Chapter 407

The ancestral god told me that, through the forest, there was a land suitable for a tribe. However, if possible, I would still like to go back to Jiuyuan. "

Bai Yan also hopes that Yan Mo and others can go back to Jiuyuan. He doesn't know what is on the land that passes through the forest, but he thinks that there will always be red salt there.

I have almost figured out a way to go back now, but it will take a while. "Yan Mo is confident.

Bai Yan believes that this young man has already created many miracles in the Moroccan market. And he has also seen the human-faced bird that only grows bigger and smaller. If there are not so many slaves, Yan Mo and others can easily go back and forth. With the size of the giant bird, plus the three of them probably won't. Too much, so he was very relaxed, and he was very optimistic about the prospect of this trip.

By the way, the monkey wine and the jar you talked to the mountain god before, ahem, if the ancestor god agrees, can you teach us too? "

Yan Mo turned around and smiled mysteriously. Monkey wine is not good. It is the wine specially given to monkeys by God. No one can brew it except them. "

what. "Bai Yan expressed regret.

The mandrill, who had been eavesdropping along the way, could not help scratching his face when he heard the words. He must have obtained the brewing method of monkey wine and the jars for the wine!

The three snake men were guests, and Yan Mo let them move freely, but the three of Bai Yan said that they came here to help them, and Yan Mo could use it at will.

Yan Mo was very happy with the three people's current affairs, and he also gave them enough respect.

Two days later, Da He led more than 200 Yanshan people to the valley.

Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo didn't come forward directly, they all arranged for Dahe and Shengu.

The faces of the Yanshan clansmen were unease and doubts. They surrounded the patriarch and the sacrificial priests tightly and did not dare to run around. They didn't understand how the man named Dahe could lead them to walk in the dense forest. Not only did those big red monkeys not attack them, but they also showed them the way. Even because those big red monkeys had no wild shòu following them along the way, so much so that None of them got here left behind or disappeared for no apparent reason.

Then they saw many, many warriors in this small valley! Although these warriors did not have the fifth level, there were quite a few fourth-level warriors, and their patriarch was only fourth-level.

But these warriors listened to the words of two people, including Dahe, a warrior they thought was already very powerful. Those two people were just like those Moorish people, and they didn't have any tattoos on their faces.

And these two people are no strangers to some Yanshan people.

The Yanshan patriarch and the priest wanted to talk to Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo, but they couldn't find a chance. Those two people were very busy and often entered the forest. When they came back, they would talk to their warrior leaders. It seems that he forgot that there is an additional Yanshan clan here, or does he not care?

In addition to the Yanshan patriarch and the priest who were anxious, there were also a few people who looked wrong.

Hei Qi didn't tell his family that Yan Mo was probably Hei Jiu, but he looked at his mother's expression, like he recognized it, but also didn't seem to recognize it. His father and brother were rather careless, they only muttered when the family was together that the young priest looks a bit like a black cunning, "Hahaha, how is this possible" and ignored it.

But Hei Qi didn't expect that there was another person who recognized Hei Jiao, and he seemed to be more certain than his mother. He tried to find a chance to talk to Yan Mo several times, but he was called by the guy next to him before he approached Yan Mo. The hairy warrior who answered was scared back.

This person is a girl named Heixiang, about the same age as Heijiao, and he and Heijiao often play together.

But Heijiao is too weak, his combat power is low, and he is a bit silly. Heiqi and the others never thought that Heixiang would like Heijiao, and they didn't expect Heixiang to be a Heijiao woman. Later, Heixiang did indeed become the woman of another second-level warrior, but that second-level warrior died in the battle with the She people.

Heiqi saw that Heixiang went to their mother to talk, and I don't know what the two of them said. The mother's expression was a little excited, and her gaze towards Yan Mo became urgent.

Hedge didn't like this kind of development, and he hoped that no one would disturb the boy, especially his family. Heiqi is very smart, so he also knows clearly that Yan Mo might take care of them more secretly, but if they want to recognize their relatives, this advantage might also disappear.

Yan Mo didn't know Hei Qi was tangled in his heart, and he didn't see the desire of Yanshan Patriarch and others to be eager to talk to them.

He didn't want the Yanshan people to put themselves in a special position. He wanted them to know clearly that they were no different from the slaves they bought, and they were not even better than the war slaves. war of trust.

And he is also very busy, there are too many things to do, he can only arrange according to the priority.

Yesterday evening, Cai Shi and others brought Xuan Guī and the boat.

Early this morning, Yuan Zhan arranged for the first group of people to board the ship, all women and children.

Because they had to bring enough food, all three hundred women and children could not come, and nearly one hundred people were left behind.

Yan Mo asked Jiufeng to let it follow him for a while, so as to prevent Moore from doing anything secretly. At the same time, he had Meng quickly rush back to Jiuyuan and informed the warriors in the tribe to come out to meet the ship.

