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Gu Yang led the team, stepping on the afterglow of the setting sun, and marched towards the city of the Cistanche tribe.

As they approached, the outline of the city gradually became clear, and the tall wooden walls stood in front of them like a giant, covered with vines and moss, blending into the surrounding forest.

The patrol leader led the way, his steps were steady and calm, as if every step was stepping on the rhythm in their hearts. Gu Yang and the team followed closely behind, and their eyes were involuntarily attracted by the magnificence of the city.

As they approached, the city gate slowly opened, and a faint woody and floral fragrance came to the nose, making people feel peaceful and comfortable. On both sides of the city gate stood the warriors of the Cistanche tribe, wearing green battle clothes, holding spears, and their eyes were alert and resolute.

Gu Yang led the team into the city gate, and their arrival attracted the attention of the residents in the city. The children of the Cistanche tribe curiously poked their heads out of their homes, while the adults were doing their work, looking up from time to time to examine the group of strangers.

The patrol leader led them through a series of wooden paths, with the residences of the Cistanche tribe on both sides of the road, simple and full of vitality. The residents' lives are closely related to nature. Their houses are built with renewable materials and coexist harmoniously with the surrounding environment.

Gu Yang couldn't help but respect the lifestyle of the Cistanche tribe. He thought silently in his heart that if the human race could live in harmony with nature like the Cistanche tribe, then many wars and destruction might not have happened.

Passing through residential areas and plantations, they finally came to the central area of ​​the city. There is an open square here. In the center of the square is a tall tree of life. The crown of the tree is like an umbrella covering the sky and the sun, full of greenery.

The patrol leader stopped and said to Gu Yang: "This is the heart of our Cistanche tribe, the tree of the god of Rong. You can rest in the inn nearby and set off again tomorrow morning."

Gu Yang thanked the patrol leader and led the team to the inn.

The inn is a two-story wooden building with a simple appearance but a warm atmosphere. The owner of the inn was a woman from the Cistanche tribe. She greeted them with a smile and told them about accommodation in fluent common language.

Under the guidance of the owner, the team members found their respective rooms. The room was clean and tidy, and outside the window was a lush garden. The fragrance of flowers drifted in with the wind, which was refreshing.

Gu Yang stood in front of the window of the room, looking at the garden outside, feeling both tired and peaceful. He knew that they could rest assured tonight and reserve strength for the upcoming journey.

As night fell, the city was brightly lit, and the residents of the Cistanche tribe began their nightlife. Children played in the square, and adults sat under the tree of life, sharing the day's harvest and stories.

Gu Yang and the members of the team were also invited to the evening party. They sat around the campfire, listening to the singing of the Cistanche people and the harmony of musical instruments, and feeling the unique cultural atmosphere of this tribe.

That night, Gu Yang and his team experienced an unforgettable cultural exchange in the city of the Cistanche tribe. Their hearts were temporarily settled here, and they were more determined to pursue peace and respect nature.

The next day, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the curtains on Gu Yang's face.

Gu Yang woke up in the morning light, and he moved his body gently, not wanting to disturb his teammates who were still sleeping in the warm quilt.

He put on his clothes, walked out of the room lightly, and came to the courtyard of the inn.

In the cool air, there was a hint of moist soil. The morning dew formed crystal beads on the petals. With the sound of Gu Yang's footsteps, a few petals occasionally fell gently.

He walked outside the inn and saw that the patrol captain was waiting there, obviously to lead them to a deeper understanding of the life of the Cistanche tribe. Gu Yang nodded to him, indicating that he was ready.

Soon, the other members of the team also woke up one after another. They were ready to go. The tranquility of last night has been transformed into today's vitality. Under the leadership of the patrol captain, Gu Yang led the team out of the inn and moved deep into the Cistanche tribe.

After passing through the square where the Rongshen Tree was located, they came to a winding path that led to Rongling Lake, the sacred place of the Rongrong people.

Gu Yang heard that in the Rongrong people's belief, Rongling Lake is a holy lake given by the gods, and the lake water can cleanse the soul and bring wisdom and enlightenment.

