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Volume 2: Looking for Qin: The Wind Rises in Handan Chapter 8: Wuxi Shanyi

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    "Uncle Chihu, I'm awake, put me down!" Wang Li woke up for a while, and after fully receiving the memory in his body, he stopped pretending to be faint, adjusted his body slightly, moved a few times, and directly faced the person who was carrying him.  The strong man said.

    After listening to his words, the strong man breathed a sigh of relief. Not only did he not let go, but he hugged him tighter: "Blessed by our ancestors, you finally woke up. If something happens to you, how can we explain to the Wuxi Great Witch?  .¡±

    "Yes, thanks to the blessings of our ancestors, brother Wuxi, you'd better stop showing off." The strong man passing by also agreed. The others only paid a little attention and were still focused on walking.

    Although this group of people is carrying a lot of heavy objects, they are all strong and strong, they are like wild beasts. The strength shown by the weakest ones with their hands and feet is no less than that of the martial arts masters in the world where Wang Li went.

    What is rare is that they have no idea what internal strength is. It is just the strength of the body itself. When they raise their hands and feet, it is like eating. When they walk, the wind blows under their feet, just like normal.

    The group of people walked through the deep forest, as if it were flat ground. In a few words, they had traveled nearly a hundred meters.

    Listening to everyone¡¯s words and looking at their eyes, Wang Li recalled the memory of this young man and no longer objected, just letting the strong man carry him towards the tribe quickly.

    The original owner of this body is not lowly in stature. This can be known from his surname. Ordinary barbarians do not have a surname and are simply named according to the creatures they hunted during their coming-of-age ceremony.

    For example, Chihu got his name because he single-handedly killed a tiger with red fur during his coming-of-age ceremony. There are only two types of people in the tribe who can take the name of the Wuxi tribe.

    The world of the Southern Wilderness is no better than the Central Plains, with high mountains and dense forests, rampant monsters, and some extremely harsh environments. In such an environment, barbarians naturally worship the strong and respect the strong.

    There are only two types of strong men among the barbarians. One is the witchcraft who embodies the power of the bloodline inherited from the ancestors, and the other is the witchcraft who teaches the secrets of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers and the ancestral spirit.

    Once the former's bloodline is rejuvenated, his body will be much stronger than that of ordinary barbarians. The latter's body is weak, but he can communicate with the heaven, earth, mountains, rivers and ancestral spirits, control the inheritance and stimulation of bloodline, and can control various powers in the world.  Wisdom that is not possessed.

    The core of any clan tribe is these two.

    Wang Li has the clan number of Wuxi, which is obviously from the middle of the two. Wuwu is very powerful. He was easily knocked away by the monster and knocked unconscious. It is obviously not this type. The only one left is Wuji.

    The owner of his body is the next generation of witch priests in the clan.

    Since he has not officially come of age and has not passed the coming-of-age ceremony, he only has the clan name of Wuxi. He has not yet been named, but he has a nickname. However, there are only a few powerful people in the clan. As the next generation of witch priests, he is relatively high.  Ordinary barbarians wouldn't call it that.

    After about an hour or so, the barbarians of the Wuxi tribe ran for more than fifty miles at a stretch, and finally walked out of the forest and reached a small river. They walked up the river and walked for another half-quarter of an hour. A river valley was already there.  In front of you.

    This river valley is called Wuxi River Valley, and it is where the Wuxi tribe is located.

    There are high mountains on both sides of the valley. A small river passes through the valley. The exits at both ends are not large. The costumes of the Wuxi barbarians seem to be very primitive, but the valley is already very different from the primitive tribes.

    At the entrance to both ends of the river valley, the Wuxi barbarians built a simple walled city here. The walled city was made of local materials and only made of large rocks. Both in height and thickness, it was already the size of a city wall in a big city.

    In the river valley, stone houses can be seen everywhere.

    "We're back, Manniu and the others are back."

    With the return of everyone, the barbarians under the valley walled city cheered from a distance. They were old and young, and most of them were people with slightly weaker fighting ability.

    The strong men on the side of the walled city stayed behind when the hunting party went out to hunt.

    The cheers only lasted for a while. As Wuxi Manniu and others approached, the atmosphere at the gate of the city gradually became stagnant. Wuwu Wuxi Manniu, second only to the clan leader Wuxi clan, personally led the team to hunt and kill the approaching people.  The monster of the tribe.

