Fan Ze & Wen Guang Zi Teng & Yu An Extra Story
Fan Ze directed the tribesmen to move things in an orderly manner.
"Be careful."
"Ask someone to watch over the kids over there. Don't run around. If they get lost on the road, it'll be hard to find them."
"Yes, Patriarch."
Fan Ze: "Xiao Xuan, go to the long queue and help."
"Okay, Chief."
Fan Ze's shoulder was suddenly tapped. He just tilted his head slightly and asked, "Are you here?"
Wen Guang: "Well, let's take a look. Do we have to leave tomorrow?"
Fan Ze: "The riverbanks have disappeared. The current riverbanks can no longer support so many species. Sooner or later, they will all move away."
The two of them chatted for a while and then found an empty place to sit down.
Wen Guang looked up at the sky, which was as blue as water and clear as a blue sky.
There is no trace of the tragic scene of the destruction of the world three years ago.
Three years ago, the teacher, with his demigod body, drove away the Red Star, gave up the opportunity to fully condense into a godhead, and used the power contained in the godhead to restore the vitality of the continent.
But the shattered continent did not recover, and the tribesmen who died not because of the black air did not resurrect.
The old man who was guarding the cave died with a sigh.
Shi Xiaochun brought the cubs from the cave and returned the elder's body to the river bank, where he buried it along with the tribesmen who had died this time.
Wen Guang: "Have you decided where to go?"
Fan Ze narrowed his eyes and looked at the winding formation of his tribe. The newborn cubs completed the metamorphosis of their tails according to the method left by their teacher. Even if he died, there would be someone to take over and protect the tribe.
He finally had the confidence to leave the tribe.
Thinking back to how I fought so hard to get a top spot in the big hunt, it seemed like a dream.
He said, "Go north."
Wen Guang said: "The north..."
"I heard it's even colder than along the riverbank."
Fan Ze: "The north is barren, but it is an opportunity for our people to take root."
"What an ambition." Wen Guang smiled, expressing his undisguised admiration.
"What about you? You're not leaving?"
"I told you I'm not leaving here."
Fan Ze looked at Wen Guang's profile. This guy was much harder to understand than before.
In the past few months, the Xi Clan was completely split into two parts. One part firmly disagreed with using potential to extend their lifespan and was oppressed by the hierarchy of the golden lines, while the other part voluntarily joined Wen Guang.
The final result was that Wen Guang's brother Wen Ye took 80% of the tribe members and left the river bank.
Wen Guang stayed here with the remaining 20% of the tribesmen who had received the curse mark.
Fan Ze had gone to see that half of the 20% of the tribesmen had to cover their faces with black cloth every day. They had begun to adjust their daily routines, from greeting the dawn every day to hiding during the day and going out at night.
He knew that Wen Guang was studying every day how to find a loophole in the curse so that his people would not be afraid of the sun, and even go a step further so that their potential would not be constrained.
But there has been no results so far.
He didn't know whether Wen Guang regretted it.
Maybe he doesn't regret it. This guy always plunges into something once he sets his mind to it and never looks back.
Fan Ze withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Is Zi Teng feeling better?"
Wen Guang's eyes dimmed: "It's better now, but the transformation is even more distant."
The wisteria that was protecting the small yard suffered too much damage and its roots were injured. Fortunately, the plant has strong vitality. After only three years, it is still a sickly seedling.
Fan Ze patted his shoulder as a comfort.
"After all, you are still alive and have a long lifespan. You will eventually be able to wait."
Wen Guang cheered up: "Tomorrow, I will bring her to see you off."
Time flies and it is the next morning.
Fan Ze's people have packed up, and those who went out to explore the way ahead have returned to report that the journey was smooth.
Wen Guang came to see them off with Zi Teng as promised.
A cold wind surged up from the cracks in the ground. Although it was still small now, who knew if it would turn into a bottomless abyss in the future, making it even more difficult to cross.
Fan Ze was carrying a large package.
Inside are all the handwritten seals and knowledge passed down by the teacher. These things are the foundation of their tribe.
"Let's stop here. There aren't many tribes left here. I heard they're going to redistribute the territory. You just led your people away from the Xi Clan. It was going to be a tough battle."
Wen Guang: “Yeah.”
Wisteria stretched out a thin vine and waved it at Fan Ze. The tip of the vine tapped Fan Ze's palm. After trying for a long time, nothing came out, and she shrank back into the flowerpot in frustration.
Wen Guang: "Ziteng said that she didn't have enough strength and Xiaohua couldn't hold it out. She asked me to apologize to you and wish you a safe journey."
Fan Ze smiled.
"Um."
Wen Guang and Zi Teng watched Fan Ze leave until even his back could no longer be seen, then they sighed softly.
They all knew that after this separation, they might never have the chance to meet again, and even the chance of hearing from each other would become slim.
"Let's go back too. We haven't watered you yet today."
Wisteria vines twined around his wrists.
A hovering falcon flew across the vast sky, and its loud cry flew into the distance on the wind.
The ethnic groups that left here have stepped on this land countless times and finally left their hometown today.
Once we parted, we never set foot there again for ten thousand years.
Until later generations have forgotten this past, until the voice of history has been completely worn away by the millstone of time, and even the advent of the gods has become an illusory legend.
Wen Guang's voice came faintly, "Little Zi Teng, what do you say about me changing my name?"
Wisteria Crooked Leaves: Hmm... you have become independent from the tribe. It would be nice to change your name. What do you want to change it to?
The morning light rising in the east illuminates Wen Guang's shadow. The golden patterns on his black wings are both a blessing and a vicious curse.
He stopped and was silent for a while before striding forward again.
"Just call it... Tingye."
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One year later.
After a long journey, Fanze finally found a livable place with his people.
