Rune Master

"How is that possible!" I was born and bred in the Western Continent, the man got anxious and immediately pulled out a few of them and showed them to his eyes, "...isn't it still blue."

Ouch, it hurts so much to pull out his hair in vain!

"Huh? It's really blue." The person before looked closer, scratching his head embarrassedly, "Ah, there is too much fog inside, maybe I was wrong."

When the rest of the people heard the movement, they all followed the reputation.

The tent is filled with white steaming water vapor, vaguely mixed with a trace of blue, which makes it difficult to see clearly. Even if the distance between the two is less than a few steps, there is a layer of fog between them.

Lan Yuemang went to the door and lifted the curtain, and the cold wind blowing in from outside would blow away the moisture inside.

Seeing that more than a dozen people completely changed their faces, the blue petrified hair and skin disappeared, and they were no longer lifeless as before, and they looked vigorous and energetic.

Lan Yueqing had an oval face, even without makeup, she was extremely beautiful, seeing the changes in the people around her, she touched the side of her face in disbelief.

It was the first time in six months that I touched cheeks that were elastic but not stiff.

The next moment, she covered her face and burst into tears.

"Yueqing." Lan Yuemang was happy but at a loss, slowly hugged her sister and patted her on the back, "It's all over, it's over, your illness is really cured."

"Okay? Alright!" The rest laughed out loud in surprise.

What's more, he took off all his clothes and patted his bare chest with joy that he had never felt before, "God of water, I thank you!"

Yes, as soon as I heard it, I knew that this person was from the Water God Tribe.

"Hahaha, I want to see my daughter, my lovely Yueli!" The other person took off his clothes, waved his arms like crazy, and rushed out of the tent wearing only a pair of trousers.

Lan Yueshu, who was still holding a spoon, was dumbfounded, "Does this soup really have no side effects?"

It can be said that not only the people of the same clan, but also the people of the snake god tribe were taken aback.

Suddenly, a bare-armed man burst out from the temporary tent, screaming and cheering. He was startled by the woman who was about to wash by the river while holding a change of clothes, and ran away screaming.

"The people of the Lijiahe tribe have no problem with their brains, right?" The youth of the snake god tribe picked up the bone spear at hand, ready to deal with the unexpected situation that may arise next.

"It looked normal yesterday." Another person responded, raising his weapon as well.

Although they have accepted this foreign tribe, the short time together is not enough for them to give enough trust.

In another tent, Jing Chen, Lan Yuefeng and the old patriarch were discussing the New God Ceremony.

Hearing the commotion outside, Lan Yuefeng stood up uncontrollably, walked to the edge of the tent and gently raised the corner of the curtain. After seeing the situation clearly, she couldn't hide her excitement, "Sage, it's done!"

The old patriarch didn't know, so he leaned over and took a look, "Although the environment in the northwest wasteland is not as good as that in the inland area, it won't make your clansmen despise you to the point of madness, right?"

Lan Yuefeng laughed loudly, turned to the old patriarch and said, "To be honest, we should have informed earlier."

"Among the members of the tribe, more than a dozen people have bluestone disease." His tone was apologetic.

"Blue stone disease?" The old patriarch stroked his beard and recalled, "I seem to have heard of it somewhere, oh, among the people who entered the Northwest in the early years, I heard that some of them also got this disease and came to seek refuge."

"Early years?" Lan Yuefeng asked curiously, "Is there no such disease in the northwest wasteland?"

The old patriarch shook his head, "I have never heard of it, but some tribes suffer from thirst due to lack of water resources."

Lan Yuefeng didn't expect that the northwest wasteland knew nothing about bluestone disease, and he couldn't help hating the sacrificial hall that distributed the health pills even more.

"What about the group of people who entered in the early years?" Jing Chen said, "Is there any news later?"

The old patriarch still shook his head, "You have also seen the environment of the wasteland in the northwest. The land is barren and cannot be used for animal husbandry. The wild animals are several times stronger than your inland ones. Many people lose sight of them as they walk."

Even some powerful tribes in the northwest have to survive the cold wave in winter and the outbreak of beast tide from time to time, which will hurt many people every year.

Not to mention the fugitives who contracted blue stone disease and were chased here, living in no fixed place.

Jing Chen was not surprised by this result.

Lan Yuefeng put down the curtain and was silent for a while.

That's right, without the escort of Jingchen and Keshu, maybe their Lijiahe tribe would have died on the way just like the refugees in earlier years.

"Don't mention sad things." Lan Yuefeng forced a smile, "Now that Lanshi's disease has been cured, we can do our best to raise the new god ceremony."

"By the way, speaking of this, you didn't enshrine the Moon God." The old patriarch interjected, "Which god are you going to convert to now?"

This... Lan Yuefeng looked at Asura, who was sleeping soundly on the soft couch, and said without confidence, "That's the one, honored as the God of Flame."

The old patriarch did not question the weight of the "new god", but respected him in awe, "I knew that the few black-haired lords you brought with me must be one of the gods, right? .”

Lan Yuefeng, "..."

Jing Chen, identified as a certain god, "..."

