Volume 1 If Life is Like the First Time Chapter 2

　　This is a piece of ordinary stone fragments, only the size of a baby's palm, the appearance of irregular, in addition to some seemingly natural lines, there is a hollow hole, like a pendant. 　　But the overall look is not anything strange place, very unusual look. 　　The only thing that was strange was that when Su Ming held the fragment, he felt warmth on it, as if a warmth flowed into his body, making it very comfortable. 　　"Huh?" Su Ming looked at it carefully, but after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see anything. 　　"I heard Grandpa mention that it is said that this used to be a land of fire barbarians in the very early days, so it seems that this object might possess some fire barbarian power, and that is why it makes people feel warm, which is not bad at all." Su Ming unlocked the crescent moon bone ring hanging around his neck, and after slipping this fragment into it, he rehung it around his neck, and the warmth became a little more intense as the fragment stuck to his chest. 　　"Home!" The young man took big steps and quickly ran towards the land of lights in the distance, and at this moment, he did not notice that the stone fragment that was stuck to his chest in his arms had a faint glow that flickered away. 　　As he approached, in front of Su Ming's eyes, the faint lights gradually became clearer, and he could see that it was a tribe surrounded by a wall formed by many giant trees. 　　The range was not large, about only a few hundred people lived, but in Su Ming's eyes, this place made him feel cozy. Hidden, there are bursts of lively sounds of joy came out, can be seen from the rows and rows of giant wooden walls within the gap, the center of the tribe, there is a huge bonfire, surrounded by many clansmen, there are some tribal women, is dancing to the bonfire. 　　The tribe's gate, also composed of giant wood, when opened, it was often hoisted up by a few ropes, and now it was tightly closed, and on it there were even a few extremely burly big men, wearing animal skin clothing, their skin was extremely rough, their necks were hung with mori white bone strings, and there were even bone rings on their ears, full of pugnaciousness, and their eyes were gleaming and staring at the surroundings, and when they saw Su Ming, who had run to them from afar, these few big men all grinned. 　　"Lazu, Grandpa has been searching for you for a day, why are you just coming back." 　　"It was raining just now, did you go to grab the Oolong Saliva again." 　　"Ah Gong looking for me? Throw the rope down, the harvest is not bad this time." Su Ming quickly ran a few steps and arrived below that gate, proudly patting the braided basket behind him and shouting. 　　As a compiled rope hung down from a high place, Su Ming grabbed it, his body nimbly climbed, and in a few breaths, he climbed to the top of the gate, and after seeing those few clansmen on watch smiled, and quickly walked down the ladder on the side. 　　"This little doll's body is flexible, and his guts are even more so, years ago he dared to go up to Wulong Mountain alone to collect medicines, it seems that in the future, the tribe's mortal healer must be him." 　　"It's a pity that he doesn't possess a barbarian body, otherwise, he might be able to become a barbarian doctor like Gong." A few big men looked at the far away Su Ming and sighed softly. 　　Su Ming entered the tribe and ran all the way, and within the surrounding grassy mansions, often after someone saw him, they would kindly shout out Lassu. 　　The name Lazu was not just about him, but referred to all the children in the tribe who had not arrived for the second Brute Enlightenment collectively. 　　Not far away, outside of a tribe's animal skin tent, there was also a five or six year old little girl who was looking at Su Ming, her tender little face revealing a sweet and innocent smile, her arms were holding a palm sized white beast, which seemed to be very well-behaved and docile, and its appearance imitated that of a white pom-pom. 　　"Brother Lazu, did you catch food for Pipi." The little girl giggled when she saw Su Ming. 　　"Tong Tong, here." Su Ming laughed out loud and ran closer to take out a few berries from his arms and handed them to the little girl, and in that little girl's happy laughter, Su Ming arrived at the center of the tribe and saw a large number of clansmen surrounding the bonfire, laughing and joking. 　　Outside of the bonfire, there was a circle of burn-resistant wooden fences, on which there were many chunks of meat that had been barbecued and were bubbling with oil, emitting a burst of aroma. 　　There were a few young girls from the tribe in that vicinity, and when they saw Su Ming running, they all smiled and greeted him, for this tribe, the clear-eyed Su Ming had a body gap with the other clansmen, and almost every member of the tribe was quite a bit stouter than him, even these young girls were no exception. 　　With great difficulty, he squeezed out and grabbed a piece of aromatic roasted meat, biting into it while running quickly towards the front. 　　In the crowd, right in front of the position, sat a only wearing not animal skin, but coarse linen clothes of the old man, this old man hair braided with a lot of pigtails, seems to be extremely old, but the eyes are quite charismatic, let a person look at it, seems to be taken in. 　　His identity should be extremely honorable, is whispering something, surrounded by a few clansmen accompanied, while listening to the side nodding, look extremely respectful. 　　Seeing Su Ming running in the distance, this old man had a smile on his face and nodded, signaling Su Ming to sit on the side, and then continued to talk with those few clansmen. 　　Those few clansmen similarly saw Su Ming, and smiles appeared on their faces. 　　"Although my Wushan Tribe is a small tribe, but after all, it is the orthodox Wushan inheritance, this time, the Wind Canal Tribe Barbarian Duke's birthday, and I had a friendship with him back then, so I can't fail to be polite." That old man slowly opened his mouth. 　　"It is a pity that hundreds of years ago my Wushan Tribe split, and now only continue the next three veins, otherwise, my Wushan Department is also a medium-sized tribe, dominating the nearby eight, that the Wind Canal Department is also subordinate, but now ...... alas." The person who spoke, is a man about forty years old or so, he is the patriarch of the Wu Shan Department, its body is stout, seems to be full of amazing explosive power, the bone ring on the neck is clearly nine finger-thick teeth. 　　