Tianfenbao

Chapter 535

What a terrible world this is!
They divide people into three, six or nine levels. People at the highest level can fully enjoy material and spiritual supplies, and then as the levels decrease, the supply begins to decrease; people at the lowest level usually can only barely receive material energy. To sustain their lives while their spiritual supply is almost zero…

Although this world is scary, it is still a world made up of people. It is not like the world where Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei live now, where there are not even individuals.

No one does not mean that this side of the world is desolate, this side of the world is full of vitality, full of lush towering trees and all kinds of animals and plants that Yang Xin has never seen before.Moreover, the aura here is unusually rich and active, taking a breath of the aura of the world here, Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei actually felt reborn.

Yang Xin had a very bad feeling.In order to get first-hand information, Yang Xin simply summoned a somersault cloud and flew for a long time before finally finding a person, or a tribe.

"For the tribe?" Yang Xin smacked his lips, causing somersaulting clouds to fall down.After Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei got off the somersault cloud and entered this tribe, they realized that this tribe was in a miserable state.

There are a lot of people in the tribe, about a thousand people in the tribe, but there are only about a hundred strong adult men, but all of them are injured, and they are all seriously injured, and dozens of them are about to die. Not to mention the living environment, the farming circles in the countryside are cleaner than this tribe.

When the tribesmen saw Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei descending from the clouds, they struggled to get up and salute. Yang Xin quickly stopped him. At the same time, he took out the jade purification bottle that he had snatched from Shiyin, the world view of "Westward Journey", and lit it with a willow branch. Then he flicked a drop of water from the jade bottle, and the drop of water turned into mist and fell on these strong adult men.

The injuries on these strong men were being healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, everyone was healed.

"Thank you Xianchang." The group of strong men thanked collectively.

"Where is your leader?" Yang Xin asked.

"Reporting to Immortal Chief, Dongyi invaded my great business, and my Qingmu tribe sent troops to resist Dongyi under the order of Dong Bohou. The leader died when he fought against Dongyi's army." A slightly mature man among the strong and strong men stood up and said.

When the words Dongyi, Dashang, Dongbohou and other words appeared in Yang Xin's ears, Yang Xin made some guesses.

"Dong Bohou is that Jiang Chuhuan?" Yang Xin asked.

"Don't dare to say Dong Bohou's real name." The man replied.

"It's almost the same, this should be the world of "Fengshen Bang"." Thinking of this, Yang Xin felt a toothache, the world of Conferred Gods is full of gods, gods are not as good as dogs, and there are saints in this world.

Yang Xin still has a little luck in his heart, what if this is the Shang and Zhou era in the official history.Afterwards, the slightly mature man brought Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei into the cleanest and most noble house of the tribe to have a detailed talk with Yang Xin.

After talking in detail, Yang Xin's heart was completely chilled. This is indeed the world of "Conferred Gods List". Yang Xin even guessed that this is the Great Desolate World at all. No, at this time the great merchant king is Di Yi, that is, Di Xin, King Zhou's father, and the Battle of the Conferred Gods is still decades away.

Yang Xin's scalp went numb when he thought of the saint.

"No, I have to quickly integrate into this world." After Yang Xin thought of this, he looked at the person in his eyes and said with a twitch in his heart: "The leader of the Qingmu tribe has passed away. Do you choose your own leader, or wait for Dong Bohou to send someone to take over?" leader."

"Of course it is a self-selected leader. A small tribe like my own, Qingmu, is not even qualified to become the most basic barony, so it cannot catch the attention of Dong Bohou."

Yang Xin then chatted with the people in front of him in detail, and he roughly understood the political system of the Yin and Shang era, and also understood the origins of the eight hundred princes when King Wu conquered Zhou.

During the Yin and Shang Dynasties, most people had tribal systems. A few or even dozens of people might be called a small tribe. After long-term development, these small tribes gradually elected a leader, and this leader became a tribe. The princes.

And the state of Zhou, rather than being called a country, might as well be called a tribe named "Zhou", and it was a relatively large tribe at that time, while Shang was the largest tribe at that time, that is, the co-lord of the world in name. .

