Chapter 45: That Year's Sixteenth Birthday (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!)
Su Ming's heart was rather tense, and this tension came not only from the fact that his opponent was Wu Long, but also because he was a senior of Bai Ling.
At the same time, it also includes the guesses and analyses that Grandpa made on the way to the Wind Spring tribe.
"Junior Su Ming pays respects to the barbarian king of Wulong Department." Su Ming took a deep breath, with reverence, and bowed his head in respect towards the old woman.
That old woman's expression turned gloomy, staring at Su Ming, seemingly lost in thought. The surrounding crowd quieted down due to this matter, even the Wind Stream Tribe's guests looked towards Su Ming, and Stone Sea, who had been about to leave with a worried look on his face, stopped in his tracks, feeling slightly perplexed as he turned around to look over.
In his eyes, Su Ming was just an ordinary child, with no aura or spiritual energy on his body. He glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze, no longer considering the matter between the two small tribes, but instead worrying inwardly. He had been searching for that strange medicine for a long time, but there was no clue. The barbarian king had asked about this matter a few days ago, leaving Shi Hai wondering how to find it.
"This wicked guy must have left... Alas, where can I go to find him!"
Lei Chen stood beside Su Ming, staring at the old woman who was looking at Su Ming. Although he said he revered the Wind Pavilion's overlord, towards this old woman, he had not a shred of respect.
Bei Ling furrowed his brow, his gaze falling on Su Ming, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face. He couldn't fathom why Su Ming had offended the Wudang tribe.
"It's been so many years, you've grown up so much..." The old woman stared at Su Ming for a long time, slowly opening her mouth, and from her words, it was impossible to detect any joy or anger.
Su Ming felt even more tense, standing there not knowing what to say. At this moment, he clearly felt that almost all the eyes around him were focused on himself, a feeling he rarely experienced and was very unaccustomed to.
The old woman behind the white spirit had a pale face, her hands subconsciously grasping at the hem of her clothes. Beside her, Si Kong revealed a pleased expression, staring maliciously at Su Ming.
"What a pity..." The old woman looked at Su Ming and continued to speak slowly: "Your grandfather only raised you, but didn't teach you to be enlightened, making you become so unscrupulous. You don't even think about what your identity is!" The old woman's words were not many, but they revealed a hint of sarcasm, which was quite inconsistent with her status as a servant.
Su Ming's face immediately turned pale, the most vulnerable place in his heart was here, especially in front of so many people, which made Su Ming bite his lower lip and remain silent.
"Ah Gong!!" Bai Ling looked at Su Ming's pale face, her heart ached immediately, and she opened her mouth. Her gaze towards the old woman was filled with anger.
Lei Chen, who was standing beside Su Ming, immediately glared with anger. He didn't care who the other person was, but seeing Su Ming being humiliated, he suddenly felt a surge of rage and was about to step forward.
But just as he took a step, the old woman's eyes flashed with an eerie light, and Lei Chen's whole body shook. At this moment, Wushan Bu, who had been standing silently on the side, furrowed his brow and suddenly stepped forward with a loud thud.
As soon as he landed, the entire person seemed to change in an instant. A fierce aura burst out of his body, surrounding him and causing a muffled rumbling sound that echoed outside of Lei Chen's body. Lei Chen's face turned pale as he retreated several steps back.
"Baron, is it necessary to go that far against a child from the Wushan tribe?" Liao's expression turned solemn as he spoke slowly.
Just as he was about to walk out, the big man standing behind the old woman suddenly raised his head and took a step forward, releasing an aura that was even more powerful than the first one, bursting forth with a loud noise.
Right next to him, the always silent Shan Hen narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in them, as if he had turned into a poisonous snake, staring coldly at the big Han of the Wulong Department.
Swords drawn and bows stretched!
Shi Hai watched from a distance, a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth. In his eyes, these two small factions were once one family hundreds of years ago, but now they were like this. He hesitated for a moment, but did not stop them, instead standing there and watching the commotion.
Su Ming lowered his head, and in the silence beside him, Lei Chen's anger had not dissipated. Although he was afraid, he was just about to speak when Su Ming suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed onto Lei Chen's arm.
Lei Chen was stunned, Su Ming slowly raised his head, his face still pale, his thin and weak body, as if a forever young Lhasa, his face still with a hint of childishness, without the loss of years, without the desolation of wind and rain. He was just a child.
His eyes were clear and clean, very transparent, with no impurities. He bit his lower lip, gazing at the old woman from the Wulong Department, let go of Lei Chen's hand, and walked forward.
At this moment, he was still the focus of everyone's attention around him, but he didn't care and walked step by step past Lei Chen, past Liang Shou, to a position one zhang away from the old woman.
He stood there, silently gazing at the old woman who was looking at him.
"I don't know my place, I have no father or mother, and in your eyes, I have no qualifications or status... but my grandfather once told me that the rain falling from the sky, what you see is always only a part of it, you won't know how much water there will be after it stops..."
