Ma Dengyuan shook his head fiercely and said, "Since he came here, I will do it. That demon, since he did not hurt you and me, sent me to wait for a while, I think there is no malice in it. Maybe it's just a joke..."

But he didn't even believe this.

Then he slapped his head: "Brother Xu Gaotang, isn't it in Busan City? Let's go and deliver the letter first..."

Yan'er nodded quickly. The county town has strict rules and can give him a sense of security that is extremely satisfying, so it is best to enter the city as soon as possible.

Ma Dengyuan was about to leave, and he cried again, "Yan'er, hurry up and get the pen and ink!"

Yan'er was puzzled and couldn't help asking: "Young Master, what else do you want to write ink now?"

"How could I not record my adventure last night and leave it alone to leave my descendants..." Ma Dengyuan said naturally.

"This young man is helpless..." Yan'er stroked her forehead with her hands and rolled her eyes...

Fang Ming naturally didn't know that the actions of the pair of lively treasures behind him had already penetrated into the boundaries of the mountains.

At this moment, a scene was just around the corner.

A group of wild tribes, with their upper bodies naked, exposed their dark chests, and only a pair of indigo tight pants under them, rushing around in a village in groups.

From time to time, villagers ran away in panic, and shouted, "Mountains are everywhere, mountains are everywhere!"

Puff! The bone arrow penetrated the sky and shot into the man's chest. The villagers ran a few more steps before they fell to the ground.

Shan Yue, who was in charge, had a few paints of oil on his face, and the red and green were very strange, whistling, urging him to go down the mountain to move forward.

I saw that I went downstairs and rushed into the farmers from time to time. With a few screams, I came out with rice bags, occasionally carrying iron pots, basins and other items.

Fang Ming knew that these mountain Yues can only be regarded as the bottom layer of the mountain Yues of the two mansions.

With a population of more than 100,000, the mountain-village population is definitely not supported by the supplies in the mountains. Only by going down the mountains and occupying the plains to cultivate can it grow and grow.

The same is true for Wuyi and Changle's mountain peaks, only a few of them are still squatting in the mountains, while other mountain peaks go out to snatch the plains to farm and obtain harvests. Only then can the population be reproduced to more than 10,000 people.

But in the Shanyue, the social system is primitive and the production technology is backward. Even if there is fertile land, the harvest is still somewhat insufficient to the needs of the entire population. At this time, you still need to go out to plunder to meet the needs.

At the same time, other resources can also be plundered.

The most important point is to snatch the living person and go back to the blood sacrifice!

Fang Ming saw that at this time, Shanyue collected the food and supplies on the truck and prepared to escort it, but did not stop. Instead, he took out a rope and tied up the captured people and prepared to take them away. Among them, most of them were young people and very few in eighties.

"It just so happens that these Shanyue are well organized and seem to be not from small tribes. You can find out the truth!" Fang Ming thought about it, and chose the leader of Shanyue just now, using his possessed magical power!

The leader of Shanyue felt dizzy and was completely unconscious, and Fang Ming took away his consciousness!

While digesting the memory of the leader of Shanyue, Fang Ming issued an order to ask his subordinates to collect the supplies and return home.

"Well! This leader is from the Shanyuetian Bow Division, with tens of thousands of people. It is a large tribe! Is it called Huhe?"

How powerful is the god's thinking? In just a moment, Fang Ming knew all these memories from childhood to adulthood, and even relatives could not recognize them.

From Huhe's memory, Fang Ming knew that the Tiangong tribe was also a first-class force in Shanyue, and also offered a totem to protect the tribe and avoid being disturbed by wandering souls.

Among the Heavenly Bow Division, the highest status is the Patriarch and the High Priest.

Next, there are warrior leaders at all levels, divided by the colors on their faces. From the lowest bar to the highest five colors, called "Beirut", they are the warrior leaders with a very high status, only under the patriarch and the high priest, and have the privilege to eat the best food and sleep the most beautiful woman.

Now Huhe has three oil paints on his face, which is considered a middle-level man, and he is in charge of the Bailai Shanyue Warriors.

Today, it was his turn to hunt. This robbery of food and killing the people was, in Shanyue's view, hunting!

"It's really a wild tribe! I can't understand the teachings!" Fang Ming shook his head secretly. On the surface, the brave Huhe Warrior was still urging his men to rush their way.

During the mountain trip, they were talking and laughing, and occasionally they came forward to catch a few people for fun. When it was dark, they had returned to Shanyue's base camp.

The more he left, the heavier Fang Ming's heart became. "These mountain and mountain are fierce, brave and fierce. Just talking about bravery, everyone is above the soldiers of Xin'an. It is not easy to deal with it!"

It is said to be the base camp of the Tiangong tribe, but in Fang Ming's view, it is a huge camp.

The Shanyue people have not yet reached the point of building a city, but they have a bit of atmosphere.

When the guard posts in the camp saw Fang Ming and his party cheered: "Huhe Warriors are back! Huhe Warriors are back!"

