When Pan Geng moved to Yin, I initiated Jian Shang

Chapter 14: Qu Yuannian divided the three realms

Xin Qu followed Wu Xiaoye to the altar. This is a high platform. No one would stay casually on weekdays. It would only be activated during major festivals, such as spring plowing, autumn harvest, conquests, and changes in power.

But this year, the old witch and the clan leader were taken away before they even had time to offer sacrifices at the altar.

This was essentially too hasty, so Xinqu had doubts about the possibility of the patriarch and the others coming back, so he had to speed up his operations.

While he still had to hold his own "enthronement" ceremony, Xin Qu began to use his killer move!

As soon as Xin Qu and Wu Xiaoye appeared, many people began to ask Wu Xiaoye questions, especially about faith.

But Wu Xiaoye didn't answer, and Xin Qu also deliberately slowed down to make room.

"Chirp."

Xinqu saw his younger brother and quickly sent the code that the brothers usually communicated with.

Ax was startled when he heard the sound, and saw that it was Xinqu giving him a sign, and then followed him to the drum behind the altar.

"What's wrong?" Ax asked strangely.

Xinqu touched the animal skin satchel he carried with him and placed a bamboo tube covered with oilcloth in his hand.

"This...isn't this the thing you blew up half the house last time?"

As soon as he saw the axe, his face suddenly changed with fright, and he quickly stuffed it back into Xinqu's hands.

"Take it, I have something for you to do." Xin Qu looked serious, "This is not the thing last time, it is just a fireworks tube, not very powerful. Next, your brother and I can safely establish our prestige, Xin Qu Whether you can find a bright road depends on you."

"..."

Ax looked at Xin Qu dumbfounded.

Xin Qu introduced it seriously: "When I saw this, I just dug it into the mound of soil. This is a Huozhezi. It took me half a month to go up the mountain and search for materials before I made it. You know how to use it."

"I..." Ax looked at the two things in his hand, "Who do you want to kill?"

"Don't kill anyone, stick it straight into the ground, and then light the fire the moment the tribal drums stop." Xin Qu explained, "Run back immediately after lighting it."

"I know." Ax didn't know what his brother wanted to do, but because of the mutual support over the years, he still obeyed the order.

"Go away quickly. Stay away from people. If anyone asks, just say you have a stomachache."

"it is good."

The ax responded and left quickly, while Xinqu turned around calmly.

Although he is a college student, he is a crisis-conscious person.

Never fight an unprepared battle.

In order not to be sacrificed at the critical moment, he even rubbed black powder on his hands just in case.

In the past six months, he first collected one pound of sulfur blocks, two pounds of saltpeter, and three pounds of charcoal through trading.

Then break it up bit by bit.

Finally, I kept experimenting with the ratio and finally adjusted a relatively suitable combustion ratio.

I sorted out three ounces of black powder.

That tube of fireworks now uses up all my inventory. If I can't burst out gorgeous fireworks later, I will cry to death.

After all, fireworks are crucial to your plan, and playing tricks is very useful.

It is easy to subdue the current Youxin clan members. The power of religion is enough to solve the problem.

In essence, witchcraft is also a religion, but it is too superficial.

If he wants to seize the emperor's market, he needs a more powerful miracle.

Therefore, artificially created fireworks can still achieve the same effect.

Xin Qu walked to the first place under the altar.

"Qu." Standing next to him, A Qi, who was very well dressed and washed, greeted him.

Aqi's tall pheasant colorful feather crown explains all his pride.

Not only him, there was a tribesman next to him, who was two meters tall. The right half of his arm was twisted, and the bones seemed to have shattered and grown again.There were two silver masks hanging around his neck, two human skulls on his shoulders, and a tiger skin covering his body.

That’s right, it’s tiger skin!

Big stocks!
Before he was injured, he was the most capable man in the entire tribe.

After he was injured, he was still among the top three men in the tribe.

That's right, they are the top three, the younger generation, except for Bing Jia and Shi Wu, no one is his opponent if they are fighting for their lives.

Xinqu’s conclusion to him was, what’s the point of giving you a dominant hand?The left hand will still kill you!
Now he is still in the hunting team, hunting medium and large beasts with a javelin.

Sensing Xin Qu's gaze, Chu Dagu frowned and looked at Xin Qu's outfit: "Where are your feathers?"

Xin Qu smiled: "The weak have no crown, the middle has a crown, and the strong has a crown from heaven."

Shu Dagu curled his lips and was too lazy to talk to Xin Qu. Although this guy was not as strong as Bing Jia and Shi Wu, he was the person in the tribe that made him uncomfortable the most.

Because Xinqu knows how to trade and seems to understand people’s hearts best.

He is now in the hunting team and doing well, but hunting cannot support his family after all. During the spring famine at the beginning of the year, his youngest son starved to death.

Therefore, he also benefited from this land division. The rules formulated by Xinqu were very fair.

But he still couldn't stand the idea advocated by Xin Qu that those who are good at fighting have no great achievements.

WTF?If you don't have great achievements, the enemy won't kill you?

Shu Dagu believes in fists, and those with big fists are strong.

As for the clan leader and the others, as long as their fists are big enough and they don't go too far, the clan leader can give in.

this is the truth.

If he hadn't lost one of his hands now and the younger generation had two capable fighters, he would still be a thorn in the side.

"Don't provoke him." Aqi shook his head at Xinqu. Shu Dagu had become a lot more withdrawn since he injured his hand, but he was still difficult to deal with.

"Don't worry." Xin Qu smiled and stepped onto the altar.

Holding the patriarch's authority and mask in his arms, he walked up.

Wu Xiaoye began to pray and at the same time began to order people to bring the sacrifices.

But when the sacrifices came, the tribesmen were a little surprised.

Xin Qu’s sacrifices were actually fish, sheep, and pigs!

Not having sex with a slave?
"Dong...dong dong——"

The drums began to thunder. In the woods, Ax saw Xin Qu worshiping the emperor. He quickly turned around and ran to Banpo, making early preparations and waiting quietly.

Xin Qu stood in front of the fire, and Wu Xiaoye began to dance.

Various strange and strange biological sounds came from the sound. Xin Qu was serious and pious, but he actually felt it was quite noisy.

Suddenly, Wu Xiaoye stopped dancing, raised his head to the sky, shook his head, and made a strange sound: "Ah - bring the sacrifice!"

The tribesmen began to get busy, and Wu Yi and the others even pulled up a large number of slaves.

At this moment, Wu Xiaoye lowered his head, raised his sleeves, and used a polished bronze mirror to refract the firelight and scan the face of the slave who was being pushed up in front of him.

Xinqu heard the surprised voices of the tribesmen and threw a small bamboo tube of saltpeter powder hidden in his hand into the fire.

Within a moment, the bonfire suddenly burst into flames, and the flames shot up. Xin Qu took half a step back, dodging the flame attack.

"Emperor! Don't be angry!"

Wu Xiaoye suddenly turned around and quickly knelt on the ground, and the clansmen all followed suit.

But the drums were still thundering, and they didn't dare to stop without saying anything!

At this time, only Xinqu stood and turned around.

(End of this chapter)