"Why did you get down by yourself when you look at the young leader?" This was Ba Heng's question.

"Let me drink some hot water first and take a break. Don't worry, Brother Heng can't escape him, there is a cliff outside. It's just his thin body, hehe..." This is the voice of the triangular-eyed man.

"The young clan leader sang and shouted before, but now he has become a dull gourd."

"I think he was frightened!"

"Hahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter, and was torn intermittently by the strong wind.

On the second day, more than a dozen tribe members carried a load of food, clothing and expenses to the back mountain. Later, tribe members arrived one after another and brought the things in Zhishouzhen's bamboo house. Finally, even Zhiyou came to deliver some herbs in person. Throughout the day, Zhishouzhen was wrapped in a quilt and slept soundly, which made the tribe members shake their heads.

"The mud cannot support the wall!" As the sun sets, the oldest bald uncle in the clan threw down this sentence and walked away angrily.

"What else can I say to look at the back mountain! I thought he had become more and more sensible, but who knew he was going to play with another trick!"

"It must be because I felt bored in the village, so I changed to this place to make trouble! Why did my clan produce such a heartless melon baby?"

"The ancestors are so embarrassing for his father!"

Ba Lang stood at Zhi Shunzhen's bedside, listening to the tribesmen's comments away, his ugly face had no expression. Zhi Shunzhen was frozen all night at the sentry gate and was infected with the cold wind, but the tribesmen had no time to understand these.

Balang bared his teeth, and a sarcastic sneer came from the corner of his mouth. Zhino told him that you are a human, not a human-eating wolf. But Zhino was wrong, so people were sucked by his tribe. When he entered the village, he was also rejected by his tribe. The female wolf who raised him in the mountains sneaked in to see him, and was beaten to death and skinned.

"Ba Lang, go and do your business. My uncle said, I will guard the young patriarch, and don't worry about it in the future!" Ba Heng walked over and gave him a demonstration. On weekdays, uncle just used this wolf cub. If he really wanted to do something big, how could he be reliable?

Ba Lang stared at Ba Heng with a cold look, and the latter trembled in his heart and shouted with a stern look on his face: "What do you want? This is what my uncle said in person!"

"Stay at him and don't let this turtle son make trouble." Ba Lang was silent for a moment, walked away from Ba Heng, and gently brushed his arms across the wolf fur coat he was wearing. After so many years, he could still feel the soft and thick warmth: he remembered that he had grabbed her hair and stepped on and ran; he always thought of snuggling each other in the cold cave; he also followed her to whistle at the moon, oh-ah-ah...

He walked down the mountain, and the pale moon rose to the top of the cliff. He suddenly wanted to roar with him, but he couldn't roar, and no one roared with him. The road leaving the back mountain was narrow and steep, and stone steps were piled up. Where could a wolf run for fun?

In the end, he just stepped on his own shadow and walked back like a silent lonely soul.

The village was filled with joy. "The caravan of Feng Media is here!" Balang saw the tribe's people crying and rushing towards the village gate. The women hurriedly took out the animal skins and dried herbs, and the kid followed behind happily, and they were overjoyed. Feng Media's caravan always brought some colorful sugar syrups, sugar noodles, and magic tricks.

Variables! Ba Lang felt a stern and rushed over quickly.

More than 20 wind media crossed the antelopes lizard and ran through the crowd. The three-toed flesh pad of the antelopes lizard hit the ground lightly, bounced up vigorously, and jumped over the raised stones on the ground. They ran fast, had enough endurance, dared to collide with tigers and leopards, and crossed mountains and ridges. In the eight wilderness, only the wind media clan who wandered around the world could tame the unruly antelopes lizard.

Several kids couldn't wait to approach, and heavy baskets were hung on both sides of the antelopes lizard, wrapped in a tart-proof cloth. The kids secretly lifted up the tart-cloth and looked in.

"Don't squeeze, be careful, there are some sugary sweets." The wind media riding in the front bent down and patted a bald boy's forehead. Then he shook the colorful cloak on his body and pulled out a cluster of bright red wild flowers out of thin air. He rubbed his hands and said, "Baopa!" The petals splashed everywhere, and red hawthorn malt sugar jumped out like raindrops, causing the children to scream and grab it.

A line of wind media showed a warm smile on their faces. They were thin and all covered with colorful cloaks, with pointed-toed boots. Their light silver hair was tied into small braids with ribbons. The tips of the braids were covered with coral beads, white giant clams, turquoise... Their eyes were gray, their ears were strangely long and horny, and the tips of their ears were trembling with the blowing wind.

"Brother Fengyu, long time no see!" Barre's bold laughter came from afar, and the gathering tribesmen made way.

The wind media at the forefront strangled the antelopes lizard and jumped down lightly, like a leaf falling in the wind. His face was gentle, and he was in his eighties, and he was in his prime in the Feng Media clan.

