"She is my sister, she has always been rude and willful, when you see her in the future, don't conflict with her, you are just a slave, otherwise I can't protect you."
Yao Xiang said to Chen Feng.
"Yes, master."
Chen Feng replied respectfully.
He is not afraid of this woman, but this woman is the sister of the Yao Xiang clan, which means that she can't be offended in this Yao clan, but judging from the way she left just now, Chen Feng was worried that it was not the trouble he went to find her, but the trouble she came back to find herself.
"Master, why do I only see slaves in the territory, and I don't see the existence of other Honghuang monks?"
Chen Feng asked tentatively.
"The Honghuang monks need to provide supplies for the family, in normal times, they will hunt prey and deal with enemies outside, only the clan day will come back, by the way, tomorrow is the clan day, you can see them."
Yao Xiang said to Chen Feng.
"I see."
Chen Feng thought about it and felt that it made sense.
After all, this is a desolate land, ordinary people can't go out to hunt prey, the lifestyle of the people here is still very primitive, and no one grows food or anything, let alone those modern lives, all the food is obtained by hunting.
"You come with me."
Yao Xiang said to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng nodded, and followed the Yao Xiang clan to a house with the best house in the entire territory, which was also her residence, and the Yao Xiang clan brought him in, and the house was also very simple, basically nothing.
Of course, this kind of simplicity is only for Chen Feng, a modern person's critical eye, because there is no water and electricity in this house, and there is no decent furniture or anything like that, and there is not even a kerosene lamp in this era, and the most primitive torches are used.
But for the people of this tribe, the house of the Yao Xiang clan is already the best, and no matter how powerful the Honghuang monks are, it is impossible for them to build high-tech things such as generators, televisions, refrigerators, and even air conditioners.
Sunrise and sunset are their lives, and they are also the most primitive lives, even the Yao Xiang clan, the eldest lady of the Yao clan, has nothing too special on weekdays except for cultivation.
"Take your clothes off."
Yao Xiang suddenly said to Chen Feng.
"Take off ......
Undress. ” Chen Feng was suddenly a little dumbfounded, could it be that his little white-faced life was about to start?
By the way, I don't know if women in this era brush their teeth or not, they shouldn't have toothpaste yet, right?
What if she has bad breath?
Chen Feng began to think crankily.
"Forget it, death is death, just dedicate yourself to art, no, you dedicate yourself to the art of cultivating the wilderness."
Chen Feng gritted his teeth and took off his clothes.
In fact, Chen Feng is not wearing the clothes of this era, he is still wearing the leather clothes he brought from the earth, but his leather clothes have been made into magic clothes by him, which does not burn when exposed to fire, does not get wet when encountering water, and can resist the attacks of some simple magic weapons, so when he appears here, he looks a little different.
Just when Chen Feng thought he was going to dedicate himself, he saw Yao Xiang take out some leaves and grind them into powder and smear them on the place where Chen Feng had just been slapped in the face.
I saw that the handprints on the skin disappeared quickly, and Chen Feng felt a trace of coolness, it turned out that Yao Xiang was just trying to help him treat his injuries, not to treat him or anything.
Chen Feng finally put his mind at ease, he didn't mind doing that kind of thing with women, but he didn't want to be forced by women to do that kind of thing, this was not a matter of principle, but a matter of men's face.
After relieving his heart, Chen Feng was also stunned by the healing effect of this leaf, what was going on with Chen Feng's injury, he knew best, although he deliberately took the woman's palm, but the power of this palm was not small, even if Chen Feng used his own healing pill to treat, it was not as good as the effect of this strange leaf.
"Okay, your injuries are all right, by the way, can you tell me where you came from?"
Yao Xiang asked Chen Feng curiously.
"I come from a magical place, where everyone doesn't go to cultivate, but to develop science and technology......"
Chen Feng suddenly turned his mind and said some interesting things on the earth to her.
If you want to obtain the inheritance of the Honghuang monk as soon as possible, Chen Feng must try to please this Yao Xiang clan, and in the other Yao clan, it is not safe, only the Yao Xiang clan can protect him, so Chen Feng wants to reflect his value, it is best to arouse her curiosity, which will be more beneficial to him.
For a person in the flood wilderness, where has the Yao Xiang clan heard of these fresh things, the flood monks have to fight against the harsh environment, fight against prey, fight against hostile tribes, and face either volcanoes or thunderstorms, but they really think so, and they have cultivated a powerful ability to survive in the flood wilderness.
And Chen Feng said and stopped, he suddenly stopped, at this moment he flickered with a strange feeling, he came from a highly developed place on the earth, and then came here to pursue the most primitive cultivation method, is this a return to the most primitive origin of human beings?
Is the source of eternal life, the cycle of human life, from birth, growth, aging, and then from infancy, to the cycle and repetition?
"Don't say that?"
Just when Chen Feng was thinking about it, he hadn't heard enough of Yao Xiang's words.
"Oh, I thought about some things in my hometown just now, and I was a little distracted, I'm sorry."
Chen Feng said with an embarrassed look.
"By the way, master, can I ask you a question?"
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Chen Feng said to Yao Xiang.
"Of course, what do you have to ask?"
Yao Xiang said generously.
"You ......
Will your most powerful Flood Monk die?
Chen Feng asked.
"I'm not talking about death because of struggle, I want to know, can your most powerful Flood Cultivator be immortal?"
Chen Feng was worried that Yao Xiang wouldn't understand, so he specially explained to her.
"No, no matter how powerful the Flood Monk is, he will eventually die, this is what my mother told me, no one can be immortal."
Yao Xiang shook his head at Chen Feng and said.
Chen Feng suddenly became a little disappointed, he didn't expect that even such a powerful Flood Desolation Cultivator would not be able to live forever, so who could be immortal?
But no matter what, eternal immortality is the path he Chen Feng wants to take, and it is also his lifelong pursuit, he will never give up, maybe the Honghuang Monk is not the end of cultivation, there are other roads behind, but Chen Feng doesn't know now.