Nankun Wasteland, the northern edge of the land, the barren border. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A vast primeval jungle, from a distance, a thousand postures of ancient trees and strange trees, layer upon layer, no matter from which direction, the jungle does not know how deep the vertical and horizontal, close up, flowers and plants are clustered, broken branches and dead leaves are everywhere, the roots are staggered, a strong jungle unique breath, rushing to the face.

In the extreme depths of the jungle, at the foot of a beautiful green mountain, an ancient cottage, the cottage is huge, the circle stretches for nearly 100 miles, the whole cottage is built according to the mountain, the terrain is uneven, the outermost part of the cottage is all made of thick logs to build a high wall, there are three layers inside and outside, simple but firm.

The whole cottage, from a distance, has only one entrance, that is, the gate of the cottage.

At this moment, the wooden fence-like wooden gate was suspended in the air by several wooden vines with thick adult arms, and on the left and right sides of the wooden gate, there were ten strong men wearing oblique shoulder beast clothes and full of muscles, like loyal and well-trained guards, guarding the gate with a resolute expression.

This cottage is where one of the most powerful tribes of the Barbarian Clan, the Chongyu tribe, is located.

In the depths of the tribe, in a large, dimly lit wooden house, an old man with a white beard holding a red wooden staff, with his head bowed and his eyes closed, was chanting words in his mouth, but the words were simple and the syllables were strange, and ordinary people could not understand what he was reading.

After a while, the white-bearded old man opened his eyes, but his cloudy eyes were bursting with light like cold stars, and the old man whispered to the door: "Quickly go and invite the patriarch, the high priest, and Yi Hanya to come here, and say that I have something important to discuss." ”

The white-bearded old man's voice was not loud, but the people outside the door could hear it clearly, and as soon as the old man finished speaking, a deep man's voice came from outside the door: "Yes!

As soon as the man's words fell, he heard a sound of footsteps, and his footsteps were swift and steady, and gradually moved away.

In the wooden house, the white-bearded old man, named Wu Sayu, is a priest of the Chongyu Department, and at this moment he is gently stroking the red wooden staff in his hand, which is about half a zhang long, red and bright, carved with strange runes, like a staff and a Yue, and a few slender white feathers are embedded at the top.

What Wu Sayu is wearing at the moment is not a common beast robe in the tribe, but a brown coarse linen robe, a long gray-white hair that is scattered, some sallow faces are covered with the ravines of the years, long eyebrows and thin eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth, and a white beard that hangs down the belly is particularly eye-catching.

Wu Sayu turned sideways to the door of the wooden house, closed his eyes and pondered, and soon after, footsteps sounded outside the door, and listening to his voice, it should be four people coming together, and three people in front and one in the back.

Wu Sayu opened his eyes again, turned to face the door, and after a while, the door of the wooden house was opened, and the person who opened the door was a strong man wearing animal clothes standing by the door, and then, three people walked in from outside the door, and the strong man by the door looked respectful, and stretched out his hand to close the wooden door.

Among the three people who walked into the wooden house, the one in the middle was a middle-aged man, who looked like a tiger, tall and mighty, with a square face, thick eyebrows, leopard eyes, a big nose and thick lips, a ruddy face, not angry and self-threatening, his breath was deep and calm, and he had the appearance of a tiger, and it was the current patriarch of the Chongyu Department, Wutuohu.

The one on the left is a thin old man, wearing a brown fine linen robe, with a fair and ruddy face, beardless, thin eyebrows, eagle eyes, hooked nose and thin lips, and holding an ebony golden wooden staff in his right hand that is more exquisite than the red wooden staff.

The one on the right is a tall and hot young woman wearing animal clothes, but revealing delicate and white jade arms and slender white legs, full of wild beauty all over her body, it is Yi Hanya.

Wu Sayu respectfully invited Wu Tuohu and Wu Tuohu to sit down, there was no room in the whole wooden house, at a glance, Wu Tuohu nodded, sat on the animal skin wooden chair in the middle, facing the door, Wu Tuohu was sitting on the wooden chair to the left of Wu Tuohu, Yi Hanya walked to the right, but was standing.

The barbarians have a long heritage, living in the depths of the primeval jungle on the border of the wilderness for generations, and rarely interacting with the outside world, so some ancient, simple but strict hierarchies are still used today.

The large and small tribes of the barbarian tribe are almost all divided into five distinct ranks, with the highest status being the oracle, followed by the brave, boys, women and girls, and the lowest being the humble slaves.

In the minds of the barbarian tribes, those who have spiritual roots, can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate, and thus have mana, are all messengers sent by the gods of the tribe to protect the tribe, so the divine envoys are deeply respected in the tribe.

The divine envoys of the barbarian tribe, according to the different levels of cultivation strength, also have a distinction between dignity and inferiority in the tribe, and at the same time obtain corresponding positions and enjoy different treatment.

Specifically, from high to low, it is divided into: the elders of the Yuan Infant Period, the High Priest of the Great Perfection of the Jindan Period, the Priests of the Early to the Later Period of the Jindan Period, the Rain Division of the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Period, the Commander of the Early to the Later Stage of the Foundation Building Period, and finally the Envoy of the Condensation Period.

The patriarch of the tribes of the barbarian tribe is a very special existence, with the same status as the high priest, and is generally respected by many clansmen, who can be a divine envoy or a brave man, and the current patriarch of the Chongyu tribe, Wu Tuohu, is the divine envoy of the Great Perfection of the Jindan Period.

Under the divine envoy, they are all mortals who have no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate, that is, ordinary clansmen.

Ordinary clansmen can't practice, but they can practice martial arts, so among the barbarian tribes, those clansmen who practice martial arts and thus have martial arts, especially adult men, hunt, sentry, patrol and guard cottages for the tribe on weekdays, and brave people who can participate in tribal battles are called braves.

The boys were the future inheritors of the tribe, so they were in the middle of the land, and the women and girls, unless they were oracles, had a very low status among the barbarian tribes, and as for the slaves, they were the tribesmen who had committed great mistakes and were punished, or outsiders from other tribes begging to be taken in, and there were also captives captured after the war.

After Wu Tuohu and Wu Shuhu sat down, Wu Sayu spoke: "The patriarch and the high priest, the sky is not clear, that is, disturb the two adults, and Sayu's sin, but this time, there is really something important, and I hope the two adults will forgive their sins!"

Wu Tuohu closed his eyes and didn't speak, Wu Tuohu laughed quite boldly, waved his big hand, and said: "Brother Sayu doesn't have to be like this, don't we know what you are, the etiquette will be waived, let's get down to business." ”

Wu Tuo Hu is honest and bold, informal, and unfathomable, but whether it is a divine envoy or an ordinary clan, Wu Tuo Hu is treated equally, which is well known in the Chongyu Department, and is also respected and loved by the clansmen.

Wu Sayu naturally also knew Wu Tuohu's human nature, smiled slightly, and said: "The main thing is that not long ago, my Red Feather Staff sensed my clan's holy relic, the Plume Congyu, and finally appeared again. ”

"Is this serious?" but it was Wu Tuohu and Wu Xuan, who asked in surprise at the same time.

Yi Hanya, who was standing on the side, also showed a complicated look of surprise and guilt.

Wu Tuohu and Wu Xuan's reaction, in Wu Sayu's expectations, Wu Sayu nodded heavily and said, "It's true!"