"Hello, friend of Barre." Feng Yu met Barre, crossed his arms to his chest, and gave a greeting unique to the wind media, "May you and I follow the footsteps of the wind."

"Haha, I hope you and I will follow the footsteps of the wind. Brother Fengyu, you must stay here for a few more days this time, at least after the "Brazier Festival" of the beginning of winter." Barre hugged Fengyu warmly. It was really time for these wind media to come. First, the clan people were panicked and needed comfort; second, if they came to find trouble, the wind media would not be able to escape and had to fight the enemy with the village. These wind media had unique skills at hand.

Feng Yu smiled slightly: "When will the wind leave and stay, it will not be up to people's wishes."

"Okay, okay, I know that you Fengmao is home all over the world and are not used to staying in the same place. But the kids in the village are looking forward to the stars and the moon, just waiting for you to come, and you are watching juggling for a few days! Brother Fengyu, you won't let the kids down, right?" As soon as Barre finished speaking, the children started to clamor. The bold kid grabbed Fengmao's cloak, shouted and jumped.

"Then let's have fun with the child first." A wind media blinked his eyes, jumped up "swoosh", and flipped dozens of somersaults on the back of the antelope lizard; another wind media unfolded his cloak, rolled six colorful balls into his palms, throwing them up and down, causing the child to scream; and the wind media opened the basket, took out the sugar noodles, and pinched the colorful sugar people. Many women also hugged them, eager to trade the mountain goods that had been stored for a long time.

"Light up the bonfire and slaughter pigs and sheep, everyone will play happily tonight!" Barre shouted, "Come on, Brother Fengyu, come to my place and have some drinks. Balang, look at it and guard the village."

Balang bent down to take the order and raised his head, Bare and Feng Yu had already walked far away. He narrowed his eyes and looked around Feng Media's caravan for a while.

"What's going on?" His expression changed slightly, and he pointed to a large basket that had just been removed. There was a man curled up inside, lowered his head, unconscious, with a white cloth tightly wrapped under his ribs, and blood oozed out faintly.

"We met him near the village. He fell at the intersection of the mountain road and must have been scratched by a wild beast." The wind media on the side explained, while carefully picking up the man. "We used the medicine for him, but it didn't work. You witch sacrificial medicine skills, maybe there is a way."

"So coincidental?" Ba Lang grabbed the man's long scattered hair and pulled it up. "Well—" The man let out a faint moan. His skin was dark, his eyes were narrow, and his nose was particularly high and straight. Ba Lang's eyes moved downwards, landing towards the other party's slender palm, and his heart hopped suddenly.

"Friend, what are you doing? His injuries are very serious." Feng Media frowned.

"You Feng Media are really famous for being a good person." Ba Lang let go of his hand, snorted and walked away. He turned around suddenly and stared at the person from a distance until Feng Media held the other person and walked towards Zhiyou's residence.

"The wind media has always been a kind person to the world and be kind to others." At some point, Prince Qiao came and said in a distance, looking at the direction where the wind media left.

Ba Lang smiled grimly: "A person who medds a lot of things will cause trouble sooner or later. Sir, are you right?"

Prince Qiao smiled but refused to answer. The person Feng Media rescued must be Wu Qi. Even though he was still far away, he could sense the strong smell of the feather tribe.

Which one should I sing? Prince Qiao thought to himself, and Ba Lang next to him looked flickering, and he seemed to be a little distracted.

The people of the Wu clan had already lit a bonfire, and the barbecued pigs and sheep were sizzling oil, and piles of fires rushed into the night sky. The wind media played juggling tricks, some played ponytails and tiger-headed qins, and the cheerful music fluttered around. More wind media and the Wu clan members held hands and sang and danced around the fire.

"Are you Prince Qiao? Prince Qiao, the most famous priest in the world?" At this time, a wind fellow came over, his wide open eyes with a hint of hesitation. He was still a young man, and his tender ear tips had just grown shallow fluff.

Prince Qiao smiled and nodded.

"It's really you!" Xiao Feng media pinched his fists, his face flushed with excitement. "Five years ago, we met you when we were performing a juggling at the Yongning Marquis Mansion of the Great Jin Dynasty. You celebrated the birthday of the Yongning Marquis and showed your magic of "Peach Pinels to Make a Tree". I really admire you."

Ba Lang's face suddenly changed, and Xiao Feng Media said again: "Yes, the young patriarch here is also your loyal fan. He also asked me to search for a lot of your biography."

"Oh? This is interesting." Prince Qiao was slightly stunned and then smiled meaningfully, "You have finished singing and I will come on stage, let's see the makeup of the pink mourn. You may as well tell me what the young clan leader is doing."
Chapter completed!