The remnants of the sun were like blood, and white smoke rose from the jungle, and the smoke came from a bonfire, and around the bonfire, sat a dozen people dressed in various animal skin clothes, each of them holding a wooden stick in his hand, on which pieces of meat were strung together.

Cheng Yun sat on the side, turning the stick in his hand from time to time, and sprinkling some salt and spices on it, the meat pieces emitted an attractive aroma, Cheng Yun flipped the stick several times before retracting the stick from the campfire.

The freshly baked snake meat was a little hot, Cheng Yun had to put it to his mouth and blow hard, so as to make the meat cold faster, and after probing the temperature several times, the snake meat became acceptable, Cheng Yun didn't care about the slightly hot temperature, and put it straight into his mouth and chewed it in a big gulp.

"I'm tired, boy. ”

A middle-aged uncle beside Cheng Yun smiled and took off the snake meat from his wooden stick, ate it as loudly as Cheng Yun, and lifted his wine gourd from time to time to take a sip of wine.

"Hahaha, when I was your age, I still never left the clan, Cheng boy, you are very good. Seeing that Cheng Yun couldn't answer his words, the uncle was not displeased, but laughed.

Under the middle-aged uncle's mouth, the atmosphere seemed to be a lot more lively, and the clansmen present were also talking to each other, and more were praising Cheng Yun.

"Cheng Yun boy, entering our hunting team is not as good as being in the tribe, hunger is a common thing, did you hunt a red-striped python today, Mo Lao saw you two young men join in, so we shared a piece of snake meat, we are all thanks to you, you can rest assured that you can eat, there is not enough there!"

"Hahaha, the red-striped python can be compared to the demon beasts in the early stage of the Yuan Rank, if it weren't for today's fast hands and feet, I'm afraid it would take some effort to kill it. ”

"Yes, yes, Cheng boy, you are doing well today, you are a man! That Xiao Long is not as good as you, he actually fainted blood!"

As he spoke, all the clansmen drank wine one after another, but all of them only tasted it lightly, and no one dared to drink it in the wilderness.

"Come on!

The uncle next to Cheng Yun handed his wine gourd to Cheng Yun, looking at the several scars on the uncle's face, as well as the slightly flushed faces of other clansmen, Cheng Yun took the wine gourd, and then poured it hard.

"Ahem!ahem!ahem!"

Cheng Yun drank for the first time, but he drank the wine that these drunkards would not drink in one go, the spicy wine entered his throat, Cheng Yun was choked and coughed, and the wine in his mouth also spit out a lot.

"Hahaha!"

"Drinking so much for the first time, this kid will definitely be a wine vat in the future!"

The surrounding clansmen were all coaxing, Mo Lao stood up, handed a slightly tattered wine gourd to Cheng Yun and said, "Drink me this, add some herbs to it, it will be good for your injury." ”

Seeing Mo Lao hand out his wine gourd, the clansmen present actually looked at the wine gourd, and several of them showed a look of longing, Mo Lao's wine gourd was extremely mellow, and it was a well-known thing in the hunting team.

"You drunkards, give me less drink, if you can't complete the task, the old man will pour all your wine!" Seeing the eyes of the clansmen, Mo Lao naturally knew that they were coveting their own wine, and he scared these men out loud.

"Got it, Mo Lao!" the clansmen who had just spoken out quickly finished the barbecue in their hands, and took another sip of wine, and then some of the clansmen left the bonfire, and the rest of the clansmen fell asleep on the spot next to the bonfire.

Cheng Yun was holding Mo Lao's wine gourd, he was slightly drunk now, Fang Cai's wine stimulated his nerves, Cheng Yun looked at Mo Lao at this moment, and didn't know whether he should give the wine in the wine gourd to his mouth.

Mo Lao smiled and said, "Drink, my wine should be gentle, I won't let you get drunk, in my hunting team, how can I not drink!"

Hearing Mo Lao's words, Cheng Yun smirked, raised the wine gourd with his left hand and bit open the seal, carefully drank a sip of the wine in it, he slurped, seemed to think that the taste of the wine was not bad, and after taking another sip, he sealed the seal and returned the wine gourd to Mo Lao.

Mo Lao took the wine gourd, drank a few sips of it himself, shook the empty wine gourd, he took the wine gourd in his hand and looked at it carefully.

