Chapter 40 My Brother Is Called Dequan

"The sacrificial spirit of your village is also called Willow God?" Lin Zhuang and his companions were a little surprised.

"Everyone calls it that, and the sacrificial spirit master did not refute it and acquiesced to this name." The broadsword man nodded, with a little curiosity between his eyebrows, "What's wrong, brother, is there anything strange?"

"It's not strange, but the sacrificial spirit master of our village also calls it Willow God, and he also acquiesces to our name." Lin Zhuang scratched his head habitually, and the admiration in his tone was almost beyond words.

"Oh, there is such a coincidence?"

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

Although the old man was old and his blood was a little dry, his wise eyes were full of brilliance, and he was obviously a smart person.

"The village chief is here." Seeing the old man, the broadsword man Shi Linhu hurried up to greet him.

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

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

"Lin Zhuang."

"Lin Chen."

"..."

Several people spoke again.

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

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

Two different villages actually worshipped the Willow God?

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

Although God is just a title and does not represent anything in general, it cannot be used indiscriminately, otherwise it will bring about unknown terror, and even large tribes may suffer from the disaster of genocide.

In the long ancient times, the sacrificial spirits existed from time immemorial. The ancestors believed that the gods always existed, so they would use a more complicated and sophisticated sacrificial ritual. However, it was later discovered that it was just an extremely powerful creature.

But daring to call themselves gods represents extraordinaryness. They can fight against the ancient beasts, sweep across the nine states with a wave of their hands, and can easily destroy several super clans. There are few rivals in the world.

The one in his village who dared to call himself the God of Willow was because of his extraordinary origin, and it seemed that he did not belong to this world.

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

The God of Willow appeared at that time, bathing in the sea of ​​thunder, and thousands of willow branches emitting blazing light, as if fighting with something.

That battle was terrifying. Even though they were not thousands of miles apart, they could still feel the immortal shock in it. Just a little rune aftermath that fell casually was enough to destroy the human empire.

Finally.

The big willow tree was cut off and turned into a sacrificial spirit. The original stubborn stone sacrificial spirit flew away, and it became what it is now.

But the sacrificial spirit in the village of the strong man in front of him dared to call himself the God of Willow? Aren't they afraid of attracting the attention of the existence in the dark? !

"That's right!" Lin Zhuang's voice came, thinking that calling him Lord Willow God was a natural thing.

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

There are so many tribes and villages in the wilderness, like stars and dots, but not every village knows such secrets. Some sacrificial spirits even try to become ancient gods, walk on the path of ancient gods, and bewitch people, regardless of what serious consequences they will bring.

He took back his words. In Shi Yunfeng's opinion, the sacrificial spirits in this group of people's villages are likely to be the latter.

Having an ordinary origin but wanting to ascend to heaven in one step and become a real god is completely different from the willow god in Shi Village.

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The sun was at its highest point in the sky.

There was a hint of invisible heat in the breeze.

The prepared food was served in large ceramic bowls. It was all roasted wild animal meat, golden in color and crispy on the surface, which made people's taste buds awake.

In addition, there was the sweet milk soup that Lin Xiaoba loved, with a faint white steam rising from it.

It was not hot steam, but ice mist.

"This is our ancestral delicacy in Shi Village. It can be eaten in winter and summer. In winter, it is boiled and eaten. In summer, it is placed in a cellar several tens of meters deep after being made. It only takes two hours to become a delicious and thirst-quenching cold milk soup. Come and try it."

Shi Yunfeng called Lin Zhuang and others.

Lin Zhuang and others were not polite. They raised their bowls and poured them into their mouths, without knowing what it meant to chew slowly.

Lin Xintong was the same. Girls in the wilderness didn't know what elegance meant. They ate big chunks of meat and drank soup like men.

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

It's not that they were full, but they had almost finished what was served.

After eating and drinking, Tu Dequan got down from his seat and prepared to go out for a walk.

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

At the corner of the village.

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

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

The other person's appearance is not quite the same as other people in Shi Village. Almost all other people in Shi Village have bronze skin, which is obviously often exposed to the wind and sun.

But the little guy in front of him is very fair and beautiful, with a pair of big black eyes rolling around, revealing a sense of confusion, and babbling in his mouth, like a porcelain doll.

But this is not the point.

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

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

The little boy patted the mud on his buttocks, found Tu Dequan, and walked over with a hum.

"It's normal that you haven't seen me. I'm from the next village. My name is Tu Dequan, which means both virtuous and talented, and Quan means almighty.

I heard that the sweet milk soup you cook here is very delicious, so I came here specially to visit." Tu Wazi said with a smile.

"It's delicious, the one cooked by the village chief is the best."

The little boy swayed, looking excited, and seemed to be a little greedy.

"But the sweet milk cooked by the village chief adds a lot of things, and it's very strong. Most people can't stand it." The little boy rubbed his fingers.

"Little boy, do you think I'm the same as others?" Tu Wazi grinned, with his hands behind his back, and was a little dissatisfied when being looked down upon by a little kid.

But he didn't delve into this issue.

Those with thick earth bodies are mature at a young age. Although Tu Dequan is only eight years old in reality, his mental age is fifteen or sixteen years old. He doesn't want to argue too much with this little kid who is still drinking milk.

He just felt that this little brat was extraordinary. His small body seemed to contain tremendous energy and potential, like a mighty sun about to break at dawn. But Tu Dequan thought that he was also extraordinary.

In addition, he had already drunk the sweet milk soup. Although it tasted good, he did not feel the aftereffect.