Nine secrets to cover the sky

Chapter 126 The Qimen Clan

At this time, the clansmen who lived up and down came one after another, and a hundred people stood outside, pointing at the wooden house where the white linen cloth was floating around.

Fang Jie, who was surrounded by people, suddenly sat cross-legged.

The people around were discussing more intensely because of this action.

At the same time, Fang Jie's heart gradually calmed down, and he secretly began to activate the recovery power, and slow down the supernatural powers of Bing Ming Ge.

Immediately, the voices, expressions, and gestures of everyone around them became extremely slow.At the same time, Futong does not miss any details, completely captures the pronunciation and emotions of hundreds of people, and then conducts hundreds of analysis and statistics in an instant.

The onlookers pointed at Fang Jie and discussed their opinions, but they didn't know that these behaviors served as a teacher for Fang Jie.

What Fang Jie wanted to learn was naturally the language of this family.

According to his understanding, every language has its fixed pattern, as long as you master that pattern and learn a new language, it can be called colloquially.

The insight and judgment ability of a counselor happens to be an excellent tool.

Fang Jie observes each tribe, memorizes the pronunciation of each word and sentence, analyzes the expression and gestures accompanying the word, and then according to the expression and response of another tribe who heard this sentence, To carry out reverse reasoning, determine the meaning of the pronunciation of the series of sentences, and finally disassemble the complete meaning and compare it with other sentences to complete the imitation.

This series of processes is very complicated, but it is actually very simple.

Fang Jie has already found a way, and it only takes some time to master this language without anyone teaching him.

Time soon arrived three hours later.

The sky had already darkened, but Fang Jie had been sitting there, motionless.

The clansmen watching around ranged from a hundred to two or three hundred. At first they piled up more and more, but later, seeing this outsider not speaking or moving, they seemed to feel quite aggressive, so they began to slowly disperse again. Two to three hundred to a hundred, and finally a few neighbors who lived in nearby caves also returned to the cave.

During this period, Fang Jie's study has almost been completed, but because of the problem of pronunciation, which is very different from the language habits of the Central Plains, it is still difficult to accurately imitate.

So when the people around him dispersed and the sky turned dark, he completed the last and most important step in his heart, which was to "speak".

In this way, in the continuous progress, the night passed.

In the early morning of the next day, four or five women came together with the little boy. The women brought water and some washing things, while the little boy took a stalk of grass, patted Fang Jie who was still sitting cross-legged, and waited for Fang Jie to wake up. He opened his eyes and grinned first, then handed the grass in his hand to Fang Jie's mouth.

"What is this?" Fang Jie asked.

The little boy was stunned, and four or five busy women turned their heads in surprise.Because Fang Jie spoke words they could understand!
The little boy blinked hard and wondered, "Aren't you dumb?"

Fang Jie was taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed, secretly thinking that he didn't understand these languages, but he was treated as a dumb person, so he shook his head and said, "I'm not."

Hearing this, the little boy was at a loss, but four or five women reacted quickly and ran out in a swarm, probably to inform the old man yesterday.

Seeing them leave, Fang Jie's eyes fell on the grass that the little boy was holding, and asked again: "What is this?"

The little boy was distracted, looked at the grass in his hand, grinned and said, "Achnatherum splendens."

Fang Jie then asked: "What's the use?"

The little boy pointed to the Wanzhang Canyon where the white mist surged on one side: "Grandpa said that there is damp poison in this canyon. Most of our people have adapted to it long ago, so they are not afraid, but you who come from outside are afraid that it will be affected. Your health is not good, so let me bring you an Achnatherum splendens, like here, some newborn babies are sick, most of them are due to damp poison, just eat Achnatherum splendens and it will be fine."

Fang Jie nodded when he heard the words. Although with his current physical strength, it is impossible to be affected by these damp poisons, but at the same time, he can be sure that Achnatherum splendens has only benefits and no harm. In addition, as a guest, it is a respect for the locals to go to the country and do as the Romans do. So he finally took it, said "thank you", and ate it raw.

The little boy grinned silly.

Fang Jie asked, "What's your name?"

The little boy said, "Crow, what about you?"

Fang Jie replied, "My name is Fang Jie."

Crow frowned suddenly, scratched his head and muttered in a low voice: "Fang Jie? What a strange name."

Of course Fang Jie heard it, and while smiling wryly, he secretly said in his heart: "The guy named Crow is ashamed to say that other people's names are strange..."

The crow didn't struggle with the name for too long. He stood up quickly, grinned and said, "I'll call you Brother Fang Jie. Brother Fang Jie, tell me when grandpa asks me to come, let me be in Fang Jie After brother has finished eating Achnatherum splendens, take Fang Jie to meet him."

Fang Jie had just learned the language of this family, and he wanted to ask a lot of questions. At this time, the old man wanted to see him, which naturally suited him, so he also stood up and nodded.

Immediately, the two walked out of the wooden house and walked along the plank road.

On the way, many clansmen who passed by stopped to point and discuss with him.

Now Fang Jie can already understand what these people are, and they are generally "the clothes of this man who descended from the sky are strange", "the hair of this man who descended from the sky is so neat and beautiful", "what race is this man who descended from the sky", "What does this man who fell from the sky want to come to us?" and all kinds of meanings, regardless of curiosity, Fang Jie is most concerned about what these people call him-"The man who fell from the sky".

Soon, the crow brought Fang Jie to a cave and walked in.

