"As for more experiments, we have no way to make comparisons, the third-level adult beasts are not something we can hunt, and it is impossible for a blood tribe of that level to be used to water spiritual objects, and it will be used to improve the strength of the children in the tribe, and this is the best blood oats we can breed at present." ”

When it came to the third-level fierce beast blood, the old witch doctor actually had some regrets, Tang Xuanming could see from his extremely obvious face that this old man actually wanted to use the blood of a higher level of fierce beast blood to cultivate blood oats.

In the great wilderness, elixir can be encountered but not sought, it can strengthen the body, strengthen the bloodline, and enhance the potential and strength of the future, which is a rare treasure.

But now the tribe has not yet reached the time to accumulate potential, the strength is not enough, no matter how much potential there is, it is a waste and a death if it cannot be brought into play.

Therefore, although he regretted it, he was able to understand the thoughts of the tribe.

"What is the growth trend of blood oats watered with first-grade beast flesh and blood, and how long will it take for them to ripen?"

"With the blood of the first-level fierce beast, and bury the corresponding internal organs and bones of the fierce beast, the maturity period is about two months, the effect of this elixir is really strange, it can actually use the blood of the fierce beast to speed up the growth, for so many years, it is the first time I have seen it. ”

The old witch doctor is amazing.

"It's the first time you've seen an elixir!"

Pi Ling Leopard laughed and mocked, which also highlighted the helplessness of the tribe.

When the old witch doctor defeated all his peers in the tribe and became a witch doctor, the old witch doctor did not lie.

But in fact, to say that the witch doctor is safe and cowering in the tribe for comfort is the old witch doctor laughing at himself.

In fact, the danger taken by the witch doctor is no worse than that of the hunter, and it can even be said that it is more dangerous.

Hunters can also go out to hunt in groups, which are dangerous most of the time, but there is still a chance to return.

The witch doctor, on the other hand, is a person who climbs mountains and wades through rivers to collect elixir, and encounters countless dangers.

He had no one to help, and the tribe couldn't have more idlers.

Usually the old witch doctors are self-sufficient outside the tribe, hunting, sustaining themselves, and gathering elixirs.

But most of the time, the old witch doctor can't really collect the elixir, because any elixir that survives in the wild is guarded by fierce beasts, and it is not so easy to pick.

It's surprising that the old witch doctor has survived outside the tribe for so many years.

"Will it take two months?"

Tang Xuanming nodded, clarifying most of his thoughts, only to feel that many things were clear at once.

"It's a pity, there aren't many elixirs like this, and after harvesting this wave, I don't know if I can grow them again in the future. ”

The old witch doctor sighed a little, the elixir can be found but not sought, and it is extremely difficult to cultivate, and the current seven lone seedlings may be the most glorious time for the tribe.

Tang Xuanming's eyes lit up, the old witch doctor and the Pi Lingbao and others didn't know that blood oats could be reproduced, but he knew.

And don't look at the fact that there are only seven blood oats now, as long as they can be matured, the next harvest will definitely be able to plant a piece of land.

Judging from the current performance characteristics alone, although blood oats like to drink the blood of fierce beasts, most of their characteristics are still similar to wheat.

As long as it can be planted normally, Tang Xuanming can ensure that the tribe will not have to go hungry in the future.

It's not that tribes don't rely on hunting at all and go straight to an agrarian society, that's unrealistic.

The blood oats themselves need to be watered by the blood of ferocious beasts, and the tribe has no way to grow them without hunting.

Instead, the tribe can be selective, not to pick powerful fierce beasts, but only hunt low-level fierce beasts, and use the blood of those low-level fierce beasts to irrigate blood oats.

All of these materials that cannot be used normally are used and converted into food when hunting is not possible.

Changing the situation of the tribe bit by bit, the current tribe really can't support idle people.

Tang Xuanming knew a lot of dexterous mechanisms, bows and arrows, waterwheels, catapults, etc., and he was stunned that there was no way to make them directly.

Many of the materials in this high world are completely different from the materials of the original world, and there are too many aspects that need to be improved and created.

And Tang Xuanming didn't have this time at all, and he didn't plan to spend too much effort on this.

After all, his main line is strong, and technical talent is not what he wants.

A lot of things can be created and learned by the tribe, and there is no need to rely on him alone, he does not have that ability.

All he needed was to lead the way, to give the tribe a specific goal, and then let them accomplish it.

For example, the current bow and arrow, the tribe has mastered the distinction of materials and the selection of the tendons of the fierce beast, and it can be successfully made, and it does not need to be completed by Tang Xuanming alone.

Tang Xuanming needs to change little by little.

Having the tribesmen learn writing was an attempt.

Civilization was born little by little.

Looking at the blood oats that were growing well, Tang Xuanming returned to his room again, and his spirit sank into his right hand.

Tang Xuanming only felt that his body was light, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already inside the altar.

The altar is no longer as empty as when he first came, and there is a bookshelf more than one person high in the open space on the left, which is full of knowledge about various martial arts cheats and building materials forging, which can be regarded as a small library.

That was Tang Xuanming's biggest gain in the Great Song Dynasty, as a national teacher, he could easily get everything.

Above his head, two bright stars, twinkling and twinkling, clear and bright.

One is the world that belongs to Qin Shi Mingyue, and the other is the world of the Condor Heroes.

Both worlds seem to be able to see countless people walking and moving.

Tang Xuanming took out a piece of animal skin and wrote on it the Ant Emperor Law that he had memorized countless times.

He glanced at Qin Shi Mingyue, who had regained stability, and the incomparably brilliant Great Song World at this time.

After hesitating for a moment, he threw the animal skin in his hand into the center of the altar of Gujing Wubo.

The hide flickered slightly, then vanished.

And Tang Xuanming, who had been staring at the sky, could clearly see that where Qin Shi Mingyue was, on top of a grand altar, a beast skin suddenly appeared.

It was the one he threw into the altar, and in an instant he saw countless people cheering and watching their joy.

The animal skin was picked up by a mechanical arm, and the old face of the class master looked up at the sky, tears in his eyes.

A majestic voice sounded in his ears.

"Spread my Dharma and remember my words. ”

Madara kowtowed heavily, and under the grand altar made of countless cogs, hundreds of Mo family disciples fell to their knees, cheering the return of the gods.

In later generations, that day is called divine revelation.

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