Ball Ball Cultivation

Chapter 379 Mysterious Pond

Xuan Shen's mind was clear, and he came out to explain: "Old man, we were just passing by here and saved you and your grandson."

Mingshan also came out to testify: "Grandpa, I was chased by bad guys and fell off a cliff at Red Rock Peak. It was the gods who saved me, and now the gods have saved you and mother too. They were sent by the mountain god to save us. Tell us where my father and the others went. The gods will definitely save our tribe."

Mingshan's grandfather, Minghu, looked at his innocent grandson, then at the two distinguished men and women before him. He sat up straighter and said respectfully, "My two nobles, I can tell you the secret to our tribe's longevity, but you must protect us."

Qiuqiu and Xuanshen looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes. They were cultivators, and although they did not attach much importance to methods to prolong the lifespan of mortals, there were so many clansmen in the space who needed them.

Xuan Shen nodded in agreement: "First, tell me where this is? What happened? How can we protect you?"

Hearing this answer, Ming Hu felt relieved. It was not like someone would just agree to it empty-handed and then kill the person to silence him after getting the secret.

Just as he was about to answer, he saw a young man about twenty years old running down from the stream in the distance. He was wearing coarse linen clothes, leaning on a thick branch, and his right leg was bleeding. He limped towards the small square.

Seeing the bodies lying in front of him, he didn't even care about the wound on his leg. He hugged the bloody corpse of an old man with both hands and cried, "Grandpa."

Mingshan saw the person coming and ran out excitedly, shouting, "Uncle, uncle, you're still alive, that's great. Uncle, here."

"Grandpa, uncle is still alive." He turned around, wiped the blood off his face, and shouted excitedly.

Ming Hu was very emotional. He coughed twice and asked the lame young man, "Hu Zi, why did you come down the mountain?"

Hu Zi wiped his tears and cried sadly: "Dad, what happened? Why are my great grandfather and ancestors all dead?"

As he spoke, his voice was choked with sobs, his whole body was trembling, and his hoarse voice contained infinite sorrow.

Mingshan reacted the fastest and figured out the reason immediately: "Uncle, is it because I didn't deliver today's meal that I came down the mountain because I was so hungry?"

He moved to the unconscious mother's side and explained aggrievedly, "Mother made you green vegetable balls and roe deer meat this morning. I was on my way to deliver the meal when I was chased by bad guys and fell off a cliff. That's why I didn't deliver the meal on time!"

He looked at Qiuqiu with eyes full of gratitude: "It was these two gods who saved my life at the foot of Qingshan Cliff. Uncle, I'm sorry that your food also fell off the cliff and can't be found."

Hu Zi held the crutch again and walked slowly to Mingshan, stroking the scar on his head: "Don't blame Shanwa." He turned to look at Minghu, waiting for an answer.

Ming Hu was fed a small bamboo cup of diluted spiritual spring water by Xuan Shen, and was just about to gather his strength to explain the whole story.

Mingshan suddenly said, "Uncle, you didn't have any food in the morning or at noon, and you still insisted on going down the mountain despite being injured. How is your health now?" He glanced at Xuanshen with his little eyes, and also wanted the gods to help check his uncle's injuries!

Hu Zi's sad expression froze, and he turned his head to listen attentively to his father's explanation.

Ming Hu recovered his strength and said slowly, "Our Mingshan tribe is located in the northwest of the Dongman Forest, the easternmost part of the Great Zhou Kingdom. We have always lived in the mountains, relying on hunting for a living. Our life was very hard. The number of people in the entire tribe did not exceed 3,000 at its peak. When faced with natural disasters, the number of people was only 500 to 600 at its lowest. It was not until more than 200 years ago that the situation of the tribe gradually changed.

Hunters live a hard life, with little food to eat. They go deep into the mountains and sometimes don't come back for ten days or half a month. They may get seriously injured if they encounter wild beasts.

Just like Hu Zi, even if he managed to save his life by chance, he would still have a hard time surviving because he was lame and disabled and couldn't hunt.

It is normal for the elders in the tribe to live to fifty, and it is considered a long life if they are over sixty. They cannot be compared with you noble lords.

There are many noble men in the city who are over 60 or 70 years old!

My grandfather was a warrior of the tribe at that time. One time when he went out hunting, he was seriously injured and chased by a pack of wolves. In a panic, he fell into a pool near the Jinshilin Forest.

I originally thought it was a dead end, so I jumped into the pond to escape, just wanting to keep my body intact.

Unexpectedly, three days later, grandpa woke up by the pond, and his injuries were almost healed.

Although he was left with a disability in his legs, he was the only man in the Mingshan tribe who lived to be eighty years old.

Later, Grandpa tried to find out the reason for his longevity. After much verification, he concluded that it was probably because he fell into the pool at that critical moment.

Later, my father's generation would go into the mountains every year to drink the water from this pool.

When I grew up and took over as the tribe leader, I led the tribe to build a waterway to divert the water from the pond to the mountain spring water we drink every day."

As she spoke, she wiped away tears. "Three generations have been drinking the water from the pond. The number of elderly people in the tribe is increasing. The secret of longevity has been targeted by evil people! I didn't know that the water brought down from the pond would bring disaster to the tribe. Woohoo, they are all dead, all dead."

The bodies of thousands of elderly people were lying across the small square, 70% of whom were ladies in their sixties, but there were few young men and women, let alone children.

Hu Zi quickly stepped forward to comfort him, "Dad, this isn't your fault. We distributed the holy water to every villager, so what's wrong with that?"

Ming Hu said excitedly, "Those bandits are asking these people for the secret of longevity and asking about the divine bird. I've already told them the location of the holy water, but they don't believe me. They're still asking about the divine bird. Where is the divine bird?"

He said with a somewhat crazy look: "I really don't know. Your sixth uncle, seventh uncle, and ninth uncle died so unjustly. I really don't know what the sacred bird is. We drained the sacred spring together. Wuwu... Wuwu..."

Ming Hu sobbed, feeling aggrieved and angry, and fainted again.

Xuan Shen's face was full of sympathy, while Qiuqiu had no expression on his face. He pinched the magic formula to draw out a stream of spiritual spring water, mixed the Qingxin Pill into it, and threw it into Minghu's mouth.

Ming Hu slowly woke up. Qiuqiu felt sorry for him, but didn't sympathize with him. He went straight to the point and asked, "You'd better tell me the whereabouts of those young people in the tribe. Maybe they can still be saved."

Qiuqiu used his spiritual sense to investigate, and found that the traces left behind were messy and he couldn't confirm which group of forces they belonged to.

Ming Hu's eyes lit up again, and he analyzed carefully: "They are a group of people, with more than a thousand armed soldiers, and the knives in their hands are all short scimitars.

They mainly tried to interrogate the tribe's secret to longevity, and also forced young people to explore the mountains and search for the sacred bird. They also took women and children back as slaves."

The barbarians wanted to know the secret of longevity and kept threatening to kill the old man to force the truth.