"I was going to tell you that according to the ancient rules, sacrifices are divided into three levels." The old patriarch said, "We did the highest standard one not long ago. The sacrifices alone took nine days to prepare, and finally invited snakes The Lord God has come."

"Since this lord has an old relationship with lord Snake God." He looked at Asura and said respectfully, "It must be according to this specification."

Jing Chen swallowed the words "keep everything simple, don't need to be too grand", seeing the old patriarch eager to try, he looked at Lan Yuefeng with a wry smile.

With the old patriarch offering to help, the next thing will be much easier.

People from the Snake God Tribe joined the ranks of preparing the sacrifices. Walking on the road these days, busy scenes can be seen everywhere.

And since they don't have their own altar, in addition to preparing sacrifices, the people of the Lijiahe tribe have to build a new altar at the place where they planned to settle down.

This is not a small project, but with Ke Shu and An Liu present, as well as a few sages captured from the sacrificial hall, not much effort was spent on materials.

During this period, the people of the Inugami Tribe brought food in exchange for prisoners of war, and it was a little confusing to see the changes in the Zombie Tribe.

After investigating the reason, the leader of the Inugami tribe who had brought people to attack exclaimed in surprise, "Xin Shen Ji Ceremony, are you going to abandon your faith?"

A young man happened to pass by carrying the wood used to build the altar behind him, interrupting their conversation, "Please make way."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you." The person who led the way for the leader of the Inugami tribe said, "I haven't finished the task of collecting sacrifices assigned by the chief, so I won't give them away."

Only the remaining members of the Inugami tribe looked at each other in blank dismay.

Not far away, the people of the Lijiahe tribe and the snake god tribe live in harmony, transporting building materials and ingredients back and forth, and the scene is very lively.

"They must be crazy!" said the short young man who had just been released as a prisoner of war.

No matter how the people sent by other tribes to investigate reported the recent situation of the snake god tribe, the preparations for the New God Festival were proceeding in an orderly manner.

Six days passed in a blink of an eye, with the experience of previous festivals and the "joint efforts" of several sages, the originally scheduled nine days were brought forward three days.

The day was just dim and bright, and people who had been busy for several days finally got a good night's sleep and greeted the coming of a new day with full energy.

In the sky, the morning glow reflects different levels of red. The mountains on the wasteland in the northwest are not lush, and a few bald dead trees on the top of the mountain can be vaguely seen swaying.

On the unfinished residence of the Lijiahe Tribe, the altar is filled with offerings.

Roasted animal meat, fresh fruits and vegetables, fish and shrimp caught from the river, as long as it is food that can be collected, are all put on the table.

All the clansmen gathered around the altar, looking solemn.

Lan Yuejing slowly walked up the steps in a heavy dress, different from the usual animal skin clothes, this is a unique cloth in the Holy City obtained when he was certified as a guide.

Although the surface is rough and the craftsmanship needs to be improved, it can still stand out among the people who generally wear animal fur clothing.

There is no way, there is no sacrifice in the tribe, and people from other tribes, such as the old patriarch of the Snake God tribe, can't be presided over. Lan Yuejing, who knows a little bit, can only bite the bullet.

"Xingzhe, I've actually wanted to ask for a long time." Lan Yuemang said in a low voice, "How advanced is your Eastern Continent's textile technology?"

For a long time, whether it was Jing Chen and Ke Shu, or Ling Yi who met later, most of the time they were wearing their own clothes.

The tailoring fits well, the fabrics are exquisite, and there are complicated embroidery patterns in some places. According to Lan Yuejing, these skills have only been seen when he traveled to the mainland and passed through the Holy City.

Moreover, they are all clothes that can only be worn by people of the level of high priests and the royal family.

"Ah?" To what extent?Jing Chen thought that there are craftsmen who can harvest thunder for clothing, which should be regarded as a kind of textile technology, "It's very high, beyond imagination."

"Hush." ​​Lanyue Fengwang came over, made a silent gesture, and pointed to the altar, "It's about to start."

The braziers scattered around were ignited, and the special fragrance of plants and trees permeated the air.

Everyone was silent, even the child in his arms became quiet when he felt the atmosphere, staring at Lan Yuejing without blinking.

Apart from the Lijiahe Tribe, the Snake God Tribe is also there, but they are all standing on the periphery a little farther away. As a spectator, they can roughly see the situation inside.

"Patriarch." The young man next to the old patriarch said anxiously, "It seems that there has never been a precedent for holding a new god ceremony in our northwest wasteland."

The young man's name is Dong Ge, and he is the leader of hunting in the tribe. The bone spear in his hand never escapes, and this moment is no exception.

"Do you think you will." He hesitated, "Will you be condemned by God?"

Everyone in the wasteland in the northwest believes in the ferocious beast god, believing that it can bring them endless power in hunting. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and no tribe has ever changed their belief.

Even the Scorpion God and the Crane God Tribe, who had already been exterminated in the beast tide, firmly believed that their gods would bring them new hope until the last moment.

"God's condemnation?!" The person next to him who heard this was shocked, with a look of horror on his face.

