Chapter 1
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"It's not good, grandpa is vomiting blood again!"
"Look for Uncle Li Hu!"
"What should I do? The holy flame is gone, and now grandpa is going to be gone too..."
There was a lot of voices.
"What's going on?" A thin young man lying on his back slowly opened his eyes, "Where am I?"
The young man looked up, down, left, and right at the surrounding environment. The optical fiber was dim, and there were all black stones. There was a light not far away.
"Cave?" The boy sat up and immediately covered his back, "It hurts!"
"How did I fall here?" The young man propped up the bed with his hands and wanted to get out of bed. He suddenly lowered his head and glanced. The thatch was covered under him, and next to the thatch was a piece of colorful animal skin.
"Animal fur?" The boy was surprised, and searched his memory carefully, "There are such beast furs in Tibetan areas? Live in caves?"
Before he could react, two men in furs walked into the cave and saw the young boy who had just woken up.
The two were obviously taken aback for a moment, and then looked surprised.
"Great, Mu Feng woke up!"
"Follow us to meet Grandpa!"
Before the boy had time to see the two of them clearly, he was "invited" out of the hole by the towing frame.
"Who are you taking me to?" The young man was puzzled.
After leaving the cave, the light outside the cave made the young man's eyes condense, and what caught his eyes was a group of people with flustered expressions, and they all rushed to one place.
These people have fluffy hair, are dressed in various animal skins, and have dirty faces, so they can't see the exact appearance.
The boy was shocked in his heart: "What's going on, how can there be such primitive residents in Tibetan areas?"
Someone saw the boy being supported by two people, and exclaimed: "Look, Mu Feng has woken up!"
The crowd automatically moved out of the way, allowing the two of them to lead the boy through to a thatched hut.
The room was dim again.
But the young man could still see how many people were standing in the room at this time, surrounded by an old man who was leaning against a wooden pier.
The old man's eyes were half-closed, and even in the light that was not too strong, he could see that his face was haggard, and there were still wet bloodstains on his gray beard and hair.
The first time he saw the old man, the young man couldn't help but see the old man's information in his mind: Grandpa, unknown name, chief of the tribe, the person who picked him up in the wild, treated him very well.
In addition to the old man's information, the boy's mind was like a movie, with various fragments of information: people leaning on crutches, three-foot earthen platforms, yelling around wild animals...
The young man couldn't help being taken aback, wondering how he could have such a memory in his heart.
"Grandpa, Wooden Wind is here!" Someone shouted.
The old man opened his eyes, looked at the young man, and said angrily, "Wood Wind!"
The young man was still hesitating in his heart, but his body couldn't help but rushed towards the old man, and said sadly, "Grandpa!"
The old man stretched out his hand and touched his head weakly, but he didn't speak. He slightly raised his head and looked at the people around him: "Where's Li Hu?"
Before the words were finished, the light in the thatched cottage dimmed, and a person bent over and came in, hurriedly shouting: "Grandpa, I'm here!"
A man who looked like an iron tower walked up to the old man, knelt down on one knee, and reached out to hold the other hand of the old man: "Grandpa, are you alright?"
The old man shook his head slightly, his voice was weak: "I don't have much time."
"Grandpa!" The voices of the people around trembled.
"Grandpa, there is nothing wrong with you old man, if something happens to you, what shall we do!" Li Hu excitedly said.
The old man looked miserable, but with a hint of stubbornness, he shook his head: "I can't help it, but you still have to live!"
Li Hu clenched the old man's hand again, full of unwillingness, and wanted to say something more.
The old man raised his eyes to signal that Li Hu shut up immediately.
He took a long breath, obviously to explain the funeral.
"After I die, Mu Feng will be the chief. You should respect him as you respect me!"
Everyone was shocked, but they nodded in grief and indignation: "Yes!"
"The holy flame has been lost, and the only way to survive is to migrate eastward."
Li Hu murmured: "Migrate east..."
But he nodded heavily at the old man: "Yes!"
Only then did the old man shift his gaze to the shocked young man: "Wood Wind!"
The boy responded subconsciously: "Grandpa!"
It's just that he was extremely shocked in his heart. He remembered that he was a historian at Jiangxia University who accidentally fell into a black cave when he was investigating the ancient Kunlun ruins in Tibet.
But after waking up, he was in the cave, appearing in the crowd surrounded by primitive costumes.
Obviously, he crossed over by himself!
From one cave to another, he appeared on a young man named Mu Feng!
And all the memories about the young man flooded into his mind in an instant: the old man in front of him was the chief of the Jiang clan, who was seriously injured and dying.
The most terrible thing is that the "sacred fire" in the tribe was stolen!
