He deliberately didn't splint himself, because he was afraid that the priest would be suspicious when he saw it, but he didn't expect that there was still a problem!
Is it because the old guy didn't cover up the day he passed by, so that the other party could see it
If he really didn't cover it up that day, the old guy couldn't bear to mention it until today.
So someone snitched
Yan Mo doesn't trust anyone, even if the master and servant of Cao Ding and the Brown Tu family have expressed their affection for him, he still has a certain kindness towards them.
But if it was Kusamachi and others who made the report, why didn't they say it sooner rather than later, instead of talking about it later when Yuan Zhan came back
Why did Yuanshan and Yuandiao appear in the big tent at this time? Are they really friends of Yuan Zhan
Well, Yan Mo has habitually made conspiracy theories. One of his problems is that he thinks things will be complicated, and he always thinks badly about people. As the saying goes, if you compare your heart to your heart, if his heart is dark, he will naturally not think of others' hearts so white.
Yan Mo was still thinking wildly. He even thought that if he could escape today, even if the value of scum broke through 100 million again, he would have to get some offensive poison on his body.
The old priest Qiushi didn't have many wrinkles on his face, but each one was deep, especially the two nasolabial folds around his mouth, which were deep and long, making his face look extremely severe and difficult to speak.
After he finished asking that question, he paused for a while, and when he saw the boy raised his head with a puzzled face and peeked at him, he said again: "The hunter's arm was broken while hunting clouded leopards, and the mountain hunter who was hunting with him at that time He Diao used wooden branches to fix him, and then tied straw ropes. When he came back, Lie came to me to heal his wounds, and I knew the method. Shan He Diao said that you taught this method."
Qiu Shi stared into the eyes of the young slave.
He only taught this method of fixing broken bones to Kusamachi, so Kusadochi taught it to Yuan Diao for the safety of his master, and Yuan Diao taught it to Yuan Shan, and then the two of them used this method to restore the man named Lie. Warrior's arm? Yan Mo figured it out.
Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao's faces trembled the moment the priest finished speaking, but they didn't open their mouths to explain.
Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao really betrayed him? The young man looked at the two of them in astonishment, tears welled up in his eyes - he was in so much pain that he wanted to cry a long time ago. The most important thing is that the actions of Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao will not reduce his scum value, but he has to bear the consequences, how wronged he is!
Yuan Zhan's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even take a second look at Yuan Shan and the two of them. It seemed that the life and death of the slave under his feet and the informant of his friend were nothing to him.
Even if Yuanshan and the two really betrayed him, he can only refuse to admit it now. The young man's face was full of panic and fear, "Report, sir, I don't know about this, I swear! I don't know Sir Lie, how could I harm him?"
"Hit him?" The old priest smiled contemptuously, turned and walked back to the stone platform. If he still had any doubts before, after seeing this little slave with his own eyes, the doubts will disappear completely. How could such a good idea be thought up by such a timid and timid child who is only a teenager? of.
It seems that Shan and Diao didn't lie to him. The method may be as they said. After seeing that He's arm was seriously injured, they were afraid of encountering the same injury as He, so they thought and fiddled.
The old priest didn't think that the little slave was lying to him at all. He believed that even if a teenage child knew how to pretend, he couldn't fool him.
Yan Mo, whose life experience is definitely richer than that of the old priest, sneered in his heart. This old thing was indeed deceiving him, but on the surface he was good at acting. He looked at Yuan Shan and Yuan Diao in a panic, and shouted with a crying voice: "Master Dashan, Dashan Lord Diao, I beg you to tell Lord Priest that this matter has nothing to do with me, I... Master, save me, save me, woohoo!"
The boy dragged his legs and crawled to the side of Yuan Zhan's leg with difficulty, hugged his leg and kept crying.
Yuan Zhan kicked the boy away, and said coldly, "Are you going to kill him?"
The old priest turned around, "It's always bad to keep an outsider, not to mention that this young man's origin is unknown, even if he is really a member of the Yanshan tribe, he would still be a problem. We have business dealings with the Zhu tribe, if the Zhu tribe learns that we have taken in their enemies …”
The chief who sat cross-legged on the stone platform frowned slightly. The old priest was a bit too much, but he was just a slave.
As the leader of the warriors, Yuan Ji also looked at the young man with a little worry. He hoped that the young man would calm down.
Yuan Zhan was indeed very calm, he didn't even change his tone of voice: "Is Master Qiushi afraid of the Shi clan?"
"Presumptuous!" The old priest's expression changed, and he shouted angrily, "You know I don't mean that!"
"That's good. The warriors of my original tribe raise a slave, and they don't want to see the face of his tribe."
The old priest slapped the stone platform and said angrily: "Da Da, have you forgotten that the Shi tribe has already occupied the salt mountain, and our salt will be exchanged with the Zhu tribe in the future?"