"When I was a teenager, I didn't have the qualifications to become a monk, so I joined the hunting team, and this wine gourd was given to me by the elders who introduced me to the hunting team, and he said that this is the tradition of the team, and everyone must have a gourd. Mo Lao touched the slightly tattered wine gourd and wiped it carefully, as if he was holding a precious treasure.

Cheng Yun looked at Mo Lao, his expression was full of remembrance and nostalgia, Cheng Yun looked at him, as if he also saw the appearance of talking about the things of the year to the younger generations of the clan after he was old.

Mo Lao put away his wine gourd, and took out a new gourd from the storage bag, the storage bag in his hand was specially refined for him by the cultivators of the clan, and it can be opened and closed without spiritual power, but the space for storing items is much less, but it is more than enough to store the prey for hunting.

"The tree that took my gourd back then has withered and died, I left its seeds and planted them in the tribe, and now it has grown up and produced a new gourd! This is for you!" Mo Lao handed Cheng Yun a brand-new gourd, the inside of the gourd had been hollowed out, round and smooth, it was a fine wine gourd.

In addition to the wine gourd, there is also a seed, which is the seed of the gourd, Cheng Yun took the wine gourd, buckled it around his waist with one hand, and put the seed in his clothes.

"Hahaha, if you become the captain in the future, you must remember to pass on my gourd, this is the tradition of our team, and we can't break the roots here!" Mo Lao laughed heartily, patted Cheng Yun's shoulder, and then left into the distance.

Cheng Yun looked at himself, at this time, he had a lot of white cloth tied to his body, and there were herbs hidden in the white cloth, and there were several shocking thick blood marks on his right arm and chest, which were strangled by ropes.

Today, Cheng Yun is desperate to control the python like other clansmen, although he is young, he did not flinch at all, and he was injured because of it, and the clansmen in the hunting team respect the brave man the most, although Cheng Yun is only twelve or thirteen years old, but it also impresses them, and they agree with Cheng Yun's joining.

There were also bursts of pain from the wound, and every time Cheng Yun moved, it would make this pain worse, but fortunately, after drinking a lot of wine just now, his feeling was also paralyzed, which reduced his pain a little.

Cheng Yun spread a piece of animal skin on the ground, he fell asleep, and next to him lay Xiao Long, Xiao Long fell asleep early after hunting the python, due to lack of strength and fainting blood.

Stepping on the animal skin, Cheng Yun didn't have to worry about his own safety, Mo Lao and the clansmen who had left before went to sentry, and with them on guard everywhere, Cheng Yun could sleep with peace of mind.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed, and Cheng Yun feels that time has passed quickly, and he seems to feel that only a few days have passed.

Mo Lao died, and the clansmen in the hunting team also died, but only Cheng Yun survived.

On that day, the hunting team was targeted by a demon beast, it was a demon beast in the middle of the Yuan Rank, far from being able to resist by the clansmen in the hunting team, the clansmen in the hunting team desperately stopped this demon beast, and several of them even gave up the opportunity to escape, they were so that the young Cheng Yun could return to the tribe alive.

When Cheng Yun returned to the tribe and was taken by the monks of the tribe to the place where the demon beast was found, the demon beast was tearing at the corpses of the clansmen, and the monks of the tribe killed the demon beasts easily, Cheng Yun insisted on bringing back the corpses of the clansmen, as well as the wine gourd on their waists.

That night, Cheng Yun drank a lot of wine, and he drank all the liquor in the dozen or so wine gourds into his stomach.

After a long time, Chu Yi and the elders of the clan found Cheng Yun, and after testing, Cheng Yun had relatively good talents and was able to become a monk.

When Chu Yi asked Cheng Yun if he was willing to become a monk, Cheng Yun remembered the night three years ago, when he was laughed at loudly by the hunting team's clansmen around the campfire, he remembered again the words that Mo Lao had said when he handed him the gourd, and finally he remembered the faces of Mo Lao and the clansmen when they rushed forward with daggers to fight with the demon beasts and waved him away.

"I don't want to be a monk, I want to join the hunting party. Cheng Yun said such words to Chu Yi, Chu Yi was slightly surprised, but he didn't say anything, the other elders were silent, after all, the choice of each clan will be different, Xiao Long, who entered the hunting team at the same time as Cheng Yun, broke away a year ago and became a monk.

The number of the Water Moon Clan's hunting team has not changed, only the number of people in one of the hunting teams has changed, from fifteen to one.