MTL - Pursuit of the Truth-Chapter 2 Brute

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This is an ordinary piece of stone. Only the size of the baby's palm is irregular. It has a hollow hole, like a pendant.

But the overall look is nothing unusual, very unusual.

The only strange thing is that when Su Ming took the pieces, he felt warm on it, and there seemed to be a warmth flowing into the body, which made people very comfortable.

“Hey?” Su Ming looked at it carefully, but looked at it for a while and didn’t see anything.

"Listen to the public, it is said that it was a place of fire in the early days. So it seems that this thing may have some firepower, so it will make people feel warm, but it is not bad." Su Ming Untie the crescent bones hanging around the neck, put the pieces into it, and hang it on your neck again. The pieces stick to the chest and the warmth is stronger.

"Go home!" The young man took a big step and ran to the light of the distance, and he quickly ran over. At this moment, he did not notice that the stone fragments in his arms were pressed against the chest, and there was a faint glow. Flashing away.

As we approached, in front of Su Ming's eyes, the faint light gradually became clear, and it can be seen that it was a tribe surrounded by a wall composed of many giant trees.

The scope is not large, about a few hundred people live in the same way, but in the eyes of Su Ming, here is to make him feel warm. The faint, and bursting cheers came out. From the gap between the rows of giant wooden walls, you can see a huge bonfire in the center of the tribe. There are many ethnic groups around, and some tribes. The woman is dancing against the fire.

The door of the tribe is also composed of giant wood. When it is opened, it is often hoisted by several ropes. Now it is closed. There are several big men who are extremely burly and dressed in animal skins. The skin is extremely rough and hung on the neck. The white bones of the forest, the bones on the ears, full of ambiguous meaning, staring at the surrounding, when seeing Su Ming in the distance, these big men grinned.

"Lasu, Agong has been looking for you for a day, how come you come back."

"It’s only raining, is it going to grab the oolong?"

"Agong is looking for me? Throw the rope down, this time is not bad." Su Ming ran a few steps, came to the bottom of the door, proudly patted the compilation behind the shot, shouted loudly.

As a piece of rope hangs from a height, Su Ming grabs it, and the body climbs flexibly. Several breaths climb to the top of the gate, and after seeing the vigils, they smile and follow each other. The ladder is going down.

"This little doll is flexible and courageous. It is not too small. Many years ago, I dared to go alone to Wulong Mountain to collect medicine. It seems that the doctors in the tribe must be him in the future."

"Unfortunately, he does not have a savage body. Otherwise, he may become a pretty doctor like Agong." Several big men looked at Su Ming, who was far away, and sighed slightly.

Su Ming entered the tribe and ran all the way. In the grassy houses around him, people often saw him in goodwill.

The name Lasu is not just to say him, but to refer to the children in the tribe who have not gone to the second savage.

Su Ming ran very fast. It didn't take long before he came to the center of the tribe. He saw a large number of people around the campfire and was laughing and laughing.

Outside the campfire, there was a ring of burnt-resistant wooden slats with a lot of grilled oily chunks of meat, bursting with aroma.

There are also a few girls in the family. After seeing Su Ming who came running, they took a glance and didn't care much.

For this tribe, Su Ming, who is eye-catching and beautiful, has a physical gap with other ethnic groups. Almost every tribe has more burlines than him.

After hard to squeeze out, grabbed a fragrant barbecue, while biting, and ran to the front.

In the crowd, in front of the position, sitting in an old man who is not wearing a hide, but a coarse linen, this old man has a lot of hair braided, looks very old, but the eyes are quite charming, let people Look at one eye, it seems to be ingested.

His identity should be extremely honorable, and he is whispering something. There are several ethnic groups around him, and he nods when he listens. His look is very respectful.

Seeing Su Ming from the distance, the old man smiled and nodded, indicating that Su Ming was sitting aside and continued to talk to the ethnic groups.

The tribes also saw Su Ming, and their faces were smiling.

"My Wushan Department is a small tribe, but after all, it is the orthodox Wushan heritage. This time, the Fengzhen tribe was very happy, and I had a relationship with the year, and I could not be rude." The old man slowly opened his mouth.

"Unfortunately, my Wushan tribe split up hundreds of years ago, and now only the next three veins are continued. Otherwise, my Wushan ministry is also a medium-sized tribe. When the neighboring eight parties are commanded, the Fengzheng department is also affiliated, but now... 说话." The man is a man about 40 years old. He is the patriarch of the Wushan Ministry. His body is burly, and it seems to be full of amazing explosive power. The bone ring on his neck has nine teeth with thick fingers.