Along the way, the residents of the Rongrong people waved to them enthusiastically, and the children followed behind the team, whispering curiously.

Gu Yang noticed that there were some small pavilions for sacrifice and meditation between the houses and plantations here. These pavilions all faced the direction of Rongling Lake, as if paying tribute to the gods in the lake.

After half an hour of walking, Rongling Lake finally appeared in their sight. The lake water was clear and transparent, the lake surface was as calm as a mirror, and the mountains in the distance were reflected on the lake surface with perfect outlines.

By the lake, several Rongrong elders were performing a morning sacrificial ceremony. They held vanilla and petals and chanted ancient hymns in a low voice.

The patrol leader led Gu Yang and the team to the lakeside and greeted the elders.

The elders smiled kindly in response. One of them came forward and explained to Gu Yang in the common language: "This is our daily blessing ceremony. We believe that the gods of Rongling Lake will bless our people and this land."

Gu Yang nodded to show his understanding. He felt as if he was also infected by this sacred atmosphere.

He asked the elders to allow them to participate in the ceremony to show respect for the culture of the Cistanche tribe. The elders readily agreed and taught them how to use vanilla and petals for sacrifice.

As the ceremony progressed, everyone in the team paid great respect. They followed the instructions of the elders, scattered vanilla and petals on the lake, and whispered their blessings.

On the lake, the petals slowly spread with the ripples, as if conveying their voices.

As the last petal fell, the lake suddenly rippled in circles of subtle ripples, as if some power was awakening at the bottom of the lake.

Gu Yang and the team members held their breath and watched this scene intently.

The ripples became larger and larger, and gradually, a spiral water flow appeared in the center of the lake, splashing water, and in the interweaving of light and shadow, it seemed that there were light spots jumping on the water, flashing soft light.

When the elders saw this scene, their faces showed expressions of surprise and awe. They looked at each other, and then sang more passionate hymns in unison, and the sound echoed in the morning air, giving people a solemn and sacred feeling.

Gu Yang felt a warm breath rising from the lake, surrounding him and everyone in the team, and their bodies and minds seemed to be purified at this moment.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the center of the water flow, and a rainbow-like light band rose from the center of the lake and rushed into the sky. Under the illumination of this light band, the entire lake surface was dyed with a mysterious color.

Gu Yang and the members of the team were stunned. They had never seen such a wonderful sight. The patrol leader also witnessed such a miracle for the first time, and his face was full of shock.

The elders stopped chanting and showed a satisfied smile on their faces.

They explained to Gu Yang: "This is the miracle of Rongling Lake, and it is the response of the gods to our sacrifice. Your sincerity has touched the spirits in the lake, and they are expressing welcome and blessings in this way."

Gu Yang's heart was full of awe and gratitude. He bowed deeply to express his gratitude to the gods. The other members of the team also followed him to salute, thanking this rare grace.

Just as they were about to leave the lake, the light on the lake gradually dissipated, and the rainbow light band slowly disappeared in the air.

However, each of them was deeply impressed, and this experience will become an unforgettable memory in their lives.

Under the guidance of the elders, Gu Yang and the team slowly left Rongling Lake and embarked on the road back to the city. Their hearts were full of respect for the culture of the Cistanche tribe and awe of the mysterious power of nature.

On this day, they not only witnessed the sacred ceremony of the Cistanche tribe, but also felt the true meaning of harmonious coexistence with nature.

And the magical reaction of Rongling Lake made them believe that there are indeed miracles beyond imagination in this world.

In the afternoon, Gu Yang and the team continued to visit the villages of the Cistanche tribe under the guidance of the elders. Their next destination is the handicraft workshop of the Cistanche tribe, where traditional handicrafts of the tribe are made.

In the workshop, the air was filled with the mixed aroma of wood and herbs. The craftsmen of the Cistanche tribe were busy, either carefully carving wooden objects or weaving ornaments made of flowers and plants. Each work was full of natural breath and exquisite craftsmanship.

