Ma Dengyuan shook his head fiercely and said: "If you come, you will be safe, that demon, since you didn't hurt you and me, and sent me to wait for a ride, there is no malice in thinking about it, perhaps, it's just a joke......"

But even he didn't believe it.

Then he patted his head: "Brother Xu Gaotang, isn't it in Busan City?" Let's go and deliver the letter first, and then talk about ......."

Yan'er nodded hurriedly, this county has strict laws, and it can give him a very satisfying sense of security, so he hurried into the city.

Ma Dengyuan was about to leave, but he was stunned again, shouting: "Yan'er, hurry up and get pen and ink!"

Yan'er couldn't help asking: "Childe, what do you want to do now?"

"I had an adventure last night, how can I not record it and leave it ...... descendants," Ma Dengyuan said as a matter of course.

"This son, it's hopeless...... Yan'er stroked her forehead with her hand and rolled her eyes......

Fang Ming didn't know that the actions of the living treasure behind him, at this time, he had already penetrated deep into the boundary of the mountains of Wuyi's 'no-wrong' novel.

At this time, I saw a scene.

A group of wildlings, shirtless, with their dark chests exposed, and only a pair of indigo tight pants underneath, were wreaking havoc in a village.

From time to time, there were villagers, Zhang Yi ran, and while running, he shouted: "Shanyue, Shanyue!"

Poof! The bone arrow pierced through the air and shot into the man's chest, and the villager ran a few more steps before he fell to the ground with a bang.

For Shanyue, his face was painted with a few oil paints, red and green, which was bizarre, whistling, urging Shanyue to step forward.

I saw the mountains below, rushing into the farmers from time to time. With a few screams, he came out with a bag of rice, occasionally. He also carried iron pots and pans and other things.

Fang Ming knew that these Shanyue could only be regarded as the bottom of the Liangfu Shanyue.

The population of more than 100,000 people in Shanyue will definitely not be able to survive by relying on the materials in the mountains alone, so they can only go down the mountains and occupy the plains to cultivate. in order to grow stronger.

The same is true for Shanyue in Wuyi and Changle, there are only a few. is still squatting in the mountains, and the other mountains are all going out to grab the plains for farming. Get the harvest. in order to multiply the population to more than 10,000 people.

However, on the Shanyue side, the social system is primitive, the production technology is backward, even if there is fertile land, the harvest is still a little insufficient for the needs of the entire population, at this time, it is necessary to go out to plunder to meet the demand.

Meantime. Other resources can also be plundered.

And most importantly, it is to rob the living. Go back to the Blood Sacrifice!

Fang Ming could see that at this time, although Shanyue collected the grain and grass materials on the car and prepared to escort them, he did not stop, but took out the ropes, tied up the captive people, and prepared to take them away together. Among them, most of them are young people, and there are very few old people.

"It just so happens that these Shanyue are well-organized, it seems that they are not from a small tribe, so they can be explored!" Fang Ming's mind moved, he chose the Shanyue Leader just now, and used the possession supernatural power!

This mountain Yue Ling, only to feel dizzy in his head, he was already completely unconscious, and he was robbed of consciousness by Fang Ming!

While digesting the memories of this mountain leader, Fang Ming issued an order to ask his subordinates to put away the supplies and go home.

"Well, this collar belongs to the Shanyue Heavenly Bow Department, there are tens of thousands of people, and it is a big tribe! Is it called Huhe?"

How powerful is the thinking of the gods? Just for a moment, this Huhe memory from childhood to adulthood is known to Fang Ming, even if it is a relative, he can't recognize it.

From Huhe's memory, Fang Ming knew that this Tiangong Department, in Shanyue, was also a first-class force, and also enshrined a totem, which could bless the clansmen and avoid the nuisance of the wandering spirits.

Among the Heavenly Bow Tribe, the highest status is the shepherd and the high priest.

Next, there are the leaders of the samurai at all levels, divided by the color of their faces. From the lowest pole to the highest of the five colors, called "Beirut", he was the leader of the warriors, who was of great rank, under the shepherd and the high priest, and who had the privilege of eating the best food and sleeping with the most beautiful women.

Now Hohe, with three oil paints on his face, is considered a middle-level, in charge of the hundreds of Shanyue warriors.

Today, it's his turn to hunt. This snatching of food and killing the people is, in Shanyue's view, hunting!

"If it's a wild clan, I don't understand the teachings!" Fang Ming shook his head secretly, on the surface, it was still the brave Huhe warrior, urging his subordinates to hurry.

Between the Shanyue, there was talk and laughter, and occasionally stepped forward to catch a few people for fun, until it was completely dark, and they had returned to the Shanyue base camp.

The more he walked, the heavier Fang Ming's heart became, "These Shanyue have a fierce temperament, they are brave and ruthless, in terms of bravery, they are all above the Xin'an soldiers, and it is not easy to deal with them!"

It is said to be the base camp of the Heavenly Bow Department, but in Fang Ming's opinion, it is a huge camp.

The Shanyue people have not yet reached the point of building a city and living in it, but they also have a bit of weather.

The sentry on the camp, seeing Fang Ming and his party, all cheered: "Huhe warriors are back! Shouting warriors are back!"

