Shao Xuan knew that tribesmen would be very curious about things from other tribes. However, for someone like Xing, who always had a serious expression on his face, it was hard to believe that he would be so excited.
Xing's nostrils flared and his nostrils flared. His breathing became hurried, each breath heavier than the last. His old face was flushed red.
"This … this is …"
Xing carefully picked up the stone and examined it carefully. At his age, whether it was hunting or crafting stone tools, he had more experience than most people in the tribe. Naturally, he could tell that this stone had not been crafted for too long. Perhaps it was only a few years, or at most a dozen years.
However, if this stone was not left behind by the ancestors, then where did it come from?!
Thinking of how the shamaness rushed over, if it was just for a kid from the foot of the mountain, it really shouldn't be. Then, the shamaness's main purpose was naturally this stone.
Thinking of this, Xing no longer cared about the thirty spots, the opening of a new route, or the competition between the two sides. The only thing he wanted to know now was the origin of this stone!
The shamaness sat there, not as anxious as before. Although her breathing was still a little unstable, and the hand holding the walking stick was still trembling, her face had already returned to her usual calm and profound self.
"This, is the reason why I came." The shamaness said.
Just as Xing subconsciously leaned towards the shamaness, pricking up his ears to listen carefully, the shamaness said slowly with a slightly trembling voice, "Xuan, tell Lao Xing, how did you get this stone?"
Xing was stunned, his eyes widening as he looked at Shao Xuan. The shamaness's words had stunned him.
What, this stone was obtained by Xuan?! Where did he get it from?
No, this kid had disappeared for almost a year!
"You, hurry up and tell me!" In front of Shao Xuan, Xing's tone was not as pleasant. He couldn't control his impatience and his usual style of speaking made it sound like he was interrogating someone. His eyes were like two sharp knives, itching to stab you in the face.
However, Shao Xuan did not mind Xing's tone. With the shamaness here, Xing could not do anything to him.
"It's like this …"
Shao Xuan briefly explained the origins of the stone. Seeing how anxious Xing was, he skipped a lot of details and only emphasized how he obtained the stone.
"Hui … It's the Hui tribe!" Xing's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the Shaman and said, "You came here to confirm it, right?"
The Shaman nodded. "So, I hope you can take that thing out and let me have a look."
Taking in a deep breath, Xing carefully placed the stone in his hand back, as though he was dealing with a fragile object. Every single movement he made was done with extreme caution. He controlled his strength, fearing that he might accidentally break a corner of the stone.
If the members of the Xing Clan were to know that the usually resolute and domineering Xing had such a gentle attitude, their jaws would probably drop in shock.
Xing's room was about 20 square meters. Aside from a stone table, a few wooden chairs, and a bed, there was also an especially large stone vat with boxes of various sizes inside.
Half-kneeling on the ground, Xing opened the stone vat and reached out with both hands to take out a stone box. Just like before, he was also very careful. Every single movement seemed to have been carefully thought out.
Shao Xuan also noticed that when Xing looked at the stone box, his eyes were filled with reverence. His emotions were very passionate. His originally sharp gaze was now focused on the stone box, as though everything around him was nothing.
Carefully placing the stone box on the table, Xing opened it.
Shao Xuan stretched his neck to take a look. Inside, there was another box.
Between the big and small boxes, there were some wood shavings. Obviously, they were there to act as a buffer.
Xing took out the small box and carefully wiped away the wood shavings on the outside. His gentleness was completely different from the way he usually beat someone up.
He opened the lid.
Inside, there were also some wood shavings. In the middle, there was something wrapped in thick beast skin. Shao Xuan had hunted for so long, so he could naturally tell the quality of this beast skin. It was the beast skin of a high grade beast.
Generally, the beast skin of a high grade beast was very hard, but there were also soft parts. It was just that it was relatively rare.
High quality stone, special wood shavings, and this rare beast skin were all used to protect the thing inside. This made Shao Xuan even more curious as he stared at Xing's actions.
Xing carefully and attentively carried the item out of the bag. He opened the animal skin and the item inside was immediately presented to Shao Xuan's eyes.
Shao Xuan stared at the table. The thing that Xing and the shaman were eagerly looking at like an extremely precious treasure. He blinked, blinked again, and looked over again.
Shao Xuan didn't know what kind of expression he should show to express his current feelings. He only felt a group of phorusrhacos running over and over again in his heart.
Before this, based on the shaman and Xing's attitudes, and based on what they said, he deduced that Xing might have something from an external tribe, and that it was extremely precious. Hence, Shao Xuan thought that it was probably a rare treasure. For example, the ice blocks he saw in the mountains near Eagle Mountain, or the skin and silk of white worms, or fire crystals. Or even something more rugged, like a part of a high grade beast, which the tribesmen loved to treasure.
