Ling Qingyu pointed to a pile of branches, winked at Yan San, and then shouted, "fire."

Yan San\'s fingers flicked, and a little spark bounced on the branch, and there was a small fire. Yan San\'s palm wind swept again, and the fire grew.

The pile of branches was far away from the crowd, and the four people couldn\'t see Yan San\'s small movements. Seeing such miracles, they quickly kowtowed to Ling Qingyu and shouted to the goddess of the sun.

"Originally, my brother came to impart knowledge to you. Now I will bring something better." Ling Qingyu laughed, and then took a porcelain bowl and put it in front of the four people.

The porcelain bowl before the meeting was as white as jade, exquisite and beautiful, and the four people were all amazed and touched their hands.

At this time, Inca had no words. Ling Qingyu searched his head, and then remembered the Inca pronunciation of cerorico mountain, so he repeated the pronunciation with the four people, meaning that he was going there.

The four people nodded after listening to it for several times, and then pointed to the front and spoke loudly.

Ling Qingyu estimated that he meant that there was a village of their tribe in front of him and asked them to go, so he ordered people to pack up and follow the four people.

Night had fallen. The four people led the way, bypassing the foot of the snow mountain along the lake, and arrived at a valley. The valley was not really far from their original camp, which was only ten miles away, but it was very hidden. No one took it, and it was definitely not found.

So many strange strangers in the tribe also started to make a fuss. The four people hurriedly explained to the leader and took out the porcelain bowl to show him.

The leader was not so easy to cheat as the four people. He looked at Ling Qingyu suspiciously, looked her up and down, and looked at the people behind her. In addition to this, the others were tall men, sometimes several teenagers, and several tall men who were different from these people. Their clothes were very strange, but the clothes were extremely gorgeous, and gorgeous flat sticks were hung on each waist.

He looked at them, and Ling Qingyu was also looking at the village. The area and scale of the village seemed not small. The houses were built close to the mountain and were simple and tidy. At least thousands of people could live in it.

A little girl poked her head out from behind the door and stared at Ling Qingyu. Ling Qingyu smiled at her. The girl blushed and shrank back.

The leader said a few words, and the four people looked wrong on their faces. The leader scolded a few more words, and one of them walked towards Ling Qingyu and whispered some words.

Looking at his expression, holding a few words that he could understand a little, Ling Qingyu estimated that the other party didn\'t want them to enter the village, so he laughed and said, "it\'s okay, we can camp outside, but I hope you can send a guide to take us to cerorico mountain."

Then he ordered the people to find an open space outside the village to camp.

Ram Song Yu, Ding Dong and Chu Cheng are a little angry. When they get outside the village, it\'s OK for them to sleep in tents outside, but can\'t they get a room for the woman in charge? Seeing Ling Qingyu\'s expression, he suppressed his anger and took someone to clean up by himself.

Looking at the girl sticking out her head again, Ling Qingyu went to her door, took a black pearl from her purse, wrapped it in a silk handkerchief, handed it to her, and said with a smile, "here you are."

The girl hesitated to take over the Inca pronunciation she said, looked at the Pearl in the light, touched the silk handkerchief, and ran in with a cry of joy.

Ling Qingyu smiled at the leader who had been looking at her and walked outside the village.

"Wait, wait." The girl called and chased out, holding a Alpaca cloak in her hand, put it on Ling Qingyu\'s hand, smiled shyly, and ran back.

Alpaca hair is soft and warm, with exquisite patterns on it. Ling Qingyu couldn\'t help laughing at the girl: "thank you." For Inca, later generations all think that this is a golden country. In fact, in Inca, a piece of exquisite alpaca wool fabric is more valuable than gold and silver.

Back at the camp, Ling Qingyu draped the cloak over her. It was much warmer, so she didn\'t enter the tent and sat by the campfire, waiting for the leader to come to her again.

After almost half an hour, Ling Qingyu was a little sleepy, and an Inca man dressed more formally came over.

Although it\'s not the leader, this man\'s clothes are more gorgeous. Ling Qingyu is a little stunned. Is he wrong? Isn\'t that old man the leader?

The man sat opposite Ling Qingyu and put the Pearl and veil Ling Qingyu gave the little girl in front of her.

Ling Qingyu\'s face turned black, thinking, this is not to return this cloak, is it? No, it\'s so warm.

The man saw her look and said with a smile, "I\'ll take you to cerorico mountain." Then he pointed to the silk handkerchief.

Ling Qingyu understood this sentence, thought for a moment, and asked Yan San to take out a piece of silk and climb the mountain with a heavy load, without taking too many things. These silks were also cut into cloth and brought several pieces.

Spread the silk in front of the man and pushed it towards him. Ling Qingyu said with a smile, "take me to cerorico mountain. This can also be given to you."