Gu Yang approached a craftsman who was weaving a flower basket, watching him skillfully weave various flowers and plants into shape, and couldn't help but admire the craftsman's craftsmanship.

The craftsman looked up and showed a friendly smile to Gu Yang. He briefly introduced the basic techniques of weaving in the common language and invited Gu Yang to try it himself.

Under the guidance of the craftsman, Gu Yang carefully selected a few flexible rattan sticks and began to try weaving. At first, his movements were a bit clumsy, but under the patient teaching of the craftsman, gradually, a small flower basket gradually took shape in his hands.

After the completion, Gu Yang's teammates gathered around and laughed approvingly at his "masterpiece". Gu Yang was also proud that he could make such a handicraft that was so close to nature with his own hands.

Afterwards, they visited the herb garden of the Cistanche tribe. Here, various precious medicinal materials are planted, and the pharmacists of the Cistanche tribe are picking and developing medicines.

Gu Yang and the team were impressed by the pharmacists' knowledge of medicinal herbs. They can not only introduce the effects of each herb in detail, but also make various ointments and potions for treating minor illnesses and pains.

In the herb garden, Gu Yang was attracted by a strange plant that emitted a faint glow. The pharmacist told him that this was the "spiritual light flower" that the Cistanche tribe regarded as a treasure. Its petals can purify the mind and help meditation and practice.

Gu Yang asked to pick a petal as a souvenir, and the pharmacist agreed and told him that the petal should be placed in clean water to maintain its spirituality and brilliance.

With deep respect for the culture of the Cistanche tribe, Gu Yang and the team ended the visit. On the way back to the inn, they discussed what they saw and heard today, and everyone's face was filled with satisfaction and joy.

Gu Yang thought to himself that this experience would become a valuable asset for their future journeys. The harmonious and natural lifestyle of the Cistanche tribe, as well as their respect and awe for nature, would be the guiding light for their future adventures.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Gu Yang stood in front of the door of the inn, took a deep breath of fresh air, and was filled with reluctance to leave. He turned around and said to his teammates who were still packing their bags at the door: "It's time for us to set off. A new journey awaits us."

The team members nodded. Although they had developed deep feelings for the lifestyle and culture of the Cistanche tribe, they knew that their mission was not yet completed and the journey had to continue.

A Cistanche elder smiled at them. He stepped forward and handed Gu Yang a beautifully carved wooden sign, saying, "This is the amulet of our Cistanche tribe. I hope it can protect you during your journey."

Gu Yang took the wooden sign and nodded gratefully. He knew that this was the sincerity of the Cistanche people. He hung it carefully around his neck.

The moment of farewell is always short and heavy. Gu Yang's team and the patrol leader waved goodbye to the innkeeper and the elders of the Cistanche tribe, and then set out on the road to leave the Cistanche city.

They walked through the familiar streets and squares and passed the great Cistanche tree again. Gu Yang looked up at it and silently promised to come back again.

The gate of the city slowly opened, and the sun shone through the cracks in the door, illuminating their way. Gu Yang led the team and followed the patrol captain, stepped out of the city, and set foot on the winding mountain road again.

Their backs gradually went away until they disappeared at the bend of the mountain road, and the city of the Cistanche tribe slowly disappeared from sight.

During the journey, Gu Yang thought about what they saw and heard in the city of the Cistanche tribe, and every detail echoed in his mind. He knew that these experiences would become the nourishment of their souls and the power for them to fight against future challenges.

The team marched on the mountain road. Although the road was rugged, their steps were firm, because they believed that as long as they had awe of nature and the pursuit of peace in their hearts, no difficulties would be feared.

Gu Yang looked back, and the land that once gave them warmth and wisdom had gradually blurred on the horizon. He sighed softly, then turned his head and looked forward with a firm gaze.

At the end of the mountain road, there was an unknown world, a new world waiting for them to explore. Gu Yang knew that this was just a chapter in their journey, and their story was still being written. (End of this chapter)