Especially his face, there is a hidden pattern, that pattern looks extremely fierce, like ghosts and gods, but it is very fuzzy, seems to never be able to completely solidify. 　　Su Ming looked at that pattern, his eyes revealed envy, through that volume of animal skin, making Su Ming know, that is not yet formed barbarian pattern, the entire tribe, now no one has the strength to draw the barbarian pattern to make it solidified. 　　Even Gong was only at the ninth level of condensing barbarian blood. 　　But even so, also makes Ah Gong has become the Wu Mountain nearby many tribes in the extremely strong, can be compared with it, only the other two veins separated out of the past tribes of the same tribe, the Black Mountain Department and the Wu Long Department. 　　"What's the use of mentioning the past, without a strong guardian of the Dust Opening Realm, it is impossible to become a medium-sized tribe, back then, the death of the two ancestors of the Dust Opening Realm of the Wushan Department was the root cause of the eventual split. 　　The old man cultivation so far, has never been able to break through this blood condensation ninth layer, can not reach the tenth layer, much less reach that limit of eleven layers, can not draw a completely solidified barbarian pattern, it is difficult to open the dust ...... "The coarse linen clothed old man sighed softly, slowly said. 　　"Just, you guys go down, prepare gifts, tomorrow ...... mountain traces, you as the leader of the Wu Mountain hunting team, it will be you who will lead the team to depart." That old man stood up, seemed to glance at a middle-aged man standing next to the patriarch of that Wushan Tribe before turning around and leaving the place, walking towards the distance. 　　That middle-aged man's expression was calm, and when he heard this, he immediately bowed and said yes. 　　Su Ming hurriedly followed behind Gong and together they left the bustling place at the bonfire. 　　The old man didn't say anything along the way, but just walked silently, and when the joyful voices behind him gradually faded away, he came to a house built of grass and trees, and walked in. 　　This house was not big, and its interior was quite simple, and after entering the house, the old man sat down on his knees and glanced at Su Ming, who had followed him in. 　　"Going to pick Oolong Saliva again?" 　　At this moment, alone with the old man, Su Ming had a lot of respect for this grandpa who had watched him grow up since he was a child, and putting down the woven basket behind him, he picked up the small earthen bottle and handed it to the old man. 　　"With your dexterity, those few Oolongs are unable to hurt you, but it is still better to go less ...... there after all, it also belongs to the range of the Black Mountain Department and the Oolong Department. 　　This Oolong Saliva is useless to me, so you can just stay and nourish your body yourself." The old man looked at Su Ming with a benevolent expression. 　　Su Ming nodded and put the vial away, over the years, he had drunk a lot of this item, and it was for this reason that he possessed such a flexible body. 　　What's more, over the years, Grandpa had boiled some medicinal soup for him from time to time, making him, despite not possessing the barbarian body of a Cultivating Barbarian, quite a bit stronger than the ordinary clansmen. 　　"There are still three days left, it is the time for your generation of Rasu Barbarian Enlightenment in the clan, and I remember that you have also reached the age of sixteen ...... needing to go and worship the Barbarian Statue." The old man looked at Su Ming and slowly said. 　　"The Barbarian Statue of my Wushan Tribe was inherited from the real Wushan Department back then, and even though it is not the main statue and cannot yet be compared to the Barbarian Statue of a medium sized tribe, it is extremely powerful in the neighborhood." 　　Su Ming was silent for another moment and nodded. 　　"Don't go out in these few days, have a good rest, and go to Barbarian Enlightenment with them in three days." The old man said and slowly closed his eyes. 　　Su Ming stood for a long time, carrying the woven basket and silently left, walking towards the grass and wood hut that belonged to him not far from here. 　　He would never forget that when he was seven years old, he had circled around the Barbarian Statue with all the children of the same age in the tribe, going to the first Barbarian Enlightenment. 　　Being a barbarian, one needs to go through two ceremonies like initiation in one's life, which is the barbarian initiation, one at the age of seven and one at the age of sixteen. 　　At the same time, the Grandfather of the tribe would also borrow the power of the Barbarian Statue at this time to choose someone with a barbarian body. 　　Sighing softly, Su Ming's heart flushed with bitterness, he longed to become a barbarian who cultivated barbarism, the scene described in the animal skin scroll made him obsessed since he was a child, only the cruelty of reality, when he was seven years old and worshipped the barbarian statue for the first time, it was clearly revealed that he didn't have a barbarian body, and didn't have the qualifications to cultivate barbarism. 　　Barbarian, as the foundation of the world, only by becoming a barbarian can one laugh above the nine heavens and become a true powerhouse! 　　From that animal skin scroll, Su Ming knew as a child that there were many tribes in this world, large and small, and each tribe had their own different barbarian statue, which was the root of a tribe, and a necessary thing to allow future generations to become barbarians. 　　Comprehending the savage image, if you can get a sense, you can naturally obtain the inheritance of the cultivation of savage, do not need to be taught, can cultivate on their own. 　　But once the failure at the age of seven and sixteen, it means that everything can never be changed, Su Ming's heart has always been hesitant, when he didn't see the answer he was looking forward to it, but now that there are only three days until the last enlightenment, he is afraid. 　　"Can ...... this time ...... be a success ......" Su Ming silently returned to his house, sat aside, and launched himself into a daze.