It's a pity, there is no demon pill in this octopus spirit, but think about it, what kind of existence can form a demon pill?

At least a demon king, how can it be so easy to capture?

Everyone ate happily, Yang Sanyang picked up the iron plate squid, ate it unhurriedly for a while, as if he remembered something, and took out a rope a meter long: "In this great wilderness, the long time does not count the year, it is easy for people to forget the date, remember that in the previous life, there were ancients who counted the days with knots, which is good." ”

In ancient times, the date was calculated by carving scratches on the walls and by making knots.

Both have their own advantages and disadvantages, needless to say the disadvantages of carving marks on the wall, the wall will be carved one day. Even if he had a shovel to shovel the notches off the walls, what if he went out in the future?

Knots have various benefits, the first is that the rope can be reused, and the rope can be untied and reused after 365 days. The second is to go far away, so that you don't have to forget the time, and you can tie it to the rope around you anytime and anywhere.

Yang Sanyang felt that it was necessary to tie a knot, he had a life span of two thousand years, if he didn't remember the sun and the moon, he would have a confused day.

If you want to do it, Yang Sanyang picked out a hemp rope with a thickness of one-tenth of the little thumb, about one meter long, and tied a knot at the front end of the rope.

"What are you doing here?" Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang with curiosity.

"I am just a mortal, I am afraid that I will forget the time in the future, and every day that passes in the future, I will tie a knot on the rope to count the day!" Yang Sanyang said to Bai Ze.

Bai Ze was stunned when he heard this, and then sneered: "Sure enough, it's a stupid barbarian, he doesn't even remember the time, it's really stupid." ”

"Bah, you dare to laugh at me again, believe it or not, let you taste my fist the size of a sand bowl!" Hearing Bai Ze start to say the words 'little barbarian' again, Yang Sanyang was suddenly unhappy, and suddenly stepped forward to hold Bai Ze down, and it was a fierce beating.

"Let go of me!, you damn little barbarian, you dare to be rude to my ancestor!" Bai Ze struggled hard, but it was a pity that the Divine Passage Law was bound, what could he do?

With the strength of the flesh alone, he is definitely not Yang Sanyang's opponent.

"Hmph, let you know how good I am!" Yang Sanyang let go of Bai Ze, looked at the handful of hair in his hand, his eyes showed a touch of weirdness, and he threw the handful of hair into the bonfire without a trace. If Bai Ze knew that he had wiped out his hair, it would be strange if this guy was not in a hurry.

"Little barbarian, when the ancestor recovers his powers, I have to make you look good!" Bai Ze shook the dust on his body with a gray face, his eyes were full of anger, and he squatted in the corner like a wounded little beast and kept grinding his teeth.

Yang Sanyang smiled and didn't speak, just looked into the distance with a pair of eyes, and after a long time, he suddenly said: "If I use this fish hook, can I catch the Mifeng Demon King and let out a bad breath for you?"

"Fishing for the Mifeng Demon King?" Bai Ze frowned when he heard this: "Mifeng is the Demon King of Wisdom, how can it be so easy to fish?" But whether or not you can trick the Mifeng Demon King into taking the bait is the biggest problem. ”

Bai Ze suddenly came to his senses when he heard this, and he was no longer angry, but showed a very serious look in his eyes: "If you don't swallow your grass pill, you may be able to tempt the Mifeng Demon King to take the bait." It's just that the grass is swallowed by you, and you can't find anything on your kid that makes the Mifeng Demon King's heart move!"

"If I think about it again, there is a way after all, otherwise how about we forge a grass pill?" Yang Sanyang said with burning eyes.

"Forge the grass to return the pill?" Bai Ze frowned when he heard this: "If I have the Dao Method, Ancestor, this matter will naturally not be difficult, but now I ......have lost all my magical powers." If I have supernatural powers, why do I need to forge the Grass Returning Pill? That Mifeng Demon King is just the goods that the ancestor and I pointed at death. ”

Yang Sanyang walked back and forth in the cave with his hands behind his back, Bai Ze was slightly moved: "You kid don't have to worry about me, as long as the time is up, I will naturally resume my cultivation, and killing that ant is just a snap of my fingers." The Demon King of the Wind is nothing to me, but to you it is an unattainable mountain, and if you are not careful, you will be devoured, and there will be no place to bury you. ”

Yang Sanyang shook his head: "The ancestor's words are wrong, the Mifeng Demon King and our tribe are on the bar, and the beast tide is continuous all day long, which is also a danger to the clansmen." ”

"You don't have to comfort me, with a bow and arrow in hand, the beast tide is no longer in your eyes" Bai Ze shook his head.

Yang Sanyang was silent, he had to solve the problem of the beast tide as soon as possible, if he had a problem in the future, with this group of stupid primitives, even if he had the support of a bow and arrow, it would be difficult to defeat the endless beast tide.

"Does the Ancestor know that there is anything that is similar to the Grass Returning Pill?" Yang Sanyang said: "The three calamities of the Mifeng Demon King are imminent, if we don't do it sooner, I'm afraid that this fight will die under the three calamities, and the ancestor will suffer in vain." ”

"Do you really want to catch the Mifeng Demon King?" Bai Ze's eyes flashed when he heard this.

