Mountains and seas can be flat

Although his eyes are blindfolded, Fang Zheng can still roughly distinguish the direction from the shaking amplitude of up, down, left, and right.Moreover, the blindfold was not carefully woven, and there were some gaps in it for light to pass through.They first passed the bamboo forest, then turned up the slope, walked a few miles of bumpy mountain roads, and descended to the water's edge.They were carried onto a small boat.The boat sailed across several rocky beaches in a rather thrilling manner, and then entered a dark cave.

They walked through the crypt for a while and emerged, appearing to come to a wide open terrace.Fang Zheng listened to the increasingly noisy voices around him, thinking about the density of people...

After walking for a while, the sound of people around became less and less.If that is the most prosperous place of the tribe, Fang Zheng secretly heaves a sigh of relief, it is not the "tens of thousands of people" metropolitan settlement that Elder Ming Ye mentioned, the maximum number of people is a few thousand.

They were carried into a shadow, and finally stopped.Fang Zheng guessed that this was the gate of the destination, and heard the leading soldier talking to someone in front:

"Two outsiders were arrested, and they also came to find the emperor's tomb. I want to see the Chief Secretary—"

"The Chief Secretary hasn't recovered yet, let's take them down first."

The leading soldier raised his voice: "Is the Chief Director here?"

"Of course, but he has to recuperate."

There was a rush of footsteps, and the soldier couldn't help shouting: "Chief Chief! Chief Chief! Can you hear me!"

"Don't be so loud! Go back!"

"These two people are here for the emperor's tomb. These things are very important. Whether there are other people, how to strengthen the outer barrier, and how many people should be organized to patrol, the Chief Director has to make up his mind!"

"When the Chief Secretary is ready, we will report to him—"

In the midst of the noise, Fang Zheng was dragged away by those soldiers again. Through the sackcloth covering his eyes, he vaguely saw himself coming to a stilted building full of wooden piles underneath.The stilt-style building is a wooden house supported by picket wood at the bottom and people living at the top.This structure has many advantages, such as raising livestock underneath, smoking mosquitoes, waterproof and moisture-proof, etc.

The sky was too dark, and the low-visibility sight could not see what animals were in the fence, but Fang Zheng heard the snoring of pigs, and it seemed that this was a tribe that already knew how to domesticate pigs.In the next second, Fang Zheng was even confirmed this judgment. He was prevaricated by the soldiers behind him and stuffed under the wooden fence, which was divided into small areas by wooden stakes. A horizontal bar, humming weakly a few times.

Hearing the sound, Lianfeng was imprisoned in the dry pen under the opposite house.There were sounds of people walking around with weapons on these two wooden houses, probably where their soldiers were on duty.

Fang Zheng listened intently for a while, and then broke the rope on his hand silently.It's not that those people are not tied tightly, but that Fang Zheng is stronger.

Fang Zheng didn't care about being dirty by the smelly pigsty, he quietly climbed to the side of the wooden fence in the middle to feel how tame the pigs were.There are three adult pigs imprisoned under this wooden pen, and there is also a litter of piglets that cannot be seen clearly.Fang Zheng stretched his hand over the fence and could only touch one end. There were still some bristles on his body, his fangs were much smaller, and his physique was still thin.

Fang Zheng knew how civilized this tribe was.According to the archeology of later generations, this may be related to the late Neolithic settlements in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River that were able to tame pigs and build stilts.Of course, Fang Zheng didn't know about the various archaeological achievements after the 20s, and the rice more than 80 years ago was also excavated from there.

The sound of the soldiers walking above stopped after a while. In the dead of night, the people on guard probably also fell into a brief doze.

The wooden railing was not locked, and copper locks were not invented in this era. The wooden railings were all sharpened and stuck in the soil. Fang Zheng pulled out two of the middle railings gently and silently, which was not considered unbreakable. Plugged it back in again.

Fang Zheng can climb out, but he doesn't want to do that. The distribution of buildings here is not clear. Who knows if he will encounter patrolling soldiers when he climbs out.Fang Zheng decided to adopt another thing that made him stronger in the first place——

When Fang Zheng was grinding the tentacles of the "Da Qinglong" into black powder, he didn't wash his fingers thoroughly once, and the powder seeped from his nails.Fang Zheng was almost poisoned to death that night. His fingers were swollen as thick as a bulging sausage, and he was in so much pain.Fortunately, there was some Tai Sui meat temporarily placed in Fang Zheng's room. Fang Zheng had to soak his fingers in it, but the Tai Sui meat actually started to smoke. After a night of constant replacement of the poison, Fang Zheng's finger finally returned to normal , but the color has become a bit darker, and the most changed is the nails, which have become thicker by about half a millimeter, like a small diamond knife, no matter what kind of wood it is, as long as it is scratched lightly, the poison will corrode. After a while the block of wood rotted.