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The man\'s eyes brightened, and this cloth was completely different from their silk. The smooth feel, gorgeous colors, and beautiful were exciting.

"I\'ll take you tomorrow." Holding the silk in his hand, the man turned and left.

Seeing that the goal has been achieved, Ling Qingyu yawned and went to sleep in the tent.

The temperature fell a few degrees at night, but with the warm wool cloak and the embrace of Yan San stove, Ling Qingyu slept very safely.

The next day, it was daybreak, and the tents of others had been packed. Even the stone was sitting beside the fire drinking tea, while the man sat beside the stone and asked him for tea.

Seeing Ling Qingyu out of the tent, the man smiled friendly at her. Ling Qingyu slept well last night, unaware of a silent confrontation outside her tent.

The man wanted to laugh at the thought. The elder didn\'t listen to him. In the middle of the night, he secretly took some people with weapons to sneak into these aliens. Before touching the camp, they were held on their necks with cold and glittering weapons. There were dozens of big men standing around the camp. At this time, the elder knew that there were sharp blades far sharper than their weapons in those flat sticks.

If these aliens were to be detrimental to them, they would have been able to kill them all directly, with their skills and those sharp weapons.

Looking at the elder\'s face from white to green, then to pale, and then to no one\'s color, the man called the others back. When everyone returned to the village, the man let go of the elder and kicked him in the ass.

Thinking of the elder now humming in bed, the man felt very happy.

"Gulu." The man pointed to himself.

"Ling Qingyu." Ling Qingyu also pointed to himself and said that they were introducing themselves.

The lovely little girl sent sheep\'s milk again, and then ran away shyly. She made a beautiful scarf and tied it on her head.

Gulu took a dozen young people and a dozen alpacas to lead the way.

With a guide, Ling Qingyu felt much at ease, but he didn\'t expect the mountain road behind to be so thrilling and tortuous. Cross the hillside of the snow mountain, walk under the snow line along the valley, cross the torrent, and cross the forest.

Along the way, I also met several villages, and that Gulu obviously had a good relationship with them. Ling Qingyu\'s porcelain can be changed into many daily necessities. Gradually, the men in the team basically changed their leather clothes into twill wool cloaks.

After walking for a few days, Gulu pointed to the towering mountain in front of him and said, "Mount therolico."

At this time, the world-famous Potosi was still a wilderness, with an altitude of 4000 meters, which made Shi Fang and Zhu Weili feel dizzy, and the back was basically carried up by people.

Ling Qingyu is also a little asthmatic. Fortunately, she is now eating the snake pill. She is not so tired of asthma as cold. At this time, it is may, and it has entered the winter of Potosi. The temperature is around zero, and the air seems to be frosted.

Because of Gulu, some people in the back tribe followed their team to see what the woman who called herself the messenger of the sun god wanted to do. Here, plus Ling Qingyu\'s own people, there have been more than 200 people.

Song Yu asked someone to build a simple wooden house. Ling Qingyu and Zhou Tan Huangjing went up the sirolico mountain. She only knew that there was a big silver mine here, but she still needed these two people to find it.

It didn\'t take long for Zhou Tan to find the vein. It\'s really big enough for the silver mine here, which is very easy to find. Huang Jing explored water resources and wood around to prepare for refining. Yes, the three men were ready to mine on site and then train them into silver to take back.

Seeing these aliens skillfully set up camps with tools they had never seen before, led by Gulu, several tribal people came to lingqingyu for negotiation.

After several people muttered loudly, Ling Qingyu pointed to the mountain and said in Inca pronunciation, "sirolico mountain, mine! The sun god sent it to me!"

In addition to grunting, other people expressed dissatisfaction and began to quarrel. Yan San stood behind Ling Qingyu, with his long sword out of its sheath. The blade of the sword swept the tree behind them. They only felt a chill on their heads, and behind them came the sound of the tree crunching and then crashing to the ground.

"Thank you, Third Master." Song Yu shouted, and then carried the tree with others and left.

The voices of those people stopped, and sweat dripped from their foreheads.

"Sirolico mountain, I, the messenger of the sun god." Ling Qingyu repeated again. Stare at several people until they nod.

Although he hasn\'t said it all the time, Ling Qingyu also knows that these people are the people who speak the words of those tribes. In this era, the pioneers of the Inca Empire are still building a city in Cusco, far from expanding here. The tribes in South America are still scattered separately. Fortunately, otherwise, for the prosperous Inca Empire, Ling Qingyu doesn\'t know whether he can be as lucky as the Spanish, and more than 100 people have destroyed an empire. She hopes to make a peaceful deal. After all, it\'s too far away. She doesn\'t have the ambition to take it as a colony.

I only take the money. Your civilization should be developed by yourself, Ling Qingyu thought.