The bright moon hangs in the sky, the bright moonlight sprinkles down, the moonlight is as soft as water waves, and Ishimura is bathed in the moonlight, as if draped in a thin veil.

The bonfire was beating, and the men, women, and children of Ishimura were all smiling cheerfully. There is a huge stone platform in the center of the stone village, on which a bonfire is lit, and the flames rush up. The people of the village sang and danced around the bonfire, and it was very lively.

The woman brought the pieces of meat that she had cooked at home, and the children couldn't wait to feast on them. The roasted meat on top of the fire began to turn golden brown, and you could hear the sound of fat being roasted from the meat and falling on the fire. The stout men couldn't wait, and began to tear the meat with their hands, sprinkle some salt and seasonings, and bite down, and their mouths were full of oil. Those who watch have a great appetite.

"The baby remembers to eat more meat, which is the meat of birds. It's hard to see on weekdays. ”

"Stinky boy, come here. Look at what this is? The flesh of the white jade dragon elephant! Let me tell you, the elephant power in the power of the dragon elephant is talking about this thing. Hurry up and eat it, and you will be able to grow a lot of strength tomorrow!" The fierce beast became the food in the mouths of the people of Ishimura, and it was extremely rich. For a while, the smell of meat was everywhere, and it was very tempting.

The old people in Shicun were different, took out their own fruit wine, and when they opened it, the fruity aroma overflowed. The young man's eyes widened. Some people want to come up and ask for a drink. But they were glared back by their fathers, these old people, and they had to continue to eat meat honestly.

"Don't worry, wait until we finish sacrificing the soul of heaven and earth, the spirit of our ancestors. It's your turn. ”

This is the tradition of Ishimura, and every time after returning from a successful hunt, such a grand bonfire feast will be held to bid farewell to heaven and earth, in order to bless Ishimura to pass on the tradition in the wilderness where fierce beasts are rampant.

"Sacrifice to the Heavenly Soul"

The old patriarch Shi Yunfeng, in the fruity clay pot, scooped out a bowl of wine and sprinkled it into the sky.

"Soul of the Earth"

Another bowl of fruit wine, poured into the earth.

"Ancestors of the Stone Village"

The men, women, and children of Ishimura all stopped their movements and all raised their heads to look at the west side of the village. Parents, husbands, wives, and young children are buried there. The third glass of fruit wine, the old village chief spilled it to the west.

It is difficult to survive in this great wilderness, many people die before they reach adulthood, and even those experienced old people will die under the claws of fierce beasts if they are not careful. The bloody reality is just that, piercing people's hearts.

After a moment of silence among the people of Shicun, Shi Yunfeng, the old village chief, spoke.

"Okay, everyone should eat and drink. The stone village will grow stronger, but we must also remember the people who died for the sake of the village. ”

As the old man spoke, his eyes scanned. Something not far away. There is a tripod there, and I can't tell what kind of material it is made of. With complex lines, it looks like a stone hewn out, but it has a black glow. There are also more than a dozen stone mills of different sizes next to it, which are very ordinary and quietly placed there.

"Daddy, what are you, it's so fragrant. Let me take a sip. Try it!" a boy of eight or nine years old crouched beside his father and begged for a sip of sweet cider.

The man had a flush on his face, of course, not only him, but the men around him. The fruit wine made by the old people still has a certain degree.

Today is a harvest day, and the whole Ishimura is full of joy. The man was very happy, and he smiled at the boy and said, "Do you want to drink?" Then he handed over the porcelain bowl with the fruit wine.

The little boy may not understand, but he is also a tiger. actually swallowed most of the remaining half bowl of fruit wine in one go.

"How does it feel?"

"It's sweet, hey. Why are the stars in the sky whirling?How is the earth beginning to shake?!" On the fruit wine, his father was red-faced and red-faced, he was too young, and he drank very quickly. I'm about to get drunk.

Little boy, swayed several times. In the end, he fell asleep in his father's arms.

"This doll is amazing. This kind of fruit wine actually dried up in one sip! I want to grow up and be a great man in the wilderness!" The man next to him praised him.

The boy's father appeared happy to be a parent. What I hope most is that my children will become successful, from the powerful to the ordinary people. You praise his children more than they praise him. It makes him even happier.

"Borrow your auspicious words, come and continue to drink, it's not fun yet!" the man raised the wine bowl and continued to touch it.

The night was already very deep, and the sound of the wild beast standing on the mountain peak swallowing the moon and roaring could be heard far away in the wilderness. It's different from the cruel, murderous world outside the wilderness. The stone village appears serene and peaceful. The children of the village had already been taken home by their respective mothers and fell asleep. Only a group of men are still fighting here.

"You're still drinking here?!Don't take the children to practice tomorrow?!If you're late, do you have any good fruit to eat?"

"Hey, village chief. After drinking the last bowl, just one bowl!"

"Get out of here!"

In the end, Shi Yunfeng came out and scolded them. The men who drank were a little drunk, and they turned into birds and beasts and scattered. Staggered home and rested.

It's just a flash, and time flies. In the blink of an eye, three days later.

Ye Chen woke up on the bed in the courtyard of the old village chief Shi Yunfeng. The bed was a wooden bed covered with animal skins, which was soft and comfortable. Shi Yunfeng was tinkering on the stone platform on the side, did he make a thumping sound. He found that the man in the bed had woken up, carrying a lamp in one hand and a ceramic bowl with sweet spring water in the other.

Shi Yunfeng did it, next to Ye Chen. Handing over the bowl, Ye Chen had just woken up hungry and his lips were chapped. The moment it was taken, there was a knock. I drank it all at once.

Ye Chen was puzzled: "What is this place, who are you, did you rescue me?" The old man didn't seem to have any malicious intent, otherwise he would have suffered an accident in his coma. He was also confused for a while, and he was actually communicating with the people of this world in the language of the earthlings.

The old man who was listening there also felt very strange. The language barrier is troublesome.

I saw the old man stretch out his palms, and there was a silver-white light on his hands, and the light slowly gathered on one finger. Then two fingers with a silver light pointed at Ye Chen's temples respectively. Ye Chen didn't resist, because the old man was smiling, not like he was going to plot against him.

Ye Chen felt a coolness in his mind, and then a slight tingling pain. When he opens his mouth to speak, what he wants to say. It becomes another language.

This kind of thing that can only happen in the story is actually played out on him. In just one moment, he learned the language of this world. Let him be even more sure that this world is really the world of immortal cultivators!