"Jinghua, as the name suggests, is a leek tribe? ”

Yu Zai shouted to the young man, "Hey, what's your name?"

The Jinghua boy raised his head, his nostrils rushed to carry, like a rooster: "Huang Liyin!"

Okay, this name, Yu Zai suddenly remembered a poem.

The hedge is sparse and deep, and the flowers on the trees have not become shaded.

The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly and flew into the cauliflower and were nowhere to be found.

I'm afraid your name didn't come back in time.

This Huang's surname definitely does not come from Wu Hui, the son of Zhu Rong, and it is certainly not the Huang Longguan of the Fuxi clan, nor the descendants of Huang Yunguan during the Yellow Emperor.

In ancient times, the name of the leek can be described as unique, Jinghua, listen, how tall!

Yu Zai nodded and asked him, "You said that your tribe's cultivation is better than that of the Tiller Sprout Clan?"

"That's nature!"

Huang Liyin raised his eyebrows!

If you want to say this, then my face won't hurt!

Bai Huangqi was very angry all of a sudden, and said to him: "You don't talk about dolphins there! There are three mountains and four wildernesses around here, which tribe doesn't know that the tiller sprout clan is an expert in farming!"

Huang Liyin sneered: "There are still three mountains and four fields! How many tribes are there in these three mountains and four fields! Our Jinghua clan has been approved by the Chaisang clan! Tsk tsk!"

As he spoke, he shook his head, and Bai Huangqi plucked out his ears: "It's all dolphin talk, the Chaisang clan gave us seeds before, do you have this treatment?"

Huang Liyin was choked for a moment, but a little strange: "Is there such a thing? Why don't we know?"

Bai Huangqi pursed his lips: "You don't know a lot of things, are you my father, I want to tell you?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Yu Zai hurriedly interjected to stop the two bastards from bickering, and hurriedly took advantage of this time to ask for the information he needed.

"Huang Liyin, are you fighting for land with the Tiller Clan? But I listen to your tone, this area is known as the Three Mountains and Four Wilds, and there are not many tribes, in fact, the land should be enough. ”

"Why is there a fight?"

Huang Liyin snorted: "The witch of the Chifang clan! You don't know, this land has been our Jinghua clan since ancient times! This is the most fertile piece of land in the three mountains and four wilderness! But the tiller clan insisted that this land was theirs, forcibly snatched it, and set up a dragon and ghost totem, crossed the cultivated land, and encroached on our land!"

"You put your mother's dolphin talk!"

Bai Huangqi stared at him and jumped up: "The wicked will sue others first! You are simply shameless!"

"The dragon and ghost totem of our tribe has been standing here for hundreds of years!

Yu Zai listened a little confused, both sides of the people think that this best land belongs to them, and think that it is their "national border", this kind of problem is indeed worth fighting, if it is just for a piece of terra nullius, then this kind of battle in the south often happens, just like the north in ancient times because of the water grabbing every year and private.

But when it comes to border issues, it's troublesome.

The point is, there is no record in the ancestors, and it doesn't look like it.

Yu Zai listened, and Huang Liang snorted coldly: "The tiller sprout clan is not favored by this land! Last time, the snake turned into a snake from the east to the three mountains and four wilderness, and the water was filled, I heard that your tiller sprout clan's Bu Jia has been lost!"

"God doesn't like you!"

Bai Huangqi's expression suddenly changed greatly, and he said angrily: "So that's the case, you came here to sow seeds because you knew that our Bu Jia was lost!"

Huang Liyin snorted: "Bu Jia was originally used for divination before spring ploughing, but before you started farming, Bu Jia was washed away by the flood, so you still say that this land is yours? You are no longer worthy of sowing seeds on this land!"

"If you want me to say, the tiller sprout clan lost the armor before spring ploughing, if this was placed two hundred years ago, the gods must have been angry with you and wanted to expel you from here! Now the heaven and earth have their own spirits, you are not happy with the spirits, and you still occupy our land, you will definitely have no harvest in the coming year!"

Huang Liyin shouted, Bai Huangqi opened his mouth, but his face turned red, because Bu Jia was lost, it was indeed a very humiliating thing, especially the day before preparing for spring ploughing, and the next day there was a sudden flood, and then the big turtle shell was gone, which is extremely unlucky for anyone to see.

"We Wu said, now this land is Jinghua's, he has gone up to tell the Chaisang clan, Tongda Tianting, to ask Chaisang Mountain to give us this land completely, because the tribe that lost Bujia the day before the spring ploughing is no longer worthy of farming in the three mountains and four fields, you don't claim to be the best farming expert, if I am from your clan, dig a pit and bury myself now, after all, it's too embarrassing!"

"Why can't your witch leave the tribe? Or is he not in the tribe at all? The witch of the Chifang clan came from afar, and as a result, all the witches of your tribe are gone, did they run to Chaisang Mountain and fight for it?"

"Slightly!"

Huang Liang was extremely sarcastic, as if he wanted to spill out all the depression he had just been scolded, and he himself was triumphant, as if he had forgotten that he was still a prisoner.

More than a dozen fighters of the Tiller Clan, whether they were young or prime-aged, their faces suddenly became gloomy, and they were about to go up and beat people with their fists, at this time Yu Zai understood the crux of the problem, and immediately laughed twice.

"The tiller sprout serves the dragon ghost, celebrates the wind and rain, and prays for a good harvest. ”

The warriors of the Tiller Sprout stopped their movements and all looked at Yu Zai.

Yu Zai took out the Bu Jia.

"This is the armor you lost. ”

Yu Zai shook the turtle shell in his hand.

The audience was very quiet, no one spoke, and Huang Liyin, who had just scolded and felt very comfortable, also opened his mouth wide and looked at the turtle shell stupidly.

The clansmen of the Tiller Ya clan looked at each other, Bai Huangqi was stunned for a while, and then walked in front of Yu Zai, and when he saw the Bu Jia, he didn't dare to take it, and stood in front of Yu Zai for a long time, his face became more and more red.

"This.... It's a lot like... It's a lot like. ”

I don't know if it's excitement or what, Bai Huangqi held back for a long time, and said to Yu Zai: "It should be, it should be." ”

The totem of this Bujia is not clear, it was like this when they picked it up, there was no hole on the edge of the turtle shell, and it was a new turtle shell, it was an absolute first-hand product, but the text used for the sacrifice was only understood by the witch, and only the witch could take the sacrificial armor of his own tribe.

So Bai Huangqi didn't rashly accept it, he saw the vague totem, but he couldn't recognize the sacrificial words on it, the sacrificial text is a specific text that all witches can understand, different from Cangjie's text.

"I, I'm going to find Wu! You, you wait!"

Bai Huangqi was a little incoherent with excitement, he immediately spread his girl and ran away, and the other warriors also became very excited, except Huang Liyin, who shouted: "It's too late for you to go, this land is already ours!"

"It's been taken down!

Huang Liyin felt that something was getting a little strange, he turned his head to look at Yu Zai and asked, "You can't make trouble like this! This land is ours in the first place! Where did you come from?"

Yu Zai smiled mysteriously, and suddenly said mischievously: "Why don't you ask the magical Bu Jia?"