The Caveman Made Me Awesome

Pingyao strode over and slammed Ye Xi on the shoulder, and said excitedly, "I thought you were dead!"

Half a year ago, he heard the team that came back talking about what happened in the Nu River. He knew that Ye Xi had fallen into the Nu River, and he felt sad for this new friend for a long time, but he didn't expect Ye Xi to come back alive!

You must know that no one can fall into the Angry River and come back alive, if he hadn't seen him with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it!

Ye Xi smiled and said, "I'm lucky, I didn't die."

If Cangwu hadn't rescued him, he would already be a corpse.

Chief Gongtao heard the movement and pushed aside the crowd to greet him. His eyes lit up when he saw Ye Xi's clothes. What kind of fabric is this, why has he never seen it before?

But now is not the time to talk about this, the pottery chief patted Ye Xi's shoulder with a big fan-like palm, and said with relief, "Just come back safely."

"Brother Ye Xi!"

The voice with a crying voice suddenly sounded, and the heavy rain suddenly rushed out from the crowd, bowing his head and trying to pounce into Ye Xi's arms.

Ye Xi's scalp went numb, and after dodging to avoid it, he quickly hid behind Chief Gongtao.

He actually forgot about the trouble.

Fortunately, the elder of the Qingyang clan appeared immediately, his old palm grabbed the corner of Thick Rain's clothes and pulled her aside, watching Ye Xi's lips trembling: "Brother Ye, I wonder if you saw my home-like defeat outside. Wow?"

Those old, cloudy eyes were full of hope and invisible pleading.

The Gongtao chief frowned slightly, pulled the Qingyang clan elder and whispered, "Qing Lao, Brother Ye just came back from outside, and how could he be so lucky and just meet him."

After finishing speaking, Chief Gongtao said apologetically to Ye Xi: "Brother Ye, don't mind."

"It's okay." Ye Xi said.

He thought about losing for a moment, looked at the enthusiastic pottery workers around him, and said solemnly, "Let's go somewhere else and talk."

The Gongtao chief and the Qingyang tribe were stunned.

The higher-ups of Gongtao were not stupid, and they were keenly aware that Ye Xi's expression was different, which might be related to the loss, but looking at Ye Xi's expression, it was obviously not good news.

The chief pottery reacted, he smiled disguisedly, and said loudly: "Okay, let's go to the pottery building! Brother Ye returned safely from afar, we must have a good meal!"

He let the clansmen spread out, and then took Ye Xi to the Taolou with several senior officials of Gongtao.

The Qingyang clan elder looked sluggish and followed behind them with trembling lips. Seeing this, the heavy rain no longer pestered Ye Xi, and worriedly took the old father's arm and helped him walk slowly.

In a bright pottery building.

A group of people sat opposite each other around the carved stone platform.

Ye Xi thought about the language, and then said, "I lost as if I saw it outside, but he is still alive."

As soon as these words came out, the Qingyang clan elder immediately let out a sigh of relief, and the whole person seemed to be collapsed.

The other high-level workers in the pottery industry were very excited when they heard the words, and many people immediately stood up and asked repeatedly.

"You see, Lord Loser? Where is he, and where did you meet him?"

"What did he tell you, why didn't he come back?"

"Does he look okay? Is he hurt?"

While excited, Chief Gongtao glanced at Ye Xi's clothes again, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his heart, and his heart was faintly warmed, and he said in a trembling voice: "You... Did you find Jiugong, he is in Jiugong?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was pressed the silence button, and all went silent.

Nine workers, nine workers, this is the belief of the Gongtao tribe throughout the ages! It's their roots!

All the pottery workers turned their hot eyes to Ye Xi and waited for his answer with bated breath.

Ye Xi nodded with so much anticipation: "Yes, he found Jiugong, he is in Jiugong."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

As soon as the words fell, an old Gongtao clan's face turned red, stood up excitedly, and laughed loudly.

"Jiugong, he found Jiugong!! As expected of a loss, as expected of a loss of our Gongtao tribe!!"

"I knew he could do it,

That's such a loss! "

"I can't wait, I want to tell Wu now! Tell them that we found Jiugong! We found our roots!"

"I found it! I found it..." Some clan elders with white hair actually burst into tears on the spot, and some people raised their arms and shouted wildly.

Ye Xi didn't understand why they were so excited, and said in astonishment, "This is..."

Duan Ling, who was sitting next to Ye Xi, was also inexplicable, watching the crowd of pottery workers crying and laughing madly.

Pingyao calmed down his excitement and explained to Ye Xi: "It is said that a long time ago, our pottery tribe was established by a group of warriors from Jiugong."

Although he tried his best to suppress himself, his voice was still a little trembling.

"Legend, and our first chief was a disciple of the Taota of the Jiugong tribe, so our tribe is called Gongtao."

Ye Xi was shocked: "No wonder..."

No wonder Gongtao is so keen on studying human craftsmanship and technology, that enthusiasm and research energy are exactly the same as Jiu Gong!

Pingyao was still talking in that Xuxu: "It is said that the Jiugong tribe has countless strong people, and it is a legendary super tribe. There are wild beast-level pets everywhere, just like ordinary beasts. It is said that the Jiugong tribe is as common. There are nine towers, and each tower has countless exquisite skills..."

"We Gongtao thought about finding the roots of our own tribe when we were still a small tribe of several hundred people, but we were too weak to go too far. Countless outstanding Gongtao warriors died outside, and there has been no news since then. , never came back..."

Pingyao was very sighed when he said this, and his eyes were empty, as if thinking of something.

This area is too closed and weak. Although the Nu River Basin is better than the Black Ridge Mountains, there has only ever been a sixth-level warrior. It would be difficult for a warrior below the fifth level to travel tens of thousands of miles to reach Jiugong. ascend to the sky.

Ye Xi was able to find Jiugong, firstly because he was rushed near Jiugong by the Nu River, and secondly because he had amazing luck and got the inheritance of the Zuwu. With the strength of the fourth-level warrior, he could stumble all the way across. Wild for thousands of miles.

And Pan Lost definitely didn't have the same luck as Ye Xi, and I don't know how he did it. It was indeed admirable, and it was no wonder that it was the pride of the Gongtao tribe and the myth of the tribes in the Nu River Valley.

But……

Ye Xi and Duan Ling looked at each other, he pursed his lips, and decided to wait for the pottery worker to calm down a little before talking about losing.

But amid the joy, the old Qingyang clan had already pulled him to ask, and said with a red face: "Thank you for your hard work, I wonder if that kid from my family is doing well in Jiugong?"

"Haha, Jiugong is our ancestral land, can't we lose?" A clan old man who had a good relationship with the Qingyang clan said with a smile.

Ye Xi struggled in his heart, should he hide the news that he had become a slave, and let the pottery worker live in the joy of fiction.

But in case there is another sixth-level warrior behind the Gongtao tribe, and then go to find the nine workers with hope.

After thinking about it again and again, Ye Xi took a deep breath and said, "Pan lost he also became the disciple of the tower master."

All the pottery workers were overjoyed.

"But he...became a slave of Gongtao." Ye Xi closed his eyes and finally said it.

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