"Of course!" Yang Sanyang said.

Hearing this, the corners of Bai Ze's mouth curled slightly, revealing a sneer: "Okay, you will give me a year, and then the ancestor will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation." ”

"Okay!" Yang Sanyang nodded.

"You said that you can really help the lord and I kill the thief, I must be grateful to you, when the time comes, I will eat meat, and you will have the ...... to drink soup" Bai Ze patted his chest and said.

"Why don't I eat meat too?" Yang Sanyang's eyes were a little resentful.

"You little barbarian, you also want to eat meat, it's just ......" Bai Ze looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Smack~"

A slap came down, and Bai Ze quickly recognized the reality, and hurriedly exclaimed: "Eat meat! Eat meat! You eat meat, I drink soup! You eat meat, can't I drink soup?"

Bai Ze's voice was full of humiliation: "If it weren't for the inheritance of your treasures, how could I be sulking like you, master?"

"What are you talking about, what are you inheriting?" Yang Sanyang said with a surprised expression.

"Nothing! nothing!" Bai Ze smiled.

"Smack, call you dishonest ......"

"Little barbarian, master, I'm not done with you!" Bai Ze roared angrily.

In fact, Yang Sanyang wanted to kill the Mifeng Demon King, of course, not only for Bai Ze, but also for his own tribe.

The beast tide has hindered the development of the tribe, and Yang Sanyang wants to transform the hunting civilization into an agricultural civilization, and it will not work without a stable environment.

If you want to transform into an agricultural civilization, you must first go to the threat of wild beasts, so that primitive people can settle down and concentrate on cultivating fields.

Yang Sanyang fell into deep thought, the beast herd in the outside world restricted the development of the tribe, and he couldn't do anything this year!

"Hey, there are so many fish fry~" Yang Sanyang stood on the wooden raft, looking at the small fish chasing in the pond, with a smile in his eyes.

Feeding the fish and shrimp in the pond every day, there is no shortage in the tribe, after hunting the prey, all kinds of unwanted intestines and other internal organs are the best food for fish and shrimp.

There were more and more people in the tribe, more and more wild animals were hunted, and there was more than enough to feed a fish pond.

In fact, the increasing number of clansmen in the tribe is also the biggest factor in Yang Sanyang's determination to get rid of Mifeng, the blessed land provided by the Vulcan tribe is so big, and the materials are limited, and it can only support about 10,000 people. In the future, the population of the tribe will exceed 10,000, and it will inevitably try to get out of the wilderness.

It is completely unrealistic to feed the tribe by hunting alone, the rate of hunting is far from the rate of population growth, and sooner or later the balance between supply and demand will be upset, and then someone will inevitably starve.

Yang Sanyang's face was solemn, his eyes showed contemplation, he stood on the bamboo raft and slid gently, sweeping the fish and shrimp in the river: "If you dig a few more fish ponds, you can also temporarily alleviate the dilemma of population increase, but ...... It's just relief, and sooner or later it's going to have to be faced. ”

Bai Ze said that the three calamities of the Mi Feng Demon King were about to come, but note that this 'imminent' refers to the long life of the innate gods, and for human beings, it is dozens or hundreds of years.

"No, no, what will happen to the tribe in the future, I still need to make a good plan......" Yang Sanyang simply sat down, and quickly pondered in his heart: "First of all, we must find grains that can be used by humans and have a large yield. The second is to tame the beasts and keep domestic beasts in captivity, because it is too wasteful to kill all the captured beasts, or domesticate some, and it is convenient to slaughter them when the time comes. ”

"The third is to get out of the cave, which can hold a limited number of people, and move out to settle outside. Keep splitting the tribes, completely occupy this Vulcan Territory within a radius of 100 miles, and then gradually move the population to the Great Wilderness!" Yang Sanyang kept thinking about it, moving to the Great Wilderness would inevitably cause casualties, but there was no way to do it.

Vulcan's territory is so large that it can accommodate twenty or thirty thousand people to survive, and if it exceeds this number, the balance will be broken, and supply and demand will be lacking.

"With a flame, what can't be solved by setting fire to the mountain? No matter what poisonous miasma and poison you have, in the face of a raging fire, you don't want to be burned to death obediently!" Yang Sanyang's face turned fierce, setting fire to the mountain can drive away most of the old enemies, which is enough to greatly reduce the crisis.

The growth of plants is the key to the survival of miasma, as long as you burn all those plants, the miasma will become rootless duckweed, and it will naturally dissipate.

"The real unpredictable crisis is the demon beasts, those demon beasts are so powerful that they come and go, and humans have no way to take the demon beasts!" Yang Sanyang thought about the future development plan of the tribe, and his eyes showed a fire of wisdom.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the Cretaceous period is once again as promised.

In this year, Bai Zeshen is mysterious and sneaky, and he rarely sees his traces, and he doesn't know what this guy is busy with all day, but it makes people's hearts feel strange.

Snowflakes fell in the sky, and Yang Sanyang sighed: "It's another winter." ”