Go to another world to be a priest

People here don't have the concept of seasons and solar terms, but they are as sensitive to the changes of seasons as animals.

Before going to bed the night before, it was still lush and green, like a green leaf with endless vitality. The next morning, a yellowish spot quietly grew. This is a wound or a scar brought by time. Lose.

Deeper and more dewy, Yining curled up on the animal skin blanket that cost tens of thousands in the previous life, his brows were furrowed, his eyelashes kept trembling, his eyeballs could be seen rolling back and forth restlessly under his thin eyelids, Then he kept moaning unconsciously.

"No, I...don't! Don't go..."

Unconsciously grasping the hands, two water marks slid down the corners of the eyes, trembling like a cub that lost its mother.

Mu Kun opened his eyes, and looked into the room worriedly, because he held a meeting hastily without consideration, Yining punished him for sleeping outside.

After their house was overturned, Yining designed it completely according to his own preferences. After meeting with the carpenter for a long time, he finalized the design drawing: There are four rooms on the first floor, the largest one is used as a bedroom, with a large balcony and a bay window, In winter, the sun can directly shine on the body, and the lighting is also good; the other three are a bedroom, a study, and a storage room.

Although they don't often have guests, Yining is used to having a guest room at home, what if there is an emergency?

A study room is necessary. He registered all the population of the Mu clan, bound them neatly with bay leaf paper, and drew drawings for the carpenter to build bookshelves according to the filing cabinets of the previous life, and store them in categories.If necessary, you can simply find the information you need by clicking on the map.

In addition to the household registration book, there are also farmland water conservancy, plant encyclopedias, life knowledge, mathematical calculations... The development of the Mu clan has always been progressing through exploration. Yining was just an ordinary boy in his previous life. The radiant male protagonists written in the novel also have a considerable distance, so he has been working hard.

The most important thing is to organize the experience into written records. In the 5000 years of China, from the oldest slash-and-burn farming to the current mechanized production, isn’t it also slowly accumulated by the wisdom of thousands of years?

Yining couldn't think of a faster way, so he could only follow the most stupid but most effective way to do it bit by bit, starting from writing records, opening schools, and system inheritance.

This is the most stupid method, but it can lay the strongest foundation for this continent.

The storage room was built out of necessity. The people of the Mu tribe are so enthusiastic. Whenever anyone gets something good, as long as they think they can sell it, they will give some to the priest. Yining is very happy to accept it. , slowly accumulated more and more, and one day suddenly found that the house was full of these gadgets, and there was almost no place to stand.

So he simply tidied up and tidied up those small wooden animals, beautiful stones, transparent animal bones, mats made of pampas grass...all of them were packed into the room, it was the wishes of the clansmen anyway, It's not easy to throw it away either.

Two of the four rooms form a semi-enclosed shape, with a hall in the middle, and a tatami bed against the wall, made of pure solid wood, covered with a mat made of tough and soft reed grass, on which is a long-haired animal skin blanket and Soft cushions.There is also a small table on the tatami bed with a small drawer and a purple clay tea set on it. This is where Yi Ning usually rests and reads.

The hall is very large, and there are several large solid wood armchairs on both sides. They are also covered with animal skins and covered with cushions of the same color. They are for guests to sit on.

Normally, Yining and Mu Kun would receive guests here and discuss clan affairs.

Because of Yining's anger, Mu Kun was kicked out and not allowed to sleep in the bedroom. Yining's original intention was to let him sleep in the guest room, but Mu Kun was blaming himself, and he didn't want to sleep alone in the cold guest room, so he simply stayed in Yining's living room. Sleeping on the tatami in the bedroom, you can still hear the movement of the bedroom here, you can't sleep in your arms, it's better to be closer.

He has sharp ears and eyes, and was alert at first, but just as Yining uttered the first sleep talk, he woke up.

The vague groans were intermittent, and he couldn't really hear what he said, but the unconcealable sadness and sadness in his tone made Mu Kun's heart twitch instantly.

Gently pushing open the half-covered door, Mu Kun stepped in, even if Yi Ning beat himself up after waking up and punished himself to sleep outside for another ten nights, he couldn't let Yi Ning, who was haunted by nightmares, suffer alone.

Gently hugging him in his arms, Mu Kun leaned over and kissed his forehead: "Yining, wake up, wake up...don't sleep."

Eyelashes fluttered faster, Yining unconsciously grabbed Mu Kun's sleeves, his eyeballs rolled back and forth, tears spilled out of the corners of his eyes, leaving a long trail of tears, and wet his cheeks.

Distressed to wipe away tears for the person in his arms, Mu Kun tightened his arms and shook slightly, an uncontrollable anger rose in his heart, Yining cried sadly for others in his sleep, telling that person not to leave!

Who is this guy?Yining obviously belonged to him, from body to heart, every finger and every hair belonged to him!

He obviously knew all about Yining's past from Xiaolu, and knew that although Yining lived alone and hard in that world, he obviously never had anyone he liked, no matter male or female!

But now this guy who occupies Yining's mind and can make him so sad even in his dreams, who the hell is it? !

Fierce murderous aura was released, his muscles tensed, and his subordinates exerted force unconsciously. Now Mu Kun's whole plan is to figure out who that person is, and then kill him with the most cruel means.

