At night, the ancestral temple is filled with the corpses of fierce birds and beasts.

Dressed in a newly-made feather robe made of various feathers, Wu held a bone staff in his hand, and wore a crown of multicolored feathers inlaid with various colored gems, standing in front of the burning blue and purple flames, and chanting loudly and inexplicably.

As the witch chanted, the cluster of purple flames in the middle of the stone pillar began to beat.

It's just that Gongliang feels that today's flame seems to be weak and weak, and he remembers that he used to be very vigorous and lively.

The next facts verified his idea, when the flame was divided into three points and the totem of the word "Yan" was formed, the power of the flame seemed to be all used up, very weak, shaky, and would not be extinguished.

Wu also seemed to notice this, and suddenly raised his hands, chanted loudly, and danced a reckless ancient dance.

The old man next to him joined forces with drums, and the tribal warriors struck the ground with bones and spears. Different voices converge to play a hymn to the primitive tribe.

In the high-pitched voice of the witch, a trace of green smoke floated out from the heads of fierce birds and beasts and poured into the burning fire of the stone pillar, and the flame that was originally shaky and about to be extinguished immediately became much thicker. But that's just it, unlike in the past, when worshipping the ancestral gods, as long as the green smoke was injected, the fire would burn violently, becoming full, strong, powerful, and hot, as if it could burn everything at any time.

I don't know what happened, but Gongliang felt that it might be related to the scene he saw last time he went in with Qingyan, so he wanted to see it again.

But I hesitated in my heart, for fear that I would have the terrifying feeling that my whole body was burned like last time, and I wanted to die but couldn't.

But he wanted to find out why.

In the end, he couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart, and looked in the direction where Qingyan had fled, and his heart sank into it in an instant.

When the green smoke entered the blue flame on the stone pillar, it was not absorbed, but followed the flame into an open place below.

The dark black wood that Gongliang saw in this open place last time was still there, but the dark blue flame on it was obviously many times smaller, and only a dark blue flame was left floating there, and it was not like last time, as if with consciousness, he actually chased after him, and also emitted a scorching flame to burn himself, which was very terrifying.

After absorbing the green smoke floating from the skulls of fierce birds and beasts, the dark blue flames on the black wood were noticeably larger, and the flames became stronger and more powerful.

He didn't see that some of the green smoke was absorbed by his eyebrows, and entered the space deep in the center of his eyebrows.

There was a faint blue flame, encircled in it by ice crystal jade dew. As soon as the green smoke entered, it was absorbed by the dark blue flame, and the flame suddenly condensed a little more.

After looking at the dark blue flame on the dark wood for a while, Gongliang couldn't think of how it could become smaller, so he simply stopped thinking about it and left this place.

In the past few years, he has encountered too many clueless things, such as why he was able to see Uncle Dashi's family through the wall, why the belly can grow trees, there are fruits on the trees, there is still space in the fruits, and the space is still the land that can absorb the energy of the beast to grow, and the land can still grow things.

Everything was so clueless, completely subverting the science he had known in his previous life.

Sure enough, this world is like a classic saying from a child in a previous life: "Scientific truth, it's okay not to say it."

Because I can't say it, I can't explain it, how can I say it?

Gongliang can only throw away all ideas. Speaking of which, he is already very lucky, at least he is still alive and well.

Wu's high-pitched chant fell, and the Yanhuo did not burst like before, and divided into countless sparks and fell on the Yanbe people.

It was the same last time.

The Yanbe people panicked, wondering if the ancestral gods had abandoned them and stopped protecting them. This thought spread to everyone in the tribe, and for a moment the hall was unusually silent.

After chanting, Wu saw this scene and shook his body. The leader next to him hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Wu waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and asked him to preside over the distribution of animal meat, and he slowly entered the house, his back looking so bleak and gloomy.

