Chapter 22: strange tribe

In the open space in front of the Vine Tribe, the giant eagle lowered its body as much as possible, and then lowered its wings on one side, like a sloping staircase, allowing the old man on his back to walk down smoothly.

The mysterious old man seemed to be very old. When he got off the back of the giant eagle, his movements were very slow.

After the old man stood on the ground, the giant eagle withdrew its wings, and its sharp eagle eyes looked at the ancient vines on the stone mountain arrogantly.

It didn't even look at the people of the Vine tribe.

Obviously, it is very confident, or strong enough, and the people of the Vine tribe are no different from ordinary big bugs in its eyes.

The old man was rather kind. He looked at the environment of the Vine tribe and was obviously a little surprised.

That large field of crops was obviously artificially planted, and it was better than any tribe he had ever seen.

There are also ponds with many fish, wide roads, and good bamboo houses, including the strong rattan tribesmen, which surprised him very much.

This kind of surprise is not even less than the divine vine that brought him.

It would be fine if it was a big tribe, but it was an extremely small tribe, smaller than any tribe he had ever seen.

This tribe gave him a very strange feeling, he even guessed, is this a branch of a big tribe in the Southern Wilderness?

The old man thought about it for a long time and had no answer, so in the end he had no choice but to give up and continue to speculate.

Jiang Xuan and the others hid in the bamboo house, holding weapons in their hands, staring vigilantly at the old man and the giant eagle beside him.

If they find any signs of an attack from the old man or the giant eagle, they will immediately burrow into the tunnel, go to the stone mountain, and seek shelter from the ancient vines.

Even the ancient vines on the rocky mountain had been covered with a layer of green light at some point, and a slender branch floated up, exuding a faint green light in the air, swaying gently.

The old man straightened the feather crown on the top of his head, tidied up the animal skins on his body, and faced Shishan Guteng, he said loudly, "Shen Teng, I'm just a dying person, and I have no ill will towards your tribe."

After all, this divine vine is the totem **** of a tribe, and its strength is terrifying. At least it is not something that he, or the giant eagle he brought with him, can deal with. The old man is well aware of this.

Shen Teng seemed to understand what he said, the slender branch drooped down again, and the green light all over the body gradually disappeared.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted to the people in the bamboo house: "Come out, you don't have to be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Inside the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan heard clearly what the old man just said, he thought about it carefully, and then opened the door.

After all, this is the vine tribe. As long as the old man is afraid of the vine, he should not dare to do it.

Besides, judging from the old man's attire, his identity is obviously unusual, and he shouldn't care about the family background of the Vine tribe.

"I can't go out!" Chi Shao pulled him, looking nervous.

Jiang Xuan comforted: "This old man doesn't seem to be looking for trouble. Besides, the Vine God is behind, it's all right."

"Then I'll go with you."

Chi Shao held her stone spear and followed Jiang Xuan nervously out of the door of the bamboo house.

"Let's go too."

Uncaria, Shiloh, and Nanxing were not afraid, they all took their weapons and chased out.

The old man looked at the five people with approval. Although they were young, they were very brave and united.

Jiang Xuan did not walk in front of the old man. After all, the giant eagle was too scary. He chose to stand at a relatively safe distance.

The old man looked at Jiang Xuan, who was standing at the front, and asked, "Young man, what tribe is this? I want to see the witches from your tribe."

Jiang Xuan replied, "This is the rattan tribe, which has just been established, and there are no witches."

"No witches?"

The old man looked at Jiang Xuan in astonishment, trying to judge whether he was lying or not. Then he glanced at the ancient vines on the stone mountain, and found that the ancient vines had no response.

"Then I want to meet the leader of your tribe."

Jiang Xuan said without changing his expression: "I am the leader of the Vine tribe."

"Are you the leader?"

The old man was stunned. He doubted again that this young man was lying to him, right?

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The old man looked at the four people behind Jiang Xuan with suspicion.

