Chapter 945 Prince Changqin (Please Subscribe! Please Ask for a Monthly Pass!)

After leaving the Youluo tribe, Lingqing met many tribes again.

Some, like the Youluo tribe, sacrificed five grains, while others still sacrificed hundreds of animals.

And some are sacrificed by people, captured enemies, or simply warriors of their own tribe.

All kinds of situations, but also outlines a picture of the changes of the times.

In addition to being invited by others, he participated in several tribes' sacrificial ceremonies with five grains as sacrifices.

Ling Qing didn't disturb other people's sacrifices.

Even those ceremonies that sacrificed people, he just glanced at them from afar.

Seeing that the witch of his tribe had a vicious temperament and was about to drive him out, he turned and left.

If you are not in your position, you will not seek your own government.

Such things cannot be defined by human ethics, and there is no justice to be done.

Since Lingqing can't get rid of this habit, let's temporarily see it as pure.

The development of the times does not happen overnight.

As he went south, he met more and more musicians on the road.

Most of them are witches from various tribes, and some are totem warriors of the tribes, and there are very few ordinary tribesmen.

Of course, little also stands for being.

Lingqing met a young man who escaped from the tribe.

"Our tribe is different from other tribes. Other tribes are cultivating grains and singing and dancing during the harvest.

And we still mainly hunt and plunder the food of other tribes.

During the sacrifice, it will be held at night, and no sound is allowed during the whole process. "

There was no expression on the young man's delicate face, he just said lightly: "I don't like this.

When I went out with the warriors of the tribe, I saw people from other tribes singing and dancing, and I wanted to do the same.

It's just that maybe people in our tribe really don't fit in like this.

I can only dance the murderous witch dance, but I can't play a moving melody.

This time I heard that the Great Witch Zhurong is going to gather the winds of all countries in Hengshan, collect the sounds of the world, and use them as music scores.

I think there must be many musicians there who can teach me how to play music. "

Ling Qing smiled and said: "Then I wish you in advance that you can learn something."

The boy suddenly asked, "Are you a musician?"

Ling Qing shook her head: "I'm not."

"Then why did you go to Mount Heng?"

"Find someone."

"Is the person you are looking for a musician?"

"Probably." Ling Qing thought for a while, although Tian Ying practiced swordsmanship, but her skills were more reflected in rhythm and dance.

"Then what can I learn from him?"

"I can ask for you."

"Thank you!" The boy was obviously happy instead of being a little brisk.

But there is still not much expression on the face.

Lingqing could tell that the young man in front of him should have been very detached.

It's just that under the influence of the tribal atmosphere, it suppresses its own nature.

"May I have your name?"

"Shi, my name is Shi."

Lingqing turned her head to look at the young man, and said, "That's quite a predestined relationship, my tribe is called Qingshi."

"My tribe is not. In our tribe, stone represents dullness, unable to become a witch, and not qualified to become a totem warrior."

"Do you want to be a witch?"

"No, I want to be a musician like the great witch Zhurong and the prince Changqin."

"Why?"

"Witch, it's... barbaric." Shi said hesitantly.

"They are also powerful witches themselves."

"If you don't become a witch, can you not become a musician?"

"That's not true." Ling Qing smiled.

With Shi Zai, he also has an extra speaker along the way.

Ling Qing rode on the blue lion and walked slowly, while Shi was running back and forth beside him.

He could see that the ability of the tribe where Shi belonged to should be related to night and shadow.

Even if he is not a witch or a totem warrior of the tribe, he still subconsciously walks lightly in his behavior and hides himself in the darkness.

On the way, when Lingqing meets other witches, Shi will listen to them when Lingqing talks to them.

If someone wants to play it, he will imitate it secretly.

But he will not ask rashly.

His experience told him that an ordinary person is not qualified to talk to witches.

Of course, the Qingshi witch in front of him is an exception.

He turned to look at Ling Qing.

In a few days, the two traveled all the way and arrived at the foot of Mount Heng.

The Hengshan Mountain at this time is different from the Hengshan Mountain Lingqing saw before.

The mountains and plains are like a fire, and the four fields are full of various melodies.

The sky above the highest mountain, Zhurong Peak, is like a big sun.

If you want to come here, it is the residence of the great witch Zhu Rong.

Ling Qing first took out the green gnat, and saw that Tian Ying was indeed nearby.

After connecting, Tian Ying shouted happily: "Brother? Why are you here?"

Ling Qing gave a brief account of her own experience, and said: "Because you have never been to Shennong City, I will come and take a look.

where are you now? "

"I'm on Zigai Peak, wait a minute, I'll come find you after I tell Mr. Changqin."

"good."

After Lingqing cut off the contact, Jian Shi said excitedly: "Mr. Changqin? Is the prince Changqin?"

"It should be."

"Sure enough, I will definitely learn the rhythm from your friend, and then I will become a world-famous musician like Prince Changqin."

"Let me tell you first, I'm just introducing you. I can't guarantee whether my junior sister is willing to teach you."

"Junior sister? Younger sister? Is your friend a woman?"

Seeing his strange expression, Ling Qing couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, the most powerful witches and warriors in our tribe are all women."

The two were chatting when they heard a phoenix cry from Zigai Peak, and then saw three phoenix birds flying towards them.

With sharp eyes, Lingqing saw clearly that Tian Ying was riding on the back of a phoenix bird on the left.

And on Fengniao in the middle, sitting cross-legged is a handsome young man with flowing hair.

When she got close, Tian Ying jumped down and came to Lingqing, and shouted happily: "Senior brother!"

Ling Qing looked at her, and saw that although her cultivation base had not improved by leaps and bounds, the sound of the sword energy on her body became more and more intense.

Obviously, after entering this world, her perception of her own way has also deepened by three points.

He nodded and said: "Yes, it seems that I have found my own way."

The young man on the side said, "Ying, why don't you introduce me?"

Tian Ying pointed to the young man and said to Ling Qing: "Brother, this is Prince Changqin."

Then he said to Changqin: "Mr. Changqin, this is my brother, Ling Daoqing."

"Brother?" Changqin glanced at the two of them, and said, "I always thought that your witchcraft was a bit special, but I didn't expect you to be Qi refiners?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Changqin." Tian Ying said apologetically, "I didn't mean to deceive, I just didn't explain."

Living in a world of witches, and the relationship between witches and Qi refiners is still unclear, Tian Ying naturally will not reveal her identity with great fanfare.

And her cultivation technique itself is very similar to witchcraft.

No one noticed any difference.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care about witches and qi refiners, as long as it can inspire my music style."

Changqin shook her head, looked at Lingqing and asked, "Does Mr. Daoqing understand rhythm?"

Ling Qing shook her head: "I don't really understand."

"That's it." Changqin suddenly lost interest in Lingqing, turned to Tian Ying and said, "I'll be waiting for you in Zhurong City."

After all, he took the phoenix and headed for Zhurong City at the foot of Hengshan Mountain.