Prehistoric, enlightened from the young Hongjun

Chapter 35 Nanyan Tribe, New Wusu Name

"Alas."

"Alas."

Can't hear clearly, what's this sound?
But looking at the vastness that swept from the sky and the earth, the voice did not reach the ears, as if piercing the bone marrow.

When the eyes fell on the bright and dazzling snow, it made people feel a kind of cold that pierced the heart.

"Whenever you find your own heart, you will also find your own way."

Watching the bitter north wind whistling between the sky and the earth, watching the goose feathers and heavy snow flying like sharp knives, cutting the sky into pieces.

In Erqing's eyes, he once again recalled the dream from last night.

Recalling the scene when I stood on a green boat on a long rushing river.

"Whenever I found my own heart, I also found my own way. But is my way in this world?"

Looking at the vast land, Er Qing thought silently in his heart.

"Erqing, Erqing, where are you, come out quickly, Grandpa's condition is getting worse, he needs to find you."

At this time, an urgent voice came from behind.

The voice was inaudible in the bitter cold wind.

But Erqing heard it.

The moment the voice sounded, there was a lingering tenderness in his eyes, which melted the coldness of silence, and when he understood the content of the words, a trace of panic appeared in his eyes.

Grandpa.

He is the only witch in their Nanyan tribe, and the only spiritual belief of the entire tribe is that even the chief of the tribe is under the witch.

The patriarch can die, but the witch cannot.

On the land of Beicang, there are countless tribes, and there are countless barbarians.

However, if there is no witch in a tribe, no matter how many creatures there are, they will all be buried under the vast white snow.

Just like the mountain where they are now, it is said that ten thousand years ago, it was the land where the barbarian Yan Kingdom was located.

Now, the witches of their Nanyan tribe, their life is coming to an end.

"How could this be?"

For the first time, Erqing felt panic and helplessness in his heart.

Just like the dog he saw when he was young, he lost his master, but he was helpless, and finally he was helpless.

As a shaman, grandpa, to him, is not only the belief of the tribe, but also his only relative since childhood without father or mother.

As this thought emerged, the young woman in snow mastiff skin who called Er Qing in her mouth saw a snowdrift suddenly exploded.

A young man with firm eyes stood up from the snow.

"Sister Xueling, Brother Beichen, how is Grandpa doing?"

Seeing the stalwart young man following the young woman, Erqing felt sore, but at this moment he couldn't allow him to get caught up in his own personal emotions.

"Grandpa is fine, it's just that the cough suddenly became more severe. You can go with Xue Ling, I will stand guard for you today."

The man named Beichen said thoughtfully.

"Ah."

Erqing looked at Beichen in a complicated way and nodded after finding a place to hide in the snow.

"It's your fault that Brother Beichen hit you last time. It's okay. After you finish the Man Qi in another year, you can hit me back.

Now, hurry up and follow me to see Grandpa. After the old man wakes up, he wants to see you all the time. "

Seeing Er Qing's eyes, Xue Ling hugged Er Qing, and comforted him with a smile.

In her eyes, Er Qing was like a younger brother.

Erqing's face turned red, and her heart beat like a drum.

Even the biting cold wind couldn't blow away the faint fragrance from the girl's body.

It's not that he minds the loss of the last competition with Beichen, it's just that...
Seeing Xue Ling's bright smile, Er Qing held back the pain in his heart, and immediately ran towards where Grandpa was.

"Squeak!"

As the wooden door opened, the cold wind blew the thick animal skin behind the wooden door, making the bonfire in the house flickering.

When Er Qing stepped into the room, he saw a muscular middle-aged man guarding the door.

In front of the bed, the old grandpa was drinking medicine under the service of the tribal doctor.

"Patriarch, how is Grandpa's health?"

Looking at the hulking middle-aged man, Erqing asked with a solemn expression after taking a deep breath.

"Did that girl Xue Ling tell you something? Let's see how I deal with her when I go back."

"It has nothing to do with Sister Xueling."

"You know how to protect her."

The patriarch of the Nanyan tribe frowned, then looked at Erqing softly and said.

"Don't worry, Grandpa is fine.

I just vomited a mouthful of blood, and then the injury will start to heal, so hurry up. "

After the patriarch finished speaking, he walked out the door with the doctor who put down the medicine bowl.

"Woooo."

Although the cold wind outside the house was still howling, it no longer had the slightest chill and could sweep into the room.

Therefore, as the lights gradually returned to brightness in the steady state, Erqing also came to the only witch of the Nanyan tribe and sat down.

"Grandpa, is your injury better?"

Looking at that pale face, Er Qing asked nervously.

"Hehe, people, just like the sunflowers on the land of Beicang, when there are flowers in full bloom, there are also days when they wither in the snow.

Life and death are not enough. "

Grandpa smiled and said, as if to say another trivial matter.

Even if the illness tortured him, the wisdom in his eyes was still as dazzling as the stars in the dark night.

"Grandpa is a strong man in the Dust Realm, and his lifespan is twice as long as that of ordinary clansmen, so it must be..."

Er Qing's heart tightened, and he said hastily.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the grandpa in front of him.

"Erqing, I am going to let you inherit my position and become the shaman of our Nanyan tribe in this land of Beicang, this land of Yunshan."

Grandpa said with a smile.

"I……"

Erqing was taken aback for a moment, before he could speak, he choked up.

He knew that only when a witch was about to fall would the next witch be officially established.

"Grandpa, do you have to do this? Isn't your injury almost healed?"

Erqing lowered her head and said.

"You are fifteen years old this year, and in this Nanyan tribe, Beichen will be the next patriarch, but you will also be the next witch.

Even if you don't care about Xue Ling anymore, in this tribe, only you have the same eyes as mine.

Erqing, become a witch.

Even if grandpa passes away, grandpa believes that you can lead the tribe to live on this great land of beicang.

This is the mission of every tribe and every witch, and it is also the mission that Grandpa hopes you can inherit from me. "

Accompanied by a cough, even though it was difficult to speak, Grandpa still said in a steady voice.

There was no pressure in his eyes, only trust and expectation.

"Erqing, I am willing to become a witch."

Facing Grandpa's gaze, Erqing said firmly in his red eyes.

"Er Qing will inherit Grandpa's mission and lead the people to live a good life."

"Thank you for your hard work, child, from now on, you are the new witch of the Nanyan Tribe.

Wu Ming, Su Ming.

Grandpa hopes that in the future, you can find your own life. "

On a snowy night with howling cold wind, in the room, the old man and the young man.

……

"Kowtowed for 1 years before the devil, looking back on the mortal world and not being a fairy...

Er Qing, Su Ming!
When that light boat comes to an end, this time, can you find your own life? "

In front of the creek, Ji Dong's eyes fell on the world in the blue boat, and he also had expectations amidst the smoothness of stroking the cat.

……

　Tribute, constant seeking magic.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)