Mu Feng thought that the old man was very kind to him, and he was better than his relatives even though he was not a relative. He felt sad for a moment, and couldn't help crying: "Grandpa, don't let anything happen to you!"
The old man let go of Li Hu's hand, and slowly wiped his tears with his hand: "Silly boy, you will be the chief of the tribe from now on, don't cry anymore!"
"Grandfather!" Mu Feng shouted sadly.
The voices of others also cried out in distress: "Grandpa!"
The old man shook his head lightly, and put his hand on the young man's head: "Let me, the old man, do my best for this tribe, and I will rely on you from now on!"
Before Mu Feng could react, he suddenly felt his scalp tighten, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, a mysterious message flooded into his mind.
The faces of the people around were all pale, and they all shouted: "Grandpa!"
One of them looked at Li Hu: "Boss!"
Li Hu's face was even more miserable, but he shook his head firmly: "This is Grandpa giving Mu Feng an empowerment again, we will not break the chief's inheritance!"
"But……"
Li Hu exhaled heavily, and said in a low voice, "No but!"
...
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Feng opened his eyes again, and found that the old man's complexion was pale, and the chest that was still bullied had gradually less heaved at this time.
The oil is running out-there is not much time left.
The faces of the people around were sad, but their eyes were full of hope, they all looked at Mu Feng.
Li Hu took the lead and knelt down on one knee, raising one hand to Mu Feng: "Chief!"
The rest of the people also knelt on one knee, like a tiger: "Chief!"
Mu Feng was still extremely shocked in his heart. He had just figured out what was going on, and he became the great chief of this primitive tribe, and he took over such a mess!
(end of this chapter)
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"It's not good, grandpa is vomiting blood again!"
"Look for Uncle Li Hu!"
"What should I do? The holy flame is gone, and now grandpa is going to be gone too..."
There was a lot of voices.
"What's going on?" A thin young man lying on his back slowly opened his eyes, "Where am I?"
The young man looked up, down, left, and right at the surrounding environment. The optical fiber was dim, and there were all black stones. There was a light not far away.
"Cave?" The boy sat up and immediately covered his back, "It hurts!"
"How did I fall here?" The young man propped up the bed with his hands and wanted to get out of bed. He suddenly lowered his head and glanced. The thatch was covered under him, and next to the thatch was a piece of colorful animal skin.
"Animal fur?" The boy was surprised, and searched his memory carefully, "There are such beast furs in Tibetan areas? Live in caves?"
Before he could react, two men in furs walked into the cave and saw the young boy who had just woken up.
The two were obviously taken aback for a moment, and then looked surprised.
"Great, Mu Feng woke up!"
"Follow us to meet Grandpa!"
Before the boy had time to see the two of them clearly, he was "invited" out of the hole by the towing frame.
"Who are you taking me to?" The young man was puzzled.
After leaving the cave, the light outside the cave made the young man's eyes condense, and what caught his eyes was a group of people with flustered expressions, and they all rushed to one place.
These people have fluffy hair, are dressed in various animal skins, and have dirty faces, so they can't see the exact appearance.
The boy was shocked in his heart: "What's going on, how can there be such primitive residents in Tibetan areas?"
Someone saw the boy being supported by two people, and exclaimed: "Look, Mu Feng has woken up!"
The crowd automatically moved out of the way, allowing the two of them to lead the boy through to a thatched hut.
The room was dim again.
But the young man could still see how many people were standing in the room at this time, surrounded by an old man who was leaning against a wooden pier.
The old man's eyes were half-closed, and even in the light that was not too strong, he could see that his face was haggard, and there were still wet bloodstains on his gray beard and hair.
The first time he saw the old man, the young man couldn't help but see the old man's information in his mind: Grandpa, unknown name, chief of the tribe, the person who picked him up in the wild, treated him very well.
In addition to the old man's information, the boy's mind was like a movie, with various fragments of information: people leaning on crutches, three-foot earthen platforms, yelling around wild animals...
The young man couldn't help being taken aback, wondering how he could have such a memory in his heart.
"Grandpa, Wooden Wind is here!" Someone shouted.
The old man opened his eyes, looked at the young man, and said angrily, "Wood Wind!"
The young man was still hesitating in his heart, but his body couldn't help but rushed towards the old man, and said sadly, "Grandpa!"
The old man stretched out his hand and touched his head weakly, but he didn't speak. He slightly raised his head and looked at the people around him: "Where's Li Hu?"
Before the words were finished, the light in the thatched cottage dimmed, and a person bent over and came in, hurriedly shouting: "Grandpa, I'm here!"
A man who looked like an iron tower walked up to the old man, knelt down on one knee, and reached out to hold the other hand of the old man: "Grandpa, are you alright?"
