The branches are falling, and the grass sprouts. The mountains are lush and verdant, the ancient pines are vigorous, the elixir is hidden deeply, and from time to time there are bursts of beast roars resounding between the deep mountains.

A continuous group of mountains, I don't know how many thousands of miles it stretches, the terrain is majestic and majestic, and it becomes the trend of a tiger standing on a dragon plate.

But this is only a corner of the world, like a drop in the ocean.

The Lianshan tribe is located in the vast mountain range that winds for millions of miles, a leafy forest, with straight roots and trunks, straight into the sky, the breeze blows, and the branches and leaves are rattling.

In the early morning, the wind and the sun are beautiful, everything recovers, and it is another good year.

A group of children were kicked out of their homes by the adults of their respective families and gathered in the tribal martial arts arena, ranging from six to fifteen years old, twenty or thirty people.

In the hands of a few of them, they still hold animal legs that are half the size of their own bodies, roasted, and emitting infinite heat, and their small stomachs, which really don't know how to eat.

As the saying goes, the plan of the day lies in the morning.

On the tribal martial arts arena, at this time, there were already children who had come early, waving their fists on it, putting on a posture, and fighting fists.

Drink ~ Drink!

There are also some older children, who have already begun to accept more severe exercises, humming and waving huge stone locks, exercising their physique here, one by one, competitive, making deafening shouts, trying to overshadow each other, it is the age of youth and competitiveness.

At this time, some muscular and strong adult men with strong horses on their backs gathered here, dressed in sturdy and tough clothing made of animal skins, carrying stone spears, carrying horned bows, and a bucket of feathered arrows in their waists.

The morning glow is brilliant, the breeze blows through the body, and the sun shines on the earth, not feeling dazzling, warm and peaceful.

"Hey, Lian Shanqing, why are you here again. ”

A child of five or six years old turned his head and shouted to Lian Shanqing, who was hunched over and playing an unknown boxing technique.

When the child heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and couldn't help but think

"You don't care if I come or not. ”

Lianshan is white and tender, his watery eyes are bright and bright, and his body is tightly wrapped in a large coat of animal skin.

Seeing Lian Shanqing ignoring him, this five or six-year-old child was a little annoyed, after all, the self-esteem of a five or six-year-old is inexplicably strong, the more you ignore me, the more I will provoke you.

The five- or six-year-old child kept circling around Lian Shanqing, pretending to be exercising, and appeared in front of Lian Shanqing from time to time, interrupting Lian Shanqing's movements, and looked like he would not give up.

This is obviously not the first time it has happened, because the companion next to him has also become accustomed to it, where to laugh and watch the excitement.

In the past, my friends were more prosperous, but now the grass on the grave is not full.

At this time, the child's forehead was already sliding with sweat sliding, so he had to stop. looked at the child in front of him, who was a head taller than him, and was trembling, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Stopping to wipe his sweat, Lian Shanqing looked at the clothes on his body, a big coat of animal skin, soft and comfortable, as warm as a mother's embrace.

A look that did not match his age appeared on the child's ruddy face.

"Smack"

A slap came sneak attack, and suddenly Lian Shanqing's body shook violently, and his butt fell to the ground, and his butt hurt.

Lian Shanqing squatted on the ground, looking at the strong man who attacked him, the perpetrator who made a fool of himself, the strong man who squeezed his eyebrows and made a grimace, Lian Shanqing was very puzzled, and his heart was even more bitter.

"Can this be my own father?"

However, this is indeed his father in this life - Lian Shan Sheng.

The more I think about it, the more bitter I become, fortunately I still have a gentle mother, otherwise my small body will be played to death by Lian Shansheng sooner or later.

Suddenly, as if the clouds were driving through the fog, Lian Shanqing only felt that he was pulled up by a huge force, and the next moment, he sat on Lian Shansheng's shoulder, and his arm involuntarily hugged Lian Shansheng's head to avoid accidents.

Lian Shansheng's long hair was tied to his body, and there was a slight sting.

Lian Shanqing sat on his father's shoulder, looking at the envious eyes of his friends, and his heart was full of ups and downs.

Although he had been up and down in the years, at this time, he still felt warm in his heart, and in just three years of getting along day and night, he had a home for this desolate tribe.

"Good boy, worthy of my species, with perseverance. Lian Shansheng praised.

Lian Shanqing was silent when he heard this, and just looked around.

In an instant, Lian Shanqing saw the huge fist that appeared in front of him, so he could only choose to give in, and reluctantly shouted:

"Daddy!"

Lian Shan Sheng looked at the cute child who was holding his head tightly and looked like a little adult, and he laughed in his heart, and he couldn't help but have a headache.

This kid is fine, but he doesn't follow himself.

Fortunately, at this time, Lian Shanqing sat on his father's tendons and shoulders, looking at the burly men who were constantly gathering in the distance.

I was constantly pondering the reason in my heart, otherwise I would have understood what he was thinking at this time when I saw my father's expression.

"Let me do whatever you want, heheda. ”

Although his little head has never remembered everything, the world that once exploded in chicken soup for the soul will always exist and be indelible.

...............

