The green eagle was taken away by them?" The panic in the patriarch's eyes passed in an instant, what would happen to a tribe without protection, this was obvious, but he was the head of a clan, and he couldn't panic.

"Yes, but the green eagle sent me ......"

"Transsion?" The patriarch was shocked, the blessed beast can transmit sound, then it means that the green eagle has broken the spirit and become a king, but it is a king-level ...... By the way, the backer behind Kazhai......

"Qingdiao said that it has not been long since it became a king, and there are not a few king-level protective beasts in the Eastern Banner, and direct confrontation can only make Xisi fall into an endless abyss. In the balance, it chose to leave the West Division, so that we would not have to bear the wrath of the Eastern Banner and could be guaranteed to survive......"

"But in the Great Wilderness, without shelter, how long can we live......" It is impossible for the patriarch not to panic, after all, in this great wilderness, it is not so easy to stand.

"Qingdiao said, we can take refuge in Dongqi ......"

The patriarch fell into deep thought, and Tarot also left by himself, and everything that needed to be told to the patriarch was said, and the rest was the patriarch's own thoughts. No matter what, Sisi will not be so peaceful in the future, and he must make a little preparation, at least, to be able to save Azama.

In the patriarch's house, the black knife still exudes cold.

"Kazhai, Dongqi...... Qingdiao, and, Tarot ...... "The patriarch has a lot of thoughts, but none of them are good."

At Tarot's house, Azama has been waiting, she wants to wait for Tarot to come back, and then tell him the good news...... She was imagining the smile on his face......

The door was pushed open, and as soon as Tarot entered, Azama pounced, and Tarot hugged Azama in his arms and tapped her lightly on the face.

"Tarot, I have something to tell you......" Azama smiled, not noticing the worry flowing from Tarot's eyes.

"What is it that makes my Azama so happy?"

"Tarot, you have to be ...... Daddy's ......."

Tarot was stunned for a moment, and then he was happy, and the smile on his face was revealed, and Azama walked away happily, she was going to prepare something to celebrate, not for the two of them, but for the dinner that Sisi had every time he came back from the hunt.

Tarot stood dumbfounded, this is really a, not a small surprise, but......

When night comes, the bonfire is lit, singing, laughing, dancing, and children frolicking.

In the altar dam, Uncle Azhuo slowly leaned towards Tarot with two bowls of wine and handed Tarot a bowl, and after Tarot took it, the two of them drank it all.

"I asked, no one told the women and children in the family about this, they thought that the green eagle was on the mountainside......" Uncle Ah Zhuo looked at the group of women and children dancing around the bonfire, looking at their happy appearances, and his heart was not happy, but he also knew that if he said this, the tribe did not know what would happen.

"How long can you carry it...... Tarot needs to think about it now, maybe more than before, because he only learned today that Azama is pregnant and he is going to be a father, which was originally a happy thing, but it happens to be now......

"What did the patriarch say?" Uncle Ah Zhuo glanced around, in fact, every man who knew about it didn't particularly let go and had fun, but fortunately, everyone knew that this matter couldn't be made public, so they tried to hide it as much as possible.

Tarot shook his head, "No matter what decision the patriarch makes, the future Xisi will not be the same as usual, we need to prepare for the worst to avoid that if it happens, we are helpless." ”

Uncle Zhuo touched the mouth of the bowl with his hand, "This is not an easy task......

While Uncle Azhuo was talking to Tarot, Azama came over with a smile on her face, and she had always been like a child in front of him, innocent and happy. Uncle Zhuo smiled and left, leaving space for the two of them.

The spark drifted halfway up the cliff and landed on the edge of the eagle's nest, extinguished. Under the cliff, at the bottom of the pool, the stone was like a heart that had just woken up, slowly shaking, and the fluctuations it produced reached the surface of the water, almost no ......