Apart from the extremely cold winter, the resources here are enough for his tribe to take root, grow and start anew.
On the day the city was built, a burning stone fell from the sky, creating a huge deep and wide pit!
Fan Ze entered a state of alert almost as if in response to a stress. He ordered everyone in the tribe not to move, waited for the fire to disappear, and approached cautiously step by step.
This is a double-layered round table.
Very smooth.
Fan Ze held his breath for a long time before gently reaching out and touching it.
A voice entered his heart, "It will be the guardian stone of your tribe. No matter how great the ups and downs are, do not abandon this stone. Ten thousand years later, it may return again..."
Fan Ze's pupils suddenly shrank.
After he came to his senses, his heart began to beat uncontrollably.
Ten thousand years later, he may come back again.
he.
Fan Ze placed his palm on the stone, and the miracle of the revival of all things that day appeared in his mind again. His nose felt sore and he murmured:
"Teacher, will you come back..."
Another year passed.
When the new clan land was first built, it was built next to this stone.
The clan land is also built of stone, which complements each other seamlessly.
Fan Ze gathered all the tribe members together. This was the first formal clan meeting of their tribe.
After the tribal meeting, the stone that had fallen from the sky was revered as the tribe's guardian stone. Fan Ze pondered for a long time and carved the scene of the stone falling from the sky on the stone, describing it in words.
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In the far west, there is a vast sea formed by the rifting of plates.
The fish sat quietly on the rocks on the coast, holding two new conches in his hands. He hummed a song to the conches and looked at the calm sea.
"I see the sea, Yuan."
"I met fish here that looked like me... Most of them weren't as pretty as I was when I grew up. It turns out I really did leave from here. I'm not alone."
But I have nothing to tell them. The sea is beautiful, beautiful when it is calm and beautiful when it is dangerous. But every time I look at the vast sea, I always feel more lonely..."
He did not die.
The benefactor saved him for the third time, using the golden blood flowing from his heart.
Yu An remembered the feeling of being completely enveloped in golden blood, plummeting into the abyss of the continental rift. He fell into the bottomless waters, swam along with the current, and inexplicably found himself in the sea.
The benefactor's heart was pierced by the red star, and blood fell to many places. Some was absorbed, some was assimilated, and some grew larger and solidified, becoming more and more transparent.
The power within seemed to be fading, but there was still a sense of sacredness.
"I collected a lot of your blood, Yuan, and wanted to give it to Aunt Ye Lu, but I don't know where she flew off to. Then I thought, giving it to her would only make her sad, so I kept it all in one place for the time being."
"If she wants it, I'll give it to her..."
Yu An threw the conch into the sea and then used all his strength to throw it onto the land far away.
"Today I'm singing a new lullaby I just learned. My benefactor, you're so powerful, I don't believe you'll actually disappear... If you can see it, put your ear to the ground and listen."
He jumped into the water, swung his beautiful big tail in the water, and disappeared at the bottom of the sea.
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Three sixty years have passed.
Wen Guang has become a handsome old man with gray hair, and is the "Tingye Leader" of the tribe.
The split Xi tribe spent one hundred and eighty years, and he watched the tribe become more and more prosperous, the number of people increased, and the tribe's territory became larger and larger.
The naughty cubs flew around, but no one came to disturb the leader's house.
The chief is old.
Very old.
His house was built next to Ning Ren's small courtyard. Purple vines climbed and entwined around it, forming a shade that enveloped the old man who looked quite strong.
Unlike that guy Fan Ze, who died three years ago. Tsk, he didn't live longer than him after all. The messenger also brought a few letters, which made him shed a few tears.
Really, just die, and let him know.
One day, Wen Guang suddenly had an idea and gathered all the guys along the river bank to organize a big hunt.
Everyone readily agreed, just treating it as a game for their elders.
However, they didn't expect that the chief himself would also participate and asked them not to be waterproof, so that the final title of "Warrior" would be precious.
The younger generations began to listen to their old leader talk about what happened more than a hundred years ago, saying how grand and lively the big hunt was at that time.
In short, the Great Hunt began under such circumstances.
Wen Guang was very happy and felt that he was as brave as when he was young. The younger ones had to act very hard. They had to help the leader win first place without being discovered. It was really tiring!
The big hunt ended in the early morning.
Wen Guang received a warrior medal, which was very similar to the one he received a hundred years ago.
He ran back home immediately and took a long time to recover from his exhaustion.
Wisteria vines came over to help him up, "You're just an old man, why are you going through all this trouble?"
Nearly two hundred years had passed, and even with her roots damaged, she still showed no signs of transforming. The plant's growth period was too long, so long that she and Wen Guang had only met once in human form.
Wen Guang smiled and handed her the Warrior Medal.
“I said I would give you the Warrior Medal, but unfortunately, the Red Star arrived right after I finished speaking. There’s no rainy season and no big hunt… I wanted to give it to you, according to the old rules.
Only the bravest warrior can win the love of the most beautiful girl. I said, I owe you the first place.
Zi Teng took the medal, seemed to be moved, and said with a smile.
"Well, I don't owe it now."
Wen Guang smiled like a fool.
Three days later.
Chief Tingye passed away.
Wisteria took root here. She no longer accumulated strength to transform, but used all her energy to prolong her life and guard her teacher's yard firmly.
She said that she was the gatekeeper vine and would guard here for thousands or tens of thousands of years, until the end of her life.
Guarding this place, hiding the waiting in time and the four seasons.
Only the aura of Jiuwen could touch her and wake her from her slumber.
-
Shi Xiaochun's disciple threw down a few coins.
The sun, moon and stars in the sky are constantly changing.
The snow of the north, the wind of the east, the sea of the far west, a lonely bird wanders across the continent.
The retrograde time will eventually be put back on track.
Waiting will also bring reunion.
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