Zishu felt that it was blooming and useful, and it was still worth cultivating.

Although it is not good to fight, it is not bad that flowers can detoxify.

Xiao Jing stretched out a wattle and shook the main pole wrapped around the green willow, and the green willow grass soon became smaller.

Jiu Jiu flew down from Zishu's shoulder, and his body quickly changed from a fist-sized little black bird to a handsome golden eagle more than forty meters long.

As soon as the red light flashed, Xiao Jing pulled the green willow and wrapped it around Jiujiu's feet.

Jiu Jiu lifted his tangled feet, chirped at Zishu, flapped his wings, and flew away.

After seeing a bird, thorns, and grass leave, Zishu and Xun walked around the valley.

Not to mention, although the trees in this valley are very mixed, there are really many fruit trees.

Zishu came to a fruit tree that was already full of green fruits, circled around the fruit tree, and said, "This fruit tree, our tribe does not have it, dig it back." ”

Xun looked at the height of this fruit tree, more than ten meters high, and it was too conspicuous to dig it up.

He shook his head, pointed to a sapling that was much smaller not far away, only more than one meter, and said: "This one is too big, it's too conspicuous to dig up, dig this one, dig it back, it is estimated that it will bear fruit in a year or two." ”

Zishu thought about it, it was indeed a little conspicuous, after all, there were not only Xun and Uncle Feng here, but also other fighters.

Moreover, listening to Uncle Feng, this place is very close to the market, so it is better to keep a low profile.

"Okay, then dig up the small saplings that don't bear fruit, two more of each. Zishu took two hoes out of the space and handed one to Xun.

Then, wielding hoes, the two dug up a lot of saplings in the valley and put them into the space.

After eating the barbecue at noon, Zishu didn't go out again, she first injected some spiritual power into Uncle Feng to help him recover from his injuries, and then came to the outside of the cave and took out a table from the space.

Spread the hides on the table, take out the primary inscription liquid and brush, and start practicing drawing the inscriptions.

After practicing for about half an hour, Zishu put away the brush, turned his wrist, and stopped.

After closing her eyes and adjusting her state to the best, she began to mobilize her divine sense, and as soon as her mind moved, a jade-like brush slightly longer than her index finger appeared in front of her.

She intently controlled the brush that had been transformed by her divine sense, dipped it in some rudimentary inscription liquid, and floated onto the animal skin scroll.

The jade-like brush is depicted as if someone was holding a pen on the animal skin roll.

Seeing this scene, Xun next to him held his breath and looked intently at the jade pen moving on the animal skin roll.

Bang

The jade pen was crooked, and the force was too strong, and a hole was poked out of the animal skin roll.

Zishu didn't move his brows, controlled the jade pen, changed places, and started painting again.

There is a world of difference between drawing an inscription by hand and controlling a divine consciousness drawing.

Draw with your hands, and you can draw what you think in your head.

And the divine sense was a little uncontrollable, obviously she wanted to control the turn, but the jade pen still floated out.

Half an hour later, his divine sense was exhausted, the white jade pen disappeared, and a drop of red primary inscription liquid fell onto the animal skin.

"It's okay, take your time. Xun next to him frowned when he saw Zishu and comforted.

"Well, I know, I'm not in a hurry. ”

Zishu said, and put the animal skin in front of him, the primary inscription liquid, into the space along with the table.

In the next five days, Zishu would input spiritual power into Uncle Feng once in the morning and in the evening.

The rest of the time, everyone saw her staying in the woods practicing throwing knives.

Is she really practicing throwing knives?

Of course not, she just turned her consciousness into a throwing knife, and increased her control by constantly shooting and flying back.

Five days later, Zishu stood at the top of the mountain, watching the sunset, a small flying knife spinning in the palm of her hand, looking very nimble.

As soon as she grasped her right hand, the flying knife transformed by her divine sense disappeared.

After five days of continuous practice, she was able to control the flying knife and jade pen at will.

She didn't have the right weapon in her hand, otherwise, she would have wanted to try it and see if she could succeed in carving?

Leaving the valley tomorrow, Zishu looked at the fruit trees in the valley and wondered how much fruit they would be able to pick when they returned.

"Chirp~" A birdsong sounded in mid-air, Zishu heard the sound, and his body quickly retreated.

With a "bang", an intermediate bighorn deer landed where she had been standing earlier.

Zishu didn't want to complain about Jiu's habit of throwing prey at her head.

Fortunately, she reacts quickly every time, otherwise, sooner or later, she will be stoned to death by the prey thrown down by Jiu Jiu.

"Chirp~"

As soon as he threw his prey down, and after a chirp, he landed, and his body quickly became smaller.

"Chirp~" It landed on the body of the bighorn deer, and two small feet stepped on the body of the bighorn deer.

Tilting his little head and screaming at Zishu, he looked like he was waiting for an expression.

"Amazing, you actually brought back an intermediate bighorn deer today. Yes, you're all full, aren't you?" Zishu asked after complimenting.

"It's full..."Xiao Jing flew back to Zishu's wrist with Aoyagi when Chirp landed.

The green willow grass, which is only an inch tall, looks quite small and cute.

Zishu held it in the palm of his hand, and its branches and leaves swayed, looking very happy.

It is estimated that following Jiu Jiu and Xiao Jing out, there is no shortage of bargains.

This guy can't fight, but every time he picks up cheap food, he doesn't move slowly.

"Since you're all full, I'll take this bighorn deer back and roast it in the evening. Zishu stepped forward, just about to lift the bighorn deer.

Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, she turned around, and looked in the direction that Jiu Jiu flew back.

"Chirp, did you snatch this bighorn deer from someone else?"

"Chirp~" I killed, I killed.

Jiu Jiu had just wiped the blood off his feet and flew back to Zishu's shoulder, when he heard this, he screamed unhappily.

Zishu's divine sense circled around the bighorn deer, and saw several blood holes and a whip mark on its body.

It is estimated that it was caught by Jiujiu, and it was pumped by Xiao Jing, except for these, there are no other injuries on the body of the bighorn deer.

Since Jiu Jiu and Xiao Jing didn't snatch prey from other people's hands, then she was relieved.

Seeing the figure approaching in the distance, Zishu flipped his right hand, and a wooden whistle appeared in his hand.

She put the wooden whistle to her mouth, blew it a few times, and put it away.

Because Uncle Feng's injuries have almost recovered, and the injuries of the others are also healed.

In the past two days, Uncle Black Wolf and the others would leave half of the people in the cave every day, and the other half would go out to hunt.

They can't stand it when they come out, leaving them to stay in the cave with nothing to do.

It's close to the bazaar, so if you hunt a good game, you can trade it directly.

Not long after Zishu's whistle fell, there were more than a dozen figures in the distance, quickly rushing up from the foot of the mountain.

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