Chapter 602: Weird and huge celestial body
Names have special meanings in this era.
Later Ye Zhen learned that the name of this tribe was Pan.
There are only a dozen households here, and there are only more than 20 men in the tribe.
Looks like a very weak tribe.
"Master Cultivator, I have something to ask of you." The burly man was considered the leader of the tribe.
He is also the most powerful person in the tribe.
Usually, he takes the people of the tribe out for hunting.
Going out to hunt and gather is now their main way of obtaining food.
Ye Zhen didn’t speak, just looked at the leader of the Pan tribe quietly.
After walking for such a long time, the sun gradually went down.
"Someone in our tribe is injured." Chief Pan looked sad, "Master Cultivator, please help us."
"No matter what you want, as long as Whatever we have can be dedicated to the adults.”
“Please save the people of my tribe.”
As long as they are injured or sick in this barbaric era.
Basically there is no cure.
Some minor illnesses are likely to kill an ordinary person.
“Chief.” A tribesman took Pan’s hand.
In their imagination, a powerful cultivator like Ye Zhen is superior.
A being who can fly into the sky and into the earth, and move mountains and seas.
Because according to what Ye Zhen just said, Ye Zhen walked alone in the wild for a long time.
You must know that this is the ancient barbaric era.
There are some ferocious beasts, venomous snakes, and even strange beasts outside.
A small tribe like them only dares to hunt in the territory they are familiar with.
I don’t dare to walk around alone outside at all.
The most important thing is that the cultivator named Wuzhen in front of him may be from the Wuxian Kingdom.
A country can be built in such an era.
That is not easy.
Some people from the tribe stood up.
“Patriarch, not every cultivator is good at healing.”
"Yes, only very large tribes will have healing wizards."
"I heard that only tribes like the Xuanyuan clan and the Lianshan clan."
"That's possible. There will be wizards who know how to heal.”
In the eyes of these small tribes.
Existences like cultivators only exist in those very large tribes.
Just then, the sun completely set.
A huge bright round object appeared on the horizon.
The whole sky is almost filled.
Ye Zhen only saw the huge round celestial body.
Silver-white celestial bodies occupied all of Ye Zhen's vision.
Ye Zhen only had the word "huge" in his mind.
That was a scene that Ye Zhen had never seen before.
There is an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"What is this?" Ye Zhen stretched out his finger and pointed at the celestial body above his head that blocked the sky and the sun.
In fact, Ye Zhen already had the answer in his heart.
But just when Ye Zhen was about to point his finger at the giant silver celestial body.
Pan on the side quickly pulled Ye Zhen down, preventing Ye Zhen from pointing his finger at the thing in the sky.
"Master cultivator, you must not do this." Pan looked horrified, "That's oh my God."
Pan was very confused, didn't he come from Wu Xian Kingdom?
How is it possible that you don’t even recognize “Heaven”?
Ye Zhen looked at the huge celestial body in the sky that covered the sky.
“Is that the sky?” Ye Zhen felt extremely shocked.
The ancient people said that the sky is round and the place is round, it turns out that it was not fabricated out of thin air.
Now the huge round celestial body above Ye Zhen’s head is actually the so-called sky?
Ye Zhen thought that heaven had different names in different eras in our country.
Blue sky? Huang Tian? Heaven? This is familiar to everyone.
What about Mr. Qingtian, and the now quite famous flag.
The sky is blue and the sun is red.
Also, Cang Tian is dead and Huang Tian should stand.
There are also the so-called Haotian and Xuantian, and few people know about them.
Heaven is not a metaphysical concept, but an entity.
This is completely different from what we know in modern history.
“The sky is round and the earth is round, that’s how it is.” Ye Zhen seemed to understand something.
Such a huge celestial body hangs overhead like this.
If you look at it with the naked eye, this celestial body is more massive than the sun during the day.
From a visual point of view, it is more majestic and spectacular than the sun.
Looking at Ye Zhen's lost look, Pan couldn't disturb Ye Zhen.
"Master Cultivator, are you okay?" Pan began to worry.
Because there is such a legend circulating here.
It is said that there are heavenly beings living in the "sky".
Ordinary people like them cannot be disrespectful to the sky, not even pointing their fingers to the sky.
Ye Zhen came back to his senses, even a person like Ye Zhen who is usually very calm.
No one can maintain his composure in such a situation.
"You said someone in your tribe is sick?" Ye Zhen also left for a day today.
Although he did not feel any physical fatigue, Ye Zhen felt tired.
It's a feeling of loneliness that comes from walking alone in the wilderness for a long time.
It seems like I am the only one left in the world.
There are only a few scattered tribes in this hundreds of miles. Pan here is Ye Zhen's best choice at the moment.
