The sun was rising, and a mountain range stretching for tens of miles in the northeast was shrouded in light clouds and mist, and looked particularly beautiful under the pale golden light.
At the foot of a peak of several hundred meters on the edge of the mountain range, there is a small mountain village called Qingshan Village. There are only about twenty families in Qingshan Village, and they have lived here for generations for hundreds of years.
This is the territory of the Tianwen Dynasty of the Tianwen Clan.
Several five or six-year-old Tianwen tribe children were playing innocently in the village, and their crisp and cheerful voices echoed through Qingshan Village, making people feel happy.
There was a slight bang of the door opening, and a boy from the Tianwen tribe, about eleven or twelve years old, walked out of a dilapidated thatched house not far from the children.
The children who were originally playing could not help but show a look of fear on their faces when they saw the young man approaching, and they also moved away from the young man.
The young man couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this scene, but in a blink of an eye he adjusted his mentality and walked towards the outside of the village. He had long been used to this situation.
The reason why those children are afraid of teenagers is because of their appearance.
As a member of the Tianwen Clan, every clan member will have a beautiful pattern all over their body when they are born, and the patterns on different people have different colors.
But this young man is different from the ordinary Tianwen tribe members. The lines on his body are divided by the center of the body. The left is cyan lines and the right is red lines. On the forehead and brow, the cyan and red lines merge together to form a fingernail size. Flame-shaped mark, green on the outside and red on the inside.
The two colors appear strangely on the same person's body without any sense of disharmony, as well as the flame mark. This has never been heard of for hundreds of years, so it has been ignored by other villagers in Qingshan Village since the boy was born. Seen as a freak and an unknown person, young children and peers are also afraid of the boy's appearance and do not play with him. This makes the boy become more mature mentally.
The young man shook his head, his eyes were firm, and he was not affected by the strange looks of others. He said in his heart: "My mother is infected with cold and is ill in bed. The most important thing for me now is to find a red ginseng to treat my mother's disease."
Thinking of this, the young man no longer paid attention to the fearful and freakish looks of the children on the side, and took a step forward, striding towards the mountain range not far from Qingshan Village.
This mountain range is neither big nor small. It stretches for dozens of miles in the vast Yuanjie Continent. It is just a drop in the ocean. But for the Qingshan Village where the boy is located, the mountain range is very huge. Many villagers have been there for decades. They have never left the range of this mountain range.
The young man used the strength of the first level of the physical body in his body. After an hour of traveling, he had already left the small mountain village, entered the dense mountains, and headed deeper, looking for traces of red ginseng.
The young man carefully observed whether there were any traces of ferocious beasts around him, and also carefully looked at whether there were any elixirs on the ground, bushes, and towering trees. Although he mainly picked red ginseng to treat his mother's illness, he could find It is also excellent for picking other elixirs.
Swish, swish, swish.
Suddenly, a sound coming through the jungle reached the young man's ears. The young man's heart moved, and his body immediately jumped up to a towering tree next to him like a monkey, completely hiding his figure among the dense leaves, and revealing his body. A pair of bright eyes looked towards the direction from which the sound came.
I saw the bushes that were as tall as a person parted there, and an old figure appeared in the young man's eyes. It was a white-haired old man from the Tianwen tribe with a pale face, no wrinkles, and a skin as rosy as a newborn baby.
The white-haired old man was carrying a wooden box on his shoulders. His face looked kind and approachable, and he had an aura about him that made people want to get close and trust him.
The young man's cautious heart could not help but relax a little. At this moment, the white-haired old man not far away who was about to leave the place stopped for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked sharply at the place where the young man was hiding above.
The old man's body filled with a terrifying aura, covering the area, as if he was going to blow the young man's hiding place into pieces at the next moment. At this time, the pale young man shouted quickly, and his figure was also revealed.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, grandpa, I am also a member of the Tianwen tribe, don't take action."
The white-haired old man couldn't help but be startled when he saw the young man appear. Then the terrifying aura permeating his body disappeared and he returned to his previous amiable appearance.
The white-haired old man looked at the young man in front of him who was different from the ordinary Tianwen tribesmen. His eyes did not change at all. He was still gentle and made people feel close and trustworthy.
He asked gently: "Child, how could you appear alone in the depths of the mountains? Although this mountain range is small, there are still many powerful beasts."
Hearing the white-haired old man's gentle and concerned words and his unmistakable gaze, the young man felt warm in his heart. For more than ten years, he had been regarded as a freak and an unknown person by the villagers in the village. Apart from his mother, the white-haired old man was the only other person in the village. The only person outside who cared about him and didn't treat him as a freak.
The young man hesitated for a moment and replied: "Grandpa, I came here to find red ginseng to treat my mother's cold."
"Red ginseng? Haha, I happen to have a red ginseng here. My child, meeting each other is fate. Since you need it, I will give it to you." The white-haired old man stroked his beard and said with a smile.
When the young man heard this, his face was filled with ecstasy. He had been searching for red ginseng in this area for a long time but could not find it. He was about to venture deeper into the mountains, but he never thought that the white-haired old man had red ginseng.
The white-haired old man opened the wooden box on his shoulder and rummaged for a moment. A red ginseng that was as red as jade and exuded a faint medicinal fragrance appeared in his hand.
"Child, take this red ginseng."
Looking at the kind-faced white-haired old man, the young man gritted his teeth and took the red ginseng and put it in his arms.
Although he was proud and did not want to be favored by others, the red ginseng was related to his mother's illness. If he went to find the red ginseng by himself, he did not know how long it would take, but his mother's illness could not delay it, so the young man accepted the white-haired ginseng. The old man's red ginseng.
The young man held the red ginseng tightly and saw a lot of dust on the white-haired old man's clothes. It was obvious that the latter had been in the mountains for a long time, and he suddenly had some thoughts in his heart.
"Grandpa, Qingshan Village where my home is not far from here, why don't you rest at my house for a few days."
The white-haired old man looked at the young man's expectant eyes, smiled freely, and said, "That's fine, I've been in this wilderness for a long time without seeing anyone else."
"Then I will lead the way for you." With a smile on his face, the young man quickly led the way in front of the white-haired old man and walked along the road back to the village based on the memory in his mind.
Along the way, the white-haired old man talked to the young man, "My child, what is your name?"
"My name is Qingmu, the green of Qingshan and the wood of trees."
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