Old He said that the roots of the Yanjiao tribe were still in the old land, and the veins of the fire were still there. The fire must be ignited in the old land. Shao Xuan really didn't know this. Maybe the Shaman knew, but didn't say it.
No wonder those ancestors wanted to go back to the old land, and there was such a reason.
For the tribesmen who were wandering outside, and for the tribe to prosper again, the return of the tribe was really necessary. Many people were waiting to welcome a new life.
The travel team would not stay in the Feng tribe for a long time. After all, they were just passing by and used it as a place to rest before reaching the central region. After a good rest and enough preparation, the leaders called the people in the team and prepared to set off.
Shao Xuan left some things for Old He's family, and exchanged some cattle and sheep for them. Old He didn't take the water moon stone. There were two old people and one young in his family, and they had no fighting power. If other wanderers were jealous and wanted to kill them, it would not be worthwhile. Fortunately, Gua Er had promised to take care of them, so Old He's family would not be too difficult.
Even if it was difficult, Old He didn't care, because there was hope. Maybe, in a few years, he could take his family and wanderers living in other places back to the tribe. What a blessing to be able to return in his lifetime!
After saying goodbye to Old He, Shao Xuan and the travel team left the Feng tribe.
Not long after the traveling team left, Gua Er's father came back from his patrol. After entering the house, he wanted to ask Gua Er what he had done with the wood that he had dragged back. If he hadn't dealt with it, he would have chopped it into firewood.
Opening the leather curtain, he stepped into the house. However, when his eyes met an object somewhere in the house, his scalp tightened, and his hand quickly pulled out the knife on his waist.
However, before he took the next step, a figure rushed out, and let out a heart-wrenching cry.
"Father —"
Gua Er held his father's leg tightly, "Father, we have so much firewood. Don't cut my wood carving!"
"Wood carving?" Gua Er's father was stunned, and looked over there carefully again, "It's true."
No wonder he felt a little strange. It was just a wood carving. However, it was really not easy to carve a wooden sculpture like this. When he first saw it, he thought that he had encountered some wild beast from the forest.
"Where did this wood carving come from?" Gua Er's father put away his knife and walked over. He looked at the wood carving in front of him with great interest.
"Didn't I tell you? It's a piece of wood I dragged back. I asked that traveler called Shao Xuan to carve it." Gua Er told his father about the matter and also mentioned that he had promised to take care of Old He's family. After that, he was a little worried. He lowered his head and quickly raised his eyelids to look at his father for fear of being beaten.
Unexpectedly, Gua Er's father was silent for a while and then said, "Just do what you promised."
Shao Xuan, who had already left the Feng tribe, didn't know the conversation between Gua Er and his father. He and the others continued to walk along another river. The upper reaches of this river were deep in the grassland, and the lower reaches would converge with another tributary. The combined river would flow through some places in the central region.
This time, they didn't have a raft, so they had to walk.
Just like what those travellers had said, after several days of continuous travel, the destination was close.
"If we go a little further, we will be in the central region."
"Tell the people in the team to pay attention. In front of us is the territory of two big tribes in the central region. Don't provoke them." Some experienced travellers warned the newcomers.
Tribes that could establish themselves in the central region, no matter how big or small, always had their uniqueness. Some ordinary small tribes couldn't compare with them. Generally speaking, these tribes in the central region wouldn't take the initiative to attack travellers' teams.
When they arrived here, they would meet many travellers from different places. However, now they wouldn't greet each other so peacefully. They were all on guard against each other.
When they passed by a hilly area, several travellers next to them said to Shao Xuan, "Look over there."
Next to the travellers' team was a continuous low hill area. On these hills, there was a group of mountain rock paintings with tribal characteristics.
The painting on the rock paintings wasn't very detailed, and it didn't look like a human. However, there was a face that belonged to a human.
On the huge independent rectangular rock in front of Shao Xuan, there was such a painting. On the top was a human face with a round face and a wide mouth. What was strange was that under the face, the body part looked similar to that of an ordinary person, but there were two more pairs of hands.
The painting style was rough and exaggerated. It was like a person with a strange body proportion with six hands standing there. His mouth was wide open, and his six hands were spread out. His two legs were also spread out at a certain angle. It looked like a spider with a human face.
The person in the painting looked at the passersby passing by. Behind him, on other parts of the rock, there were some crisscrossing lines. It didn't look like they were randomly chiseled. Instead, they were drawn in a regular pattern with a purpose.
"What is this?" Yu asked the experienced travellers next to him, wanting to get a more precise answer from them.
As for Shao Xuan, when he saw this painting, he already knew who it was.
The "Eight Limbs" tribe had been painted and recorded on the ancestor's animal skin roll and the stone wall of the cave.
