"Stop talking nonsense! You Black Witch Clan have been insidious, cunning, cruel and ruthless since ancient times. Talking to you is like playing the lute to a cow!" Chi Yun shouted sternly.
At this point, the verbal battle between them had reached a fever pitch and a war was about to break out.
"Don't confuse right and wrong! The real insidious, cunning, cruel and ruthless ones are you, the White Witch Clan!" The high priest responded without any hesitation.
"Haha! No matter how treacherous, cunning, cruel and merciless our Baiwu tribe is, we will never repay kindness with evil! People sent clothes and food to your tribe with good intentions, but instead you poisoned, stole and robbed them!" Chi Yun said sarcastically.
"This is absolute nonsense! Yuchen! Go! Teach them a lesson!" The high priest was probably stimulated by Chi Yun's words, and he waved his hands in anger and started a fight.
At this time, drums sounded, and the two gangs rushed forward in an instant, merged together, and started a melee with swords, guns, sticks and clubs.
"Oh my god! There are war drums?" Mu Qingli exclaimed, her face full of surprise.
The conflict between these small villages actually seemed so serious.
As they spoke, Mu Qingli and the others looked around and discovered that there was a drum placed on the slope of each camp, and a drummer was beating it "dong dong".
"Wow! Does it look like a war in ancient times?" Long Xu said with excitement in his eyes.
"Ancient wars? Do you have any misunderstandings about wars? What they are doing is just a brawl at best!" said Chanwazi disdainfully.
This living fossil of history has the most say, because it has seen real war.
Long Xu laughed and watched with great interest.
The battle between the two sides lasted for a full hour before they returned to their respective camps. Those left on the ground were dead or alive.
Each camp began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner, carrying their own people back.
"...This fight was fought quite skillfully!" Mu Qingli sighed.
Mu Qingli saw how skillfully they fought and cleaned up the battlefield, and she knew that the two groups had had many conflicts.
"I've said it before, the conflict between the two tribes has existed since ancient times!" Long Xu said.
Seeing that their fight was over, Mu Qingli and the others came down from the high ground behind and slowly walked into the open space in the forest.
The arrival of Mu Qingli and others attracted the attention of the Baiwu tribe.
"You actually violated our ancestors' teachings! Bringing strangers into the clan!" Chi Yun couldn't help but say coldly when he saw how Mu Qingli and the others were dressed.
"They broke in on their own! We were just being kind and didn't make things difficult for them!" The high priest replied with a cold face.
"Haha! Be kind to others? Are there any kind people in your Black Witch Clan? Don't tell me you are planning some evil tricks, intending to kill people and rob people!" Chi Yun sneered and said sarcastically.
"What nonsense!" Yu Chen, who had been watching with a cold face, couldn't help but speak.
"This is a conversation between my clan leader and your high priest! How dare you interrupt?" At this time, a young man from the White Witch Clan also spoke up.
"Haha! Although Yuchen is young, he is of the same generation as your clan leader! What is there to hide? But you are qualified to reprimand Yuchen? You and Chiyun are also of the same generation?" The high priest sneered and mocked.
Mu Qingli was confused. The fight was over, so why bother talking about seniority?
"Long Xu! Are they crazy? They are actually discussing seniority here!" Mu Qingli teased with a smile in a low voice.
"That's normal. People here attach great importance to people of high moral character and prestige. The order of old and young is clear, and the younger ones must not be disrespectful to the elders!" Long Xu also lowered his voice and said.
"Feng Lie! Back off! Don't waste time talking to them! Take the wounded in the tribe back for treatment!" Chi Yun said calmly.
"Retreat!" With the order, the people of the Baiwu tribe began to retreat with the wounded in their tribe.
"Stranger, I advise you to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible. Leave quickly while you can! None of the people in the Black Witch Clan are good people!" Chi Yun said this before leaving.
The people of the Black Witch Clan were angry but helpless when faced with Chi Yun's words.
When the people of the Black Witch Clan saw the people of the White Witch Clan retreating, they also planned to retreat.
"Don't listen to the nonsense of those people from the Baiwu tribe! They are not good people! They often provoke our tribe, either beating people or stealing things! They are simply bad!" The high priest turned his head and said to Mu Qingli and the others.
Mu Qingli and Fu Hongzhou looked at each other and said, "Haha, you both have your own reasons. We won't listen to one side of the story, and we won't believe anyone. We will find the answers ourselves!"
"Haha! Don't worry! High Priest, we won't listen to one side blindly!" Mu Qingli said with a smile.
"Now! You also know the ways to enter and exit our tribe. You can come and go at any time. We will not stop you maliciously! Even if you leave, you are welcome to visit us in the future!" The high priest said with confidence and sincerity.
"Thank you for your hospitality, High Priest!" Fu Hongzhou said coldly.
"It's getting dark. After the sun sets, wild beasts and poisonous insects will be rampant in the mountains! It's very dangerous! Why don't you stay in our tribe for one night!" The high priest smiled and said when he saw that Mu Qingli and the others did not believe what the Baiwu tribe said.
"Okay! Sorry to bother you then!" Mu Qingli nodded in agreement.
"Let's go! Let's go back!" The high priest waved his hand, and the people of the Black Witch Clan began to retreat in an orderly manner.
Shanwazi focused his attention on the ox cart, wanting to know where their ox cart was parked.
As the group was heading up the mountain, the high priest's ox cart separated from the others at a fork in the road at the foot of the mountain.
Their group still returned along the same route, but the high priest's ox cart went in another direction.
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