Yuan Zhan said indifferently: "So what?"
The old priest couldn't believe that the young man dared to speak out against him in front of so many people, especially in front of the chief, but because the opponent's status as a second-level fighter made him unable to punish him at will, he immediately looked angrily at the warrior in charge Yuan Ji, who rewards and punishes, uses his eyes to force him to stand up for himself.
The tall and tall Yuan Zhan walked up to Yuan Zhan who was at the same height, punched his chest with his fist, and said in a deep voice, "Lord Qiushi's worries are justified."
The old priest was happy, but Yuan Ji's next sentence almost knocked him down.
"However, the warriors of my original tribe have never been afraid of anyone!" Yuan Ji paused, and said softly, "War."
"exist!"
"What if the Shi tribe provokes us for this?"
"kill!"
"What if the Shi people refuse to exchange coarse salt with us?"
"kill!"
"What if the Shi clan goes to war with us?"
"kill!"
"Okay!" Yuan Ji punched Yuan Zhan again and returned to his original position.
that's it? Didn't you see that kid was so presumptuous and rude to me? The old priest was furious.
He didn't agree to let Yuan Ji become the leader of the whole tribe except the chief, but the chief didn't listen to him. This man who only sees fighting in his eyes is not qualified to be the next chief of the Yuanji Tribe!
"Master Chief!" The old priest glared at the chief sadly and angrily.
The chief finally spoke: "Is the method of fixing the broken bone with a plank really effective for the healing of the broken bone?"
The old priest didn't understand why he changed the subject, but when the chief asked, he had to answer: "It has a certain effect. If it is not a very serious bone injury, this method can prevent the bone from growing crooked."
The chief nodded, "Very good, since that's the case, I will give Shanhe the carving a credit."
Yuan Hide beat his chest with his right fist, to mark it down.
"In addition, since the child is Zhan's slave, the credit for discovering the big thistle will be credited to Zhan. Tomorrow, we will share the winter food and reward it together."
"yes."
The chief waved his hand, "Zhan, it's none of your business here, take your slave back."
"Yes." Yuan Zhan bent over, picked up the boy, and was about to leave with him in his arms.
"Wait!" The old priest's face was livid. This matter must not be left alone. Ever since he delayed Yuan Zhan in order to save Yuan Bing, the people headed by Yuan Zhan have become more and more dissatisfied with him. Embarrassing, if he endured this matter, what prestige would he have in front of the warriors of the tribe in the future
"Qiu Shi,"
"Lord Chief!" Without waiting for the chief to finish speaking, the old priest cut it off quickly and said quickly, "Let Da Zha take in this slave. He has bad legs and feet, and he really needs a slave to serve him."
Everyone who heard this felt uncomfortable. Everyone knew that Yuan Zhan had a problem with his left leg, but they never said it in front of him. As a soldier, who would want to admit that he is disabled? And the reason why the old priest did not hesitate to mention this matter when he saw Yuan Zhan, everyone also understood in their hearts.
Yuan Zhan hugged his slave, expressionless.
Yan Mo lowered his eyes, thinking how much scum value he might get if he killed that old thing. But killing him does not mean that his life in the original tribe will be easier. If an old priest dies, a new priest will come out, regardless of whether people in the original tribe like this priest or not. Outsiders with "unpredictable intentions" are naturally more trustworthy than priests from their own clan.
"Qiu Shi, what do you want to say?" the chief said helplessly.
The old priest smiled magnanimously, "Just now I asked Da Da if he forgot that my tribe needs to exchange coarse salt with the pigs, and he replied 'so what'. His tone was so indifferent that he didn't even worry about the use of the tribe. Regarding the matter of salt, the Great War must have discovered a new salt-producing land, or is about to discover it? Lord Chief, how long can the salt in my tribe last for all the tribes?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone understood the old priest's plan.
Yan Mo raised his middle finger at the old priest in his heart, secretly mocking that Maotou's master was going to be in bad luck, but when he thought about it, his heart suddenly beat wildly. This is clearly an opportunity! The opportunity he was looking for has been delivered to him!
The four Yuan Diao who hadn't spoken all this time looked at each other, Yuan Diao took a step forward and was about to speak.
The chief raised his hand, stopped Yuan Diao and others from speaking, and replied, "After this hunt, the salt storage will be exhausted. Before winter, we must exchange for enough coarse salt for the whole winter. It's good for you to know about it."
Yuan Ji looked at Yuan Zhan, "Zhan, have you found a new salt-producing land?"
Yuan Zhan wanted to answer honestly, but was scratched by Yan Mo with his nails.
The old priest didn't want to give Yuan Zhan a chance to speak, so he immediately ordered: "Da Da, for the sake of the whole tribe, are you willing to find a new salt-producing land?"
Yuan Diao couldn't bear it anymore, and interjected: "Master Chief, Sir Priest, winter is coming, go out at this time..."