No one can occupy such a position in Yining's heart, except himself!

"Hmm..." Yining murmured, and opened his tear-wet eyes.

What came into view was Mu Kun with a murderous face, his body hurting from the hoop, and the anger in the eyes of the man who leaned over to look at him was undisguised, like a wolf whose territory had been violated, eager to teach the intruder a bloody lesson.

Seeing Yining wake up, Mu Kun took a deep breath, restrained his hostility, and fixedly stared into Yining's eyes: "Yining, are you dreaming?"

Yi Ning stretched out his arms to hug Mu Kun's neck, and just fell into Mu Kun's arms, crying even more fiercely.

Mu Kun sighed almost imperceptibly, and gently patted Yining's back to comfort him, no matter how much he hated making Yining such a person, he still had to coax Yining well first.

"What the hell? Tell me? Huh?"

Yining sobbed and said, "I, I was dreaming, uh... dreaming and dreaming... woo... The old man died..."

Mu Kun was stunned for two seconds before realizing who the old man Yi Ning was talking about was.

Without thinking about the meaning behind Yining's words, the tense muscles relax first, as long as you are not a rival in love...

"The patron saint is the founding god of the mainland, and it won't die, Yining, this is just a dream. Don't be afraid, I'll be here with you..." The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Mu Kun comforted him softly.

"It's just a dream? But... No matter how I call him, he doesn't show up. In my dream, I still dream that he says he can't do it, and I can only rely on me here... Mu Kun, I feel so sad..."

"Don't you hate the patron saint?" Mu Kun didn't know what else to do besides comforting himself, so he had to change the subject and let Yining talk more, so that he could think less.

Yining choked for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he said quietly: "I really hated him when I first found out the truth... But anyway, he is my only relative... Even if I hate the way he treats me, I still miss him in my heart. When you were poisoned, I asked him for help, thinking that I would gradually get in touch with him... Although he kept it a secret for so many years, he also gave me a lot of good things. Still pretty good."

"But... After that time, I never contacted him again... Mu Kun, tell me, could something happen to him?"

The wet eyes looked at Mu Kun expectantly, how could Mu Kun refuse such eyes?

Words of comfort blurted out without thinking: "No, the patron saint is a Dafa God, an immortal existence, how could he die? Don't think too much, Yining, you have to remember—"

Mu Kun held Yining's face in his hands, looked into his eyes, his eyes were focused and serious, as if he wanted to see directly into the bottom of his heart, Yining had never seen such serious eyes on Mu Kun's face, even the heart in his dream He also forgot most of the injury, and could only look at Mu Kun and say word by word:

"No matter what happens, I will be by your side, accompany you, and protect you! If the patron saint really entrusts you with the responsibility of this world, don't be afraid, because I am still with you."

This sentence is like a fuse and an aphrodisiac, baking the slightly cold air in early autumn to be as scorching as midsummer. I don’t know who will get close to whom first, who will be seduced by whom first, once the lips stick together, I won’t want to When they separated again, they needed to take care of their poor health, and restrain their energy. At this moment, the two of them forgot all about it, only eager to confirm that the other party was still by their side.

On this day when the first leaves turn yellow, Yining is not the only one who has nightmares.

Wisteria suddenly opened her eyes, stretched out her hand to touch, and sure enough the man was not by her side, a trace of hatred flashed across her delicate face, she threw the pillow belonging to that man under the bed viciously!

Since you have someone else in your heart, what are you doing to provoke me?Now even the fog is gone, but you blame me for all of this, Montenegro, if you are really so ruthless, don't blame me, Wisteria, for being unyielding!

Since she was a child, she was the No. 1 messenger of the gods. Wisteria's pride is deeply rooted in her bones. Although she fell in love with this man, but when she couldn't get it with all her efforts, the love was as deep as the hatred!

The waves beat against the rocks on the shore, stirring up white waves.

Amidst the sound of the waves, Qingteng suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold down his beating heart, and shouted: "Come here!"

The guard who was dozing outside the door acted smartly, pushed the door open and came in, knelt down on one knee: "Priest."

"Send someone to the Black Stone Clan to see if brother Wisteria is well."

"Yes." The guard replied, a little hesitant, this is more serious at night, and it is not easy to go to sea...

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Qingteng picked up a conch and smashed it at it. These short-sighted people know how to be lazy all day long, and they are obedient and obedient!

"Yes, yes, the priest calm down, I will arrange for people to go out immediately..." The guard remembered the priest's temper, trembling all over, stood up tremblingly and ran away.

River Tribe.

Surrounded by various plants, even the roof was covered with vines in the small wooden house, Lvyang sat up from the bed, got out of bed, put on a robe and went out.

Pushing away the plant branches that came close to say hello, Lu Yang looked up at the bright moon that was about to sink in the west and the bustling stars, a tear rolled down her cheek.

He just stood there quietly until the sky turned white, and the clansman who was in charge of delivering food to him came up to him with a basket, and his clothes were already half wet.

"Priest, what's the matter with you?" The clansman had never seen such an expression on the priest's face. Unconcealable sadness enveloped his body, like a lonely tree on a cliff in the autumn wind.

"Go ask the patriarch to come over." Lv Yang blinked her eyes, her empty eyes slowly found the focus, she slowly regained consciousness from the inexplicable emotions, and sighed.