But he didn't expect to see something so … unexpected.
The thing that Xing was carefully treating was a clay pot, and it was a coloured pottery.
There were some drawings on the pot, and the style was similar to the drawings on the stone he brought back. Every stroke was curled like a whirlpool.
Seeing Shao Xuan staring blankly at the pot on the table, Xing couldn't help but smile.
"You've never seen it before, right?" Xing smiled proudly.
Shao Xuan: "…"
"Dumbfounded!" Xing continued to smile proudly.
Shao Xuan: "…"
"This is a treasure passed down from my ancestors. It comes from an external tribe, and it's not made of stone!" Xing felt that Shao Xuan, this kid from the foot of the mountain, was ignorant. He probably didn't know how precious this pot was, because until now, the tribe had never successfully made a single piece of pottery. Even if they had the animal skin scroll passed down from their ancestors, they had never succeeded.
Later on, the items left behind from thousands of years ago naturally became priceless treasures of the tribe. They carried too many unspeakable secrets of the tribe, and the families who kept these pots naturally developed a sense of superiority.
Although these pots were very fragile, and although they didn't bring much strength to the totemic warriors, even if others took out the most powerful beast, they wouldn't trade it away!
"Like that family, they also have a treasure passed down from their ancestors. It's also a pot, but it's a pity that their pot doesn't have any drawings on it. It's very ugly, and when it's placed next to mine, it's like the difference between a weak herbivore and a fierce carnivore!" Xing continued.
In the hearts of the tribesmen, those weak and herbivorous animals were all cowards, and they looked down on them. However, those ferocious and bloodthirsty carnivorous beasts were different. They were the strong, the true strong of the forest. They would always look up to the strong.
Shao Xuan: "…" This old man was so proud that his tail was wagging! No matter how serious he was, he couldn't hide the smug smile on his old face, making people want to punch him.
No wonder when he listened to the gossip of the tribe's upper echelons, he always heard Xing arguing with the other old men. Other than the way they did things, it was probably because of this pot. This was a sense of superiority.
Shao Xuan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. This was probably the difference between non-indigenous people and indigenous people.
Shao Xuan observed the pot. The drawings on the pot had a natural element to them. Those simple lines were like clouds and wind. Other than that, there was also a human face, but every stroke was drawn with swirling lines, giving it a sense of exaggeration. The painter consciously changed the patterns of the human face. The colors of the lines were red, brown and brown, and decorated the pot in a painting style.
To the tribesmen, this wasn't just a form of beauty. More importantly, these drawings also contained the totem images of the tribe's witchcraft rituals, giving people a sense of wonder. This was also the symbol of the tribe. Looking at the drawings with this style, one would know which tribe it was produced by.
Just now, Xing had said that this was produced by the 'Hui' tribe. Then, back then, did the ancestors of the tribe have any relations with the 'Hui' tribe?
The shamaness looked at Xing, who was talking non-stop, and shook her head with a bitter smile. Whenever they talked about the pot, Xing would always be like this, completely different from his usual self.
After talking for a while, seeing that the other two didn't respond, Xing thought of the stone Shao Xuan took out and shut his mouth. Then, thinking of the patterns on the stone, Xing carefully picked up the pot and let Shao Xuan and the shamaness see the patterns on the bottom of the pot. It was exactly the same as the pattern on the stone.
"This should be the 'Hui' tribe." Xing said. In the past, he had always thought that the other tribes that the ancestors talked about were too far away from the tribe, so far that it would be hard to meet one even in thousands of years. Other than the old objects left behind by the ancestors, there were no other new things from the other tribes.
He didn't expect to see one today. Didn't this mean that in his lifetime, he would be able to see things from other tribes like the 'Hui' tribe, or people?
Thinking about it, Xing couldn't help but feel excited. He looked at the shamaness fervently, wanting to get a definite answer from her. At least, he had some hope. The shamaness was the wisest person in the tribe. If there was anyone who could solve this big problem, other than the shamaness, Xing couldn't think of anyone else.
"I have an idea." The shamaness told Xing about her idea of flying out of the tribe through the Chacha.
Listening to the shamaness seriously, Xing couldn't help but nod. "That's right, there are indeed many obstacles in the forest. If we could fly over, that would be great."
Shao Xuan listened to the discussion between the shamaness and Xing and interrupted. "Actually, we can try to fly over from that big river."
The two who were thinking about how to fly over the mountains and swamps looked at Shao Xuan at the same time.
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