Of the five bronze chests, three of them are related to witchcraft, witchcraft, and herb cultivation, and the rest are knowledge of armor smelting and beast captivity.

There are countless plants and trees in the wild land, there are many kinds of elixirs, each habit and medicinal properties are different, if you want to systematically summarize all the medicinal herb habits, I am afraid that there is no witch on the entire earth who can do it, after all, there are many types, and various variants will appear from time to time.

Therefore, for any tribe, the analysis of witchcraft medicine is the most valuable inheritance, because it is constantly identified by the tribe from generation to generation, and it takes a lifetime of painstaking efforts.

Once the witchcraft and witchcraft medicine books in the copper box are completely absorbed by the Xia tribe, then for the Xia tribe, it is equivalent to saving hundreds of years of accumulation at once.

The Minister of War held a copper box and glared at the others in the hall, for fear that others would come to rob him.

The Minister of Agriculture is also holding a few animal skin rolls in his hands, and at this moment he is opening one of the animal skin scrolls, and is looking at them with relish.

"Great Elder, now that there is a force totem pole in the tribe, it can allow the clansmen to distinguish their strength, and distinguish the power system of the tribesmen as soon as possible. ”

"Yes. ”

The Great Elder stood up and said.

The main function of the dynamometric totem pole is to allow the teenagers in the tribe to test their strength and whether they can meet the criteria for becoming totem warriors.

The Xia tribe has only been gathering for more than a year, and it is unceremonious to say that all the people of the Du tribe are composed of the grass platform, and now there is a totem force measuring pillar and the method of tempering, and the foundation for the development of the tribe is there, and it can finally gradually move towards regularity.

"Alright, let's all disperse. ”

"Uh. ”

“......”

For a while, the impassioned elders who were preparing to wait for the patriarch's instructions were stunned.

That's gone?

This patriarch seems to be a little different.

Waving his hand to let the ministers and elders retreat, Xia Tuo summoned a few clansmen and sent the remaining three copper boxes to the Wu Palace to be handed over to Wu.

The witchcraft inherited by the Daqian tribe is very profound, wishing witches, spelling witches, and even cursed witches have dabbled, witchcraft is a very vast way, inclusive of thousands, and there are many branches of various branches.

Well, Xia Tuo didn't understand either.

Therefore, he will not blindly participate in the cooperation, and hand over the classics to the clansmen, and the professional affairs will still be handed over to the professional people.

As for him, the patriarch, he controls in the middle.

Well, there's another word......

Yes, from a high level.

Very good, very good.

Xia Tuo walked towards the Totem Hall with his hands behind his back, the reason why he asked the elders of the tribes to go back was that he suddenly remembered something, he also got a foundation building and refining method from the Daqian tribe.

Since the method of refining he obtained from the Yaya tribe at the beginning, the totem can be optimized, can this method of refining from the Daqian tribe also be optimized?

A year ago, he worked hard to get a foundation building and refining method, and now he is finally rich, and he has two at once, do you want to use one or the other?

There's no way, it's so capricious.

"Woo got to work. ”

"Uh......h Hungry. ”

Woo rolled around in front of him, with a posture of not giving food and not working.

"Reins of the little fish, go and ask Elder Hong to send a blood-mixed beast over. ”

"Woo~~"

As soon as I heard it, I was instantly happy.

......

In the totem hall, the blue light flickered, Xia Tuo's eyes flashed with a ghostly light, looking towards the depths of the totem divine pillar, in his eyes, he saw a green light god in the totem divine pillar practicing, which was the refining method of the Daqian tribe after refining.

In contrast, the method of building a foundation with pure blood from the Yaya tribe is more than a step worse than the method of refining the essence of the Daqian tribe, and I have to say that the inheritance of the middle tribe for hundreds of thousands of years is not a joke, but the Xia tribe is a joke.

After the blue light in his eyes dissipated, Xia Tuo rushed out of the totem hall at once.

"Reins of the fish!"

"Little fish, go get the skin roll and the blood. ”

"Hey, here we go. ”

The little fish guarding outside the totem hall saw that the patriarch of the family was crazy again.

He ran out with his legs and feet, and soon sent Xia Tuo a skin roll and animal blood.

In the stone house, Xia Tuo dipped his fingers in the blood of the beast, and depicted villains on the spread out animal skins, and soon the vivid villains were printed on the animal skin scrolls.

I have to say that since becoming a totem warrior, he has found himself writing, oh, no, the skill of painting has increased a lot, quite wild and wild.

Crash.

The dried skin rolls looked very brittle, and the hula in the hands rattled, and the little people copied on the skin rolls kept moving as the skin rolls trembled.

At this moment, Xia Tuo suddenly remembered that he seemed to have four methods of foundation building and refining, why don't you throw them away?

He showed a hint of thought, the improved pure-blood foundation building method and the internal storage refining method should also be renamed.

Then he found two animal skin scrolls from the stone bed, which were the pure-blood foundation building method.

He opened them one by one and began to observe, and finally came to the conclusion that the pure-blooded foundation building method and the internal treasure refining method that had been improved by the totem were originally still a step behind.

It is worthy of the cultivation method from the middle tribe, and it has been a long time.

Rolling up the animal skin in his hand and putting it away, Xia Tuo shouted outside the house: "Reins Xiaoyu, go to the military headquarters to find a pinch of wolf hair, remember to ask for the best wolf hair on the wolf's tail, and then find a few bamboos the thickness of your little finger." ”

"Oh. ”

As an errand runner, the reins are still very serious.

He walked quickly to the edge of the cliff, grabbed the vines and slipped down, we don't know what the patriarch's nerves are, and we don't dare to ask.

