The rain washed over the earth.
With the arrival of the rainy season, the giant river overlords were migrating once a year.
In the river, in places that couldn't be seen, there were many aquatic creatures that were doing the same thing as the overlords of the river.
Compared to the bustling river, the Yanjiao tribe was much quieter. Except for some guards who were assigned to different places, most people stayed at home.
A worm came out of nowhere, moving its countless claws, and quickly crawled into the house.
Pa!
A wolf's claw slammed down on it, flattening the insect that was about to enter the house.
Caesar was lying in the house, almost filling up the hall. Its head was at the door, like a door god, slapping anything that tried to crawl into the house.
Old Ke stood in the stone crafting room, looking at the heavy rain outside the window with hope in his eyes.
Behind him, there were wooden boxes that had already been packed. In the corner of the house, there were some old stone boxes of different sizes, but they couldn't be taken away.
"Almost there, almost there …"
In the tribe, there were many people like Old Ke, who had already packed their things. Because of the limited space, there was a limit to what they could bring. If they wanted to bring more, they had to report it and get permission. Otherwise, they would just throw it away. If someone really didn't want to leave their things at home, they could just stay here with those things.
At the top of the mountain, Shao Xuan saw the Shaman standing by the fire pit, chanting something.
During this period, the Shaman would come here every day.
The Shaman said it was a ceremony, a farewell ceremony. When the rainy season ended, the tribe would leave this place where they had lived for nearly a thousand years. Naturally, they would take the fire with them.
The fire in the fire pit, whether it was raining, snowing, or windy, the fire was still the same, unaffected.
After today's ceremony, the Shaman turned around and left the fire pit, walking towards Shao Xuan.
"Xuan, what do you think will happen when Yanjiao returns to the old land?" the Shaman asked.
Shao Xuan thought for a while and said, "It won't be peaceful anymore."
"Yes, it's no longer peaceful." Shaman looked at the misty river in the distance. Although his tone was emotional, the determination in his eyes never wavered.
Ao didn't say anything. His face was filled with joy, and his clenched fists showed that he was still excited. He was the chief. In the future, even after he passed away, the descendants of the Yanjiao tribe would still remember him. This was an important turning point in the history of the tribe. Their names would be recorded in the animal skin rolls that would be passed down to future generations. This was a supreme honor.
After standing at the top of the mountain for a while, the Shaman, Shao Xuan and Ao returned to the stone house. In the house, the two team leaders and several other old men had already arrived.
"Alright, let's confirm our return plan again today." Ao spread out a piece of animal skin and said.
Every two days, this group of people would gather here. If they didn't come for a discussion, they would feel uncomfortable all over. As an important member, Shao Xuan was often called up. After all, he was the only one with sailing experience.
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When the rainy season finally ended, the people who had been silent for the entire rainy season became excited.
It was time to leave.
The people on the mountain carried large and small boxes down the mountain. Men and women, old and young, groups by groups, walked down the Path of Glory. Perhaps, this was the last time in their lives that they would walk down this road.
A child held his animal skin bag and followed his parents down the mountain. Halfway down the mountain, he looked back at the direction of his house. For some reason, he burst into tears.
A big rough hand put on the child's head and turned his head to the front. "Look at the road, don't look back."
"Okay."
At the foot of the mountain, Ge and a few others who were usually in charge of delivering food to the cave instructed the children in the cave to leave.
Chacha grabbed several boxes that Old Ke had tied up and flew to the boat on the other side of the artificial lake. Caesar carried Old Ke on his back and went to the other side of the lake with the others at the foot of the mountain.
Who would take which boat had been arranged long ago. Moreover, everyone had adapted to the boat for a period of time, so they did not immediately feel uncomfortable after getting on the boat.
Shao Xuan was asked by the Shaman to go up the mountain to help. The Shaman had the most things. Others could reduce the boxes, but not the Shaman. Even if the Shaman wanted to reduce the boxes, others would not agree. Those were all left by their ancestors.
The warriors who helped to move the boxes were all very careful as if they were fragile objects. Their faces were respectful and their bodies were stiff. They had to be cautious with every step they took.
After moving the boxes, Shao Xuan went to check on Old Ke's situation. After confirming that everything was fine, he went up the mountain.
Before going up the mountain, Shao Xuan went to the cave to take a look.
When he woke up that year, he was in this cave. In the blink of an eye, so much time had passed.
When he came to the stone room with the murals, Shao Xuan looked at the painting on the wall. His eyes stopped at the end of the painting. After thinking for a while, Shao Xuan used a stone knife to carve a few words in the blank space behind the painting: We went back to the old place.
After writing, he carved the word "Xuan" at the end of the sentence.
Standing up, Shao Xuan blocked the vent with stones and thatch, and then walked out.
A gust of wind blew, carrying with it the smell of fish that had not yet dispersed.
