Chapter 45 The Strange Tribe
In the open space in front of the Teng Tribe, the giant eagle lowered its body as much as possible, and then put down one of its wings, like a slanted staircase, so that the old man on its back could walk down smoothly.
The mysterious old man seemed to be very old, and his movements were very slow when he got down from the giant eagle's back.
After the old man stood on the ground, the giant eagle retracted its wings and looked at the ancient vines on the stone mountain with its sharp eagle eyes.
It didn't even glance at the members of the Teng tribe.
Obviously, it is very confident, or strong enough. In its eyes, the people of the Vine Tribe are no different from ordinary big insects.
The old man was quite kind. He looked at the environment of the Teng tribe and there was obvious surprise in his eyes.
That large piece of farmland was obviously cultivated artificially, and the crops were better than those of any other tribe he had seen.
There were also ponds with many fish, wide roads, nice bamboo houses, and strong members of the Rattan tribe, all of which surprised him greatly.
This kind of surprise was even no less than what the magical vine brought him.
It would be fine if this was a big tribe, but it was an extremely small tribe, smaller than any other tribe he had ever seen.
This tribe gave him a very strange feeling. He even wondered if this was a branch of a large tribe in the Southern Wilderness?
The old man thought about it for a long time but couldn't find an answer. Finally, he had no choice but to give up guessing.
Jiang Xuan and 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 found any signs of attack from the old man or the giant eagle, they would immediately go into the tunnel and head to the stone mountain to seek shelter from the ancient vines.
Even the ancient vine on the stone mountain was covered with a layer of green light. A slender branch floated up, emitting a faint green light and swaying gently in the air.
The old man straightened the feather crown on his head, adjusted the animal skin clothes on his body, faced the ancient vine on the stone mountain, and said loudly: "Shen Teng, I am just an old man half buried in the ground. I have no ill will towards your tribe."
After all, this magical vine is the totem god of a tribe. Its power is terrifying. At least it is not something that he or the giant eagle he brought can deal with. The old man knows this very well.
The sacred vine seemed to understand his words. The slender branch drooped down again, and the green light on it gradually disappeared.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the people in the bamboo house, "Come out, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Inside the bamboo house, Jiang Xuan heard clearly what the old man had 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 divine vine, he should not dare to take action.
Besides, judging from the old man’s attire, his identity is obviously not ordinary, and he should not care about the wealth of the Teng tribe.
"You can't go out!" Chishao held him back, looking nervous.
Jiang Xuan comforted him, "This old man doesn't look like he's here to cause trouble. Besides, Teng Shen is right behind us, it's okay."
"Then I'll go with you."
Chishao held his stone spear and followed Jiang Xuan out of the bamboo house with a nervous look on his face.
"We'll go too."
Uncaria, Shiqiu and Nanxing were not afraid at all. They took up their weapons and chased after them.
The old man looked at the five people with approval. Although they were young, they showed courage and unity.
Jiang Xuan did not walk up to 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 in the front and asked, "Young man, what tribe is this? I want to see the witch of your tribe."
Jiang Xuan replied: "This is the Teng tribe, which was established not long ago and has no witch."
"No witch?"
The old man looked at Jiang Xuan in astonishment, trying to determine whether he was lying, then looked at the ancient vine on the stone mountain and found that the ancient vine had no reaction.
"Then I would like to meet the leader of your tribe."
Jiang Xuan said calmly, "I am the leader of the Teng tribe."
"Are you the leader?"
The old man was confused, and he started to doubt himself again, wondering if the young man was lying to him.
The old man looked at the four people behind Jiang Xuan with suspicion.
Chishao frowned slightly and said, "We don't need to lie to you, Xuan is the leader of the Teng tribe!"
The three teenagers also nodded and were dissatisfied with the old man's suspicious look.
After going through so many things, they had long admired Jiang Xuan very much. How could they tolerate others questioning his identity as a leader?
After seeing the reactions of the four people, the old man finally believed that Jiang Xuan was really the leader of this small tribe.
Such a small group of people, with such a young chief, have a powerful totem god. The tribesmen are not skinny and pale due to hunger. The clothes and things they use look good, and they can also grow food crops.
This little tribe is so strange.
The old man developed a strong curiosity about the Teng tribe, and he wanted to find out what was going on with this small tribe.
The old man said to Jiang Xuan: "Chief, I would like to live in your tribe for a while, is it possible?"
In order to prevent Jiang Xuan from refusing, the old man immediately added: "Don't worry, I'm not living here for nothing. The giant eagle will go out hunting every day. We will eat the prey ourselves, and the rest can be given to the Teng Tribe."
Food is the most important thing for the tribesmen, because most of the tribes often do not have enough to eat.
Meat is the favorite of the tribesmen.
The old man believed that Jiang Xuan would definitely not refuse the gift of prey.
What's more, given the size of the giant eagle, anyone with a brain can imagine that what it captures must be large prey, which is top-quality meat.
However, Jiang Xuan did not agree immediately. When he heard about the "free prey", there was not even much fluctuation in his eyes. He was so calm that he did not look like a teenager, or even a tribesman.
Jiang Xuan asked, "Old man, let's talk about accommodation later. I would like to ask you, where are you from and where are you going?"
The old man answered calmly: "I came from the distant East Desert, and I just want to travel around before I die. I don't have an exact destination."
"Eastern Wasteland?"
Jiang Xuan was stunned. He had an impression of this place name, but it was only from some legends in his previous life.
It is said that there were four great wildernesses in the primitive world, namely: the Eastern Wilderness, the Western Wilderness, the Southern Wilderness, and the Northern Wilderness.
The Southern Wilderness alone is vast and boundless, and the tribal people are relatively isolated from information. Many people even believe that the other three wildernesses are just legends and that the Southern Wilderness is the entire world.
Jiang Xuan also had no idea how far the four wildernesses were from each other. In short, anyone who could ride a giant eagle alone from the East Wilderness to the South Wilderness could not be an ordinary person.
Jiang Xuan looked at the old man with a much more complicated look, because he couldn't tell whether what the old man said was true or false.
Not to mention the distant Eastern Wilderness, even in the Southern Wilderness, he only knew the small area where he had lived and knew nothing about other places.
However, there was one thing he was sure of.
That is, the old man's identity is absolutely extraordinary, and his coming here should be a coincidence. He should not do anything bad to the people of the Teng tribe.
In other words, apart from some planting techniques, the Teng Tribe currently has nothing rare that people would care about.
Even the pottery tripod is not unique to the Teng tribe. Some large tribes also make pottery tripods for cooking food.
This is a very old and traditional cooking utensil.
As for whether the mysterious old man would target the divine vine, Jiang Xuan had no idea.
To put it bluntly, with the strength of the Teng tribe, even if others want to do something, they can't stop it, and it depends on the God Teng himself to handle it.
What's more, Jiang Xuan really wanted to know more about the outside world, and this old man was a good window.
After thinking this through, Jiang Xuan's tense nerves relaxed a little.
Jiang Xuan's tone slowed down slightly, and he said, "Since they are guests from the faraway East Wilderness, the Teng Tribe cannot refuse them."
"The old man can stay in the rattan tribe temporarily, but we need to build a new bamboo house in the open space outside. The giant eagle is too big to fit in here."
The old man had no objection to this: "It doesn't matter where we live. The leader will make the arrangements."
Jiang Xuan nodded, and immediately found someone to help the old man build a simple bamboo house on the open space outside the tribe for temporary residence.
I went to Guangzhou and just came back. I will update once tonight and another update tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
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