    There were thirteen people when we left, but when we came back, there were only seven or eight injured people. The rest had been carried on simple stretchers, motionless, and did not get up despite the cheers.

    There is no doubt that they are dead.

    The atmosphere was slightly stagnant, and then the old and weak women and children at the gate of the walled city swarmed out and ran out. A moment later, before reaching the team, they started crying and shouting. The old man cried for his son, the woman cried for her husband, and the child cried for daddy.

    Wuxi Barbarian Niu sighed slightly. He had seen too many such scenes. Every time he led the elite of the tribe to hunt down monsters that were harmful to the tribe.?, he hopes to bring everyone back alive.

    "However, the monster is so powerful that even he will try his best to deal with it. How can he care about other ordinary barbarians? It is normal for someone to die, but the death of any one person is a tragedy for a certain family.

    Returning all the way, the barbarians who were slightly excited after getting the bones of monsters no longer had any excitement at this time, and were all silent. They were slightly luckier, they were not injured to death, and they had wizards, so they could recover easily.  .

    The crying continued for a while, creating a sad atmosphere. Suddenly, a drum beat sounded in the river valley, hitting people's hearts. Along with the drum beat, an inexplicable aura enveloped people's hearts.

    I don¡¯t know who started it, humming a vague tune to the drums, and then more people started humming along with the drums, which Wang Li had heard before in the forest.

    Although this tune has no lyrics and even the sound is very simple, it has the power to move people's hearts and resonate with people.

    "Dongdong dong!" The slow drumming began to become faster, and the tune also changed accordingly. People in the river valley did not know when they joined the chorus without lyrics.

    "Requiem." Searching his memory, Wang Li found this piece of music. This piece of music not only comforts the souls of the dead, but also calms the grief in their hearts.

    As the requiem sounded over the entire tribe, the sadness was gradually healed.

    Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth, and death is destined at birth. People come from heaven and earth, and they will eventually return to heaven and earth. All this is a given, sooner or later

    The barbarian people¡¯s views on life and death continued to linger in Wang Li¡¯s heart as the melody continued. At this time, the drum beat continued to become faster and began to show a distinct rhythm, and his soothing mood fluctuated with the rhythm.

    The blood flow accelerated, the breathing rhythm accelerated, and a trembling feeling was transmitted from the mind to the body. Wuxi Manniu's eyes were red, and he opened his mouth and roared suddenly toward the sky.

    He hammered his chest vigorously with both hands, as if a silent volcano spewed out earthly fire. The sky shook and the earth roared. As he roared, the barbarians on the side also roared.

    The roars have no rhythm, one after another, and in conjunction with the drums, there is an extraordinarily high-spirited sound, as if to awaken the fighting instinct in the barbarian body and put aside all useless other emotions to fight.

    Fighting is not only fighting against ferocious beasts, fighting against enemies, fighting against harsh environment, fighting against heaven and earth, but also fighting against oneself.

    The roar without tune was like the howl of a pack of wolves about to start hunting under the moonlit night, unleashing the wildness deep in the blood. All the beasts in all directions of the river valley were frightened by the roar for a while, even the powerful beasts in the endless distance.  Roar, was also pressed.

    "This is the Zhantian song, played by Wuxi Shanyi, the father of the owner of this body!" After receiving the body memory, although he has not yet used it freely, listening to the melody, Wang Li has already heard the melody clearly.

    His eyes seemed to be passing through the walled city, and he saw Wuxi Shanyi, a middle-aged man who was much thinner than Wuxi Manniu, only 1.8 meters tall, and much more normal than modern people.

    He did not live in a stone house, but lived alone in a cave. At this time, he indifferently beat the Shanyi drum on his waist, vibrating the air, and relying on ancient tunes, aroused the emotions of the entire Wuxi tribe.

    First, there is the Requiem to soothe people's hearts, and then there is the War to Heaven song, which is not only uplifting after comforting, but also a channel to vent, turning grief and sorrow into the strength to move forward.

    Wuwu is only a person with powerful force, and Wuji not only has powerful power, but also has all kinds of things that Wuwu cannot do. Feeling the melody echoing between heaven and earth, Wang Li knows why the true core of a tribe is Wuji  .  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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