That's right, Xia Tuo looked at his bloodstained fingers, and he wanted to make a brush.

Soon the reined fish came back, Xia Tuo grabbed a pinch of white velvet wolf hair, and closed the stone door with a few thin bamboos, leaving the reined small fish to make a grimace outside the door, and then leaned against the stone wall and sat down.

He is now the patriarch's errand runner, and he needs to follow the patriarch while refining his body every day, which is the envy of all his companions in the tribe.

There is no way, we have this condition, we can follow the patriarch.

Hey.

After smirking for a while, the reins of Xiaoyu took out a animal skin bag from his arms, and after opening it, there was a finger-sized tender leaf inside, which was quenching grass, and taking it could temper the body, so that the strength of a few jun to a dozen jun could be increased in the body.

The only regret is that there is a limit to the take, once the effect is reduced once it is taken continuously, and it will gradually disappear, even so, quenching grass is in short supply in the tribe.

Tilting his head to look at the leaf in his hand, the reins opened his mouth to swallow it.

He seemed to have heard the Great Elder say a few days ago that Aunt Peony of the Ministry of Agriculture seemed to be leading the clan to cultivate quenching grass, and once it succeeded, there would be no shortage of quenching grass in the clan.

......

Night is approaching, the stone house opens, Xia Tuo came out of the stone house in a burning spirit, he held a brush in his hand, of course, it belonged to the original form.

Astound!

The Xia patriarch, who was able to hold a sword and slash the mixed-blood golden retriever, couldn't even pick up the wolf.

Walking out of the stone house, he headed towards the witch hall.

......

In the witch hall, Wu and the five little ones were sorting out the witchcraft books in the copper box, and after Xia Tuo came in, the five little ones saluted and then threw themselves into it.

As for the old man Wu, hey, he didn't even raise his head and said, "There is something to say, and now the old man has no time to take care of you." ”

At this moment, the old man's eyes are full of witchcraft classics, as for Xia Tuo~

Witchcraft is the way.

"I ......"

Xia Tuo, who came to surprise the witch with joy, couldn't help but roll his eyes, he forgot that the old man in front of him was a master who didn't recognize his six relatives except for witchcraft.

This witchcraft book, or he took his people to trek through the mountains and rivers to bring it back, how can there be hard work without merit.

Cross the river and tear down the bridge, unload the mill and kill the donkey, when you like others, you call them Xiao Tiantian, and when you don't like others, you call them Mrs. Niu......

Cough~~

Thoughts drifted away.

Old man Wu is more hateful than unloading the mill and killing a donkey.

Sure enough, it's very witchy.

The old man is very busy now, and the witchcraft books that have gone through six hundred years of wind and dust, even if there is no wind blowing the sun race, there is still destruction.

Every bit of destruction on the animal skin scroll made him extremely sad, this is all a witchcraft inheritance.

The hieroglyphs on many of the animal skin scrolls were blurred, and at this moment he was taking five children to copy these witchcraft, which were to be packed up and sealed in the future.

"Wu, I'll bring you an artifact to help you copy witchcraft. ”

Even if the witch abused himself thousands of times, Xia Tuo still didn't care, what are we afraid of, face is not worth much in his own tribe.

"Bring it. ”

Wu stretched out his hand to look at Xia Tuo, but looked at him with suspicion in his eyes.

Artifact?

He felt that Xia Tuo was lying to him.

However, Xia Tuo made a gas mask at the beginning, which surprised him, and maybe he really asked the patriarch of his family to make some things.

Looking at the tube of the animal skin roll that was clamped from under his armpit, the witch's eyelids drooped.

Looking at the appearance of this appearance, forget it.

The artifact is a ghost, when he is a bad old man, is it easy to deceive, this artifact is not good for the innate appearance conditions.

Xia Tuo placed the animal skin scroll on the stone platform in front of the witch and opened it.

An ugly one can no longer be ugly, seven bamboo joints and eight bent brushes appeared in front of Wu, he did not speak, picked up the brush, glued the beast blood mixed in the stone inkstone, and traced a few strokes on the animal skin scroll.

It was these few strokes that made Wu's eyes shine.

At this moment, Xia Tuo dipped the brush towards the stone inkstone again.

Under the witch's gaze, the tip of the pen wolf was gone.

... Dropped.

For a moment, Xia Tuo's face was not red and his heart was not beating, he grabbed the wolf and stuffed it back, and stuffed the brush into Wu's hand.

The process is not important, what matters is the brush, the brush!

"What's the matter, is it an artifact, barbarians only use blood on their hands. ”

At this moment, Xia Tuo completely forgot that just before the afternoon, he was still painting villains with beast blood on his fingers.

Wu took the brush and looked at it, and suddenly had a plan in his heart, since the family patriarch's craftsmanship is too rough, but this idea is very good.

In the future, you don't have to dip your fingers in the blood of beasts, after all, you, well, Wu also has an identity.

Seeing that Wu had a tendency to lower his head again, Xia Tuo was annoyed, he didn't do anything after collecting things, the bad old man was really bad, it was necessary to remind this inflexible old man.

"Wu, now that the tribe has received the witchcraft inheritance of the Daqian tribe, I am ready to open the witch hall. ”

"This is not the Witch Temple. Wu raised his head and glanced at Xia Tuo, the patriarch wouldn't be stupid, the name of the Wu Palace was still given by himself.

"I mean, if witchcraft is there, someone needs to learn it. ”

Wu's eyes moved, and he glanced at the five little guys who were busy, and the meaning was obvious, we are not bad.