In the cave near the mountain foot area, when Shao Xuan saw the painting on the stone wall for the first time, he thought it was a spider. Later, when he read more animal skin rolls, he knew that it wasn't a spider, but an eight-limbed weirdo like a spider.
There were some huge black rocks next to it, which were also carved with various faces and eight-limbed weirdos.
Look, it was indeed a big tribe in the central area. They had started to draw boundaries and set up boundary markers so far away, as if they were afraid that others didn't know it was the Eight Limbs tribe. As far as the eye could see, there was a group of mountain rock paintings, all of which were very characteristic of the Eight Limbs tribe. People who passed by here, even if they didn't have good memories, would be engraved in their minds by the long group of mountain rock paintings. It was hard to forget.
The man next to him said, "We haven't really entered the territory of the Eight Limbs tribe. The place we are going is between the Eight Limbs tribe and the Mang tribe."
"Jade in the Mang Forest and Silk Clothes of the Eight Limbs, are these two tribes?!" Yu had long heard from some travellers about these two strong tribes in the central area and the products produced by these two tribes. However, he had never seen the jade of the Mang tribe, nor the clothes made of silk in the legend.
Jade in the Mang Forest and Silk Clothes of the Eight Limbs tribe were famous products of these two tribes. Both the jade in the Mang Forest and the silk clothes produced by the Eight Limbs tribe were very expensive. Generally speaking, for small tribes from remote areas, they wouldn't exchange these two products, because it was unnecessary. Linen had already made many people flinch. If there was a more expensive silk clothes, even if they brought it back, they would just put it aside.
In short, their consumption level hadn't reached that high, so they couldn't appreciate it. For people who paid more attention to practical use, it was even more useless.
"In addition to the rock paintings of the Eight Limbs tribe, there are also the marks of the Mang tribe nearby. Look, there is the totem mark of the Mang tribe in front. "The traveller next to him pointed out to Shao Xuan and Yu.
There was a bamboo forest over there. It wasn't very tall, but it was very thick and looked very sturdy. Those leaves could even wrap Shao Xuan's hand.
Almost every thick bamboo was engraved with pictures, which looked like the totem patterns of the Mang tribe. Other than that, there were also some things that looked like wind chimes hanging on the bamboo. The strings of bamboo collided with each other with the wind, making sounds of different pitches. It was very pleasant to the ears.
Under normal circumstances, many people would go over to chop the bamboos, or take away those bamboo-wood wind chimes that could play music. But in fact, very few people would touch those things, just like most people didn't dare to cut the rock paintings on the hills of the Eight Limbs tribe. That was the symbol of the two tribes. Whoever touched it would be a provocation to the two tribes.
The members of the travel team would not commit such a suicidal act. It was precisely because of this that before they came, they had repeatedly warned the people who were traveling for the first time not to offend those powerhouses without knowing the situation.
Because travelers often passed by this place, a very obvious path had been opened up. On the left side of this road, there was a long row of rock paintings of the hills. The eight-limbed people of the Eight Limbs tribe were in the shape of Vajra glaring at the passers-by, which brought a lot of psychological pressure to every traveller, and made them more afraid of the Eight Limbs tribe. Strong people were strong, even their paintings were so powerful.
On the other side of the road, there was a completely different style of bamboo paintings and wind chimes. The refreshing style did not make everyone feel relaxed. Instead, every time there was a knock on the bamboo, everyone's heart tightened. It was as if there were pairs of eyes staring at them from the bamboo forest. It was like a death sentence, causing the group to unconsciously speed up, not to mention touching the bamboo and wind chimes.
This was the demonstration of the strong. In their own way, they let the passers-by remember their strength, not just the jade stones and silk clothes.
After they passed that section, there were no more rock paintings of the hills, and the knock of the bamboos gradually faded away. Only then did they let out a sigh of relief. Their nervous mood also gradually calmed down.
"Further ahead, there will be a valley. It's a very good place for trading. And because it's very close to the Mang tribe and the Eight Limbs tribe, no one dares to make trouble there." A traveller in front said.
Soon, Shao Xuan saw the trading place. It was like a small market, with some wooden and bamboo houses scattered around. There were also many travellers from different places, or people from nearby tribes trading here. Because there were two "big mountains" behind them, they sometimes had to offer some gifts to the people of the two tribes.
Entering this market, Shao Xuan felt that it became lively all of a sudden. Some people put their goods on the ground, and at the bottom, there was a layer of grass curtain or animal skin. And some people set up a simple shelf, and put their goods on it.
It was a very simple market, but it was the biggest and busiest trading place that Shao Xuan had seen since he came to this world.
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