Chapter 232 The Incredible Herb Wizard
Have you seen the monkeys in Wuyi Mountain?
They are the kind that will rummage through your bag, snatch your snacks, and hit you if you dare to fight back.
Now there is one more monkey like this in the Fire Tribe, and that is the third-generation Herb Wizard.
The first thing he does when he wakes up every day is to follow the Totem Wizard to collect folk songs, first to determine where he is making the scrolls, and then to run to the river to observe the Fire Tribe people fishing.
Sometimes, he will even step forward and do some hands-on work. If a warrior is annoyed with him and asks him to leave, he will straighten his chest.
"I am the third-generation Herb Wizard, Herb Wizard, do you have the most basic respect for wizards?"
Most of the warriors who were asked glared at him and roared in their hearts: No, but they dared not say it out loud.
No matter what, Baicao Wu is also an orthodox witch of the Fire Tribe. Even from the perspective of blood, he is the descendant of three generations of witches.
Not only that, the staff passed down in the hands of the Fire Tribe witch is the head of the monkey's ancestor, which has made a great contribution to the Fire Tribe. With
deep roots and high status, anyone who encounters such a monkey can only silently recite the word "forbearance" in their hearts.
After watching the fishing, he will randomly find a family to visit, chat, eat, and tease the children.
After solving the problem of food and satiety, he will come to the altar again, chat with the little turtle, and then watch the pillar witches worship the totem pillar.
Once he even climbed onto the totem pillar, and when he was questioned by the pillar witch, he just said that he was curious whether there was bird shit on it.
After playing for a day, he would go to the place where the Totem Shaman first made the scroll, and as the first viewer, he would praise his work until the Totem Shaman blushed.
Gradually, this boy who taught the adults of the Fire Tribe the word "tolerance" became the idol of all the children in the Fire Tribe, the favorite boy of the elders, and even the man who was scheduled to be the eighth generation of the Fire Tribe Shaman liked to be close to him.
He seemed to have endless stories to tell, such as a white horse with wings, a python that coiled up like a mountain, and an orangutan that grew as high as a tree crown...
In short, this was a boy with broad knowledge, and he was willing to share, with a lively personality, and was quite loved by the elders and children.
After living in the Fire Tribe for more than three months, he received his first beating from the Sixth Generation Chief because... he climbed onto the Fire Totem.
The cause of the incident began when the Seventh Generation Shaman explained the history of the Fire Tribe to him. When he talked about the origin of the Fire Tribe, the first generation of Shaman drew a word "fire" on the totem, thus confirming the birth of the Fire Tribe.
After hearing this, his eyes were fixed on the Fifth Xuan, which gave the Fifth Xuan a bad premonition, but he didn't know what would happen.
Finally, before sunset that day, the Third Generation Herb Shaman suddenly jumped up and jumped onto the little turtle - the little turtle instinctively retracted its head into its shell - he carefully observed the pearl totem stone and even reached out to touch the Fifth Xuan's body.
"What are you doing?"
The seventh generation witch shouted in a changed voice, followed by more surprised voices.
"Let me see where the word 'fire' is."
As he was speaking, he was picked up from the turtle shell by the little turtle and thrown aside.
The sixth generation leader, who heard the news and rushed over, picked up the mountain totem stone on the altar and beat him up without saying a word.
Perhaps it was because of a long-standing grudge, or perhaps it was an opportunity for revenge. In any case, the sixth generation leader had a great time beating the naughty kid, and the third generation of the herb witch also showed people what ghosts and wolves howl.
Just that night, many elders of the tribe came to visit the sixth generation leader.
"Children make mistakes, so be understanding."
"I carried water for you when you were little, so be friendly."
"You've changed, you've started to hit the tribesmen, that's too cruel, that's not good."
...
The old people who came in line finally let the seventh generation witch persuade them to leave. It is said that the sixth generation leader lost his temper at home that night, and this was the first time he was heard to lose his temper.
So, a word spread among the children that the third generation of herb witch was an extraordinary person, and the children believed it.
The extraordinary third generation of herb witch, who was beaten up, finally changed his ways and became honest.
During the recuperation period, he pestered the seventh generation witch every day to ask about the history of the Fire Tribe, and the seventh generation witch also told him everything he knew, until he talked about the recent events, then he stopped.
"Can the Fire Totem teach sacrificial dance?"
The third-generation Herb Shaman widened his eyes with curiosity and asked the Totem Shaman.
The Totem Shaman stopped what he was doing, nodded, and reached out to take out a painting from the scroll and handed it to the third-generation Herb Shaman.
He stared at the scroll and the sacrificial dance with surprise in his eyes.
From that day on, the boy seemed to have developed a curiosity about the Kun hexagram. Every day, he accompanied the eighth-generation Fire Tribe Shaman to stare at the Kun hexagram, as if he was studying something.
Sometimes, he would even ask the seventh-generation Shaman about the Yin and Yang attribute power.
At the grand festival three days later, he danced the sacrificial dance with the Fire Tribe people, gave up the power of the grass green totem, and accepted the Yin and Yang totem power again.
In the next few days, he still paid attention to Kun Gua every day, and he was no longer as jumpy as before.
This disappointed many teenagers who were looking forward to his storytelling and the old people who were looking forward to him chatting with them, but Diwu Xuan paid unusual attention to him.
In fact, no matter how the third generation of herbal witches tormented him these days, he never got angry, including when he jumped onto the turtle shell to touch himself, because the small witch and the second generation witch did more excessive than him.
The boy's action even aroused his long-dormant masochistic gene, hoping that he would be more excessive, and it would be best if he could show some amazing talent like the small witch and the second generation witch.
However, before he could show his talent, he was beaten up by the sixth generation leader, and this silence made him curious again.
He was observing the boy like this. Suddenly, at noon one day, the boy who was drinking fish soup suddenly put the stone bowl on the altar. He was so strong that he even broke the stone bowl and spilled the fish soup on the altar.
Many pillar witches immediately stayed away from him, thinking that he was sick again. Some even ran to find the sixth generation leader, because dirtying the altar would also be punished, and it was obvious that the seventh generation witch would not punish him - these pillar witches secretly felt that the seventh generation witch was too partial to the third generation of herb witches.
However, before the sixth generation leader came over, the third generation of herb witches had already come to Kun Gua and jumped up excitedly.
His movements were mostly squatting, occasionally with a kind of swaying movement from side to side, and a low roar came from his throat when he jumped, with a strong nasal sound.
"Om..."
The totem fire seed in the Kun hexagram suddenly jumped, and Diwu Xuan's eyes lit up. Then he saw that the seed became brighter and brighter as the three-generation herb witch jumped.
The sixth-generation leader who hurried over was caught by the seventh-generation witch, and he was also surprised to find the changes in the Kun hexagram.
"This little guy is really... an amazing third-generation herb witch."
Seeing that the problem that troubled all the witches in the Fire Tribe was solved by him, Diwu Xuan couldn't help but sigh.
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