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A wall of tall hardwood piles, surrounded by layers, guards the tribe of 5,000 people. The tribal village is backed by the Liqiu mountain range, and the gate is open to the south.

Chaoyang animals, children in twos and threes walked out of the gate, either carrying bamboo baskets, or carrying bamboo baskets, calling friends and companions, through the lawn in front of the door, towards the grove not far away.

"I want to pick the most herbs and the most green leafy vegetables!"

"Big talk, you didn't pick as much yesterday as I did!"

"I ...... I was with Xiao Zhun yesterday, and I must have picked more than you today!"

"Aha, Xiaoqiu, I told you that Xiaozhun has been disgusted by the Liqiu God, and you still often follow you?"

"Actually, Xiao Zhun is very easy to get along with!

"But he was disgusted by the Liqiu God, otherwise, how could his father be eaten by brute beasts if he was so powerful? His mother was also plagued by illness? If it weren't for the care of the priest, he and his mother would have starved to death!"

......

In a few moments, the children were already away from the lawn and began to enter the grove one after another.

On the lawn, only an eight- or nine-year-old boy remained, alone, with his lips tightly closed, and a pair of black and white eyes gradually emerging from fog.

Seeing that tears were about to fall, the little boy raised his arms, wiped his old sleeves against his eyes, puffed up his chest, and strode into the woods.

Obviously, the little boy who is alone is the "little quasi" who was disgusted by the god of Liqiu.

Xiao Zhun entered the woods, no longer following the footsteps of his friends, and turned around and walked to the side of the woods.

He has been abandoned by his friends, and he doesn't want to be seen and ridiculed behind them, so he can only walk to the side alone, maybe he can pick more herbs and green leafy vegetables.

Xiao Zhun, who was only looking for wild vegetables, had unconsciously gone deep into the bushes, and just as he reached out to pick a grass mushroom, he suddenly found a dead man nearby.

This grove is in front of the gate of the village, which has long been swept by the warriors of the tribe, and there are no large beasts, so the children of the tribe will enter the grove to pick wild vegetables.

"Ahh

After calling, Xiao Zhun calmed down and found that the dead man was wearing a black robe, and his head was bare.

After all, he was a child of the tribe and had received a minimum of training, and he cautiously stepped forward, trying to identify the appearance of the dead man, and found that the man was still breathing.

Xiao Zhun didn't dare to step forward to touch it, so he hurriedly ran out of the woods, and shouted at the guard in front of the village: "Brother wood, brother wood, a stranger fainted in the woods!"

The guard on the watchtower poked his head out and asked loudly, "Xiao Zhun, you said there are strangers in the woods?"

"Yes, Brother Wood, I didn't lie to you, there are really people, wearing black clothes, I've never seen it!"

The guard who called the wood spoke to the guard who was on duty with him, and hurried down from the watchtower.

followed Xiao Zhun to the bushes, and sure enough, he found a bald man in black.

The wooden guard touched the bald man's chest, feeling his heart still beating, and his breathing was weak, but he was still alive.

He hurriedly picked up the man in black and walked through the lawn to the gate of the tribe village.

The guard on the watchtower stood at his post and asked, "Wood, who is the person you are carrying?"

Although Mu was a tall man, the man in black still breathed a little, and replied, "I haven't seen it, it should be from another place!"

"Wait, Wood, you want to bring him into the tribal garrison? No, you can't bring a stranger in!"

Wood stopped and said, "But he is already unconscious, and if he is left in the wilderness, he will surely be devoured by wild beasts at night!

"That won't do, without the consent of the chief and the shaman, you will bring him in, and you will not be afraid of punishment?"

Wood said, "I know the rules, I will take him to the priest now, and when the priest heals him, let him leave." I'll take all the blame!"

After Wood finished speaking, he ignored the other guard on the watchtower, and carried the unconscious bald man on his back, and ran quickly to the shaman's residence. Behind him was a curious little quasi.

Coming to the two-story wooden building of the shaman, the wood shouted, "The shaman!

A young fifteen or sixteen boy poked his head out from the second floor and asked, "Lord Shaman is communicating with the Liqiu God, what's the matter?"

When the wood explained the situation, the boy hurriedly got down and asked the wood guard to place the unconscious man on the stone bar downstairs and began to examine it.

After the young man finished checking, Mu hurriedly asked, "Little Priest Lingyun, is this person still saved?"

The young man frowned and said, "I can't see the injury, why am I unconscious?

While the two were talking, a thin old man with gray hair walked up the wooden building on the second floor.

"Master!"

"Lord Shaman!"

The thin old man nodded, came to the unconscious bald man, examined it carefully, and said, "Qiu Mutou, where did you find this person?"

After listening to Mu's explanation, the shaman said: "This person's body is very normal, and the reason why he is unconscious is most likely because his soul is injured! This person has no real power in his body, he is just an ordinary person, but his clothes are not like the people of the nearest hill tribe, how can he come to the vicinity of the mountain tribe?"

The closest to the mountain tribe was the hill tribe, and the tribe that was even farther away was already a hundred miles away, how could an ordinary person walk through the wilderness and travel hundreds of miles?

However, the Liqiu God is a peaceful deity, and the Lishan and Qiushan tribes who worship it are not violent and warlike tribes, and do not reject foreign humans.

The shamans did not refuse to help because they were strangers.

"Lingyun, you go and serve a bowl of fruit wine!"

When the priest poured a bowl of golden fruit wine, the unconscious bald man coughed and woke up.

The man, with a pair of bright eyes, saw the people in front of him, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where am I at this time?"

The priest smiled and said, "You are now in the Lishan tribe of the Liqiu Mountain Range, I don't know where the distinguished guest came from?"

The black-robed man sat up suddenly, looked around, and suddenly said, "But you saved me?"

Obviously, the black-robed man knew that he had been injured, otherwise, he would not have opened his mouth to ask who had saved him.

The shaman-sama frowned and said, "I don't know what happened to you, can you tell me about it?"

The black-robed man smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you for your help!" As soon as I arrived here, I and a few companions were stopped by a strong enemy and fled separately. ”

The shaman asked, "I don't know what your guest is called, and from which tribe do you come from?"

The black-robed man blinked his eyes twice, hesitated for a while, and then replied, "My name is Zhu Tianpeng, and I am from Fulin Mountain. ”