Chi Shao frowned slightly and said, "We don't need to lie to you, Xuan is the leader of the Vine tribe!"

The three teenagers also nodded, and were dissatisfied with the suspicious eyes of the old man.

Having experienced so many things, they have long admired Jiang Xuan very much, how can they bear others' doubts about Jiang Xuan's identity as leader.

Seeing the reaction of the four, the old man finally believed that Jiang Xuan was really the leader of this small tribe.

Such a small number of people, young leaders, have powerful totem gods, and the clansmen are not hungry, yellow and thin, and they look good in clothes and clothes, and they also grow food crops.

This little tribe is so strange.

The old man was very curious about the Vine tribe. He really wanted to figure out what was going on with this small tribe.

The old man said to Jiang Xuan, "Boss, I want to live in your tribe for a while, I wonder if I can?"

In order to prevent Jiang Xuan from rejecting it, the old man immediately said, "Don't worry, I don't live in vain. The giant eagle will go out hunting every day. Except for the prey we eat, the rest can be given to the Vine tribe."

Food is the most important thing for tribal people, because most tribes often run out of food.

Meat food is the favorite of the tribesmen.

The old man believed that Jiang Xuan would definitely not refuse the gift of prey.

What's more, with the size of the giant eagle, anyone with brains can think that what it captures must be big prey, which is the best meat.

However, Jiang Xuan didn't immediately agree. When he heard about "gifting the prey", his eyes didn't even have much fluctuation. He didn't look like a teenager, or even a tribal person.

Jiang Xuan asked, "Old man, we'll talk about your stay later. I'll take the liberty to ask, where did you come from and where are you going?"

The old man replied calmly, "I came from the far-flung Eastern Wasteland, and I just wanted to travel around before I died, but I don't have a precise destination."

"Donghuang?"

Jiang Xuan was stunned. He had an impression of this place name, but it came from some legends and stories in his predecessor's memory.

It is said that there are four great deserts in the primitive world, namely: the Eastern Barrens, the Western Barrens, the Southern Barrens, and the Northern Barrens.

Just one Southern Wilderness is vast and boundless, and the information about the tribesmen is relatively closed. Many people even think that the other three great deserts are just legends, and that the Southern Wilderness is the whole world.

Jiang Xuan also doesn't know how far the four great wastes are~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In short, it is impossible for ordinary people to ride a giant eagle from the Eastern Wasteland to the Southern Wasteland alone.

Jiang Xuan looked at the old man with a complicated look, because he could not determine whether the old man was telling the truth or a lie.

Not to mention the far-flung Eastern Wilderness, even the Southern Wilderness, he only knew about this small area where he lived, and knew nothing about other places.

However, he was certain of one thing.

That is, the identity of the old man is absolutely extraordinary. It should be a coincidence that he came here, and he should not do anything bad to the people of the Vine tribe.

In other words, apart from a little planting technology, the Vine tribe currently has nothing rare that can be remembered.

Even the pottery ding is not unique to the rattan tribe. Some large tribes also burn pottery dings to cook food.

This is a very old and traditional cooking utensil.

As for whether the mysterious old man would have the idea of ​​hitting Shenteng, Jiang Xuan was not sure.

To put it a bit ugly, with the strength of the Teng tribe, even if they want to do something, they can't stop it, and they have to rely on Shenteng to deal with it.

What's more, Jiang Xuan really wanted to know the outside world, this old man is a good window.

After thinking about this, Jiang Xuan's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Jiang Xuan's tone slowed down a bit, and said, "Since it is a guest from the far-flung eastern wasteland, the Teng tribe can't be turned away."

"The old man can temporarily live in the rattan tribe, but he needs to rebuild a bamboo house in the open space outside. The giant eagle is too big, so it is not easy to accommodate it here."

The old man had no opinion on this: "It's the same wherever you live, the leader looks at the arrangement."

Jiang Xuan nodded, then immediately found someone to help the old man build a simple bamboo house on the open space outside the tribe to live in temporarily.

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