The old priest ignored him at all, just stared at Yuan Zhan, and asked with a sly smile: "Why, don't you dare? Didn't you just say that as a warrior of the original tribe, you are not afraid of anything?"
He didn't say that. Yuanzhan is not subject to the old priest's aggressive method at all, but regarding the matter of Yandi, he and Jiong and others also discussed it during the hunt. The Yi tribe is different from the Yanshan tribe. This is a greedy race. If the tribe wants to change the salt, it will inevitably bleed.
For this reason, it is imperative to find new salt-producing lands or salt-producing tribes. After discussing this matter with the chief, he planned to wait until the next spring before going out to look for it. Now that the old priest opened his mouth, he was just revealing the matter ahead of time.
Yan Mo poked Yuan Zhan and shouted in his heart: Agree! Agree now!
This is definitely a hard job for Yuan Zhan, but isn't it a good opportunity for Yan Mo to leave the Yuan Ji tribe to find another development? Although the timing and season were not good, he didn't want to wait for a second better opportunity.
It's not just Yuan Zhan, he has to find a way to trick some people into following him, otherwise it's just him and Yuan Zhan, the road is too dangerous.
What should we do? Yan Mo's mind quickly turned away, and all kinds of bad ideas came one after another.
Yuan Zhan looked at the chief.
The chief groaned.
Yuan Xie said, "Master Chief, I have something to discuss with you."
The chief seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and immediately waved his hand, "Leave. Hide and the priest stay."
"Yes." The soldiers beat their chests, followed Yuan Zhan, and walked out of the big tent.
Angrily, the old priest slipped away at the best opportunity, and immediately glared at Yuan Hide.
Yuan Ji didn't see it.
The chief sighed, "My lord priest, come and sit here all the time. Finding a new salt-producing land is not a trivial matter, and it cannot be done by Zhan alone."
"I'm doing it for the good of the tribe!"
"I know." The chief tried his best to appease the old priest, and at the same time ordered the tent curtain to be lowered.
Yuan Zhan and others withdrew from the big tent, and as soon as they left the big tent, their expressions immediately became lively.
The middle-aged soldier Yuan Lie seemed to want to say something to Yuan Zhan, but was pulled back by the red date man, "Brother, we will talk tomorrow if we have something to say."
Yuan Lie looked back at the big tent, raised his intact right arm and beat Yuan Zhan's chest, and left with his brother.
Yuan Zhan didn't talk to Yuan Diao and the others, he put on a cold expression, hugged Yan Mo and walked away quickly, the poor child just poked him in pain, probably couldn't take it anymore. If he hadn't seen the little slave bleeding less, he might not be able to bear it until now.
Yuan Diao watched Yuan Zhan go away, seeing no one around, he elbowed Yuan Shan down, and couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "That old guy is getting more and more cunning, we didn't say anything, but he still fell on us body."
Yuan Shan looked forward, and his lips moved slightly: "He wants to deceive Xiao Mo. After all, not only Xiao Mo's origin is unknown, but also when he came, a big thistle appeared, and the method of fixing broken bones with wooden branches also appeared. Qiu In fact, adults will suspect that he is also normal."
"It's more than that? He probably also wants to provoke the relationship between us and Zhan. He has never wanted us to get too close to Zhan."
"Old man, I'm so confused. The Xirang tribe has been in the tribe longer than our Feisha tribe. The war happened in the tribe and grew up in the tribe. The root is a member of the original tribe. How could he still have the heart to restore the tribe? If the old thing continues to reject him like this, he will force those who have no dissenting intentions to do so."
Yuan Diao snorted coldly: "Didn't he treat Yuan Bing, who was not seriously injured, first because he was not from the Heiyuan tribe in the big battle, but put the big battle at the end?"
Yuan Shan sneered disdainfully, "The old man wants Da Bing to become the next chief, and it depends on whether that person can support him."
"Who said that Yuan Bing is the only blood of the original old patriarch of the Heiyuan tribe? Who said that the boss is also from the Xirang tribe? As a priest of the Heiyuan tribe, you must be afraid."
"What are you afraid of? You and I are of the blood of the Feisha clan, so will he also want to kill us in the future?" Yuan Shan was dissatisfied, Fang Zheng's face was full of murderous looks, "That old thing actually asked Da Da Dong to find a new salt-producing area , Isn’t this forcing the war to a dead end? His legs will flare up more severely in winter, and that thing doesn’t know! What is the chief planning to do about this matter? Is he going to let that old thing go on? He is not afraid of old things Toss and disperse the tribe!"
"You think the chief doesn't want to get rid of that old thing? If it wasn't for Qiu Ning who hasn't got all the priest inheritance..."
Yuan Diao and Yuan Shan's voices became lower and lower. Later, in order to vent and deceive others, they simply sneaked into the square and made a fuss. They didn't return to the tent area until the crowd almost dispersed.