The wind and snow stopped in the second place. Just as Tang Ming and his friends were studying how to find a way out, there were bursts of shouts outside the cave, and everyone was shocked.

"I heard this sound, I don't look like the disciples of the sect, but like the ancestors of this life."

Tang Ming listened carefully for a moment and said to the people behind him.

After these revisions, their injuries have almost recovered. Feng Binbei not only recovered his injuries, but also raised his cultivation level to the third level of Chongmai.

The triple level of Chongmai may not be worth mentioning in the past, but here, I already have the ability to protect myself.

Moreover, the third level of Chongmai of Fengbinbei is definitely not as simple as ordinary practitioners recognize. At this moment, Fengbinbei will definitely have no problem dealing with ordinary late-stage practitioners.

"I'll go out and take a look first, you'll wait here. If I don't come in, you must not go out!"

Tang Ming said vigilantly to the human being behind him.

Although it is unlikely that the ancestors have some of the size of the cave, Tang Ming cannot guarantee whether there are any strong people among these ancestors.

Holding the Divine Phoenix Spear in his hand, he slowly walked out of the cave. Tang Ming's energy gathered at this moment.

After a while, Tang Ming walked out of the cave and saw a group of ancestors with about one hundred people.

Among them, there are less than twenty of them, and the rest are some old, young, women and children. Even these young and strong people have a look of their appearance and they look malnourished.

Seeing someone suddenly appearing in the cave, the ancestors were also shocked.

However, the young and strong reactions were not slow. The wooden spear in his hand came to Tang Ming's eyes in the blink of an eye.

The Divine Phoenix Spear flashed and knocked more than a dozen wooden spears to the ground in an instant. Although Tang Ming looked at these ancestors with a vigilant look, he did not exude any murderous intent.

Seeing that the wooden spear was knocked down by that strange guy, the young and old among the ancestors immediately protected the old, young and young women and children in the tribe in the middle of the crowd, and at the same time pulled out some crude daggers made of animal bones from their waists.

"You want to go in?"

Tang Ming stood upright on his side, letting his figure go away and pointing at the cave behind him to gesture.

It was strange that Tang Ming knew the weight of the Divine Phoenix Spear. Before that, even Long Ji suffered a secret loss.

But what I didn't expect was that after they entered this ice and snow world, their realm and spiritual energy were abandoned, but this gun was not as heavy as it was.

The ancestors looked at Tang Ming vigilantly, pointed to the cave behind Tang Ming, and then pointed to themselves.

Although Tang Ming didn't understand a word of the wooly, he understood the meaning of these ancestors.

The ancestors meant that this cave was the place of their ethnic group.

Tang Ming was stunned. It turned out that they occupied the magpie's nest.

So the anger became much clearer, and they couldn't stay in this place all the time. Tang Ming greeted the cave.

After a moment, everyone came out one after another, and Tang Ming gave them the matter.

"We are leaving here, so we are just taking advantage of the sun now. Let's find some clues to go back soon!"

Lu Junfeng looked at the old and weak ancestors who were trembling with cold, and said unbearable.

The rest nodded.

They have only been here for three years and have completely felt the hardships of life. These ancestors struggled here for a lifetime, and even if they thought about it, they felt desperate.

"Brother Tang, our spiritual energy has also been restored a lot. Why don't you give the remaining snow deer to these poor people!"

Zong pulled the corner of Tang Ming's clothes and looked at Tang Ming pitifully.

In three hours, the Demon King of Medicine Valley completely allowed the worldly demon king to experience what hunger is.

From the beginning of the year, the sect was hungry and even grievances were rare. In the entire Medicine King Valley, he was the core of the entire core, and even his master had to stand aside.

Although he was still taken care of by his senior brother and Tang Ming and others, he did not suffer much.

At least now, when the Zong saw these ordinary eyes, he no longer had that casual indifference in his eyes, and there was a hint of sincere awe for life!

"good!"

Tang Ming gently rubbed Zong's head and said with a gentle smile.

Finally, with the help of Lu Junfeng, Zong sent half of the roasted golden snow deer to his ancestors.

I don’t know if it is because of the roots of the sect or the fact that children can give people a sense of closeness. The ancestors, who were originally very vigilant to everyone, easily accepted the sect’s kindness.

"Brother Tang, they invited us to escape from the wind and cold with them!"

After the Zong sent Xuelu over, he walked to Tang Ming with an excited expression and said to Tang Ming as if he was seeking credit.

"What can you understand them?"

Tang Ming was stunned. These ancestors roared wildly, and only then could understand what they had.

But at this moment, the Zong who looked at Tang Ming's serious expression on his face, which surprised Tang Ming a little. Could it be that this guy is really different?