Shao Xuan looked at the stone wall near the entrance of the cave. There were still words carved on it when he had not awakened his totemic power. There were also some drawings made with charred branches.
In addition to Shao Xuan's drawings, there were also all kinds of traces left by the children who had lived here for nearly a thousand years. There were fish bones left after being eaten, tattered animal skins, and messy piles of thatch …
Walking out of the cave, Shao Xuan moved a big stone from not far away to block the entrance of the cave, and covered everything in the cave.
When he went up the mountain, he had finished moving everything, and there was nothing for him to do. However, the Shaman did not let him leave.
Not only Shao Xuan, but Chief Ao, the two team leaders, Mai and the other leaders of the hunting groups, and the old men who always participated in the meeting, also stayed.
The Shaman led them to the top of the mountain. When they came down, there was a small flame in the Shaman's hand. It was much smaller than the one in the fire pit, and looked like a small flame on a birthday candle. The Shaman held it carefully in his hand.
Chief Ao walked next to the Shaman. As the future successor of the Shaman, Gui Ze helped the Shaman hold the crutch, and stood slightly behind Ao on the other side. The others stood around to protect the Shaman.
Walking down the Path of Glory, there were two rows of warriors standing on both sides of the road. Among these people, no one was lower than an intermediate totem warrior.
When the Shaman passed by, the warriors standing there would kneel down and perform the highest salute of the tribe. After the Shaman left, they would stand up and follow him, all with red eyes.
Walking down the Path of Glory to the artificial lake where twenty-three boats were parked, the Shaman walked slowly, but no one complained. Those who had already boarded the boats were not impatient at all.
The biggest boat had already docked, and a wooden ladder was lowered from above.
On the boat, there was a small fire pit, which was only the size of a basin. After the Shaman brought the flame up, he put it in there.
When the Shaman was ready, Ao announced the departure.
Woo —
The bone horn sounded, and the people in charge of the boats immediately ordered the people to set sail.
They had received training. Although they were not as skilled as Shao Xuan in controlling the boat, they could do it.
The boats left the artificial lake one after another. The waterway gate between the lake and the river had been opened, and the boats sailed out of the waterway and came to the river.
Above.
"Well, now everyone should be careful. Be careful not to fall behind!" Ao roared.
The fleet went farther and farther, and the mountain where the tribe was located gradually became smaller in their vision. Everything that Shao Xuan had experienced before, this time everyone would experience it again.
Under the water, large and small piranhas were active. If one stood on the side of the boat and looked down, he could see many big fish that were longer than a person swimming by. Sometimes they would bump into the boat and make the boat shake.
As they sailed, Shao Xuan, who had been checking the situation on the boats, found that the farther the boats were from the central boat, the more likely they were to be disturbed by the fish.
At first, Shao Xuan did not understand and had various guesses. But when Shao Xuan suddenly had an idea and looked with his special vision, he found that the light emitted from the central boat touched the boats closest to it, and those boats were rarely hit by the fish.
Fire seed?!
Grabbing Chacha's eagle foot, Shao Xuan went from the boats in the outer circle to the central boat. He told the Shaman and the Chief about his discovery, but he did not mention his special ability.
"Because of the fire seed?" The Shaman thought for a while and his eyes lit up. "Yes, the fire seed can protect the tribe from other beasts and ferocious beasts. The same goes for the fish in the river. "
As he spoke, the Shaman chanted a spell. Just like during the ceremony, the fire seed expanded from a small flame to the whole fire pit. However, the temporary fire pit on the boat was much smaller.
"Let everyone come closer." The Shaman said to Ao.
Ao went out and told everyone what the Shaman said. The other boats moved closer, but they could not get too close. If they were too close, it would be easy to get into trouble.
Walking out of the cabin, Shao Xuan looked again. The light emitted from the central boat was much brighter and expanded outwards, just enough to cover the approaching boats.
Although the boats later were occasionally grazed by some overly curious big fish, the frequency was much less. It was much better than when Shao Xuan sailed alone.
Day by day, the fleet sailed smoothly. In order to make the best use of time, in addition to the sails, there were people on each boat who took turns to paddle. Although there was no Chacha pulling the boats this time, the speed of the boats was good. After determining the direction, they went straight in that direction. They tried to sail in a straight line, unless they encountered some floating dead fish or some dangerous factors. After all, if they could not reach the other side of the river before the water level dropped, all their previous efforts would be in vain. In that case, the Yanjiao tribe would really disappear from the stage of history.
At the same time, Shao Xuan had a strange feeling in his heart again.
This time, with the fire seed, protection, and more manpower, Shao Xuan had more free time. He used this free time to carefully observe the surrounding river, even the clouds in the sky, the moon, and the stars in the sky.
Shao Xuan suddenly had a guess in his heart.
Maybe, this river was not as big as he thought.
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