At noon the next day, a group of people arrived at Nine Peaks Mountain.
Ren Baqian alighted from the carriage. While instructing the guards to look for the luoweng horn, he raised his head and sized up the mountain range in front of him. The peaks overlapped each other, and he didn't know exactly how big it was. However, it looked extremely vast. The tall trees and dense primeval forest filled the area with a savage aura.
The nine tallest peaks in the distance seemed to reach the sky. Presumably, this was the origin of the name Nine Peaks Mountain.
Melodious bird cries could be heard from the forest, and from time to time, a few birds could be seen flying out of the forest.
"Teacher? What are we doing here? "Shi Gan approached Ren Baqian and asked. The other students got off their mounts and stretched their bodies.
Tong Lan stood on the back of the horned cow and looked into the distance. Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and she looked like a little fairy.
Unfortunately, she was a little fairy with short legs.
"You will know very soon," Ren Baqian turned his head and said.
The history books of later generations recorded that in the year 71 of Dayao's calendar, the great pioneer, scientist, and educator Ren Baqian brought 24 disciples with him to Nine Peaks Mountain and successfully developed well salt, solving the problem of salt consumption for the people of Dayao …
In Ren Baqian's mind, this should be the picture above.
However, in order to prevent himself from being slapped in the face, Ren Baqian felt that it was better not to say too much.
Very quickly, the luoweng horn was found. Just a few hundred meters away, there was a 1.5 meter tall wooden stake that was as thick as a bowl. At the top of the wooden stake, there was a curved horn that was two feet long. One end was thick while the other end was thin. The horn was brown in color, and there were red rings on it, dividing the horn into sections.
"This horn is good stuff." Shi Hu picked up the horn and caressed it.
"What do you mean?" Ren Baqian asked curiously.
"The luoweng horn has one ring every eight years, and there are 16 rings on this horn. This means that this luoweng has lived to at least 100 years old," Shi Hu said.
Ren Baqian nodded. It was similar to the annual rings of a tree.
Ren Baqian was already very surprised that Shi Hu could come up with a number of more than 100 in such a short time. Shi Hu was very talented in mathematics.
Following which, Shi Hu put the end of the horn into his mouth and blew hard.
The sound wasn't as deep and resounding as the horn. It was very sharp, and it went straight to the sky.
Ren Baqian covered his ears. The sound of this thing was really loud, and it was especially sharp as it drilled straight into his head.
After the bugle horn sounded for a long time, a long howl came from the distance. It was the sound of a human.
"It means that they heard it. They are coming down the mountain to pick up their friend," Shi Hu said to Ren Baqian.
"What if the enemy comes?" Ren Baqian asked curiously.
"If it's the enemy, they will play a different tune. There's a special technique to play this tune. Foreigners don't know how to play it, and the aboriginals won't do something like pretending to be friends," Shi Hu explained.
Ren Baqian had always felt that it was hard to fathom a person's heart. All was fair in war, and anything could happen.
However, such a thing rarely happened in the ancient race.
Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that most people were relatively simple-minded.
Of course, this was just a joke. In fact, the aboriginals had their own set of etiquette and rules of conduct that everyone had to abide by for many years.
Furthermore, the aboriginals were rather down-to-earth, so there were very few who would go against the rules.
This was also related to the fact that it was not easy for the aboriginals to live in the mountains. If their reputation was ruined, they would be ostracized by the surrounding villages. When they encountered difficulties, they wouldn't even have a helper and would gradually disappear into history.
After a long time, some rules had become ironclad, and everyone had to abide by them.
This was the case even after they left the mountain.
After waiting for more than an hour, another long howl came from the forest ahead. This time, it was much closer and was only a few hundred meters away.
"This is to confirm the identity of the person who is coming," Shi Hu explained.
Following which, he also let out a long howl.
After another quarter of an hour, the sound of plants swaying could be heard from the forest. Following which, two figures gradually emerged from the forest.
"Are you Her Majesty's men?" one of them shouted.
Both of them looked to be in their thirties or forties. Their upper bodies were covered with bronze-colored muscles, and they wore a necklace made of animal teeth on their necks. They also carried longbows on their backs.
"These are the principal of the Black Bamboo Academy, Sir Ren, and his disciples. I am a fourth-grade palace guard. This is my token." Shi Hu flashed a token in his hand.
The two of them walked out of the forest and didn't look at Shi Hu's token. Instead, they sized up the crowd.
"He's not an aboriginal?" one of the burly men pointed at Ren Baqian and asked.
"Sir Ren is the husband chosen by Her Majesty and the principal of the Black Bamboo Academy. Your village isn't far from Lan City, so you should have heard of him," Shi Hu replied.
"Oh, so it's him!" That man scratched his head. "I have heard them mention it before, but I didn't really believe it."
He then sized up Ren Baqian and shook his head. "Too skinny."
He was obviously puzzled as to why Her Majesty would choose such a weakling as her husband.
