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This is an ordinary stone fragment, only the size of a baby's palm, irregular in shape. In addition to some seemingly natural veins, there is also a small hollow hole on it, like a pendant.

But overall there is nothing surprising about it, it looks very ordinary.

The only strange thing was that when Su Ming held the fragment, he felt warmth on it, as if a warmth flowed into his body, which made him very comfortable.

"Huh?" Su Ming looked carefully, but after looking for a long time, he couldn't see any clues.

"I heard my grandpa mention it. It is said that this place was once a land of fire barbarians in the early days. From this point of view, this object may have some fire barbarian power, so it makes people feel warm, which is not bad." Su Ming untied the crescent bone ring hanging around his neck, put the fragment in, and hung it again around his neck. The fragment was close to his chest, and the warmth became stronger.

"Go home!" The young man took long strides and ran quickly towards the land of lights in the distance. At this moment, he did not notice that a faint light flashed away from the stone fragments in his arms close to his chest.

As it approached, the weak light gradually became clear in front of Su Ming's eyes, and he could see that it was a tribe surrounded by walls made of many giant trees.

The area was not large, with only a few hundred people living there, but in Su Ming's eyes, this place made him feel warm.Faintly, there were bursts of lively cheers. From the gaps in the rows of giant wooden walls, you could see a huge bonfire in the center of the tribe. There were many tribesmen around it, and some women from the tribe were dancing in front of the bonfire.

The gate of the tribe was also made of giant wood. When it was opened, it was often hung up by a few ropes. Now it was tightly closed. There were several extremely burly men on it, wearing animal skin clothes and extremely rough skin. Strings of white bones hung around their necks, and there were bone rings on their ears, which were full of strength. They stared at the surroundings with bright eyes. When they saw Su Ming running in the distance, these big men all grinned.

"Lasu, grandpa has been looking for you all day, why did you just come back?"

"It just started raining. Have you gone to grab the saliva again?"

"Grandpa, are you looking for me? Throw down the rope. The harvest this time is not bad." Su Ming ran a few steps and came to the bottom of the gate. He patted the basket behind him proudly and shouted loudly.

As a braided rope hung down from a high place, Su Ming grabbed it and climbed nimbly. In a few breaths, he climbed to the top of the gate. He smiled when he saw the clan members who were keeping watch at night, and quickly walked down the stairs on the side.

"This little kid is flexible and very courageous. He dared to go to Wulong Mountain alone to collect medicine many years ago. It seems that he will definitely be the common doctor in the tribe in the future."

"It's a pity that he doesn't have a barbarian body. Otherwise, he might be able to become a barbarian doctor like Grandpa." Several big men looked at Su Ming walking away and sighed slightly.

Su Ming entered the tribe and ran all the way. In the surrounding grassy houses, when people saw him, they would often call out "Lasu" in good faith.

The name Lasu does not refer only to him, but refers to all the children in the tribe who are not ready for the second barbaric initiation.

Not far away, outside a tribe's animal skin tent, there was a little girl of five or six years old. She was looking at Su Ming, with a sweet and innocent smile on her young face. In her arms, she held a palm-sized white beast. This little beast looked very well-behaved and docile, looking like a white pompom.

"Brother Lasu, have you given Pippi something to eat?" The little girl giggled when she saw Su Ming.

"Tongtong, here you go." Su Ming laughed, ran forward, took out a few berries from his arms, and handed them to the little girl. Amidst the little girl's happy laughter, Su Ming came to the center of the tribe and saw a large number of tribesmen surrounding the bonfire, laughing and laughing.

Outside the bonfire, there is a circle of fire-resistant wooden fence, with many large pieces of oily meat being grilled on it, exuding bursts of aroma.

There were several girls from the tribe nearby. When they saw Su Ming running towards him, they all said hello with a smile. For this tribe, Su Ming, who was handsome and handsome, was physically different from other tribesmen. Almost every tribe member was much bigger than him, even these girls were no exception.

After finally squeezing out, he grabbed a piece of fragrant barbecue, bit into it, and hurried forward.

Among the crowd, sitting directly in front of him was an old man who was the only one wearing rough linen clothes instead of animal skins. This old man's hair was braided in many braids and he looked extremely old, but his eyes were quite charming, making people look at him as if they were about to be taken in.

He must be of extremely high status, and he was whispering something. He was surrounded by several tribesmen who were listening and nodding with extremely respectful expressions.

Seeing Su Ming running from a distance, the old man smiled, nodded, motioned for Su Ming to sit aside, and continued talking to the tribesmen.

Those tribesmen also saw Su Ming, with smiles on their faces.

"Although our Wushan tribe is a small tribe, we are the orthodox Wushan tribe after all. This time, the Fengzhen tribe's Barbarian is celebrating his birthday, and I had a relationship with him back then, so I can't be rude." The old man spoke slowly.