A thin old man, who appeared under the altar at some point, walked steadily towards the top of the altar.

With the appearance of the old man, hundreds of burly, tiger-backed beast-clothed men returned to their ranks in an orderly manner in front of the altar in a lonely and silent manner.

Seeing this scene, Lian Shanqing pulled Lian Shanqing's hair, and suddenly Lian Shansheng turned his head and was about to slap it, Lian Shanqing's face turned black and pointed to the altar.

Touch~

Lian Shan Sheng slapped himself on the head violently, making a loud noise, smelling tears, causing a chuckle in the distance.

Hearing bursts of laughter in the distance, Lian Shansheng didn't think so, but said to the child who put it down: "The spring festival is hunting, I'm leaving." ”

So saying, he turned and hurried to the altar.

Lian Shanqing looked at this scene, came back to his senses for a long time, and his face was extremely stinky.

Knock knock!

A big man is naked, leaking out his shiny tendons, the muscles on his body are up, holding the mallet in both hands, waving suddenly, the green tendons on the thick arm of the bucket are rising, and the drumstick in his hand falls on the cowhide drum surface, making a fierce war drum sound, its sound is like thunder, swinging through the clouds above, echoing in the sky, faintly, as if there is another drum sound and its reflection.

The patriarch standing on the altar held a torch and the animal bones were firewood, and a raging cyan flame was ignited under the ding, and another old man kept pouring medicine into the ding.

Wu Zhu, who is old and strong, fills a box of yams into the ancient ding, many of which emit an intoxicating fragrance for thousands of years, and occasionally there are ten thousand years of medicine floating and sinking in the ding.

It's just an astonishing legacy of a medium-sized tribe that has been passed down for thousands of years.

With the sound of drums, a hunting team composed of dozens of people, with bright feathers on their heads and weapons in their hands, roared towards the mountains infested by fierce birds and beasts in the distance, exploring the unknown areas therein.

In this cruel world where life is like a mustard, coming back alive will be more important to the tribe than anything else.

Every three years, the blood is a sacrifice, may I even the mountain, the clan fortune is prosperous

.........

The Spring Festival is the most important ancient festival in the world, and it is held every three years, in the early spring of the new year, and has a long tradition.

The darkness is about to engulf the light, completely covering the earth, the bonfires are lit up in the tribe, children are frolicking around the bonfire, or in the arms of their mothers to recuperate, and their immature faces are red under the reflection of the bonfire, carefree like elves who have fallen into the world, soothing the ups and downs of the hearts of their relatives around them.

The cyan flames on the altar were still burning, and the flames reflected the cyan light, and the cyan sky and the setting sun on the horizon reflected each other.

The body of the tripod has been burned and some red, and the medicinal liquid in the ancient tripod is tumbling, emitting colorful light.

Poof!

There was a roar in the distance, as if a giant had stepped on the ground, making a loud and heavy sound, breaking the silence of the mountains and forests, and startling a roar of eagles and tigers.

In the distance, a long dragon of torches meandered and appeared on the horizon, the silhouette of some of its body looming under the torches, incomparably majestic and tall.

As the figure approached, I saw hundreds of burly and strong men, almost each dragging one or two huge beasts in their hands, running from a distance, dusty and bloody.

"Huhu, it's back, it's back!" The women, children, and children who had been waiting in the tribe for a long time immediately cheered loudly and hurried up to greet them, looking for their families.

Lian Shansheng's figure was naturally in it, appearing in front of Lian Shanqing's mother and son, his beast robe was covered with the claw marks of the beast, the bone spurs in his hands had long been broken, and pieces of blood bloomed on his body

Lian Shanqing was held in his mother's arms, and hurried over, looking at the tall figure in front of him.

Lian Shansheng dropped the hundred-zhang giant python dripping scarlet blood on his shoulder, wrapped his hands around, and took his wife in his arms, leaving only Lian Shanqing, who was sandwiched between the two, and the giant python on the ground looked at each other.

Lian Shanqing looked at his squeezed small body, and felt a little crying without tears.

The prey was piled up in front of the altar, and there were some fierce beasts with powerful bloodlines, such as the snow-white giant eagle, the thunder-streaked Kui Niu, and the mongrel with divine blood.

The hunters are the most powerful warriors in the tribe, and their survival rate in the wilderness has increased greatly due to their years of hunting.

However, in the cruel world, powerful beasts will not spare you because of this, and the development of the jungle is vividly exerted in this fierce beast-filled mountain range.

Some powerful tribes can only survive in the cracks, and every moment there are weak tribes destroyed under the tide of beasts, and there are survivors who rebuild tribes.

When they came back from this hunting, everyone was injured, but fortunately, no one died, and only a dozen seriously injured and dying men were also treated by Wu Zhu and saved their lives.

The bandaged clansmen, accompanied by their relatives, sat on the wooden pier around the bonfire, watched the remaining clansmen continue to draw bones and bleed the prey, threw the essence and blood bone marrow into the ding, and the bloody flesh and blood were piled up on the altar, and several fierce beasts containing the blood of the divine beast left the precious materials in it, and the rest were thrown into the ding.