When Pan heard Ye Zhen's tone, he knew there was something going on, "Yes! Master cultivator."
"Lead the way." Ye Zhen walked inside.
Pan took Ye Zhen to a conical thatched house.
Beside the burning fire, many women and children from the tribe were sitting.
Looking at Ye Zhen, an outsider.
Their faces showed expressions of surprise and fear.
There was a child hiding behind his mother, secretly sticking his head out to look at Ye Zhen.
Compared with them, Ye Zhen is like an immortal descended into the world.
In the dark night, under the light of the "sky", Ye Zhen's body seemed to be glowing with fluorescence.
Pan took Ye Zhenlai into the thatched cottage.
By the firelight outside.
Ye Zhen could see a pale man lying weakly on the haystack.
"Brother." The man coughed weakly a few times.
A caring look on his face.
The weak man in front of him is Pan's twin brother. The two look very similar.
It’s just that he has more beard and the lines on his face are more resolute.
"It's okay, I invited the cultivator to see you." Pan comforted his brother.
"Master Cultivator, this is my younger brother, Gu." Pan looked at Ye Zhen with hopeful eyes. "Please save him."
Ye Zhen didn't even need to look closely to know what was wrong with the person in front of him.
It's just ordinary wind evil entering the body, plus a little fever.
Fever is the most common disease in our modern eyes.
No one treats fever as a serious illness.
But it’s different in this era.
Generally, you can only rely on your own physical fitness to survive.
You can survive if you survive.
If the fever does not go down, there is only a way to death.
"It's nothing, just a minor illness." Ye Zhen ordered someone to boil some water.
"Go and ask your people to use clay pots to get some water."
"Use fire to boil the water in the pot until it bubbles."
Here During that time, their drinking water was usually river water in the wild.
When you encounter a river, you lower your head to drink. There is no habit of boiling water at all.
And our current habit of boiling water is not even a hundred years old.
Boiling water for drinking can be said to be a very luxurious habit.
Pan doesn’t understand, what is the purpose of this boiling water?
But he still followed Ye Zhen’s instructions to find someone to boil some water in a clay pot.
"Yes, Master Cultivator." Pan immediately did it.
There are no medicines or anything like that here, let alone any medical equipment.
Ye Zhen wanted acupuncture but there was no way.
So Ye Zhen could only use weak electric current instead of silver needles to stimulate the meridians of his body.
This is because Ye Zhen's control ability has reached a perfect level, so he can do this.
After Ye Zhen’s acupuncture, Gu’s complexion improved a lot.
Not long after, a pan came in carrying a clay pot of hot water.
"Master cultivator, the water is here." Pan walked in.
"Pour some out in a bowl and let your brother drink it." Ye Zhen asked Pan to do as he said.
In Chinese medicine, boiling water has its own name.
Hot soup, also called Huanyang water, is also called Taihe soup.
It has a good effect in treating wind evil entering the body.
After Pan's brother drank hot water, he felt that his whole body began to feel hot from the inside out.
The chill in my heart was swept away, and my body felt much better.
Pan Gan saw that his brother's complexion had improved a lot, and he fed his brother several bowls of hot water in succession.
At this time, Pan's younger brother no longer looked half-dead.
"Brother!" Pan also knew that his brother was about to recover.
"Brother, I feel much better." Gu gradually began to smile with a smile on his rosy face. He looked up at Ye Zhen, "Thank you, Master Cultivator."
"You should have a good rest. You will probably recover tomorrow." Ye Zhen left a few words and went out.
Pan looked at his brother a few more times and found that there was really nothing wrong with him.
The tight strings in my heart also relaxed.
A woman with a wheat complexion came over, and Pan said to the woman, "Sister-in-law, please take care of your husband."
This is Pan's brother's wife.
The woman nodded and walked into the thatched house.
Pan walked up to Ye Zhen at this time and knelt down directly, "Lord Restorer, thank you for saving my brother."
Pan kowtowed three times to Ye Zhen directly. Nodding his head, he stood up.
"Say it, Lord Cultivator."
"Everything in our tribe, as long as you like it."
"As long as you speak out, everything can be given to you. "
"Including my Pan's life." Pan slapped his strong chest.
What good things can be found in this small tribe?
"Give me a room to sleep in for one night." Ye Zhen patted Pan on the shoulder, "This is the reward I want."
After Pan heard this, he was stunned.
He was ready to bleed a lot, and Ye Zhen even wanted to sacrifice the people in the tribe himself and ask for all the rations in the tribe.
He would agree without saying anything.
But I didn’t expect Ye Zhen to say that he only wanted a place to sleep?
This cultivator is so strange.
(End of this chapter)