"Nonsense!" The old patriarch turned into a brainless fan in an instant, and his fighting power was fully activated. "Isn't a god who can make friends with Lord Snake God more worthy of worship than the Moon God?"

"Besides, if the Moon God has a spirit, why did they flee to the northwest wasteland?"

Pulling the line of sight to the outside, the tribes of wolf gods, eagle gods, and dog gods gathered in the wasteland outside.

They stood on the high ground and could see the outline of the altar from a distance, as well as the Lijiahe tribe and the snake god tribe who surrounded it twice.

"They held a sacrifice some time ago, and I heard that's how the giant python was invited." The leader of the Wolf God Tribe said in a deep voice, "I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but I didn't expect to pay for two months of food because of it." cost."

The food shortage in the wasteland in the northwest, not to mention two months, even 20 days is enough for him to feel distressed for a long time.

"Don't talk about it, we are not much better than you." The leader of the Eagle God Tribe said, "The snake tribe is cunning by nature, and that old man is full of bad luck. I think there is that giant python and the invited gods. This year After the beast tide is over, they will be the largest tribe in the northwest wasteland."

"How about we also come to sacrifice?" The leader of the wolf god tribe suggested, "Maybe we can invite our gods."

"Don't." The leader of the Inugami Tribe hurriedly said, "I'm afraid of your wolf clan's moon-screaming ceremony. Besides, what they are holding now is not a ceremony for inviting gods, but a ceremony for new gods."

"New God?" The leaders of the Wolf God Tribe and the Eagle God Tribe froze for a moment, "They are. Want to change their beliefs?!"

This kind of thing is definitely not a trivial matter in the northwest wasteland or inland, or even in the whole Blue Leaf Small World.

Lan Yuejing knelt on the altar, clasped his hands above his head, his face could not be seen clearly in his loose robe.

The singing sound suddenly sounded, low and long.

There is a long transition between each word and the next word. When all the words are put together, it is difficult to understand the meaning at first glance.

I only felt that the voice that fell into my ears seemed to come from a long time ago, through the ancient times.

The scene was silent, and everyone was immersed in listening to the chanting.

"I sense the energy fluctuations of heaven and earth." Jing Chen's voice came into Duobao Pagoda, "Sure enough, every small world has its own uniqueness."

If the foundation of the small world of runes is the Dao, then the small world of blue leaves should be a unique culture of gods.

Of course, if there is no sacrificial hall, perhaps this world can develop faster.

"This reminds me of some past events." After saying this, Feng Ji didn't say anything more.

Jing Chen, who didn't wait for the next text, "..."

The prelude and foreshadowing didn't take too long, and I focused my attention on carefully listening to the words recited by Lan Yuejing. It probably meant to thank the heaven, earth and all the gods, and then send the old gods away and usher in the new gods.

Finished.

Next is Asura's playing time, because the new god is not illusory, so naturally he has to go to the altar to accept the offerings from his tribe.

The scene was solemn, after Lan Yuejing finished speaking the last sentence, she turned her gaze to Jingchen.

"Yeah, yeah." Asura was uncomfortable being watched by the crowd, so he just hugged his head and crawled into Jingchen's arms, only willing to show his back no matter how coaxed.

Feeling that Asura's mood was different through the contract, Jing Chen was very puzzled, and walked a few steps closer to the altar against everyone's eyes.

"What is that?" Feng Ji was still asking, but whether he could get an answer was another matter.

In the center of the altar, apart from the offerings spread all over the ground, a beam of bright light can be vaguely seen shooting down through the gap in the clouds.

It is extremely light, it is not ordinary sunlight, it is more like a collection of energy from heaven and earth.

In other words, except for Jing Chen and the sages in the sacrificial hall, no one else could notice it.

"Go, take the Jade of Life." Feng Ji said suddenly, "Don't let Asura approach you again."

Jing Chen paused, "What's in it?"

"It was originally a small world, but it condensed into a boundary fire after it collapsed." Feng Ji said, "The direct energy projection to other small worlds is exclusive, which will cause the power of laws to collide."

"Sage, why don't you come forward?" Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Lan Yuefeng walked over quickly, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any concern?"

Handing Ashura who was trembling in his arms to Ling Yi, Jing Chen thought for a while and said, "It's a little troublesome, is there still time to change people?"

"!" Lan Yuefeng was dumbfounded, "This is the New God Festival."

The original intention was to replace the Moon God with the Flame God, but the ceremony has not yet been completed, so is it possible to replace the Flame God with another god?

"But you have seen the situation." Jing Chen helplessly looked at Asura who was shivering in Ling Yi's arms.

At this time, because the ceremony did not continue, a small commotion had already been caused.

In the huge field, only Lan Yuejing seemed a little calmer.

Lan Yuefeng also noticed Asura's state, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.Is it too much to force a child to be their belief?

"May I ask who is the sage going to replace?" Lan Yuefeng asked in a low voice.

Jing Chen touched the soul jade in his arms, and decided to accept Feng Ji's suggestion, "Can you see me?"