"It's a pity that our Wushan tribe split hundreds of years ago, and now only the lower three branches continue. Otherwise, our Wushan tribe is also a medium-sized tribe. When we ruled the surrounding areas, the Fengzhen tribe was also a subsidiary, but now...sigh." The speaker was a man in his forties. He was the leader of the Wushan tribe. His body was burly and seemed to be full of astonishing explosive power. The bone ring on his neck had teeth as thick as nine fingers.

Especially on his face, there is a looming pattern. The appearance of the pattern is extremely ferocious, like a ghost, but it is very blurry and never seems to be completely solidified.

Su Ming looked at the pattern with envy in his eyes. Through the roll of animal skin, Su Ming knew that it was a barbaric pattern that had not yet been formed. No one in the entire tribe had the strength to draw a barbaric pattern and solidify it.

Even grandpa is only at the ninth level of gathering barbaric blood.

But even so, Grandpa has become an extremely powerful person among the many tribes near Wushan. The only ones that can be compared with him are the other two separate tribes of the same tribe in the past, the Black Mountain tribe and the Wulong tribe.

"What is the use of mentioning the past? Without the protection of the strong men of the Kaichen Realm, it is impossible to become a medium-sized tribe. The death of the two Kaichen Realm ancestors of the Wushan tribe was the source of the final split.

So far in my practice, I have been unable to break through the ninth level of blood coagulation, nor can I reach the tenth level, nor can I reach the eleventh level, which is the ultimate limit. I cannot draw completely solidified barbaric lines, and it is difficult to open the dust..." The old man in rough linen clothes sighed softly and said slowly.

"That's all, go down and prepare gifts. Tomorrow...Shan Hen, as the leader of the Wushan hunting team, you will lead the team to set off." The old man stood up, glanced at a middle-aged man standing next to the Wushan tribe leader, turned around and left, walking towards the distance.

The middle-aged man looked calm, and after hearing this, he immediately bowed and said yes.

Su Ming quickly followed his grandfather and left the bustling place near the campfire together.

The old man didn't speak a word all the way, just walked silently. After the happy words behind him gradually faded away, he came to the outside of a house made of grass and trees and walked in.

The house was not big, and the inside was quite simple. After entering the house, the old man sat cross-legged and glanced at Su Ming who followed him.

Now alone with the old man, Su Ming respected his grandfather who had watched him grow up. He put down the basket behind his back, picked up the small earthen bottle, and handed it to the old man.

"With your flexibility, those Oolongs can't hurt you, but it's better to go less often... After all, that place also belongs to the Montenegro Department and the Oolong Department.

This oolong saliva is of no use to me. You can keep it for yourself to nourish your body."The old man looked at Su Ming with a kind expression.

Su Ming nodded and put away the vial. He had drank a lot of this over the years, and it was precisely because of this that he had such a flexible body.

Over the years, grandpa often made some medicinal soup for him, which made him much stronger than ordinary people even though he did not have the barbaric body.

"In three days, it's time for your generation in the clan to raise Su Manqi. I remember that you have reached sixteen years old... and need to pay homage to the Man statue." The old man looked at Su Ming and said slowly.

"The wild statue of my Wushan tribe is inherited from the real Wushan tribe back then. Although it is not the main statue and cannot be compared with the wild statue of the medium-sized tribe, it is extremely powerful in the vicinity."

"Don't go out these days, take a good rest, and go to Manqi with them in three days." The old man said, slowly closing his eyes.

Su Ming stood for a long time, then silently left with the knitting basket, heading towards the grass and wood house that belonged to him not far from here.

He will never forget that when he was seven years old, he and all the children of the same age in the tribe circled the Man statue for the first Man initiation.

As a barbarian, you need to go through two initiation-like rituals in your life. This is the barbarian initiation, once at the age of seven and once at the age of sixteen.

At the same time, the grandfather in the tribe will also use the power of the barbarian image to select people with barbaric bodies at this time.

With a sigh, Su Ming felt bitter in his heart. He longed to become a barbarian who cultivated barbarism. The descriptions of the scenes in the animal skin scroll had made him obsessed since he was a child. However, the cruelty of reality clearly revealed when he first visited the barbarian statue when he was seven years old. He did not have the barbarian body and the qualifications to practice barbarism.

Barbarism is the foundation of the world. Only by becoming a barbarian can one be proud of the nine heavens and become a truly strong man!

From the animal skin scroll, Su Ming knew as a child that there were many tribes in the world, large and small, and each tribe had its own different barbarian statues. This was the foundation of a tribe, and it was also necessary for future generations to become barbarians.

If you can gain induction by understanding the image of the barbarian, you can naturally obtain the inheritance of cultivating the barbarian. You don't need anyone to teach you, you can practice on your own.

But once he fails at the age of seven and sixteen, it means that everything can never be changed. Su Ming has been hesitant in his heart. He looked forward to it when he didn't see the answer. But now that it was only three days before the last enlightenment, he became afraid.

"This time... can it be done..." Su Ming returned to his house silently, sat aside, and stared blankly.