The old man shook his head slightly, his voice was weak: "I don't have much time."
"Grandpa!" The voices of the people around trembled.
"Grandpa, there is nothing wrong with you old man, if something happens to you, what shall we do!" Li Hu excitedly said.
The old man looked miserable, but with a hint of stubbornness, he shook his head: "I can't help it, but you still have to live!"
Li Hu clenched the old man's hand again, full of unwillingness, and wanted to say something more.
The old man raised his eyes to signal that Li Hu shut up immediately.
He took a long breath, obviously to explain the funeral.
"After I die, Mu Feng will be the chief. You should respect him as you respect me!"
Everyone was shocked, but they nodded in grief and indignation: "Yes!"
"The holy flame has been lost, and the only way to survive is to migrate eastward."
Li Hu murmured: "Migrate east..."
But he nodded heavily at the old man: "Yes!"
Only then did the old man shift his gaze to the shocked young man: "Wood Wind!"
The boy responded subconsciously: "Grandpa!"
It's just that he was extremely shocked in his heart. He remembered that he was a historian at Jiangxia University who accidentally fell into a black cave when he was investigating the ancient Kunlun ruins in Tibet.
But after waking up, he was in the cave, appearing in the crowd surrounded by primitive costumes.
Obviously, he crossed over by himself!
From one cave to another, he appeared on a young man named Mu Feng!
And all the memories about the young man flooded into his mind in an instant: the old man in front of him was the chief of the Jiang clan, who was seriously injured and dying.
The most terrible thing is that the "sacred fire" in the tribe was stolen!
Mu Feng thought that the old man was very kind to him, and he was better than his relatives even though he was not a relative. He felt sad for a moment, and couldn't help crying: "Grandpa, don't let anything happen to you!"
The old man let go of Li Hu's hand, and slowly wiped his tears with his hand: "Silly boy, you will be the chief of the tribe from now on, don't cry anymore!"
"Grandfather!" Mu Feng shouted sadly.
The voices of others also cried out in distress: "Grandpa!"
The old man shook his head lightly, and put his hand on the young man's head: "Let me, the old man, do my best for this tribe, and I will rely on you from now on!"
Before Mu Feng could react, he suddenly felt his scalp tighten, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, a mysterious message flooded into his mind.
The faces of the people around were all pale, and they all shouted: "Grandpa!"
One of them looked at Li Hu: "Boss!"
Li Hu's face was even more miserable, but he shook his head firmly: "This is Grandpa giving Mu Feng an empowerment again, we will not break the chief's inheritance!"
"But……"
Li Hu exhaled heavily, and said in a low voice, "No but!"
...
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Feng opened his eyes again, and found that the old man's complexion was pale, and the chest that was still bullied had gradually less heaved at this time.
The oil is running out-there is not much time left.
The faces of the people around were sad, but their eyes were full of hope, they all looked at Mu Feng.
Li Hu took the lead and knelt down on one knee, raising one hand to Mu Feng: "Chief!"
The rest of the people also knelt on one knee, like a tiger: "Chief!"
Mu Feng was still extremely shocked in his heart. He had just figured out what was going on, and he became the great chief of this primitive tribe, and he took over such a mess!
(end of this chapter)
"It's not good, grandpa is vomiting blood again!" "Look for Uncle Li Hu!" "What should I do? The holy flame is gone, and now grandpa is going to be gone too..." There was a lot of voices. "What's going on?" A thin young man lying on his back slowly opened his eyes, "Where am I?" The young man looked up, down, left, and right at the surrounding environment. The optical fiber was dim, and there were all black stones. There was a light not far away. "Cave?" The boy sat up and immediately covered his back, "It hurts!" "How did I fall here?" The young man propped up the bed with his hands and wanted to get out of bed. He suddenly lowered his head and glanced. The thatch was covered under him, and next to the thatch was a piece of colorful animal skin. "Animal fur?" The boy was surprised, and searched his memory carefully, "There are such beast furs in Tibetan areas? Live in caves?" Before he could react, two men in furs walked into the cave and saw the young boy who had just woken up. The two were obviously taken aback for a moment, and then looked surprised. "Great, Mu Feng woke up!" "Follow us to meet Grandpa!" Before the boy had time to see the two of them clearly, he was "invited" out of the hole by the towing frame. "Who are you taking me to?" The young man was puzzled. After leaving the cave, the light outside the cave made the young man's eyes condense, and what caught his eyes was a group of people with flustered expressions, and they all rushed to one place. These people have fluffy hair, are dressed in various animal skins, and have dirty faces, so they can't see the exact appearance. The boy was shocked in his heart: "What's going on, how can there be such primitive residents in Tibetan areas?" Someone saw the boy being supported by two people, and