Fang Ming laughed and waved his hand, and soon someone went to report, and soon, the gate of the camp opened with a bang.

Fang Ming waved his hand, and the warriors of the mountains below, escorting the people and supplies, led to the gate in turn.

Fang Ming entered last, looked at one of the guards, and asked, "Where are the pastors and high priests, I want to see them!"

"The shepherd and the high priest are in the big tent, and they say that as soon as the warriors of Hohe come, they will go to meet them!" There was only a smear of oil paint on the guard's face, and he was the lowest warrior, and he naturally did not dare to slack off in front of Huhe, and hurriedly spoke.

"Okay, I'll go!" Fang Ming said, and went straight to the center of the camp, where a camp tent was built with cloth and silk, and it was also decorated with various oil paints, and there were a lot of feathers inserted on the four sides, which were bright and dazzling.

This is the shepherd's tent.

Although the mountain went down, he learned to farm. But on the pastoral side, he can't change his old habits, and he has to move from time to time, which is also to suppress various places and plunder resources.

Fang Ming opened the camp tent and went in, and saw a group of Shanyue, sitting in a circle, all sitting on the ground, and in the middle, there was a roasted whole sheep, exuding the aroma of fat!

The middle two, sitting alone, around one person, also sat a few Shanyue maids, one head show, falling vertically, black and bright, without any restraint, wearing a splendid interracial service, but also have a unique style.

This person is middle-aged, and there is a carpet underneath, which is obviously different from the people around him.

Looking at Fang Ming, he laughed and said, "Huhe, my child, you're back, how is today's harvest?"

Huhe knelt down on one knee and said: "Mu, you are an eagle in the sky, your will is my mission, I not only got a few carts of grain today, but also beat a lot of white pigs, enough to sacrifice!"

Before the pastor could speak, the person on the side spoke first: "Huhe, you are the warrior who has been blessed by our great giant tree totem, I know that you will not let my totem down......"

This is the high priest of the Heavenly Bow Department, with the appearance of an old man, his skin is wrinkled, and he is extremely short, but his eyes are extremely bright, and he can almost shine through the darkness.

Huhe saluted to the high priest: "Honorable high priest, without your guidance, I would be like a lost lamb who can't find the direction, this time, it is thanks to you who pointed out the path, I can have so much gain!"

The old man's face smiled like a chrysanthemum, "Haha...... Don't be afraid, my child, and remember that the great giant tree totem is all around you......"

This white pig is an ordinary young people, who want to sacrifice evil ghosts, and the effect of young adults is naturally much better than that of the elderly.

This high priest also has strange fluctuations on his body, he is not a mortal, Fang Ming carefully restrained his own aura, his cultivation is much higher than that of the high priest, but he didn't give it a sense.

"Come on, warriors, no matter how powerful the tigers in the mountains are, they can't beat the wolves, today, what is the name of our bravest head wolf?"

Seeing the high priest teaching there, the shepherd's eyes flashed and he asked loudly.

One of them shouted, "It's Huhe!" and the other Shanyue warriors also shouted.

Mu laughed and asked, "Our head wolf, what reward should there be?"

"He should be rewarded with the best meat of his sheep!" shouted in unison.

"Yes, that's it!" Mu stepped forward, and his subordinates offered a golden dagger, Mu took it, cut a large piece of mutton, presented it on a gold plate, and served it to Huhe.

"I declare that when the great sacrifice is held in three days, I will give Hohe Barut the status!" Mu said loudly, looking around.

This Barut is a warrior with four oil paints, and this leap is from the middle level to the top level, and it is not easy.

Now there are only three Baruts in the entire Tiangong tribe, and they are extremely powerful. It can be said that it is a great favor.

"Mu, you are our wolf king, I am the most loyal head wolf under your command, I am willing to always follow in your footsteps!

Huhe hurriedly knelt on the ground. Say it out loud.

"Okay! good!" Mu personally helped Huhe up and gave him the golden dagger, "This thing will be given to you!"

The high priest on the side, his face was gloomy.

Fang Ming pretended not to know, returned to the group of warriors, ate meat in large pieces, and drank a lot of wine.

"Is the contradiction between divine power and royal power already fierce to this point?" The previous Huhe was muddy, and there was no undercurrent surging around him at all, but Fang Ming was different, he was older than personnel, and he smelled something strange from the actions of the pastor and the high priest.

After the banquet, Hohe returned to his house.

On the Shanyue side, the structure is primitive, and it is still a public-owned society. Although Hohe is a middle-level warrior, his own house is not much better.

Even, the bed where he slept was made of hay.

"Huhe, Huhe! Are you not!" Fang Ming was about to rest, when a shout came from outside.

This voice, in Huhe's memory, is very familiar, it is his good brother Bayan.

Since Fang Ming pretended to be Hohe, facing his brother, he naturally couldn't be too cold and hurried out.

In the moonlight, a big man, with a simple face and a smile, looked at Huhe: "Congratulations, my brother, Mu has already said that he will promote you to Balut! I know that you are an eagle in the sky, and you will not be bound by thorns......" (To be continued......

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