On the table, the originally thick white meat soup has changed color, like a fiery red, with a faint smell of wild pepper.

Gongliang scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and immediately felt a spicy taste like a flame reaching his throat and irritating the base of his tongue.

He quickly gnawed on a meat bone, but the spiciness did not diminish, but spread to the base of his ear, forcing him to leave a few spicy tears. He hurriedly gnawed another bone, and the spicy taste was slightly suppressed, but his lips were hot, as if they were eaten by thousands of very small ants, such as itching, numbness, and spiciness.

He felt like he was about to breathe fire.

This wild pepper is really spicy enough, fortunately it has been diluted, otherwise it is estimated that he would have to be like the giant turtle by the stream, and be spicy to death.

However, it is also very spicy, it is like a hot woman, although it is as hot as fire, but it still makes people can't help but want to get close. Serious chili lovers will love this wild pepper in particular, just as people with real alcohol love strong baijiu.

After eating, take a break, and the spicy feeling lingering in the mouth has not subsided.

Gongliang drank some water, didn't care, and began to do his homework every night, beating his body with an iron rod, and then sitting cross-legged on the bed again.

When he was in meditation, a little bit of true qi in the dantian began to linger in his body, and the wild pepper that he had eaten into his stomach was driven by the true qi at this time, and the spicy spirit of fire radiated out, and the hot qi surged. For a while, the temperature of his body increased, and beads of sweat the size of mung beans kept seeping out from the pores of his body.

It's just that Gongliang doesn't seem to notice it, and he still closes his eyes and holds his thoughts, trapped in the empty and empty realm.

After a while, the spicy breath was dissipated, the temperature decreased, the sweat no longer seeped out of the pores, and the true qi slowly returned to the dantian to hibernate.

When Gongliang opened his eyes, he found that he was soaking wet, and he didn't know what was going on, so he hurriedly went to take a bath, and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, I was in surprisingly good spirits, full of energy, and my strength seemed to have risen a little more. He couldn't believe it, so he took his knife and went outside to the jungle to split trees, and sure enough, it grew a little bit. It's rare, but he can feel it. He didn't eat the meat of the beast yesterday, so how could he grow his strength.

Surprised, he began to think back to what he had eaten yesterday.

It's nothing, it's just ordinary animal meat, is it wild pepper?

It's impossible, it's not like he hasn't eaten wild pepper. Is it effective only after reaching a certain amount? Gongliang thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of a reason. However, he really couldn't think of anything else that would make him stronger, so he tried again in the evening. After several days of experiments, he finally affirmed that the reason for his strength to increase was wild pepper, but to reach a certain amount, too little was not enough.

He didn't expect this kind of good thing, and from then on, in addition to the fierce beast meat, he had another wild pepper that could increase his strength.

He didn't eat alone and get fat, and recommended wild peppers to the Dashi family. It's a pity that it's okay for them to eat a little spicy, but it's not okay to eat too much at all. That can't be helped, this secret can only be kept by himself.

Three days later, the hunting party returned and a sacrifice was held. Thanks to this sacrifice, under the double impact of the spark clear stream and the wild pepper fire, the true qi of his dantian actually increased by half at once, almost the size of a mung bean. This made Gongliang very happy, if there was a little more, maybe it could really be used to impact the acupoint meridians.

Yanbu practiced a rotational hunting system, and when a hunting team returned, the hunting team that had been left behind in the tribe would go out to hunt, so as to ensure that the tribe had a constant supply of food.

So, on the second day after the hunting team returned, Gongliang set off with the hunting team.

Dashi is only thirteen years old this year, and he will have to wait until next year to go out hunting with everyone, so he can only stand at the gate of the village with Xiao Xiaoshi and his companions to watch Gongliang and his Abba leave.

Yuhan and Wu stood on the boulder and looked at the hunting team that was gradually moving away, and made up their minds: "Wu, I will also go hunting." ”

"Then you'll have to engrave your little beast with a wrinkle first. Wu said.

"Wu, I've learned the Yan pattern, let's carve the Yan pattern for Xiao Yuyu!" Yu Han looked at Wu Dao.

"You have really learned, you have to think clearly, this is a major matter related to the life of your little beast, and you can't afford to make the slightest mistake, otherwise your little beast will be seriously injured, and the serious one may die directly. ”

"Wu, I've really learned, I can now draw Yan patterns with my eyes closed. ”

"Alright, we're going to engrave the Yan pattern for your little beast. ”

Wu took Yuhan to a secret room, Yuhan sat on the animal skin and silently thought about the Yanwen taught by Wu, Xiao Yuyu lay next to her, not daring to make a sound. Wu took out a crystal bottle from the stone wall next to him, which contained viscous blood, and when he opened it, it was not the smell of blood, but the fragrance of grass, which made people's minds clear.

"Think carefully about the Yan pattern I taught, and then use the spiritual liquid to engrave the Yan pattern on the head of your little beast, remember not to make mistakes, otherwise not only your little beast will have an accident, but even you may be injured. ”

Wu handed the crystal bottle to Yu Han and solemnly admonished again.

"Hmm"

Yu Han nodded heavily, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and began to engrave Yan patterns on Xiao Yuyu's head. Xiao Yuyu looked at Yuhan stupidly, and she didn't know what she was going to do.

Wu looked at Yu Han nervously. This Yan pattern is used as a bridge to communicate between Yuhan and her little beast, if successful, Yuhan can obtain the ability to resist the beast, and her little beast can not only communicate with her, but also gain huge energy. It's a pity that the inscription can't be replaced, otherwise he would be better than her as a child. Once he replaces, if the little beast has the slightest resistance to him, he will lose all his efforts, and not only will the little beast die, but even his spirit may be injured.

He took a fancy to Yu Han because of her ability to communicate with little beasts.

If the inscription can be successfully engraved this time, this dense pattern that has been left in the corner for nearly a hundred years can also be rejuvenated, and the tribe will also have one more capital to survive in this wilderness.

Gongliang followed the hunting team to walk in the forest, and the further inside the trees became, the darker the woods became, and the reckless scenery was presented in front of him one by one at this moment. Uncle Tulei next to him kept telling him about everything in the jungle, and it was only now that he realized that what he had learned in the hunting ground was only the basics, and when he arrived in the forest, everything began.

For example, like tree vines: some tree vines are poisonous and cannot be touched; some tree vines have water, if there is a lack of water, they can be cut down and drink; some tree vines have tough cortex and can be peeled off to make ropes; some tree vines are crisp and break when touched; and some tree vines are like bloodthirsty beasts, if they are not careful, they will be devoured, which is very terrifying.

These are the survival skills that the ancestors have gained through countless bloody experiences in the jungle, and Gongliang does not dare to be sloppy, and remembers them one by one.

When the large hunting party reached the depths of the forest, it began to divide into five teams and hunt separately.

Gongliang's team went deeper and divided into two teams, and finally there were only ten people left in their team, led by a squad leader named Bo Ryu (read: dragon), most of the people in the team Gongliang knew, there were Dashi, Tulei, Daga, two older boys than him, Yu Han and Jin, and Kang Lang, who taught them archery, and the other two named Pa Yan and Shimaman, he was not very familiar with. But in the same tribe, I still know these two people.