At first Fang Zheng was very worried, always afraid that he would accidentally be poisoned again and damage the wooden tableware or bed at home.At that time, he was learning the third move on the tortoise shell.After learning it, he could feel a small piece hidden under the nail, and gradually he was able to control the piece to retract into the nail and dormant quietly, and then control it to come out of the nail a little bit when needed.Fang Zheng also tried to find a way to force it out, but he didn't know whether it was because he didn't have enough skills, or the thing was too stubborn, and he just refused to leave.He didn't think it would be harmful to his body at all, so Fang Zheng left it there, and it could be of great use when collecting wood.

Fang Zheng named it "Little Poison Piece".

Usually Fang Zheng puts this small poison tablet in his nails, it is only effective on wood, Fang Zheng has no other needs except to use it to cut down some trees that cannot be cut down by stone tools.Now that it has a place to use, Fang Zheng pushed the small poison piece out of his nails a little bit, and then lightly scratched a centimeter or so below the wooden board at the corner of the dry fence. The blackness continued to spread, and the thick wooden board was quickly corroded. A palm-sized area.

Fang Zheng pulled out a sharpened wooden fence and dug out those black corroded areas without making a sound.Then swept aside, the uncorroded area above has become very thin.Fang Zheng dug out a small hole the size of an eye in a silent way, and the fire did not shine through, which made Fang Zheng even more relieved-the oil torch has been extinguished, and it is very likely to fall asleep.

Fang Zheng uses the small poison flakes in his nails, and slowly corrodes and expands the corner hole until a hand can pass through - this is a wonderful technique that Fang Zheng discovered when he was practicing the third move - Fang Zheng temporarily called it "shrinking hands" Gong", as long as one hand can pass, his body can also pass.However, Fang Zheng has not mastered it very well, and now is an excellent opportunity to practice.

Fang Zheng cleaned up the corroded things at the entrance of the hole, put a hand up in the dark, held his breath, and used the third move on the tortoise shell to shrink up.In the darkness, no one could see a shadow appearing in the room.

It's just that he didn't use it proficiently, and Fang Zheng still made a slight "crack" sound when he turned it up.

Fang Zheng also walked silently. With his better eyesight than ordinary people, he saw clearly that there were four soldiers in the room. Three were lying on the bed and fell asleep, and one was sitting on a chair on duty. The light was turned off but he was still awake. .He stood up and wanted to see what happened to Fang Zheng's slight "squeak" when he turned over.However, Fang Zheng was much faster than him, he jumped to the back of the chair in an instant, pressed his fingers on his temples with the elders' technique of piercing bone needles, and knocked him out.

Fang Zheng didn't want to kill people, and it would be best if he could reach an agreement with the people in the tribe to turn the enemy into a friend. There is no need to form a blood feud now.The so-called heart attack is the first, Fang Zheng has a deeper understanding of the scene of this era and people's needs in the past three years of dealing with and getting along with the tribe.

The other sleeping soldiers were still breathing very shallowly.One person didn't even fall asleep, sat up half of his body sleepily to see what was going on, and Fang Zheng did the same to knock him out.The rest of the soldiers are still awake.Fang Zheng tiptoed, deepening their coma.Then inspect the equipment.

These warriors sleep in armor.They wore animal skins and had a soft armor of bone on their chest.Beside them are three bone visors, and a brass mask.

Among the four, one had slightly longer animal skin and two pieces of bone armor on the chest and back. He should be their team leader and was qualified to wear a brass mask.Fang Zheng compared it and found that his body shape was quite similar to that of the squad leader, so he took off his full clothes and put on his mask.If he didn't have a mask, he really wouldn't dare to make such a disguise.

After finishing all this, Fang Zheng took the squad leader's weapon (a short spear polished with rhino horn and leather shield) and walked out of the dry-stilted building.No one was seen outside, only some voices came from far away, after all, it was already midnight.

Fang Zheng looked outside the railing where Lianfeng was being held. Lianfeng was motionless, breathing evenly, and seemed to be asleep.Fang Zheng decided not to wake him up yet.Go find out the situation yourself.

There are about dozens of the same stilt buildings, which are like a circle of barriers, built under the wall.The fence is made of stone and wood, and at the top is a row of wooden thorns. Many shriveled animal corpses and human heads are hung on the wooden thorns.

Fang Zheng's heart tightened. From the wall construction of this tribe, we can roughly see its situation - in a dangerous conflict, the wall plays the role of defense, warning and exaggeration.

This tribe seems to be widely known, or in other words, many forces have wanted to invade.Fang Zheng looked around with excellent eyesight in the dark. From a distance, the tribe seemed to be located on a large platform, backed by rocks, surrounded by walls on three sides, and the sound of the waves of the big river came from far below.