For example, the Qingmu tribe can be regarded as the upper middle tribe among the small tribes. Although this tribe is under the jurisdiction of Dong Bohou in name, it is only in name.To be honest, even if Dong Bohou is allowed to take care of it, he doesn't bother to take care of it. The bigger farts can't catch Dong Bohou's eyes at all. Maybe when the Qingmu tribe is promoted to the baronial land, it will be able to catch Dong Bohou's eyes. Of course, it also caught people's eyes very much.

Baronship, at least has a radius of hundreds of miles. In the present world, it is not even enough for the standard of a county town. And the Qingmu tribe, it is a bit flattering to say that it is a township, which is really not in the eyes of others. The leader of the eight hundred princes, whose territory spans most of Hebei, Henan, and Shandong, you are a big place that is not even a township, why should people look up at you.

Yang Xin took a fancy to this. At this time, the more low-key Yang Xin was, the better.

"Since your leader is dead, why not let me be your leader?" Yang Xin asked calmly.

"Seriously?" The man was overjoyed.

Immortal leader, in this era, is also called "foreigner". Any tribe with a stranger will grow into a big tribe. Tribes like Fuxi, Shennong and other tribes have a stranger as their leader.

"Seriously!" Yang Xin nodded.

"Qingshu, meet the leader." The man immediately bowed his head and bowed.

"What the hell, your name is Qingshu, don't tell me your surname is Song." Yang Xin said in surprise.

Next, Yang Xin regretted that he should not have asked this question.Qingshu, that is, the person in front of him is indeed not named Song, nor is his surname Qing, but his surname is Jiang. Then he explained to Yang Xin about surnames and other issues for a long time, and Yang Xin was dizzy after explaining.

After Qingshu informed the entire tribe about Yang Xin becoming the leader, he received a warm welcome from everyone in the tribe. Yang Xin could heal serious injuries with just a wave of his hand. The tribesmen all raised their hands to welcome Yang Xin as the leader. , at least, in the future, whether hunting or fighting, my mother no longer has to worry about being seriously injured and dying.

With a big wave of his hand, Yang Xin directly demolished all the so-called buildings in the tribe, and then built exquisite and gorgeous houses with wooden houses, and distributed them to them. Then with a big wave of his hand, all kinds of fine wine and food appeared.

The aborigines in the barren land had never seen this before. They ate their bellies and got drunk in a short while.

At this time, Yang Xin took Ming Yanwei and first caught animals like pigs, cows, and sheep around the tribe, and then grabbed these animals and returned to the tribe. Yang Xin began to slaughter them and burn incense to sacrifice.

In order to integrate into this world, Yang Xin also worked hard, of course it was also a test.The portraits of Yang Xin burning incense include saints of the Three Qing Dynasty, Empress Nuwa, Empress Pingxin from the underworld, the three emperors of Huoyun Palace, etc., and even Hongjun Taoist ancestor Yang Xin burned incense to sacrifice.

The second sage of the West, Yang Xin is very entangled, don't burn incense to sacrifice, the second sage of the West, especially the Zhunti Taoist, will say to you, "Do fellow Taoists look down on me, the West?" If you kill yourself, it will be a loss.

Burn incense to sacrifice, and the quasi-speaking Taoist will say to you, "Friends of Taoism have a destiny with me in the West." It will be troublesome to get yourself to the West.

Yang Xin struggled for a long time, and finally decided to burn incense to sacrifice. Well, Yang Xin admitted that he was following his heart, but he must maintain a certain amount of respect when facing saints and strong people.
However, what is very strange is that Yang Xin cannot light the incense in front of their portraits, no matter whether they are the Three Pure Ones from the East, the Two Saints from the West, Nuwa Empress, or Pingxin Empress from the underworld.

Yang Xin was startled immediately, and felt that there were countless eyes watching him in the dark. Yang Xin felt chills in his heart, and subconsciously prepared to escape.

In the end, the incense in front of the portraits of the Three Emperors in Huoyun Cave was lit, and Yang Xin faintly chuckled in his ears: "What a cunning boy."

(End of this chapter)