Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

After the high priest finished his work in the house, he thought about the herbs he had planted in the back. It was harvest time, so he collected them and dried them while there was still some time for later use.

When he arrived, the high priest was stunned when he saw the destroyed herbs.

He squatted on the ground, carefully looking at the tiny plum blossom-shaped footprints, and his heart was filled with anger.

In the tribe, there is only one person who has footprints of this size and shape.

"Yan Miao, I am so angry."

The high priest was originally thinking about whether to train Ding Yi to be the next priest, but now there is no need to think about it, because she is the one.

Thinking about how hard it was to study, when others were playing at his age, he had already started to learn all kinds of knowledge with the previous priest and had no time to rest at all.

In the last few years of his life, the previous priest wanted to cram everything into his head and urged him to remember it all the time.

The priest is in charge of the tribe's medical and sacrificial activities. If he is not careful, the tribe will be doomed, so he cannot afford to be careless.

Once upon a time, there was a large tribe. After drinking the potion brewed by the priests after a sacrifice, the entire tribe ascended to heaven.

Since then, all tribes have taken it as a warning.

The upper tribe also sent people down to provide emergency training to all subordinate tribes, emphasizing the duties of the priests of each tribe.

In the orc world, there are few people and conception is difficult. Although there are conflicts between tribes, they will not reach the point of genocide.

There are too many doubts about the demise of the Yan tribe in the previous life.

These doubts made Ding Yi feel uneasy. She would feel uneasy if she didn't resolve them.

Ding Yi vaguely realized that the battle might be directed at Yan Miao.

……

The high priest did not inform Ding Yi, but informed everyone in the tribe, including Yan Fang, the leader of the Yan tribe, Ding Yi's father and mother Yan Huo and Huasheng.

He announced that he would accept Ding Yi as his apprentice, and that Ding Yi would be the next successor of the Yan tribe.

Ding Yi finally got the news and was stunned.

"Didn't you say you would consider it? Why is it so sudden?" Ding Yi grabbed Yan Yuan who came to tell him the news, and stared at him blankly with his big eyes.

Yan Yuan touched Ding Yi's head intimately; it was so soft and comfortable.

"Miao Miao, we all thought that you would definitely be accepted as a disciple by the high priest. You have no idea how scary it was when the high priest frowned. None of us dared to get close to him, except you."

Yan Yuan was reluctant to let go, and while Ding Yi didn't object, he rubbed her a few more times.

"Miao Miao, we all have high hopes for you. You are so brave, you will definitely do better than Xing. Come on!"

"Miao Miao, is this what you think? First take down Xing, then become Xing's apprentice."

Yan Yuan touched his chin with one hand and put the other hand on Ding Yi's head and pulled it.

"Miao Miao, you are so brave. I admire you so much."

After bidding farewell to Yan Yuan, Ding Yi squatted in the corner of the cave, crying “meow meow”.

She just wanted to find out the truth, not to be the high priest.

The high priest of a tribe must serve the tribe from the moment he takes office until he dies of old age.

With great power comes great responsibility.

She didn't want to stay in the Yan tribe all her life, she wanted to go out and see the world.

"Wow wow wow..."

When Yanhuohua came back, he saw Ding Yi crying in the corner. He thought she was crying for joy because she knew she had become the high priest's disciple.

"Shh, don't disturb her, the child is very happy, let's go out first."

Ding Yi pricked up his ears and burst into tears when he heard Yanhuo's words.

Life was unbearable. How could they tell that she was happy? She was obviously so sad, but they couldn't see how sad she was. How could they be parents?

After learning from the high priest for a few days, Ding Yi decided to break the status quo that the high priest would only accept disciples when his life span was running out, and become the next high priest of Oh Yang.

She needs to choose her successor in advance.

After observing the tribe for a long time, he chose Yan Yuan to report the news that day.

Yanyuan is five years old, with a big round head. He is smart, lively and active.

Standing next to Ding Yi, it was like the comparison between an adult Siberian tiger and a kitten.

Ding Yi raised her paw. She was obviously already half a year old, but her body had not grown at all and was still so small.

What did the high priest see in her?

Ding Yi was unhappy and did not study seriously, so the high priest was rude and knocked her several times, using her as a negative example to warn Yan Yuan who was studying with her.

When Ding Yi heard this, he laughed instead of getting angry, "Xing, I can't do that. If you like Yan Yuan, then Yan Yuan will be your disciple, okay?"

The high priest was so angry that he hit her several more times and forced her to remember everything she had learned that day so that he could check her tomorrow.

There is no way to record the learning in the tribe, everything is passed down orally.

Ding Yi thought about inventing some characters for recording.

When she came up with this idea and put it into action, she wrote a few words crookedly under the stone with fur and water, wanting to tell the high priest that this was the case.

The high priest looked over, and for a moment, Ding Yi felt his hair stand on end, as if a great terror was about to befall him.

"What is this?" asked the high priest.

"Nothing." Ding Yi quickly wiped it off with water, and the great terror quietly left.

Ding Yi shook off the sweat on his head, and asked with a smile, "Master, why don't you write down what you taught me so that I can learn from you. If you are not here that day, I can still cope with it."

The tribe has the method of recording events by knotting ropes, but the priests still use the most primitive method, which is passed down from the master to the disciples and from generation to generation.

The high priest rolled his eyes at Ding Yi in anger and said, "Some tribes have already been researching the kind of thing you're talking about, such as the Dragon Tribe, the Phoenix Tribe, etc. However, the drawbacks are too great and are still under debate, so they haven't been researched yet."

"Why would there be a debate? Isn't this a good thing?" Ding Yi was puzzled.

The high priest patiently explained: "You are still young and don't know how difficult it is to create something completely new. It is even more difficult to get recognition for your creation. If I were to record everything I teach you now, do you know how many symbols I would need?"

Ding Yi shook his head and answered honestly: "I don't know."

"I don't know either," the high priest smiled and shook his head, "but I know that someone is already doing it. I look forward to that day."

Ding Yi is also looking forward to it.

She understood why the Great Terror was trying to stop her, because this was the credit of the natives of the Beast World, and she couldn't interfere and ruin other people's merits.

Ding Yi felt that he was careless, did not recognize the situation, and wanted to seize the world's merits.

Why didn’t this happen before?

Ding Yi thought deeply and came to the conclusion: the person who created the characters in the beast world is about to succeed, and the laws of nature will not allow outsiders to intercept.

After thinking it through, Ding Yi stopped worrying about creating characters.

She and Yan Yuan stayed together, confirming and supervising each other.

In order to go out and have fun, Ding Yi is stricter with Yan Yuan than with himself.

The high priest looked at them without objection and continued teaching as usual.