Chapter 1321: Long Life: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Stable Chapter 1321 Eight Hundred Li of Azure Waves!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Upon hearing this, the stone-axe man's face went from pale to deathly gray.

The few people behind him abruptly raised their heads, their faces full of fear.

Having a tribe and not having one in the wilderness were two complete extremes.

What's outside?

Poisonous food!

Dangerous environments!

Demons, ferocious beasts, and even swamps and dense forests that not even the Water God Hong is willing to set foot in.

"You're asking for our lives!"

One man couldn't help but roar: "Driving us out is no different from killing us!"

"There is a difference."

The man faced the roaring man directly, his voice turning cold: "At least you're still alive; you can go find another tribe willing to take you in.

Or, build your own tribe.

In short, whether you survive depends entirely on yourselves."

He paused, then added: "Just like us from now on, no longer relying on the gods, but surviving on our own."

Hearing this, the stone-axe man felt as if his bones had been pulled out.

He turned to look at his followers behind him.

Someone was already crying.

Someone was still trembling.

Someone stared blankly at the ground, eyes hollow.

Obviously, they all regretted it, regretted turning against him.

The stone-axe man turned again, looking at the man who decided their life and death; his lips moved several times before he finally squeezed out one word: "Fine!"

Things had come to this; begging for mercy was meaningless.

He immediately stood up.

First he picked up the stone axe, then he staggered toward his own shed.

Those behind him hesitated one by one.

Some followed behind to pack their things; some stood in place, at a loss.

Another suddenly ran in front of the man, dropped to his knees with a thud, grabbed his thigh, and cried: "Please, give me one more chance!"

"……"

The man let him hold on, neither kicking him away nor looking down.

After a while, these people left the tribe one by one.

They walked very slowly, looking back every few steps.

Pity, no one saw them off, and no one stopped them.

Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Daoxvan stood side by side, watching these people walk farther and farther away.

Their shadows dragged long, thin black lines across the ground, like ropes about to be snapped.

"Without a tribe, these people have become outlanders of the wilderness."

Zhang Daoxvan suddenly spoke: "If they're lucky, they might find a tribe willing to take them in.

If they're unlucky, they'll die tonight."

Xu Zhangqing said nothing.

In these ten years, he had sat countless times beneath the Wan Dao Tree, listening to the roars of wild beasts and the shrieks of demons from the mountains and forests in the distance.

Those sounds made even himself shiver.

What's more, not long ago he had personally seen the flood-controlling transformed snake.

Zhang Daoxvan turned his head and asked: "Do you think they did the right thing?"

"Right or wrong doesn't matter."

Xu Zhangqing shook his head: "What matters is that this was their own decision."

Saying this, he turned to look at Zhang Daoxvan: "Didn't you say that only death can make a person remember for a lifetime?"

Zhang Daoxvan fell silent for several breaths upon hearing this, then laughed.

With a bit of surprise, a bit of emotion, and a bit of indescribable meaning.

"You, ten years ago only knew to bury your head and eat grass; now you know how to reason."

"We should go."

"Where to?"

"Follow the stream!"

Xu Zhangqing looked back at the Xi Tribe; people were regrouping on the empty space.

That man had become the new Clan Leader, directing the tribespeople to clean up Xi Bo's statue.

The women started fires to cook.

The children were driven into the sheds.

Cooking smoke rose, a thin wisp drifting toward the sky in the twilight.

From today on, this tribe has no god, but the hearth fire still burns!

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As twilight descended from the mountain ridge, Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Daoxuan had already left the Xi Tribe.

The dirt road beneath their feet wound forward along the stream.

The farther they walked, the wider it became, the flatter it became.

When they came, this mountain stream that had hopped among the rocks had unknowingly merged with several tributaries, its surface swelling from three feet wide to one zhang, then from one zhang to three or four zhang.

Yet the momentum of its rush had instead slowed.

Xu Zhangqing noticed a clear change in the sound of the water.

The sound of the mountain stream was broken, splashing against the stones with a hualalala, sending up white foam.

But the farther downstream they went, the lower the sound of the water became.

That impatient, reckless force of impact gradually disappeared.

Replaced by a slow, hualahua sound!

"This water is not right."

Xu Zhangqing squatted by the bank and reached out to touch the water surface.

The water was clear to the bottom, the pebbles on the riverbed washed round and smooth.

He scooped up a handful of water and tasted it; it lacked the icy chill unique to mountain streams, instead carrying a hint of warm sweetness.

Zhang Daoxuan said seriously, "Not just the water."

On the riverbank, there were no longer those haphazard fallen logs.

At intervals, a thick wooden stake was driven into the water.

Walking a few steps farther, a simple wooden trestle appeared by the bank, its planked walkway laid even, extending out over the water.

"Looks like someone manages this place!"

As Xu Zhangqing stood up, he shook the water droplets from his hand.

He happened to look downstream, where the river bent a great curve, his view blocked by a dense patch of woods.

Strangely, the light filtering through the gaps in the branches and leaves was extremely abnormal.

It was not the orange-red glow of the setting sun, but a moist brightness.

"Go!"

The two exchanged a glance, then quickened their pace.

The moment they passed through this dense patch of woods, their vision suddenly opened up.

As far as the eye could see, everything was water.

Stretching from beneath their feet to the horizon, to where the gaze could not reach, to where it gave rise to an illusion, mistaking the end of this water surface for the end of the whole world.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell upon the lake surface, the water smooth as a piece of green glazed glass, without a single wrinkle.

In the distant center of the lake, occasionally a small patch of silver light rippled, a school of unknown silver fish leaping out of the water at the same time and falling back at the same time, their movements neat and uniform.

The water plants in the shallows poked their heads out cluster by cluster, but they did not grow randomly; instead they stood in rows and lines, the spacing almost identical.

On the water not far from the bank, a flock of wild ducks was swimming across.

The lead duck suddenly turned, bringing the whole flock around a patch of dead leaves floating on the water surface.

At first, that patch of dead leaves floated alone on the water surface.

After a while, the water swirled around it, then gently pushed it to the bank.

On the water surface by the bank, miscellaneous items "regularized" by the current were already arranged neatly, dead branches with dead branches, fallen leaves with fallen leaves, not mixed together.

Even the wind on the lake surface was regular, blowing in gusts, each gust about the same strength, neither cold nor hot on the face, carrying the fresh scent unique to water plants, but without the muddy fishy smell common to lakes.

This water was too clean, clean to the point of being abnormal!