Rebirth of the willow tree, creating the strongest tribe in the ages

Chapter 40 My brother’s name is Dequan

"The spirit worshiped by your village chief is also called Liu Shen?" Lin Zhuang and others were a little stunned.

"Everyone calls it that. Lord Sacrifice the Spirit did not refute it and acquiesced to the title." The broad-sword man nodded, with some curiosity between his brows, "What's wrong, brother, is there anything strange?"

"It's strange, but it's not surprising. It's just that the spirit worshiper in our village also calls us Liu Shen, and he also tacitly agrees with our title." Lin Zhuang scratched his head out of habit and said, the admiration in his tone was almost beyond words.

"Oh, there is such a coincidence?"

Just as the man with the broadsword was about to speak, an old man in an animal robe with gray hair and a slightly stooped figure walked over quickly.

Although the old man is old and his energy and blood are somewhat dry, his wise eyes are full of sparkle, and he is obviously a wise man.

"The village chief is here." Seeing the old man, Shi Linhu, a broad-sword man, hurried up to greet him.

"Hello everyone, I am Shi Yunfeng, the mayor of this village!" The old man rushed over like a dragon and a tiger. He first nodded to the man with the broadsword, and then smiled and introduced himself to Lin Zhuang and others.

As early as when he entered the village, Shi Linhu sent someone to notify him.

"It's delicious!" After drinking seven or eight bowls in a row, Lin Zhuang and the others reluctantly put down their bowls and chopsticks.

Although God is just a title and does not represent anything in general, it cannot be used indiscriminately, otherwise it will attract unknown horrors, and even a large clan may suffer the disaster of genocide.

It's not heat, it's ice mist.

"Brother, who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

But daring to call themselves gods means they are extraordinary. They can fight against ancient ferocious beasts, push across the Nine Provinces with a raised hand, and easily destroy several super-rich clans. There are few rivals in the world.

The prepared meals were served in large earthenware bowls. They were all roasted beast meat, each color was golden and the skin was crispy. It looked like your taste buds were wide open.

"It tastes good, and the one made by the village chief's grandpa is the best."

Several people spoke again.

The little boy patted the dirt on his butt, discovered Tu Dequan, and walked over humming.

But the sacrificial spirit in the brawny village in front of me dares to call him Liu God? Isn't he afraid of attracting the attention of that mysterious being?!

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final.

Shi Yunfeng pursed his lips, glanced at the confident expressions of Lin Zhuang and others, and did not continue to ask.

"Little one, do you think I'm the same as everyone else?" Tuwazi grinned and put his hands behind his back, feeling a little dissatisfied with being looked down upon by a little kid.

There are so many tribes and villages in the wilderness, they are dotted all over the place, but not every village knows the secrets. There are also some worshipers who want to become ancient gods and follow the path of ancient gods to confuse people's hearts without caring at all.

What serious consequences will it bring?

"It's normal that you haven't seen me before. I'm from the next village. My name is Tu Dequan. De means both ability and political integrity, and all-powerful Quan.

After having a full meal, Tudequan got down from his seat and prepared to go out for a walk.

Willow God appeared at that moment, bathed in the sea of ​​thunder that filled the sky, and thousands of willow branches emitted blazing light, as if they were fighting something.

"This is our Shicun's ancestral delicacy. It can be eaten both in winter and summer. It is boiled and eaten in winter. In summer, it is prepared and placed in a cellar dozens of meters deep. It only takes two hours to become delicious and quench thirst and heat.

Please try the cold milk soup."

The big willow tree was cut off and turned into a sacrifice to the spirit. The originally stubborn stone to worship the spirit flew away, and it became what it is now.

That battle was terrifying. Even though they were only millions of miles apart, one could still feel the immortal shock. Just a few randomly dropped runes were enough to destroy the human empire.

The little one was swaying around, looking excited, and seemed to be a little greedy.

There was an invisible heat wave in the breeze.

He was full of curiosity about the sacrificial spirit Lin Zhuang mentioned.

The other person's appearance is not the same as that of other people in Shicun. Almost everyone else in Shicun has bronze-colored skin, obviously exposed to the sun and wind.

In addition, there is also the sweet milk soup that Lin Xiaoba loves, with a faint white smell on top.

Take a walk after dinner and live to be ninety-nine. This is his life philosophy.

Having an ordinary origin but wanting to reach the sky and become a true god are two completely different concepts from the willow god in Shicun.

The point is that Tuwazi felt an indescribable feeling from this little boy, as if this little boy was not a descendant of human beings, but the cub of an ancient ferocious beast, and every move contained inexplicable power.

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"Lin Chen."

In the long ancient times, sacrifices to spirits have existed forever. The ancestors believed that gods have always existed, so they would use a more complicated and elaborate sacrificial ritual. However, it was later discovered that it was just an extremely powerful creature.

A little boy who looked to be only one or two years old caught his attention.

I heard that the sweet milk soup you make here is very delicious, so I came here as a guest." Tuwazi said with a smile.

"That's right!" came Lin Zhuang's voice, feeling that it was a natural thing to call Lord Liu Shen.

Lin Zhuang and others were not polite, they all raised their bowls and poured them into their mouths, not knowing the meaning of chewing slowly.

"Brother Lin Zhuang, did you just say that the sacrificial spirit in your village is also called the Willow God?" Shi Yunfeng asked again after introducing Lin Zhuang and others into the main house.

This person in his village dares to call Liu Shen because of his extraordinary origin and does not seem to belong to this world.

At the corner of the village.

It's not that they were full, it was just that they almost finished what was served to them.

Two different villages worship a god called Willow God?

You must know that in the vast wilderness, the word god cannot be used indiscriminately. For ordinary villages, this word represents omnipotence, supremacy, and immortality.

But that's not the point.

"..."

"But the sweet milk made by the village chief's grandpa will add a lot of things, and it has a strong stamina. Most people can't stand it." The little boy rubbed his fingers.

"Lin Zhuang."

He stopped talking. In Shi Yunfeng's opinion, the sacrifice spirit in this group of people in the village was probably the latter.

Shi Yunfeng greeted Lin Zhuang and others.

The other person seemed to have just learned to walk, but he was extremely persistent in catching birds. His movements were slightly funny, and his buttocks were covered with dust.

Shi Yunfeng still remembers that he was just a boy at that time. It was late at night, with lightning and thunder, heavy rain, and fierce beasts like a tide. The scene was so terrifying that it seemed as if the sky was about to collapse.

But the little guy in front of him is very fair and beautiful, with a pair of big eyes that move darkly, revealing his essence, and his mouth babbling, just like a ceramic doll.

The sun is three times high, when the sun is at its strongest.

The same is true for Lin Xintong. Girls in the wilderness don't know what elegance is. They eat big chunks of meat and drink soup like the gentlemen.

However, he did not delve into this issue.

People with thick earth bodies are young and mature. Although Tu Dequan's actual age is only eight years old, his mental age is fifteen or sixteen years old. He doesn't want to worry too much about this little brat who is still drinking milk.

He just felt that this little kid was extraordinary. His small body seemed to contain majestic energy and potential, just like the mighty sun that was about to dawn. But Tu Dequan thought that he was equally extraordinary.

In addition, he had already drank sweet milk soup. Although it tasted good, he didn't feel the stamina.

(End of chapter)