At noon, Yuan Zhan came back, left the prey that came along the way, walked over and squatted by the stream to wash his hands, and by the way asked the person sitting on the big rock by the stream, what were they thinking? The brow furrowed so deeply. "

Yan Mo turned his head,

Thinking of Jiuyuan, since this morning, I have had a strange feeling in my heart, and I can't say it, I always feel that it is not very good. "

The original warrior paused, you asked Jiufeng to take you back, here is me. "

Yan Mo shook his head and smiled, but I didn't have a hunch, maybe it's just that people can't send them off all at once, and I feel uneasy. And I'm gone, who communicates with Brother Mandrill? The big water tank and altar we promised to send him have not yet been made. "

Now Brother Mandrill will come and swing around from time to time to see if its water tank and water altar are ready, and sometimes he will grab some things and go away.

But just because of the presence of mandrills, the Moroccans did not dare to set up camp at the edge of the forest, even if they did not say entering the dense forest, but hid relatively far away. Qi Hao, who was staying in the valley to recover from his injuries and being a hostage by the way, was also relatively quiet.

Yuan Zhan looked up at a sheltered place opposite the stream, where there was smoke, and the pottery team led by the young Xia Yu was busy there. They didn't seem to be very skilled in how to make pottery. It is said that Xia Yu turned out to be them The disciples of the great witch of the clan have always followed suit, and have never personally managed a pottery making.

Yan Mo also looked towards the opposite side.

The pottery technique used by Xia Yu is probably the roughest. They found some suitable clay along the river beach. After returning, they put the soil into the stream to rinse, and washed away the stones and roots inside. The clay is taken out and shaped, and then built into a fire with wood, and the pinch mud is directly placed on the fire for barbecue.

But Yan Mo remembered that no matter whether it was pottery or porcelain, it seemed that a kiln had to be dug, or a kiln built with mud bricks. But he didn't know much about pottery and porcelain.

Is that burnt pottery? It seems simple and not very useful. Yuan Zhan curled his lips with disdain. He had seen the things made by Xia Yu and others. It would be good if two or three pieces did not shatter each time they were fired, but let alone a large water tank, even a slightly larger bowl and plate would not break. It was easy to burn well, and only a few were snatched away by the mandrill, but since he and Yan Mo were not rare, they pretended not to really try to snatch them back.

A mocking sneer appeared on the corner of Yan Mo's mouth, haven't you seen it yet? They are hiding, probably wanting to see if I can really make better porcelain than pottery as I told them before. If I don't speak, they can just keep fooling around. "Tsk, these primitive people are not all honest.

Yuan Zhan's face immediately cooled down, his tone was calm, but the meaning was extremely cruel, so these people didn't need to stay. "

Yan Mo raised his hand and shook it, no, they still have some use, what I know is only roughly, the Ancestral God has taught me too much knowledge, and I can't remember every one of them clearly. The methods of pinching are relatively sophisticated, which cannot be hidden. You don't think it's easy to make a bowl and plate, you try it yourself... You don't have to, just try it with someone else, the more seemingly simple things are, the more difficult it is to do well, these all require experience . "Some require a certain talent.

But they are not honest. "

It's okay, when I was brought back by you, I didn't dare to show everything I knew. This is probably also a kind of biological instinct. And this failure rate is just right for Brother Mandrill to see that the water tank is not so easy to make. Put them at the end and I will give them a chance. If they still don’t know how to recognize the reality, you will take another shot. "

Yuan Zhan listened to Yan Mo's comparison with his previous behavior, and then thought about the changes of the boy at that time and now, he couldn't help reaching out and ruffled the boy's hair. His personality hasn't changed much, he's still not very pleasing, and he's wicked, but at least his Mo no longer looks at him with hatred.

Yan Mo threw an eye knife at him, and said with disgust: Can you stop messing with my hair like Jiu Feng, if it weren't for my body's self-recovery, Lao Tzu's head would have been bald long ago! "

Bald is bald. "Yuan Zhan didn't think there was anything wrong with Yan Mo's baldness. He didn't like long hair. Since he had a bone knife, he would cut his hair every once in a while to avoid lice.

Yan Mo saw that his head was shaved like a dog, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He beckoned him to sit in front of him, and took out scissors to trim it for him. He doesn't know how to cut his hair either, but if he does it, at least it doesn't look long in the east and short in the west, and in some places you can still see the scalp!

Yuan Zhan likes this time the most. Mo will not only cut his hair, but also press his head. Sometimes when he is in a good mood, he will let him rest on his lap to wash his hair.

Yan Mo fiddled with Yuan Zhan with the feeling of washing domestic animals. Seeing that he was so comfortable, he couldn't help pinching his plump ears.