In fact, Ren Baqian was 1.75 meters tall and weighed almost 180 kilograms. Over the past few months, he had been practicing martial arts and taking beatings every day, and his body had bulged out.
On Earth, he would be considered a burly man.
However, in the eyes of these aboriginals, he was still too skinny like a woman and didn't conform to their aesthetic standards of men.
In the eyes of these men, who had arms that could run horses, Ren Baqian would only be considered normal.
"I have seen a girl named Na Gu in your village before." Ren Baqian thought for a long time before recalling the girl's name. "Back then, I said that I would pay you a visit."
"Is that so?" That burly man continued to scratch his head.
"What's your purpose for coming here?" another burly man looked around and asked. There were more than 70 people in this group. Other than Ren Baqian, the rest were aboriginals who wore leather armor and carried long swords on their backs.
In Dayao, those who could carry such long swords were either rich or officials.
For an ordinary person, a short sword could already be considered a family heirloom.
However, they didn't show much fear. Just like the aboriginals that Ren Baqian met on Mount Damo, they didn't fear the officials. They didn't even show much respect. It was as if they were looking at someone from another village.
Most of the people in the mountains were like this.
After all, decades ago, the late emperor also came from the mountains.
Only by coming into contact with more knowledge from the outside world in the city would they more or less show some respect.
"I heard that you have a black pool here. I want to take a look," Ren Baqian said.
"What's there to see about that poisonous pool …" the burly man muttered. Then, he said to everyone, "Follow me, but I can't bring that thing up."
He pointed to the carriage path.
"Just throw it at the foot of the mountain," Ren Baqian said nonchalantly.
Then, the burly man led everyone to the side and explained, "It's more convenient to come down from that path just now. It's easier to go up the mountain by another path."
After walking a few hundred meters to the side, the burly man went into the forest. Ren Baqian got someone to move the radio station, solar panels, and other things. Two people were left to look after the carriage.
Then, he began to walk into the woods one step at a time. The students behind him immediately jumped up and down like a group of monkeys when they entered the woods.
Tong Lan stepped on the tree trunk twice and climbed up a branch. Then, she gave Ren Baqian a performance of Mount Tai.
Tong Lan stepped on the tree trunk twice and climbed up the branch. Following which, she put on a show of Mount Tai, the mother of the apes.
"Come and chase me!" Tong Lan immediately scuttled to another tree, turned her head, and smiled at the students behind her.
She leaped forward and used one hand to prop herself up on the branch below her. Her whole body flipped in the air and landed on another tree. Then, she leaped again and didn't forget to make a face at Ren Baqian, who was moving forward step by step.
Ren Baqian looked up and saw her making a face. He conveniently picked up the camera hanging around his neck and watched as she got closer and closer to the tree trunk. He watched as she got closer and closer to the tree trunk …
"Boom!"
The tree trunk, which was so thick that two people would need to hug it, shook a leaf, and two unlucky snakes fell from the tree trunk.
"Oh!" Tong Lan slapped the tree trunk and landed on another branch. She covered her nose with one hand, and tears welled up in her eyes. She was trying her best not to cry.
She was a genius, so how could she cry?
Ren Baqian put down the camera with a satisfied look. He had captured another piece of her dark history.
After walking for about 100 meters in the forest, a small path appeared in front of them. It wasn't known if it was made by humans or beasts.
From time to time, the sound of small animals running away could be heard from the bushes at the side, which always attracted a few students to chase after them. After a while, they saw Du Laoliu returning with an animal that looked like a deer. Its big eyes were filled with tears, and it looked delicate and lovely.
Tong Lan immediately jumped down from the tree and exclaimed, "So cute!"
"It's quite cute." Ren Baqian nodded. "We will eat it tonight."
"Okay, okay!" Lin Qiaole, who was still sleepwalking, almost drooled when she heard about eating.
After walking for more than four hours, they walked out of the forest and saw a wooden fence in the distance as well as an open wooden gate.
Inside the wooden fence, they could see two tall turrets.
In front of them was a small stream. The clear and transparent water made everyone feel a little refreshed.
Many students excitedly ran over to wash their faces and drink the water when they saw the stream. After walking for so long in the forest and jumping up and down like monkeys for half a day, they were all thirsty.
"Ah!" Before they could get over their excitement, they saw a student swinging his hand and biting a fish that was slightly bigger than his finger.
"Finger-biting fish tastes good, but it's too small." The aboriginal who was leading the way looked at the small fish in the student's hand and laughed.
"Tastes good?" Ren Baqian touched his chin. He hadn't really eaten fish in Dayao.
"Is there a lot of fish? Are they easy to catch? "Ren Baqian asked.
"Quite a lot. If you want to catch them, put your finger in the stream, and they won't let go. When the harvest isn't good, the children in the village will also come here to catch them. "
Ren Baqian looked at the students around him and felt that he would soon be able to taste this fish that was said to taste good.
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