When Gongliang saw Wu's appearance, he was worried, and he wanted to go over to greet him. But when he saw that he had already entered the house, he did not bother him, and left with the others.

At this time, because of the beast herd attacking the tribe, each household of the Yanbu people accumulated a large amount of animal meat, and the tribe also stored a lot of food for the winter. It's just that the people of Yanbe, who have food, are not very happy. The successive fire-burning incidents made them wonder if the tribe had been abandoned by the ancestral gods, and the ancestral gods no longer blessed them.

In the Great Wilderness Tribe, it is very sad to live without the blessing of the ancestral gods, just look at the Mabe people.

If they had been blessed by their ancestral gods, they would not have moved away from their original places.

When Gongliang returned home, he disposed of the animal meat he had shared, filled the kitchen pot with water, lit a fire, and boiled the meat and bones of the beast.

Because of the cold weather, the Yanbe people saw the benefits of the Gongliangjia stove, so they all separated the kitchen at home, built one, and burned firewood day and night to block the cold winter.

Out of the kitchen, he carried the round roll to the bed, and it was warm to sleep with the fluffy guy in this weather. Except for not sleeping with him when he has a temper tantrum, he doesn't resist at other times. Chicks have long been laid for a long time. Now at night it does not go back to its nest to sleep, but lies on the pure white fur of the Gongliang and weak Sniper King.

Anyway, it doesn't, it lies on its stomach, and Gongliang gets used to it. The same goes for round.

Before going to bed, Gongliang always used to sit cross-legged on the bed for a while, emptying all his thoughts, that is, meditating.

There was no moon tonight, and he didn't fall into the realm of the giant rhino moon map, so he sat for a while and woke up.

Suddenly, he remembered that he didn't seem to have cultivated his true qi for a long time, so he sank his mind into the dantian.

The true qi of the dantian has not changed much since it was filtered and purified by the fruit of the two-leaf tree.

Because now the fruit absorbs the moonlight and converts it into pure gas, and all of it is used to nourish the body, and it is not put into the dantian at all, so it will naturally not increase. Without the help of jade's abundant qi, relying only on Gongliang's own stupid cultivation, he didn't know how long it would take to raise his true qi.

He remembered that it seemed to take him several months to cultivate his first wisp of true qi, and if he really had to rely on his own cultivation, he didn't know that it would be a waste of time to reach the Year of the Monkey.

Thinking about it, Gongliang stopped caring about the true qi in the dantian and fell asleep.

No matter what things are, life always has to pass.

The people of Yanbe did not have a world-weary mood because they were abandoned by the ancestral gods, and they still lived as usual when they got up in the morning, but they were in a bad mood and their morale was always low.

Today, the sky is gray, and there are some snowflakes floating, like the mood of Yanbe people.

Gongliang came out to see the weather, and the experience of staying on the edge of the West Lake for many years in his previous life told him that it was going to snow heavily. As if knowing the next weather change, the beasts began to attack the gate fiercely early in the morning, and the woods on the surrounding mountain walls also appeared in the beasts.

No one is out hunting in Yanbe now, and all the warriors in their prime are thrown into the attacking ranks against the herd.

These middle-aged warriors were divided into two shifts day and night, taking turns to be on duty, so as not to be attacked by the herd at night, and the younger warriors were left as substitutes, but some people took the initiative to help.

The Yanbe warriors guarding the walled wall saw the attack of the beasts, and hurriedly blew the horn, and the archers guarding the walled wall and guarding the surrounding area suddenly moved.

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PS: Today's update, the number of words in the recent update is large, and the official follow-up promotion may not be able to keep up, so occasionally a chapter is delayed. By the way, sorting out some of the previous chapters, I remember that there seems to be a chapter with the name skewered, but I don't remember which chapter, so I had to look for it.

Some friends say that this book is not original, but has become a fantasy.

I want to say that this book is originally fantasy, but the first part is a primitive tribe, and the latter is not, it should be something you have never seen before.

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