Chapter 5: Qingluan Magic "Okay, boy Xi, don't think too much. If your parents knew what you have achieved now, they would be proud of you." Feng Zhuang saw the lonely Feng Xi and knew that he must be thinking about his parents, so he came over and patted him on the shoulder gently."I know, Uncle Feng Zhuang." Feng Xi looked at Feng Zhuang gratefully. He could feel Feng Zhuang's kindness. Just as the village aunties were busy, a tall and thin old man walked out along a path, followed by the hunting team's captain Feng Zhan. The old man was wearing a fur coat, about seven feet tall, with a head of black and white hair tied with a linen cloth, and he exuded a powerful aura. When this person first appeared, the noisy crowd around him quieted down, put their right hands on their chests, bowed and saluted. Feng Xi did the same. After bowing, he looked at the fifty-year-old man. This man's name is Feng Hou. He is the patriarch of Feng Village and a powerful cave-heaven cultivator. He dominates the lives and deaths of thousands of people in Feng Village. His prestige in Feng Village is extremely high and can be compared to the sacrificial spirit of Feng Village. After Feng Hou arrived at the square, he walked straight towards Feng Xi. The crowd's eyes followed Feng Hou's movements. They saw him walk through the crowd and stop in front of Feng Xi. He looked at Feng Xi with burning eyes and nodded frequently, with satisfaction in his eyes. "Well, that's right. At such a young age, you already have a strength of ten thousand pounds. Your talent is unpredictable." Feng Hou looked at Feng Xi with a sharp gaze. "Open"
Feng Hou did not suppress his voice. Many people heard these words and looked at Feng Xi in disbelief. They really did not expect that Feng Xi, at such a young age, could have a strength of ten thousand pounds. Feng Xi glanced at Feng Zhan behind the clan leader, knowing that he must have gone to tell the clan leader about his cultivation. He collected his thoughts and said quickly, "Clan leader, you are too kind. It was just luck." “Hehe, every bit of your strength is gained through your own cultivation. How can you say it’s just luck? Follow me!” Feng Hou was not very satisfied with Feng Xi’s answer. The men in the Great Wilderness were all generous and would not tolerate humble words. After saying this, Feng Hou nodded to the others and then led the way back. Feng Xi also guessed what Feng Hou wanted him to do, so he suppressed his joy and followed him closely. In the center of the village, near the place for worshipping spirits, there is a stone house which is taller and more spacious than other stone houses in the village. After Feng Xi followed Feng Hou into the stone house, he saw Feng Hou open a wooden box and take out an ancient animal bone from it. Feng Hou held the animal bone in his hand, examined it for a while, and then handed it to Feng Xi, saying: "This is the inherited treasure of my Feng Village, from a pure-blooded Qing Luan. When you learn it, you must be careful not to damage it." Feng Xi took it with both hands with a look of joy on his face, and bowed to Feng Hou to express his gratitude: "Thank you, clan leader." "No need, this is the duty of every clan leader." Feng Hou waved his hand. After performing the Qingluan magic, Feng Xi took out a piece of animal skin from his body and wrapped it up. Then he went to the square to eat a meal of iron-back snaketail beef and returned home. As soon as he entered the stone house, Feng Xi quickly opened the precious bone wrapped in animal skin, took the bone in his hand and looked at it carefully. The precious bone is only the size of an adult, with many lines on it. Each line seems unrelated, but they all seem to be connected to each other, which is very profound. Time flies, the golden crow in the sky descends, the jade rabbit hangs high in the sky like a jade plate, and the silvery moonlight sprinkles down like water, passing through the windows and cracks of the stone house and into the stone house. "It's too complicated. I've only been able to interpret less than one tenth of it in several hours." Feng Xi rubbed his swollen forehead and couldn't help but complain. The complexity of the Qingluan Treasure Technique exceeded Feng Xi's imagination, but he was not annoyed at all, and all he had was the pursuit of power. After taking a look at the position of the bright moon in the sky and roughly estimating how long it would take for dawn, Feng Xi put down the precious bone in his hand, wrapped it up with animal skin again, and fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. The next morning, Feng Xi was suddenly awakened by the light outside the house. After getting up, fetching some water and washing up, he hurried to the square. He didn't need to go out hunting today, but according to custom, if enough ferocious beasts were captured the day before, the blood of the beasts would be used to baptize the children the next day. Because every family has someone going hunting, there is no limit on the number of people who can participate in the animal blood baptism. Anyone under the age of twelve can participate in the baptism.
When Feng Xi rushed to the square, he found that it was already busy. Several of the best hunting teams were working together to move a huge tripod, and they looked very strenuous. Seeing this, Feng Xi hurried over, reached out and grabbed one of the tripod legs. After trying the weight of the tripod, he burst out with all his strength and lifted the tripod up. The other men who were carrying the huge tripod suddenly felt their bodies lighten, as if the thousands of pounds of weight on their bodies disappeared completely. "Well done, well done. You are worthy of being Feng Xi. It's so easy to lift the stone tripod weighing more than 6,000 kilograms." "Of course, didn't you hear the clan leader say yesterday that Feng Xi now has a strength of ten thousand pounds, making him the best fighter besides the clan leader and Brother Feng Zhan?" "This fucking horse is eight years old." "Yes, he is only eight years old. Feng Xi will definitely be able to reach the level of a clan leader in the future and continue to protect the peace of our Feng Village." After seeing Feng Xi lift the stone tripod weighing more than 6,000 kilograms, the people around started talking. Although yesterday the clan leader said it didn't have much of an impact, now seeing with their own eyes a young boy lifting a weight of thousands of kilograms, the shock was overwhelming. Amidst the discussions, Feng Xi calmly carried the stone tripod to where it was placed, exerted force with his hands, and put it down steadily. "Good job." Feng Zhuang walked over with a smile on his face. Feng Zhan and others were also looking at him with a smile. Ever since he showed his cultivation level, the people around him had treated him very well, which could be seen from the more than two thousand believers on the panel. In this good atmosphere, the preparatory work was carried out quickly and was completed in a short time. Pour the blood of the Iron-backed Snake-tailed Ox into the stone tripod, and add the medicinal materials prepared in advance, then boil it over high heat. As the matches crackled, steam began to rise from the blood in the stone tripod. However, because medicinal herbs were mixed in, there was not even the slightest bloody smell. On the contrary, there was a fresh fragrance. "Dad, I don't want to be boiled." "Brother, let me go, don't throw me into the pot." After seeing the steaming stone tripod, the children around began to struggle desperately, but it was undoubtedly useless. They were ruthlessly suppressed by their parents and brothers. "Okay, throw it in!" Feng Hou's ruthless order immediately made many children cry again. (End of this chapter)