The hunting party brought back the prey, but everyone was scarred.

The only thing to be thankful for is that everyone is alive and no one has died.

According to Abba, they originally hunted three beasts, but on the way back to the tribe, they encountered a sneak attack by the Moha clan, and the two prey were snatched away, and only one was brought back.

The wounded clansmen were bandaging their wounds in the main tent, and looking at the clansmen who endured the pain, Mu Ge's heart was like a knife.

Quietly asked the patriarch: "Does the decoction made of the essence blood of the fierce beast have a healing effect?"

"The main effect of decoction is to enhance physical fitness, but after all, many old medicines are fused in it, and the healing effect should be there. "The patriarch wasn't very sure.

"Can you boil it now? The clansmen's injuries are very serious, and the healing herbs are only available to the Moha clan..."

"You come with me. ”

The patriarch led Mu Ge around to the tent behind the main tent, pointed to a pile of animal skins in the corner, and said, "Take out the contents of it." ”

Lift the animal skin, inside is a black stone round tripod, the body of the tripod carved exquisite patterns, half a person high, three legs and two ears.

There are many herbs stored in the ding, and there are not many that Mu Ge can recognize.

After living in the tribe for more than ten years, he has never seen this Shi Ding, and asked the patriarch curiously: "What is Shi Ding?"

"This tripod is a treasure inherited by the ancestors, and it is said to be the inheritance of the bone pattern of the Mu family. ”

"Bone Pattern Inheritance?" Mu Ge was shocked.

"Hey... It's a pity that the successive patriarchs have studied hard, and it has always been difficult to comprehend the method of practice. ”

"Isn't the inheritance of the clan a totem? Why is the bone pattern inherited on the stone tripod? This..."

"Silly boy..."The patriarch smiled bitterly and explained: "The totem is the soul of a clan, and only by feeling the power of the totem can we perceive the source power of heaven and earth, and only those who can communicate with the source power of heaven and earth can cultivate bone patterns." ”

"This—" Mugo's mind was in turmoil.

"The first step of cultivation is to perceive the totem, the body communicates with the source power of heaven and earth to condense the totem image, and then you can cultivate the bone pattern, and the pattern technique is the guiding technique of cultivating the bone pattern, if you want to cultivate, the totem, the bone pattern, and the pattern are indispensable, even if the three have, not everyone can practice. ”

"Why is that?"

"Although the clan population is large, the person who may condense the totem law must also be a talented and intelligent person, if there is no one, it is also an extremely difficult process to communicate with the source of heaven and earth to engrave the bone pattern on the bones of the body, these things will be told to you in the future, for now, move Shi Ding out first, and make a decoction to heal the clansmen is the most important thing. ”

"Yes, Patriarch. ”

Mu Ge also wanted to ask, the totem has a heritage, and the bone pattern also has a heritage, why can't he cultivate? But the patriarch didn't want to say any more, so he didn't say much.

I guessed in my heart that most of it was related to the tattoo technique, and the patriarch also mentioned just now that if you want to cultivate, totem, bone pattern, and tattoo technique are indispensable.

Grabbing Shi Ding's ears with both hands, before he could exert himself, there was a knife-like pain in his right arm, and he hurriedly let go with a scream.

"What's wrong?" the patriarch looked at Mu Ge with puzzled eyes.

The pain is only felt in the right arm, and there is nothing unusual in the left hand.

I wanted to tell the truth, but considering that it was quite difficult to explain, I decided to go back and find time to elaborate, and replied perfunctorily: "It's okay, my foot is twisted." ”

Then he grabbed Shi Ding with his left hand, easily lifted it with only one arm, and followed the patriarch out of the tent.

In the main tent, the clansmen were very curious when they saw Mu Ge holding the stone tripod, Mu Feng's eyes were shining, and he had obviously seen this tripod.

How to explain, the patriarch went to say, Mu Ge continued to walk out, put the stone tripod in the open space in front of the main tent, took out the herbs inside and placed them neatly aside, and added firewood to make a fire under the stone tripod.

