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Volume 1 Anchang City God Chapter 143 Shanyue

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    Ma Dengyuan shook his head fiercely and said: "Now that you've come, let's make peace with it. Since that monster didn't harm you or me, and sent me to wait for a while, I don't think it was malicious. Maybe, it was just a joke"

    But even he himself didn¡¯t believe it.

    Then he patted his head: "Brother Xu, isn't Gaotang in Busan City? We'd better go deliver the letter first"

    Yan'er nodded quickly. This county has strict laws and regulations and can give him a very satisfying sense of security, so it is best to enter the city as soon as possible.

    Just as Ma Dengyuan was about to leave, he paused again and shouted: "Yan'er, get your pen and ink quickly!"

    Yan'er was confused and couldn't help but ask: "Master, what else do you want to do with your pen and ink now?"

    "How could I not record my adventure last night for the sake of my descendants" Ma Dengyuan said matter-of-factly.

    "This young master is hopeless" Yan'er touched his forehead with his hand and rolled his eyes

    Fang Ming did not know what the two living treasures behind him were doing. At this time, he had penetrated deep into the boundaries of the Wuyi Mountains.

    At this time, we were witnessing a scene.

    A group of wild tribesmen, with their upper bodies bare and their dark chests exposed, and only a pair of indigo tights underneath, were plundering a village in groups.

    From time to time, villagers would appear, running in panic, shouting: "Mountains are getting better, mountains are getting better!"

    Poof!  The bone arrow pierced the air and shot into the man's chest. The villager ran a few more steps before falling to the ground.

    The leader, Shan Yue, had a few daubs of oil paint on his face, red and green, which was really strange. He was whistling, urging Shan Yue below to come forward.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? we can see the mountains and mountains go up and down, and from time to time they rush into the farmers¡¯ houses.  After a few screams, he came out with a rice bag.  He also carried iron pots, pans and other items.

    Fang Ming knows that these mountains can only be regarded as the bottom layer of the mountains in the two prefectures.

    The population of more than 100,000 in Shanyue cannot be fed by supplies in the mountains alone. They have to go down the mountains and occupy the plains for farming.  To develop and grow.

    The same is true for Shanyue in Wuyi and Changle, there are only a few.  They are still squatting in the mountains, while other people who cross the mountains are going out to snatch the plains for farming.  Get a harvest.  Only then can the population multiply to more than 10,000 people.

    But over the mountain, the social system is primitive and the production technology is backward. Even if there is fertile land, the harvest is still not enough for the entire population. At this time, it is also necessary to go out to plunder to meet the demand.

    at the same time.  Other resources can also be plundered.

    And the most important point is to rob living people.  Go back to the blood sacrifice!

    Fang Ming could see that at this time, Shanyue had collected the grain and grass supplies into the car and prepared to escort them, but he did not stop. Instead, he took out ropes to tie up the captive people and prepared to take them away together.  Among them, most are young people and very few are elderly.

    "It just so happens that these Shanyue are well-organized. They don't appear to be small tribes. It's time to find out!" Fang Ming had an idea and chose the leader of Shanyue just now and used his magical power of possession!

    The leader of Shanyue felt dizzy and completely comatose. His consciousness was taken away by Fang Ming!

    While digesting the memory of the Shanyue leader, Fang Ming issued orders for his men to collect the supplies and return home.

    "Well! This leader is from the Shanyue Tiangong tribe. There are tens of thousands of people. It is a big tribe! Is it called Huhe?"

    How powerful is the thinking of gods?  In just a moment, Fang Ming knew Huhe's memories from childhood to adulthood, and even his relatives could not recognize them.

    From Huhe¡¯s memory, Fang Ming knew that this Tian Gong tribe was also a first-rate force in Shanyue, and even enshrined a totem to protect the clan members from wandering spirits.

    And among the Tiangong tribe, the highest-ranking ones are the patriarch and high priest.

    Next, there are the warrior leaders at all levels, divided by the color of their faces.  From the lowest bar to the highest five-color bar, it is called "Beirut". It is the leader of the warriors. It has a very high status, only under the patriarch and high priest. Moreover, it has the privilege of eating the best food and sleeping in the most beautiful places.  woman.

    The current Huhe, with three streaks of paint on his face, is considered a middle-level person, in charge of hundreds of Shanyue warriors.

    Today, it is his turn to come hunting.  From Shanyue's point of view, robbing food and killing people is just hunting!

    "It's a barbarian! He doesn't understand the teachings!" Fang Ming shook his head secretly. On the surface, he was still the brave Huhe warrior, urging his men to go on their way.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? As a group of people go up and down the mountain, they are talking and laughing, and occasionally they step forward to catch a few people for fun.

    The further they walked, the heavier Fang Ming's heart became. "These mountains are fierce in temperament and eager to fight bravely. In terms of bravery alone, they are all superior to the Xin'an soldiers. It is very difficult to deal with them!"

    It is said to be the headquarters of the Tiangong tribe, but in Fang Ming DynastyIt turned out to be a huge camp.