exclaimed: "Look, Mu Feng has woken up!" The crowd automatically moved out of the way, allowing the two of them to lead the boy through to a thatched hut. The room was dim again. But the young man could still see how many people were standing in the room at this time, surrounded by an old man who was leaning against a wooden pier. The old man's eyes were half-closed, and even in the light that was not too strong, he could see that his face was haggard, and there were still wet bloodstains on his gray beard and hair. The first time he saw the old man, the young man couldn't help but see the old man's information in his mind: Grandpa, unknown name, chief of the tribe, the person who picked him up in the wild, treated him very well. In addition to the old man's information, the boy's mind was like a movie, with various fragments of information: people leaning on crutches, three-foot earthen platforms, yelling around wild animals... The young man couldn't help being taken aback, wondering how he could have such a memory in his heart. "Grandpa, Wooden Wind is here!" Someone shouted. The old man opened his eyes, looked at the young man, and said angrily, "Wood Wind!" The young man was still hesitating in his heart, but his body couldn't help but rushed towards the old man, and said sadly, "Grandpa!" The old man stretched out his hand and touched his head weakly, but he didn't speak. He slightly raised his head and looked at the people around him: "Where's Li Hu?" Before the words were finished, the light in the thatched cottage dimmed, and a person bent over and came in, hurriedly shouting: "Grandpa, I'm here!" A man who looked like an iron tower walked up to the old man, knelt down on one knee, and reached out to hold the other hand of the old man: "Grandpa, are you alright?" The old man shook his head slightly, his voice was weak: "I don't have much time." "Grandpa!" The voices of the people around trembled. "Grandpa, there is nothing wrong with you old man, if something happens to you, what shall we do!" Li Hu excitedly said. The old man looked miserable, but with a hint of stubbornness, he shook his head: "I can't help it, but you still have to live!" Li Hu clenched the old man's hand again, full of unwillingness, and wanted to say something more. The old man raised his eyes to signal that Li Hu shut up immediately. He took a long breath, obviously to explain the funeral. "After I die, Mu Feng will be the chief. You should respect him as you respect me!" Everyone was shocked, but they nodded in grief and indignation: "Yes!" "The holy flame has been lost, and the only way to survive is to migrate eastward." Li Hu murmured: "Migrate east..." But he nodded heavily at the old man: "Yes!" Only then did the old man shift his gaze to the shocked young man: "Wood Wind!" The boy responded subconsciously: "Grandpa!" It's just that he was extremely shocked in his heart. He remembered that he was a historian at Jiangxia University who accidentally fell into a black cave when he was investigating the ancient Kunlun ruins in Tibet. But after waking up, he was in the cave, appearing in the crowd surrounded by primitive costumes. Obviously, he crossed over by himself! From one cave to another, he appeared on a young man named Mu Feng! And all the memories about the young man flooded into his mind in an instant: the old man in front of him was the chief of the Jiang clan, who was seriously injured and dying. The most terrible thing is that the "sacred fire" in the tribe was stolen! Mu Feng thought that the old man was very kind to him, and he was better than his relatives even though he was not a relative. He felt sad for a moment, and couldn't help crying: "Grandpa, don't let anything happen to you!" The old man let go of Li Hu's hand, and slowly wiped his tears with his hand: "Silly boy, you will be the chief of the tribe from now on, don't cry anymore!" "Grandfather!" Mu Feng shouted sadly. The voices of others also cried out in distress: "Grandpa!" The old man shook his head lightly, and put his hand on the young man's head: "Let me, the old man, do my best for this tribe, and I will rely on you from now on!" Before Mu Feng could react, he suddenly felt his scalp tighten, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, a mysterious message flooded into his mind. The faces of the people around were all pale, and they all shouted: "Grandpa!" One of them looked at Li Hu: "Boss!" Li Hu's face was even more miserable, but he shook his head firmly: "This is Grandpa giving Mu Feng an empowerment again, we will not break the chief's inheritance!" "But" Li Hu exhaled heavily, and said in a low voice, "No but!" ... After an unknown amount of time, Mu Feng opened his eyes again, and found that the old man's complexion was pale, and the chest that was still bullied had gradually less heaved at this time. The oil is running out-there is not much time left. The faces of the people around were sad, but their eyes were full of hope, they all looked at Mu Feng. Li Hu took the lead and knelt down on one knee, raising one hand to Mu Feng: "Chief!" The rest of the people also knelt on one knee, like a tiger: "Chief!" Mu Feng was still extremely shocked in his heart. He had just figured out what was going on, and he became the great chief of this primitive tribe, and he took over such a mess! end of this chapter
