Wu Lao looked at Qing Min, he really didn't know about this matter.

"No need, I already have food, Wu Lao has my food in his hands, just help me prepare a cauldron, some water, and fire. Qingmin commanded.

The people of those tribes stretched their necks to look at the things in Wu Lao's hands, and found that it was something that the old people in the tribe could not eat before, and they swallowed their saliva with palpitations, this immortal's taste is really special, eat things they dare not eat.

However, they just think that the immortals are special, but they don't think that this thing can really be eaten.

Soon someone prepared a pot full of water, put the fire aside, and put a lot of firewood next to it.

Qingmin looked at the pot made of stone, took out the futon, placed it next to the pot, sat on it, and motioned to Wu Lao to bring the fish with his eyes.

No matter how fast Qing Min moved, the group of wild people saw Qing Min take out something, and their minds were full of wondering where the things that the immortal was sitting on were taken from.

Qing Min saw Wu Lao, who was stunned and did not move, and said, "Where is my fish? ”

Only then did Wu Lao hand over the fish, and then asked, "Immortal, can I be here?"

Qingmin nodded, "You move a stone, put on the animal skin, sit next to it, and roast the fire next to the fire." ”

"Thank you, Immortal. When Wu Lao finished speaking, the people of the tribe had already made these things in the convenience, and his eyes peeked at the things that Qing Min was sitting on.

Qingmin noticed it and said, "That's my thing, you can't use it, if you really want to wait until the beginning of spring to weave one from dry weeds." "It's not a spirit gathering futon, but it's also a futon.

Hearing this, the savages remembered it, but none of them answered Qingmin's words, but just nodded obediently.

Wu Lao sat on the fur of the beast and put his hand next to the fire to roast the fire, watching Qing Min's movements.

Qingmin took out all the frozen pears from the storage bag, handed one to Wu Lao and said, "This is a fruit from the mountain, it tastes a little sour, and it fell in the snow and was frozen, I brought it back without poison." ”

Wu Laocheng took the frozen pear with trepidation and looked at it, he knew this fruit, but what he didn't expect was that this fruit could still be eaten in winter.

Wu Lao took a bite of the frozen pear, well, it tasted sour, the pear flesh of the frozen pear was frozen, and it rustled to eat, but Wu Lao's teeth were a little unbearable.

Qing Min noticed it and said: "This thing can be eaten by children, your teeth can't stand it, you can put it next to the fire and roast it until it is soft before eating." ”

When Xiaopeng heard Qingmin's words, 'children can eat it', he leaned over to look at the frozen pears piled on the side, and asked, "Can I eat them?" He was not afraid of Qingmin, after all, he was the first person to discover Qingmin.

Qingmin nodded, "These frozen pears will be given to you, you can take them and divide them." ”

When Xiaopeng heard this, he beckoned his friends to step forward to divide the pears, but they didn't step forward immediately, because Qingmin was a very terrible existence in his heart, so he hesitated and didn't dare to step forward, but in the end, he couldn't resist the attraction of delicious food and surrounded him, and took away some frozen pears.

Kiyomin sighed as he looked at the fish in front of him who did not scrape the scales and did not take out the internal organs of his abdomen, and looked at the things in the hands of the women who were handling the meat of the beast, and found that they were holding sharp stones in their hands, and now they didn't have swords or anything like that, so it seemed that they couldn't borrow anything from them.

Qing Min thought about it, and could only take out a natal sword, and as soon as the sword came out, the men around who secretly looked at Qing Min shrank their jaws in fright, and some of them peed their pants directly.

Wu Lao was also frightened, his eyes widened, he had never seen such a sharp thing, especially this thing was so close to him.

Qing Min held the sword close to the fish, and the sword in his hand saw that Qing Min took himself out to kill a mortal fish, and he resisted very much, struggling, Qing Min clenched the handle of the sword, and said faintly: "Obedient, or I will throw you into the stinky ditch next time I take you out." ”

The general in his hand trembled and immediately behaved, and tears flowed in his heart, his dignified magic sword was actually used by the master to kill fish, and this fish is still a mortal species, it is really embarrassing, it is really embarrassing.

Qing Min slapped the swordfish with the sword in his hand to calm the fish down, and then shaved off all the scales on the surface.

Wu Lao didn't dare to pant as he watched Qing Min scrape off the surface of the fish with his sword, muttering in his heart that this thing was so troublesome to eat.

After that, Qingmin removed the gills of the fish, cut open the belly of the fish, took out the internal organs, and quickly cut the fish into several pieces with his sword.

The men in the tribe looked at Qingmin's clean and neat fish-killing action, and they couldn't think about Qingmin at all, and they knew at a glance that they usually used that sword to kill wild things, and they were afraid of such a woman.

Qingmin washed the fish with the water in the stone pot, and then put the fish in the stone pot, put the fire under the stone pot, and added a lot of firewood under the stone pot.

Qing Min cast a cleansing spell on his natal sword, retreated into the depths of his soul, and quietly waited for the water to boil.

Wu Lao Jian Qingmin had already stopped his movements, and said cautiously: "I don't know what the immortal just took out?" He had just noticed that the thing was very sharp, if the immortal was willing to reward it, they wouldn't have to hurt so many people when they hunted wild things in the future.

"Magic sword, but you can't use my things, if you want to find iron. Qingmin said.

"Iron, what is that?" asked the Witch Elder .

"It's a very hard thing in the ground, not everywhere, and I don't know if you have it near here, you can't make a sword without it. Qingmin said, staring at the fish in the pot.

"If we find it, the immortals will be willing to help us. Wu Lao asked reluctantly.

"Well, I'm not good at refining magic weapons, but refining swords and the like, I should still be able to. Kiyomin rummaged through Earth's memories of the sword-making process in his mind and said uncertainly.

Wu Lao automatically removed a few words from Qing Min's words in his mind, and said very happily: "Then it will be troublesome to the immortals." "If only more swords could be crafted in the tribe, then they would be able to hunt more prey, and some of the tribe would not starve to death without food.

"But you have to make swords, this fire is not good, you need more vigorous fire, and iron ore is very difficult to find, very few, not very few, and they are still underground, very difficult to find. Qing Min said this not to hit Wu Lao's self-confidence, but to give him a preventive shot, so as not to be too disappointed when he couldn't find an iron mine.