Fang Jie saw that apart from the space dug out of the rock wall, other simple furniture and daily necessities were mostly made of stone and wood.

The guy I saw yesterday was sitting next to the burning fire in the corner. When he heard the sound, he turned around and waved to the two of them, Crow and Fang Jie.

The two came over immediately, Crow naturally sat next to the old man, picked up a stick to plan fire, and Fang Jie also sat down.

The old man asked: "So you can talk?"

Fang Jie replied: "I will say it."

The old man then asked: "Then what race are you from?"

Fang Jie looked at the crow who was also looking at him waiting for an answer, and couldn't bear to lie, so he replied sincerely: "To tell you the truth, I am from the Central Plains China."

Crow heard the words and looked at the old man in doubt, but the old man was also confused: "Which clan is the Central Plains Shenzhou?"

Fang Jie didn't expect that they didn't know the Central Plains Shenzhou, so he could only explain: "It's the Central Plains clan, far, far away from here."

The old man was obviously dissatisfied with the answer, and wanted to know very much, so he asked: "A place so far away, how far is it?"

Fang Jie thought for a while and replied, "About hundreds of thousands of miles."

The old man was taken aback: "So far?"

Fang node nodded: "Yes, it's that far away."

The old man couldn't accept it for a while, so he didn't ask any more specific questions, but looked down at the fire, wondering whether the hundreds of thousands of miles had already reached the ends of the earth.The crow didn't seem to have any idea of ​​the distance, and still couldn't figure out the problem, looking back and forth between the two of them.

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Fang Jie began to ask, "I don't know what race you belong to, senior?"

The old man's thoughts were interrupted, he raised his head and said with a smile: "We are the Qimen clan."

"Qimen Clan?" Fang Jie muttered the word, and he didn't seem to have heard it before, but he also knew that he knew very little about the Emperor's Hundred Clans, so he changed the question: "Then you Qimen Clan The place where you live is probably the part of Zhonghuang Mountain?"

The old man shook his head when he heard the words: "I don't know."

Fang Jie was taken aback: "I don't know?"

The old man said with some embarrassment: "Our family seldom leaves the Gangmu Cliff where we live, and the Qiushan generation who hunt nearby, don't know much about the outside world."

Fang Jie secretly thought that this was the case, and then went around the house, but found no books, so he realized that the Qimen clan was a very closed race, so he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I can't tell why, it seems that I have to find another way.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old man took the initiative to ask the question again, and said, "Did you come here from the sky?"

Fang node nodded: "Yes."

The old man asked with great interest: "Are you a certain race that controls space?"

Fang Jie shook his head: "No."

The old man immediately widened his eyes: "Then you are a race that knows how to set up a teleportation formation?"

Fang Jie shook his head again: "No."

The old man's expression froze immediately, and he asked puzzledly, "Then how did you fall from the sky?"

Fang Jie replied: "It is indeed teleported using the formation, but I don't know how to set up the teleportation formation. Someone else set it up and then sent me here."

The old man let out an "oh" when he heard the words, and then lowered his head, looking very disappointed: "I thought you, like us, knew formations, and it seems that the joy was in vain."

Fang Jie immediately remembered that although the strength of this Qimen clan is extremely poor, they all have the same "array" fate, so he asked: "Dare to ask seniors, why does everyone in your clan have the same fate? How did you do it?"

The old man was a little puzzled and said, "What is fate?"

Fang Jie smiled wryly and said, "It's the innate talent of setting formations, fast speed, and five elements."

The old man suddenly realized: "You are talking about 'God-given'." Then he looked at Fang Jie strangely and said: "Our people all have the same ancestors, they are all Qimen clan, how could it be possible to have different 'God-given'? "

Fang Jie was taken aback when he heard the words: "Senior, what you mean is that the Qimen clan has never intermarried with other races from the very beginning to now?"

The old man laughed: "Of course not, people with the same 'God-given' can also marry, but if people with different 'God-given' give birth to babies in private, it is a personal act, and the tribe will not hesitate." Drive them out and don't allow them to live in the tribe."

Fang Jie suddenly realized that it was because of intermarriage of different fates that the ancestors of the four wilderness tribes were now expelled from Zhonghuang Mountain, or that there have always been people from Zhonghuang's hundred clans for so many years because they did not abide by the traditions. Combined indiscriminately, and were continuously exiled to the four tribes of the wild, thus strengthening the four tribes of the wild?This made him a little speechless: "The other races in Zhonghuangshan, do each race have the same fate?"

The old man nodded, and then asked, "Isn't your place far, far away?"

It was only then that Fang Jie understood why the Hundred Clans of the Central Emperor were so powerful even though they were not many in number.

It turns out that each of the hundred clans of the Central Emperor has the same fate, and it has continued like that from ancient times to the present, so it has maintained the most direct inheritance from the ancestors and completely protected the purity of fate. The four parts are intermarried randomly, and the fate of each newborn is better if it is randomly generated.

Moreover, on the basis of having an absolutely complete and pure fate, each race has developed the fate of its own tribe to the extreme after tens of thousands of years of accumulation. It is definitely not the tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people in the Central Plains. The sect is said to be comparable to hundreds of thousands of years.

I am afraid that it is also the reason why the Hundred Clans of the Central Emperor became the most direct lineages of the ancestors of the four tribes of the Wilderness, and they took over the top five most capable races in the mainland.

(End of this chapter)