Full-time Mage: I am Mo Fan's sister

Chapter 210 The Seventh Village

The black bird flapped its wings, circled and descended, landing on a bluestone field, startling several people nearby.

"Look, that's Dali, why is he covered in blood?!"

"Who is that girl? She's so pretty!"

"Stop looking, go save them!"

A group of people came running over, and Mo Yingge quickly stopped them from rashly attacking the wounded.

"Don't move. His bones and internal organs are severely injured. Do you have a doctor?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll go and ask the High Priest!" A man ran away quickly.

The others surrounded the black bird. Mo Yingge put the man Dashan down, but did not withdraw his mental power.

"Girl, did you save the mountain?"

"Girl, you are from another place!"

"..."

Mo Yingge could only smile and remain silent. She didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, she put on a coat, otherwise her tattered clothes would be even more embarrassing.

Fortunately, the village doctor arrived soon.

However, Mo Yingge felt that he was a little unreliable. Generally, the older a doctor is, the more reliable he seems. This doctor has a white beard, which is good, but his clothes are a little tattered and there are tattoos on his face. He looks like a shaman.

But she had no other choice but to take them all back to their village. It wasn't her fault if they couldn't be saved.

But the face-slapping plot is about to come.

Although the old doctor had a white beard, he was in good health and a little hunched over. But when he got closer to Mo Yingge, he was surprised to find that the old man was probably nearly two meters tall, which was simply outrageous.

What she didn't expect was that this old doctor was actually a healing magician!

Moreover, the level of this doctor's healing magic is not low. Although healing magic is magical, it also has its limitations. It can usually only heal external injuries. Only ordinary magicians can quickly heal internal injuries.

Mo Yingge was shocked. The green light on the old doctor's hand could not be fake. He pressed his palm on Dashan's chest and rubbed it for a while. Dashan's condition quickly stabilized and his face visibly showed color.

"wake up!"

The old doctor shouted loudly, waking up the unconscious Dashan.

Dashan opened his eyes in a daze, coughed up a large pool of dirty blood, and felt his chest relaxed and reborn.

"Thank you, Second Uncle, for saving my life again!"

When Dashan woke up and saw the old doctor, he quickly thanked him.

"Don't thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank this girl. She brought you back." The old doctor was not greedy for credit. Of course, from the way he addressed them, it seemed that they were all relatives and there was no need for all this.

"Thank you for saving me. Please stay and let us treat you well!" Although Dashan was injured, he still sincerely expressed his highest respect to Mo Yingge.

"Then I'd rather obey you. I'm lost in the mountains and forests and don't know where to go." Mo Yingge smiled slightly and did not refuse.

And she also wanted to see these local folk customs.

"Ring, ring!" Little Yan Ji didn't know what she said to the big black bird, but the two of them seemed to become familiar with each other quickly. Little Yan Ji jumped down from the crown of the big bird's head, and fell into Mo Yingge's arms.

When the old doctor saw little Yan Ji, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes. He turned around and told Dashan not to go out for a while and to stay at home and recuperate well.

"My name is Dashan, what's your name, girl?"

Dashan was already strong, and with the help of the old doctor's healing magic, he was able to walk again.

All I can say is that healing magic is truly magical. Of course, it is truly rare, and it is truly difficult to practice.

"Just call me Lingguang." Mo Yingge smiled slightly and gave his fake name without changing his expression.

Girls should be more careful when going out. The fact that this village can remain safe and sound deep in the mountains must be special.

And she felt that her name was a bit difficult to pronounce, so she might as well come up with a code name.

"Miss Ling, please come to my house and sit for a while."

Dashan's wife also rushed over, helped Dashan back, and invited Mo Yingge to visit her home.

Most of the residential buildings in the village are stilt-style buildings, which look quite distinctive, with bluestone slabs on the roads.

Mo Yingge observed that the doors of the houses along the road were all carved or hung with Sun Bird patterns. She had seen it on the Internet before. A gold Sun Bird ornament was unearthed in the San Sheng Dui ruins here. It still flows with sacred power. It seems to be a worship pattern of the ancestors in ancient times. Unexpectedly, every household here has a similar pattern.

Could it be that this village is the descendant of the ancient ancestors?

"We have a total of twelve mountain villages in Bailiang Mountain. The divine pattern you see is our common belief. The vortex in the middle has twelve teeth, which correspond exactly to our twelve mountain villages." Dashan explained casually when he saw Mo Yingge staring at the divine pattern on the door of his house.

"Oh? The patterns look like flames to me. Is this why you strictly prohibit arson?" Mo Yingge couldn't help but ask.

“Those patterns symbolize the twelve rays of light emitted by the sun. They also represent our twelve burning flames. They are the inherited flames that our villages have guarded since ancient times,” Dashan answered, sitting on a large rock in his yard.

"We worship the power of fire. This is a tradition left by our ancestors. We are not allowed to use fire at will. We must not violate this rule, or else disaster will befall us!"

Dashan said very seriously.

"Ah, I see. Then I violated your ancestral teachings. No wonder you were so angry. But aren't you afraid of bringing disaster upon yourself by saying that you want to protect the flame?"

Mo Yingge suddenly understood. Although she didn't understand why people revered fire but were not allowed to use it casually, this was someone else's territory and she had to abide by their rules. However, Dashan was really careless. In this day and age, once something that was inherited and protected came out, it would definitely attract the attention of interested people.

I can only say that the residents here are still very simple.

"It's okay. There's a saying that goes, ignorance is of no consequence. Anyway, it doesn't cause any harm. Besides, our village welcomes fire magicians. The stronger you are, the more respect you will receive from us!"

This is a custom that evolved from their worship of fire. They are not fond of magicians of other types, but are very polite to magicians who possess the power of fire.

"The flame we were guarding has been extinguished long ago. It's nothing to say. This is also the reason why our village is becoming increasingly decadent. It must be that our ancestors blamed us for not guarding the flame well..." Dashan replied sullenly.

"whisper!"

Little Yan Ji broke free from Mo Yingge's arms and ran over with her little feet clacking. She could understand what people said and stretched out her little hand in front of the mountain. A flame flickered slightly.

Don't be sad, I'll show you a little flame~
"Ah this."

Dashan was amused by Xiao Yanji, not because her behavior was childish and ridiculous, but because when he saw the flame, he suddenly felt certain in his heart that as long as people were still alive, they would one day rekindle the fire of protection.

This has always been the vision of the copycats!

This volume will be a long one, and it will take at least next month to finish, or even longer. There will be a lot of new things, some settings will be supplemented, and the author will expand his worldview. This book is by no means limited to the things and people in the original text. Mo Fan has his own experiences, and his sister naturally has different experiences.
I wish all my book friends good health and longevity!
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(End of this chapter)