Fang Ming laughed and waved his hand to signal, and soon someone went to report it. Soon, the camp gate opened with a "clang" sound.

Fang Ming waved his hand and went down the mountain to the warriors, escorting the people and supplies through the gates one by one.

Fang Ming finally entered, looked at a guard, and asked, "Where is the Patriarch and the High Priest? I want to see them!"

"The Patriarch and the High Priest were both in the tent, saying that the Huhe warriors would go to see them as soon as they came!" The guard only had a touch of oil on his face, and he was the lowest-class warrior. He naturally did not dare to neglect Huhe, so he quickly said.

"Okay! I'll go now!" Fang Ming said, and went straight to the center of the camp. Here, a tent was built with cloth and decorated with various oil paints. There were many feathers on all sides, which were bright and dazzling.

This is the Patriarch's tent.

Although Shanyue went down the mountain and learned to farm, the pastor could not change his former habits and would move from time to time, which was also intended to suppress all regions and plunder resources.

Fang Ming opened the tent and went in, and saw a group of mountains and crossings, all sitting on the ground. In the middle, there was a roasted lamb, emitting the aroma of oil!

There were two in the middle, sitting alone, around one person, there were several Shanyue maids, with beautiful hair falling down vertically, black and shiny without any restraint, wearing brilliant foreign service, which was quite unique.

This person is already middle-aged, and there is a carpet underneath, which is obviously different from the people around him.

Looking at Fang Ming, he laughed and said, "Huhe, my child, you are back, how is the harvest today?"

Huhe knelt down on one knee and reported, "Patriarch, you are the eagle in the sky, your will is my mission. Today I not only received a few trucks of food, but also killed a lot of white pigs, which is enough for sacrifices!"

Before the Patriarch could speak, the person on the side spoke first: "Huhe! You are the warrior who blessed our great giant tree totem. I knew that you would not disappoint the totem of our army..."

This is the high priest of the Tiangong tribe. He looks like an old man, with tight and wrinkled skin and a very short figure, but his eyes are extremely bright and can almost shine through the darkness.

Huhe saluted to the high priest: "Dear High priest, if you do not have your guidance, I am like a lost lamb, and I cannot find the direction. This time, thanks to your pointing out the path, I can get so much!"

The old man smiled like a chrysanthemum on his face, "Haha... these are all guidance for totems! My child, don't be afraid of being confused, remember that the great giant tree totem is right next to you..."

This white pig is an ordinary young people. The effect of sacrificing evil ghosts is naturally much better than that of the elderly.

The high priest also had strange fluctuations on his body. He was not a mortal. Fang Ming carefully restrained his own aura. His cultivation was far higher than that of the high priest, so he did not notice it.

"Come on! Warriors, no matter how powerful the tigers in the mountains are, they can't beat the wolves. What is our bravest wolf today?"

Seeing the high priest teaching the way, the Patriarch flashed in his eyes and asked loudly.

One person shouted: "It's Huhe! It's Huhe!" Other Shanyue warriors also shouted.

The Patriarch laughed and asked, "What reward should our head wolf have!"

"He should be rewarded with the most beautiful meat on his sheep!" everyone shouted in unison.

"Yes, that's it!" The Patriarch stepped forward, and his subordinates presented a golden dagger. The Patriarch took it, cut a large piece of mutton, presented it on a golden plate, and gave it to Huhe.

"I announce that I will grant Huhe Balut the identity of the great sacrifice three days later!" The Patriarch looked around and said loudly.

This Barut is a warrior of four oil-colored colors. This leap is from the middle level to the top level, which is quite difficult.

Now there are only three Baruts in the entire Tiangong Tribe, and they have great power. It can be said that they are a great kindness.

"Patriarch, you are our wolf king. I am the most loyal wolf under your command. I am willing to always follow your footsteps! Tear the enemies ahead!"

Huhe quickly knelt down and said loudly.

"Okay! OK!" The head of the Patriarch personally helped Hu He up and gave him the golden dagger, "I'll give this thing to you!"

The high priest on one side had a gloomy face.

Fang Ming pretended not to know, and returned to the group of warriors, ate meat in large chunks and drank wine in big mouthfuls.

"Is the conflict between the divine power and the royal power so intense?" Huhe, who used to be confused, did not notice the undercurrents around him at all, but Fang Ming was different. He was old and experienced, and he smelled a strange smell from the actions of the pastor and the high priest.

After the banquet, Huhe returned to his house.

On the side of Shanyue, the structure is primitive and the public ownership society is still a publicly owned society. Although Huhe is a middle-level warrior, his own house is not much better.

Even the bed where you sleep is still covered with hay.

"Huhe, Huhe! Are you there?" Fang Ming was about to rest when there was a shout outside.

This voice, Huhe, was very familiar to him in his memory, and was his good brother Bayan.

Since Fang Ming pretended to be Huhe, he naturally could not be too cold to his brothers, so he hurried out.
Chapter completed!