The fierce beast can be described as a treasure all over the body, containing the blood of the shallow divine beast, and it is extremely precious, comparable to a thousand-year-old magic medicine, and the animal skin can be used as a battle coat and bones to sharpen weapons, which greatly enhances the combat power of the tribe.

As time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was late at night, the bonfire became more and more vigorous, and the ancient ding was filled with a swallowing aroma, which spread all around, causing countless beasts in the mountains to wail, but no one dared to approach, they knew where there was a powerful presence to guard.

Dozens of zhanggao stone pots, scattered around the bonfire, large pieces of fierce beast flesh and bones mixed with yams, tumbling in the stone pot, hot meat juice splashing, pungent aroma spreading, making the mouth flow.

Some burly men picked up a piece of flesh and bones and stuffed it into their mouths, sweating profusely when they ate, and a few greedy children secretly put the bowl into the pot, scooped up the hot broth, and drank it quietly, but the hot body was red, and they ran around on the side, making the relatives next to them laugh unscrupulously.

"Ah Qing, I don't know if you will complain about me in the future, you should belong to the vast starry sky, you should be on that vast stage, but I left you in this million mountains. ”

Lian Shansheng watched his son's gobbling up, and his heart rippled.

Medium domain

A majestic giant city, as if suppressing the four poles and eight desolate places, tens of millions of miles in it, the roots and trunks are straight, straight into the sky, the breeze blows, and the branches and leaves rattle.

The mountain walks the dragon and snake, the air of light spirit is pervasive, the smoke shines, the treasures are everywhere, all kinds of auspiciousness emerge above the giant city from time to time, the cave heaven is blessed, and the place of sacred residence is imitated.

The finely carved buildings are built by the mountain, standing in the clouds, the fairy pavilion looms, the ingenuity is heavenly, it can be described as a magic workmanship.

With the golden crow beating the ground, the jade rabbit is in the sky, but the place is still brightly lit, and countless brocade-clothed gods gather in one place.

It is a towering mountain that goes straight into the sky, a white jade staircase goes straight to the mountainside, the mountain is full of spiritual plants, the weather is thousands, the spirit beasts are galloping, and the magic medicine can be seen everywhere here. A temple covering an area of 10,000 miles is located in it, the temple is full of golden dragons and jade pillars, colorful phoenixes and clouds, beautiful.

At this time, on the square in front of the temple, millions of giants wearing gold armor knelt on the square made of jade, looking up at the sky, an altar towered, and eight huge bronze giants were located on all sides, as if guarding the eight desolations and four poles, all kinds of divine patterns appeared on it, and myths were born in the Ding Wall.

On the altar, a jade bi with a height of more than ten zhang stands in the very center, the jade bi is engraved with more than 10,000 hieroglyphs, the golden god pattern is inlaid, the light shines, and the sacredness is incomparable.

"Heaven and earth are in harmony, but there is admiration, the purple altar, thinking about the road.

Respect the worship, the restraint is varied, the embroidery is Zhouzhang, and the god is supreme.

The nine songs are remarkable, and the piano will be Xuanzhu.

The animal is really in the ointment, the god is dying, and the beard is shaking.

The exhibition poems should be rhythmic and jade, and the Hangong spit out the horns and provoked the Qing.

There is a rank of Sihu. Shen Xi Wujiang, and Les.

I was ordered to descend from heaven with the way of heaven, and the harvest year was prosperous.

I have been the emperor for 600,000 years, built a witch court, suppressed all ethnic groups, and now I am grateful for the great witch sages of the past dynasties, and the family sacrifices. A middle-aged man dressed in a divine robe, graceful and luxurious, stood in front of the jade bi and said.

He stands between heaven and earth, the most divine and holy, the texture of his skin is like a book from heaven, the galaxy flows on his side, the gods are clear, they exist in their people, they seem to be the center of the world, and the back contains infinite truths, unpredictable.

The middle-aged man is holding a child in brocade clothes in his left hand, carved in pink and jade, with divine lines on his eyebrows, and his aura is compelling, which makes people feel pity.

Followed by dozens of men and women who were also dressed gorgeously, their expressions a little nervous.

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, the dragon and phoenix flew, the heavens and the earth congratulated, and all kinds of visions were born in the air.

At this time, in the vast starry sky, there were huge faces of gods, as if they had gold lacquer faces, as many as hundreds, like the eyes of immortals.

Around the altar, hanging in the sky, towards the altar, to the forehead of the man.

The giant face stirred up the cracks in the Dao space, and through the cracks, it seemed that he could see the supernatural worlds behind it.

At the end of the sacrifice, only one man is left standing at the top of the altar, and the man opens his arms as if to hug something.

However, the figure was long gone.

He looked at the vast sea of clouds in the distance, and was in this fairyland-like place, but his face was expressionless, cold and ruthless, and he disappeared above the altar in the blink of an eye.

......

At this time, somewhere in the million mountains, Lian Shansheng looked at his relatives sitting beside him, his heart was full of pride, and there was only a trace of longing through the dark time and space, remembering somewhere.

As the night wore on, only a few of the clansmen remained, tending to the altar with the elders.