The muddy water on the ground, you can only see its surface, but not the bottom... This year, I am sixteen years old..." Su Ming lowered his head and spoke softly. After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away slowly.
Lei Chen followed behind Su Ming, turned his head and glared fiercely at the old woman, humming a sound.
She looked at the mountain scar and saw that the old woman had nothing more to say, so she slowly retreated, taking Beiling and Wula with her, under the guidance of the Fengzhen Yinqu people, gradually disappearing into the distance.
The old woman looked at Su Ming's departing back, furrowed her brow, and had a flicker in her eyes that outsiders couldn't understand. She turned around and walked away.
"Bailian, come back with me." Bailian stood there, watching Su Ming's departing figure, her heart in turmoil. She heard the words of Ah Po in her ear and silently followed the old woman away.
Each tribe that comes to worship is invited into the city of adobe and assigned a specific place to stay until the worship is over. The Wusun tribe was assigned to the south part of the city, a huge house made up of nine connected rooms, surrounded by some fences, making it seem like a separate area.
At this moment, in one of the houses, all the clansmen from Wushan Department are gathered here, sitting cross-legged and listening to the words of Liang Shou who is sitting above.
The number of the Fengquan tribe is far more than our Wushan tribe, so they have many more barbarians than us. Moreover, as the overlord of the surrounding eight directions, the Fengquan tribe almost monopolizes all the herbs here through their annual worship and offerings.
Even the barbarians have several of them!" He glanced at the crowd with a stern gaze and spoke in a low voice.
"A medium-sized tribe, far from comparable to my Wushan Tribe, the Fengquan Tribe has hundreds of barbarian warriors, I don't know the exact number, but it must be in the hundreds!"
Among these barbarians, there are enough herbs, different inheritances of the barbarian, not a small tribe can compare with them. Their cultivation speed is faster than ours, their external conditions are better than ours, and even among them, the probability of producing such talented people far exceeds my Wushan tribe.
During this time, I, Shanhe, will not restrict your footsteps, bringing you here is to let you witness the power of a medium-sized tribe, to witness the strength of the same generation of the Fengquan tribe!
I hope you can make some friends here, whether from the Wind Chime Tribe or other tribes. Except for our sworn enemy, Black Mountain Tribe, you can go and make friends with all the others." Liao Shou said this, his eyes scanning Su Ming's body who had been silent since he came back.
"At the same time, I also hope you will take a look at the outstanding ones of other tribes, find your own gap and goal... but you must remember one thing, in Wind Village Tribe, private fighting is absolutely not allowed!"
You can rest assured that this is not only our way, but also the way of other tribes. In addition, your stay in the Wind Village will be a bit longer, and every few years, there will be a grand ceremony to worship and offer sacrifices, which is also when the Wind Village holds its grand trial. If you can get a good ranking, it will bring great benefits to you personally.
"Bei Ling, you've been in Fengquan Department for several years and are quite familiar with the place. Come introduce some of the strong people among your peers in Fengquan Department."
Bei Ling sat on one side and nodded slightly upon hearing this.
"In the Wind Village, there are many strong individuals, especially among our peers. There are seven people that need to be paid extra attention to... The first one is named Ye Wang, this person..."
In Beiling's introduction, Su Ming sat in the corner, always silent. The words of the old woman from the Wudang Sect made him feel uncomfortable. Even though he had returned to this place now, it still seemed to echo in his mind, causing Su Ming to close his eyes and clench his fists.
"Su Ming!" A cold voice came from beside Su Ming's ear, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that the leader of the hunting party from the tribe, Shan Hen, was sitting cross-legged behind him.
"What did that barbarian from Wulung Department say to you?" Shanhe looked at Su Ming calmly and spoke in a low voice.
"There's nothing." Su Ming fell silent for a moment before shaking his head and saying.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a strange glint flashed in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly looked up towards the outside of the house, and at the same time, the other person also looked out with rapt attention.
But saw a man who looked about thirty years old from the Wind Pavilion tribe's reception clan, walking quickly towards them.
"Who is Su Ming? The barbarian king has summoned him, let us go forthwith!"
Su Ming was taken aback, stood up from his cross-legged position, looked at the Liao Shou sitting above him, saw that he nodded slightly after, then walked out of the house and stood in front of the Feng Xuan tribe people.
"I am Su Ming." Su Ming said calmly.
Those wind spring people sized up Su Ming for a few eyes, turned around and left. Su Ming hesitated for a moment, followed behind them, and as they walked out of the house, he heard Bei Ling's voice behind him.
"In the past, nearly a hundred people participated in the grand trial, but among the top fifty, almost all were from the Wind Pavilion Tribe... especially the top ten. As far as I know, no outsider has ever appeared even once in the past fifty years... This year's grand trial will likely be the same, you guys remember, this time we need to work together to get into the top fifty!"
"As long as I enter the top fifty, even if it's just at the end, it will be a great achievement for our Wushan Department!"
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