After a while, the patriarch walked to the main tent with a clay pot containing the essence and blood of the fierce beast, kindly touched Mu Ge's head, and ordered: "Add water and medicine." ”

The strange behavior in front of the main tent attracted other clansmen to come and watch, curious about what Mu Ge was doing, and when they saw the patriarch beside him, they didn't dare to ask.

The night is getting darker, and the silver moon and stars are hanging in the sky.

There was a strange fragrance wafting in the Mu clan, and everyone gathered around a pitch-black stone ding, their eyes staring without blinking.

The fragrance is wafting out from the stone tripod, and all kinds of herbs in the tripod are tumbling with the boiling water, and the patriarch hands over the cane in his hand to Mu Ge, holding the clay pot in both hands and slowly pouring the blood of the beast into the tripod.

As the beast's essence blood was poured in, the various herbs dissolved and turned into a black-red viscous liquid.

In an instant, the fragrance is fragrant, and even if you smell it, it makes people feel as if they are several years younger in an instant.

"The medicine is done, and the fire is extinguished. The patriarch gave an order, and Mu Ge quickly tore off the firewood.

The clansmen who had been waiting for a long time held clay bowls and gave the injured clansmen the medicinal liquid that had just come out of the tripod.

"Mu Ge, you drink two bowls, and the rest is distributed among the other clansmen. The patriarch brought him a clay bowl, and his commanding tone could not be refused.

Looking at the little liquid medicine left in the ding, Mu Ge shook his head firmly and said: "The strength of each clansman is the strength of the clan, the strength of one person, not the strength, I share it equally with the clansmen." ”

The patriarch didn't insist, and nodded with satisfaction.

One ding of liquid medicine seems to be a lot, but if it is evenly distributed, more than 100 clansmen, one person and one mouthful are not enough.

The woman voluntarily gives up, and the injured take precedence, followed by the child.

In this way, the remaining liquid medicine is barely half a bowl per person.

The injured recuperated in the tent after taking the liquid, and the rest of the clansmen who took the liquid medicine should seize the time to train according to the instructions of the patriarch, so that their bodies can fully absorb the effects of the liquid.

In the Moha's hunting area of the Jialan Forest, the bald man had a scimitar hanging from his waist, and he was anxiously circling around a big tree, and then in the moonlight, you could see the nervous and worried look on his face.

In a short time, torches flickered in the forest, and a small group of men with longbows and iron spears on their backs came towards the bald man.

"You're here. The bald man saw the torch and hurried forward.

"This is my Moha clan's hunting area, what are you afraid of?" The leader of the team saw the bald head and looked at it with disdain.

"Dear warrior of Meharan, I don't have your great strength, the beasts of the forest, can also take a small life, and it is human nature to be afraid. ”

"Horse thieves are really rubbish. ”

The leader of the team was Mohalan, and from his words, it was not difficult to guess the identity of the bald man.

"Waste is waste. The bald head didn't care about Moharan's insults, and went straight to the point: "Dear Moharan warriors, we have attacked the Mu clan at night as agreed, why have you delayed three or four times and failed to fulfill your promise?"

"What promises? You bunch of waste, you sneak attack and don't return, what promises do you talk about?"

"At the beginning, we only agreed on a sneak attack, and we didn't talk about anything else, and we also did things according to the agreement? Why can't we talk about promises?"

"That's a night raid, harassment at best. Muhalan chuckled.

"Harassment?Nearly forty brothers died tragically in the Mu clan, you say this is harassment?"

"That's because you are too wasteful, you can't even beat the Mu clan people with bone spears and stone axes with iron weapons, and you deserve to die. ”

"You..." faced Moharan's cold-blooded ruthlessness, the bald head was speechless.

"Without further ado, I can come to see you tonight, and I also want to give you a chance, and I promised to double it before I made it. ”

The bald head frowned, didn't rush to agree, and asked rhetorically, "What do you do?"

"It's not that hard. Muhalan leaned over and whispered in his bald ear.

After a while, Mehalan stood up straight after speaking, and the bald head was full of thoughts, and said hesitantly: "Let me go back and tell the leader about this matter, and ask him to decide." ”

"Waste, go and go back quickly, if there is no reply before dawn, don't mention the promise to me in the future. Mohalan waved his hand, his expression undisguised.

The bald head hurried away, and the figure disappeared into the forest.