    The Shanyue people have not yet reached the point of building a city and living there, but they still have some atmosphere.

    The sentries on the camp cheered when they saw Fang Ming and his entourage: "The warriors of Huhe are back! The warriors of Huhe are back!"

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

    Fang Ming waved his hand, and the Shanyue warriors escorted the people and supplies through the gate one by one.

    Fang Ming entered last, looked at a guard, and asked: "Where are the patriarch and high priest? I want to see them!"

    "The Patriarch and the High Priest are in the big tent. They said that as soon as the Huhe warriors arrive, they will go see them!" The guard only had a touch of grease on his face, and he was the lowest warrior. Naturally, he did not dare to neglect Huhe.  , said quickly.

    "Okay! I'll go right away!" Fang Ming said, and went straight to the center of the camp. Here, a tent was built with cloth and decorated with various oil paints. There were many bright and dazzling feathers on the four sides.

    This is the Patriarch¡¯s tent.

    ??Although the mountains go down, you can learn to farm.  However, the Patriarch cannot change his past habits and has to relocate from time to time. This is also intended to suppress various places and plunder resources.

    Fang Ming opened the tent and went in. He saw a group of mountain climbers forming a circle, all sitting on the ground. In the middle, there was a roasted whole lamb, exuding the aroma of fat!

    The two in the middle are sitting alone, and around one of them, there are several Shanyue maids sitting. Their hair falls vertically, black and bright, without any restraint, and they are dressed in splendid foreign clothes, which has a unique style.

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

    Looking at Fang Ming, he laughed and said: "Huhe, my child, you are back, how was the harvest today?"

    Huhe knelt down on one knee and said: "Patriarch, you are the eagle in the sky, and your will is my mission. Not only did I get several carts of grain today, I also killed a lot of white pigs, which is enough for sacrifice!"

    Before the patriarch could speak, the people on the side spoke first: "Huhe! You are a warrior blessed by our great giant tree totem. I knew you would not let my totem down"

    This is the high priest of the Tiangong Tribe. He looks like an old man, with wrinkled skin and extremely short stature. However, his eyes are extremely bright and can almost illuminate the darkness.

    Hu He saluted to the high priest: "Dear high priest, without your guidance, I would be like a lost lamb, unable to find the direction. This time, thanks to you pointing out the path, I can gain so much!"

    The smile on the old man's face turned into a chrysanthemum, "Haha This is all the guidance of the totem! My child, don't be afraid of confusion, remember, the great giant tree totem is by your side"

    This white pig is an ordinary young people. They want to sacrifice evil spirits. The effect of young adults is naturally much better than that of old people.

    This high priest also had strange fluctuations on his body. He was not a mortal. Fang Ming carefully restrained his aura. His cultivation level was much higher than that of the high priest, but he didn't notice it.

    "Come on! Warriors, no matter how powerful the tigers in the mountains are, they can't defeat a pack of wolves. What is the name of our bravest wolf today?"

    Seeing the high priest following the teachings, the patriarch¡¯s eyes flashed and he asked loudly.

    One person shouted: "It's Huhe! It's Huhe!" Other Shanyue warriors also shouted.

    The Patriarch laughed loudly and asked: "What reward should our alpha wolf deserve?"

    "He should be rewarded with the most beautiful meat from the sheep!" everyone shouted in unison.

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

    ¡°I declare that I will give Huhe Barut the identity of Huhe Barut during the big ceremony in three days!¡± The Patriarch looked around and said loudly.

    This Balut is the warrior of the four oil paints. This leap is from the middle level to the top level, which is not easy.

    Now there are only three Balut in the entire Tiangong tribe, and they have great power.  It can be said to be a great favor.

    "Patriarch, you are our wolf king, and I am your most loyal wolf. I am willing to always follow your footsteps! Tear apart the enemies in front!"

    Huhe quickly knelt down.  Said loudly.

    "Okay! Okay!" The patriarch personally helped Huhe up and gave him the golden dagger. "I'll give this to you!"

    The expression of the high priest on one side turned gloomy.

    Fang Ming pretended not to know and returned to the group of warriors, eating large pieces of meat and drinking heavily.

    "This divine right"?Has the conflict over royal power become this intense?  "In the past, Huhe was so confused that he didn't notice the undercurrent surging around him at all, but Fang Ming was different. He was experienced in human affairs, and he immediately smelled something strange from the actions of the patriarch and high priest.

    After the banquet, Huhe returned to his house.

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

    ????????????????? Even the bed on which I sleep is made of hay.

    "Huhe, Huhe! Are you there?" Fang Ming was about to take a rest when a shout came from outside.

    This voice is very familiar in Huhe¡¯s memory. It is his good brother Bayan.

    Since Fang Ming was pretending to be harmonious, he naturally couldn't be too cold towards his brothers and went out quickly.

    Under the moonlight, a big man with a simple face and a smile looked at Huhe: "Congratulations, my brother, the Patriarch has already said that he will promote you to Barut! I knew you were in heaven.  The eagle will not be bound by thorns" (To be continued)
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