"I don't understand."

Zong looked at Tang Ming for granted, and then said, "But I can know what they want to express, what? Brother Tang, don't you feel it?"

"Forehead……"

Tang Ming had the desire to die. If he had this ability, he would not have been tense at the beginning.

"Master once, my junior brother has a seven-pointed heart, which can see some simple emotions, and even communicate with birds, beasts, fish and insects!"

Xing stood behind the sect, looking proudly at the junior brother in front of him and said to everyone.

"Young Master, then should we go find clues or?"

Han Noahong stood behind Tang Ming and asked tentatively.

Tang Ming looked at Zong's pitiful eyes and couldn't bear to refute this guy's face, and he was not looking for clues for this moment.

What's more, as long as the clan can understand the meaning of these ancestors, there are some clues they want to know about.

"It is hard to refuse the affection. After all, the ancestors lived here for generations. Now we have a sect, so it is still easy for us to understand some of the situation in this world."

Everyone followed Tang Ming back to the cave, and the ancestors at this moment had a very clear division of labor.

Some old and weak are making a fuss about the black meat they took out of the animal's skin, and the golden snow venison meat has been cut into pieces of meat.

Other young and strong men were cutting some wooden spears with bone knives, and in the corner, an older ancestor was starting to draw on the wall with firewood burned into charcoal.

Tang Ming could see clearly that they were recording the history of a human race in their own way. Although it looked a bit funny, all the young and strong faces around the old man had a solemn blessing.

Tang Ming stared at the old man's technique and looked at the crooked pictures on the wall. The long-lost mood fluctuations appeared again, and a feeling of blessing to the soul rose from the bottom of his heart.

The rough stone walls, the simple charcoal, and the vague descriptions gave Tang Ming an extremely heavy feeling in ordinary things.

The state of mind was like a step up the ladder, rising one by one. It was not until the old man recorded all the events that Tang Ming's state of mind suddenly stagnated.

In succession!

This seemingly ordinary scene made Tang Ming's mood grow rapidly, and a trace of clarity flashed in Tang Ming's heart when the old man put away the charcoal in his hand.

After walking behind the old man in three or two steps, Tang Ming bowed deeply.

The two ancestors and young men followed the old man stared at the guy with a strange behavior vigilantly, but the old man seemed to feel Tang Ming's solemnity and waved his hand to retreat.

"Woo wow..."

The old man smiled slightly and pushed Tang Ming with a big push to what he couldn't understand.

"He, this is the past of their Xu tribe, and there is the glory of ancestors who will be admired by later generations."

The sect, who stood behind Tang Ming, immediately wrote out what he realized.

"Young Master, these simple depictions are a bit weird. I really want to see them somewhere!"

Han Daxiong also stood behind Tang Ming and frowned slightly. He really seemed to have seen these murals in front of him that looked like they were not right.

"Haha, there are these murals on the top wall where the Buddha Xiao Bili of the Ghost Sect is located!"

Tang Ming smiled faintly. He had already remembered that he had seen the same mural on the top floor of Tongge when the old man drew those pictograms just now.

"Yes, yes, there is the same mural on the wall of the roof pavilion where the master is located!"

Han Daxiong was completely enlightened. Why did he feel like these things are so moles? After Tang Ming reminded him, he remembered it.

"Maybe, we'll have to spend a long time here!"

Tang Ming said firmly, he might have understood what they need to experience in this world.

...

Soon, everything was packed up, and the ancestors looked at the old man eagerly, waiting for him to distribute food.

The old man walked step by step to the bonfire, muttering in his mouth, all the ancestors lowered their heads, and solemn emotions spread throughout the cave.

The old man slowly knelt down, spread his hands on the ground, and began to kneel down to the bright bonfire. The ancestors and scholars behind him looked like the old man, spreading his hands on the ground with sincere expressions.

After talking for a while, the old man stood up, walked to Tang Ming and the others, and signaled them to sit next to the campfire.

Several people followed the customs and sat down, and immediately the ancestors raised the meat above their heads with their hands.

"This is their rule, the best food for the respected people."

Zong took a piece of golden venison and explained to the confused guy beside him.

Although half of the snow deer was not, it was divided like this. Except for the old man and a few young and strong people, the others could only chew on the dried meat with slightly black spots.

One of the children, who was about the same age as Zong, held a piece of black meat in his hand, but his eyes were brightly staring at the golden snow venison in Zong's hand, and swallowed suddenly.

If a group wants to survive in such an extremely gambling environment, then the existence of level is inevitable.

Leaving the best food to the young and strong who can bring the most hope to the tribe is something that every tribe will follow.
Chapter completed!