Below the wall are all dry-column buildings for soldiers to rest, surrounded by crop fields, and further inside are residential houses with a smaller outline.It is still a structure where people live at the top and livestock at the bottom.The middle area is interlaced with farmland and houses, and there are a few high-roofed buildings covering a wide area in the middle, which may be where the chief director was located when the soldier dragged them to see them just now.The road between houses is about two meters wide, which is not big enough for cars and horses.

He walked silently along the road between the houses to the largest house.Along the way, there were still a few people who hadn't rested working by the dry rail.There were men and women who were sweeping the manure from the pigsty and stacking it on the edge of the field.

One of the women's clothes has patterns, and there is something like yellow bamboo hanging from her waist.Fang Zheng's eyes froze, and he probably had a judgment in his mind about the number, composition, life, and working methods of this tribe.Combining the copper mask, crossbow, arrows, and decorations on the woman's body, I have a rough idea of ​​the historical origin——

Fang Zheng wore a mask and kept silent. When they saw Fang Zheng, they greeted him, but Fang Zheng just nodded.It seems that this warrior squad leader is usually dignified and respected by those people.

In this way, Fang Zheng walked all the way to the middle of the platform, where the largest dry fence building stood. There were no livestock in the fence below, but wormwood and other herbs were burning, emitting a pleasant bitter smell.The surroundings of the houses above are also decorated with clean white cloth, and salt blocks and flowers are hung on the doorposts.Fang Zheng knew at a glance that this should be the residence of the "chief secretary" just now.

There was only one soldier standing guard at the gate in the middle of the night, and no one came out from the surrounding houses.When Fang Zheng walked to the door, the man stopped him and said, "How many times have I told you that the Chief Secretary is sick and cannot see—"

Fang Zheng's hand was like lightning, and he strangled his neck in an instant, and the man immediately rolled his eyes.But Fang Zheng didn't kill him, he just let him temporarily suffocate and pass out.Anyway, this person would think that it was done by the squad leader Fang Zheng pretended to be, and that person was yelling at the door during the day to see the chief director.Fang Zheng dumped the blame on the other party without any burden.

Fang Zheng helped the unconscious guard to hide in the fence below.Walked into the gate of the chief's residence.The door was closed with wooden stakes from the inside, but Fang Zheng pushed it open from the outside, and the door slammed harshly.The light leaking from inside confirmed that the people inside hadn't rested yet.But Fang Zheng is not afraid.

He pushed open the door, and several crossbow arrows shot towards the door in front of him. Fang Zheng didn't even hide, they bounced off the copper mask with a "bang".

Fang Zheng stood quietly in the shadow of the porch, and an angry shout came from inside: "Bone teeth! If you don't roll away, the crossbow. The arrow will not be a mask!"

Not only did Fang Zheng not retreat, but he continued to walk in. As expected, several crossbow arrows were shot from inside, aiming at Fang Zheng's chest.But this speed was too slow in Fang Zheng's eyes. He unhurriedly held the crossbow and arrows that were shot in front of his heart, shot five in a row, and then threw them in the direction they came from. , I heard the exclamation from the opposite side.

Fang Zheng didn't bother to aim, otherwise at least one would die.He didn't want to hurt people and deepen the misunderstanding for the time being.

The house was smoky with herbs.There is a huge sand table and a huge turtle shell in the middle of the room.Fire lamps filled with eight sheep bones are burning at the four corners.Three warriors wearing animal skins and bone armor held crossbows and arrows, and two guys in long robes stood behind them.They were discussing around the table just now, and when they heard an unusual sound at the door, they used crossbows and arrows to defend.

Crossbows. Arrows can only be shot once. There are five crossbows in total. They have fired one round just now. Now they reloaded and aimed at Fang Zheng, but they did not shoot rashly. Just now Fang Zheng took them all empty-handed.They were very flustered.

"Bone tooth! What are you going to do!"

Seeing that only one person from Fang Zheng walked in, these people were relieved.They had long been worried that Gu Ya would lead the soldiers to rebel, after all, the Chief Secretary hadn't shown up for a long time.

Fang Zheng finally spoke, his voice was unfamiliar to these people, and he immediately realized that he was pretending, but this kind of horror was not as good as what Fang Zheng said——

"Jiuli Chiyou, who used to be good at war and victorious in the world. You are so pitiful now, you can only hide in this barren beach and chaotic mountains, relying on a little thing from your ancestors, and survive to this day."

The faces of those people all changed.

Many years have passed since the battle of the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou. Except for the chief and a few witch chiefs, even the core fighters in this room never knew that they were descendants of Jiuli.This stranger actually said it, what is his background?