Chief don't slap in the face

"Ok!"

Xia Ye blinked: "There is more!"

"Did it get smaller or smaller?"

Xia Lingyue gently rubbed her younger brother's brows, helping him to relax.

"There are still nine!"

Xia Ye put on the blindfold again, and the light ball disappeared immediately: "Don't worry, you're not blind anyway!"

"Even if he is blind, my brother is still handsome."

Xia Lingyue checked the door, and after making sure that no one was peeping, she got under the bed board, took a stone knife, dug up the soil, and took out a large ball of sackcloth.

"what?"

Xia Ye took it, it had been buried for an unknown how long, the linen was rotten.

"Open it, it's yours now!"

Xia Lingyue's eyes were a little sad, because this was her father's relic.

The sackcloth was torn open, revealing a wooden box about one and a half feet square. I don’t know how many years it had been buried in the ground, but it didn’t show any signs of decay. Like jumping out.

This is definitely from the hands of a master.

"The carving is great!"

Xia Ye praised that the charm of every ancient beast and raptor is revealed through lines, but the most eye-catching thing is the pattern in the center.

Words are not words!It looks like a beast but not a beast!

"This should be a totem, right?"

Xia Ye guessed.

In this post-civilization era, people believe that the totem is the carrier of the soul of the ancestors. If you sacrifice to it and worship it, you will get the protection and protection of the ancestors. Over time, the totem has become a belief and symbol of a tribe, representing the history of the tribe, Culture, and the future!

Seeing her sister nodding, Xia Ye thought for a while, but couldn't find a similar totem in his mind, at least it didn't exist around the Xia tribe.

"Don't ask me, I don't know, this is a treasure that my father thinks is more important than life!"

Xia Lingyue sighed: "He always said that the tribe should be restored to its former glory!"

Xia Wuan is a refugee!

The so-called refugees are people who were displaced after the tribe perished. When Xia Wuan was wandering, he met the previous generation of Xia patriarch. Let the Xia clan gain a firm foothold in the brutal tribal war, and he has become the veritable number one hero of the Xia tribe.

"Is this the totem of my father's tribe?"

Xia Ye opened the wooden box.

There are three grids inside, lined with thick silk, and on the far left is a bronze dagger.

Xia Lingyue glanced at her younger brother. This is an expensive bronze ware. Common items can be sold for hundreds of knives in the market, not to mention father's relics, but my younger brother didn't show any ecstasy or shock. The clouds are calm and the wind is light.

Xia Lingyue is very satisfied with being so calm and obviously someone who does great things.

Xia Ye drew his sword!

Choking.

The blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a clear sound, like birdsong, extremely pleasant.

"Good sword!"

Xia Ye praised.

Even though the casting time has been long and untestable, this sword is still as clean as new, it reflects the light of charcoal fire, that kind of gorgeous and elegant, just like the dance steps of gods in costumes!

"It's called Song of the Four Seasons!"

Xia Lingyue reached out her hand and put it on the blade, a feeling of icy coldness refreshed her heart, and the irritability and restlessness in her heart disappeared instantly.

"Good name! So beautiful!"

With just one glance, Xia Ye fell in love with it. The blade is one foot long and three fingers wide, without a sharp edge, and the arc is light and smooth, interpreting the natural beauty.

What is even more amazing is that the sword body and scabbard are cast with four season patterns of spring seed, summer growth, autumn harvest and winter storage!

Like a song!Like poetry!picturesque!

The strands of lines reveal the breath of time, and the contours of the knives have the taste of life, quiet and peaceful, happiness and perfection.

This is a sacrificial sword!

"No wonder there is no Kaifeng!"

Xia Ye sighed, and looked at her sister with some uncertainty: "Give it to me?"

Xia Lingyue rolled her eyes: "What do you think? If you get a cheap price, you'll still be a good boy!"

"hey-hey!"

Xia Ye scratched his hair, put down the bronze sword, picked up the relic in the first grid on the right, and pulled the animal hide, which contained a stone.

"what is this?"

Xia Ye was puzzled.

The stone is as big as a walnut, translucent, and there seems to be a cluster of flames burning in the middle.

"The spirit of the ancestors!"

After Xia Lingyue finished speaking, Xia Ye shook his hand and almost threw the stone out.

"You are going to die, smash it, and the hope of the tribe's reconstruction is over!"

Xia Lingyue quickly snatched the stone back and carefully wrapped it in animal skin.

"When you go to the wasteland and find a suitable land, take it out as a sacrifice, and the spirit of the ancestors will build an ancestor altar and light the fire of the altar!"

"understood!"

Xia Ye looked dignified. The establishment of any tribe started with the ancestral altar. It was the first and most core building. With the tribe perishing.

As long as the altar of the ancestors stands upright, no matter how the tribe is beaten and crippled, there is a chance to make a comeback.