Rebirth of the willow tree, creating the strongest tribe in the ages

Chapter 40

"The sacrificial spirit of your village chief is also called Willow God?" Lin Zhuang and the others were a little stunned.

"Everyone calls it that, Lord Jiling didn't refute it, and acquiesced in this title." The broad-sword man nodded, his brows were full of curiosity, "What's the matter, brother, is there anything strange?"

"It's strange, but it's not surprising. It's just that the Lord Jiling in our village is also called Liushen, and he also acquiesced in our title." Lin Zhuang scratched his head habitually and said, the admiration in his tone was almost beyond words.

"Oh, there is such a coincidence?"

Just as the broad-sworded man was about to speak, an old man in a beast robe with gray hair and a slightly stooped figure walked quickly.

Although the old man was old and his blood was a little dry, his wise eyes were full of light, and he was obviously a man of great wisdom.

"The village chief is here." Seeing the old man, Shi Linhu, a man with broad swords, hurried up to greet him.

"Hi everyone, I'm Shi Yunfeng, the head of our village!" The old man rushed over like a tiger, first nodded at the broad-sworded man, and then introduced himself to Lin Zhuang and the others with a smile.

As early as when he entered the village, Shi Linhu sent someone to notify him.

"Lin Zhuang."

"Lin Chen."

"..."

Several people spoke again.

"Brother Lin Zhuang, did you just say that the sacrifice spirits in your village are also called Willow Gods?" After introducing Lin Zhuang and others into the main house, Shi Yunfeng asked again.

He was full of curiosity about the sacrificial spirit that Lin Zhuang was talking about.

In two different villages, the enshrinement is actually called Willow God?

You must know that in the vast wilderness, the word "one of gods" cannot be used indiscriminately. For ordinary villages, this word represents omnipotence, supremacy, and immortality.

Although God is just a title and does not represent anything in general, it cannot be used indiscriminately, otherwise it will cause unknown terror, and even the big clan may suffer from the disaster of genocide.

In the long history of ancient times, sacrifices to spirits have existed since ancient times. The ancestors believed that gods had always existed, so they would use a more complicated and elaborate ritual of sacrifice, but later discovered that it was just an extremely powerful creature.

But daring to be called a god represents extraordinary, they can fight against the ancient fierce beasts, push Kyushu horizontally with their hands, and wipe out several super powerful clans very easily, there are few opponents in the world.

The person in his village who dared to call him God of Willow was because of his extraordinary background, and he didn't seem to belong to this world.

Shi Yunfeng still remembers to this day that he was only a teenager at that time, it was late at night, there were lightning and thunder, heavy rain, fierce beasts like tides, the scene was extremely terrifying, as if the sky was about to collapse.

Willow God appeared at that time, bathed in the sea of ​​thunder that filled the sky, thousands of willow branches emitting fiery light, as if fighting something.

That battle was horrific. Even though the distance was not so many thousands of miles away, one could still feel the immortal shock in it. Just a little fallout of a random rune would be enough to destroy even an empire on earth.

finally.

The big willow tree was cut off and turned into a sacrificial spirit, and the original stubborn stone sacrificial spirit flew away, and it became what it is now.

But the sacrificial spirit in this brawny village in front of him dares to call him God of Willow?Aren't you afraid of attracting the attention of that hidden existence? !

"That's right!" Lin Zhuang's voice came, and he felt that it was a matter of course to address Mr. Liu Shen.

Shi Yunfeng pursed his lips, glanced at Lin Zhuang and others' extremely determined expressions, and did not continue to ask.

There are so many tribes and villages in the wilderness, scattered like a star, but not every villager knows the secrets, and there are even some priests who try to become ancient gods and follow the path of ancient gods. What serious consequences will it bring.

He accepted the words, in Shi Yunfeng's view, the sacrificial spirit in this group of people's village is probably the latter.

Having an ordinary background but wanting to ascend to heaven in one step and become a real god is completely different from the willow god in Shicun.

……

There are three heads in the sun, and the sun is at its strongest.

In the breeze, there is a trace of invisible heat wave.

The prepared meals were served in large pottery bowls, all of which were grilled wild beast meat, each color was golden, and the skin was crispy. It seemed that the taste buds were open.

In addition, there is also the sweet milk soup that makes Lin Xiaoba happy, and there is a faint white gas on it.

It's not hot air, but ice fog.

"This is the ancestral delicacy of our Shicun. It can be eaten in winter or summer. In winter, it is boiled and eaten. In summer, it is made and placed in a cellar tens of meters deep. It only takes two hours to become delicious and quench thirst. The cold milk soup, please try it quickly."

Shi Yunfeng greeted Lin Zhuang and others.

Lin Zhuang and the others were not polite, they raised their bowls and poured them into their mouths, not knowing what it means to chew slowly.

The same is true for Lin Xintong. The girls in the wilderness don't know what the word Wenya is, and they all eat meat and soup like the gentlemen.

"It's delicious!" After drinking seven or eight bowls in a row, Lin Zhuang and the others reluctantly put down the bowls and chopsticks in their hands.

It's not that they are full, it's just that they are almost finished drinking what was served.

After the soup was full, Tu Dequan got down from his seat, ready to go for a walk.

Take a walk after meals and live to 99, this is his philosophy of life.

At the corner of the village.

A little boy who looked no more than one or two years old caught his attention.

The other party seems to have just learned to walk, but he is extremely persistent in catching birds, his movements are slightly funny, and his buttocks are full of dust.

The appearance of the other party is not quite the same as that of other people in the stone village. The other people in the stone village are almost the same with bronze skin, obviously often exposed to the sun and the wind.

But the little guy in front of him is very white, tender and beautiful, with a pair of big eyes rolling around, revealing his essence, and babbling in his mouth, like a ceramic doll.

But this is not the point.

The point is that Tuwazi feels an indescribable feeling from this little boy, as if this little guy is not a descendant of human beings, but a cub of an ancient ferocious beast, and his every move contains inexplicable power .

"Big brother, who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

Xiao Budian patted the dirt on his buttocks, found Tu Dequan, and walked over humming.

"It's normal that you haven't met me. I'm from the next village, and my name is Tu Dequan. I'm a man with both ability and integrity, and I'm almighty.

I heard that the sweet milk soup you cook here is very delicious, so I came here as a guest. " Tuwazi said with a smile.

"It's delicious, and the village chief's grandpa makes the best one."

The little one was wobbling around, with an excited expression on his face, as if he was also a little greedy.

"However, the sweet milk boiled by the village chief's grandpa will add a lot of things, and it has a lot of stamina. Most people can't stand it." The little boy rubbed his fingers.

"Little boy, do you think I'm the same as everyone else?" The earth boy grinned, with his hands behind his back, feeling a little dissatisfied with being looked down upon by a kid.

But he didn't delve into the issue.

Those with a body of thick soil are young and mature. Although Tu Dequan's actual age is only eight years old, his mental age is fifteen or sixteen. He doesn't want to fuss too much with this little kid who is still drinking milk.

He just felt that this little kid was extraordinary, and there seemed to be majestic energy and potential hidden in his small body, just like a mighty day that was about to dawn, but Tu Dequan thought he was also extraordinary.

In addition, he had already drank the sweet milk soup, although it was delicious, he didn't feel the aftertaste.

(End of this chapter)