Especially on his face, there is a looming pattern, the pattern looks very embarrassing, like a ghost, but it is very vague, it seems that it can not completely solidify.

Su Ming looked at the pattern, and his eyes were envious. Through the scroll of the animal skin, Su Ming knew that it was a rough pattern that had not yet been formed. In the entire tribe, no one now has the strength to draw a rough grain to make it solidify.

Even Agong is only in the ninth layer of condensed blood.

But even this has made Agong a very strong person among the many tribes near Wushan. Compared with it, only the other two tribes separated from the same tribe, the Ministry of Montenegro and the Wulong Department.

"In the past, the use of the past, the protection of the strong people who did not open the dust, can not become a medium-sized tribe. In the same year, the two ancestors of the Wushan Ministry died, which is the root of the final division.

Since the practice of the old man, he has never been able to break through the ninth layer of coagulation. He can't reach the tenth floor, and he can't reach the eleventh floor of the limit. He can't draw the completely solidified grain, and it is difficult to dust..." The old man sighed and said slowly.

"But, go down, prepare gifts, tomorrow... mountain marks, you are the head of the Wushan hunting team, you will lead the team." The old man stood up and seemed to stand next to the Wushan tribe chief After a middle-aged man, he turned and left here and walked toward the distance.

The middle-aged man looked calm and heard this and immediately called it.

Su Ming quickly followed Agong and left the bustling place of the campfire.

All the way the old man did not speak, just walked silently, and after the joyfulness behind him gradually drifted away, he came outside a house built by grass and walked in.

This house is not big, and it is quite simple. After entering the house, the old man sat on the side of his knees and looked at Su Ming who followed.

"Going to Oolong again?"

At this moment, with the old man alone, Su Ming is very respectful to the grandfather who grew up watching him grow up. He put down the codification behind him. He picked up the small earth bottle and handed it to the old man.

"With your flexibility, those oolongs can't hurt you, but it's better to go less... After all, it belongs to the range of Montenegro and Wulong.

This oolong is useless to me, and you are left to nourish your body. "The old man looked at Su Ming, and his look was kind."

Su Ming nodded and put the small bottle away. Over the years, he has drunk a lot of things, and it is precisely because of this that he has such a flexible body.

For many years, Agong often gave him some medicinal soup, which made him a lot better than ordinary people, even though he did not possess the savage body.

"There are still three days, it is time for your generation of Lasu to start. I remember that you have already reached the age of sixteen. You need to go to worship the image." The old man looked at Su Ming and said slowly.

"The image of my Wushan tribe is inherited from the real Wushan Department of the year. Although it is not the main image, it cannot be compared with the image of the medium-sized tribe, but it is extremely powerful in the vicinity."

Su Ming was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Don't go out these days, take a break, and go with them three days later." The old man said, slowly closing his eyes.

Su Ming stood for a long time, screaming and silently leaving, not far from here, that belongs to his grass house.

He will never forget that at the age of seven, he and the children of the same age in the tribe surrounded the image of the first savage.

As a barbarian, you need to experience two rituals such as enlightenment in your life. This is the savage, one is seven years old and the other is sixteen.

At the same time, the Agong in the tribe will also choose the person with the savage body at this time.

With a sigh, Su Ming’s heart is bitter, and he is eager to become a barbaric man. The scene description in the animal skin makes him obsessed from childhood, but the reality is cruel, the first time he was seven years old. When he visited the image, he clearly showed that he did not possess the savage body and did not qualify for the savage.

Quite, the foundation of the world, only become a barbarian, can be proud of nine days above, can become a real strong!

From the animal skin roll, Su Ming knew that there were many tribes in the world, big and small, and each tribe had its own different image. This is the root of a tribe, and it is also necessary for future generations to become quite a must. Things.

If you can get the sensory, you can naturally get the inheritance of the savage, without the need to teach, you can cultivate.

But when both seven and sixteen years old fail, it means that everything can never be changed. Su Ming’s heart has been hesitating. He didn’t expect to see the answer. But now he’s only three days away from the last enlightenment, but he is afraid. .

"This time... can it be..." Su Ming silently returned to his house, sat down and started to stay.

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