"My head hurts!" Morn came to his senses after countless years, filled his mind with countless strange images that seemed to have been experienced by himself. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But as soon as he opened his eyes, Morn forgot most of the images, and only saw that he was in a state of confusion. All around is a flowing mist, and his body is also made up of this mist, like a legendary ghost.

"Where is this?" Sensing his anomaly, Morn immediately forgot about the images in his mind that seemed real, but completely unrealistic, and began to think about his situation.

"This is your sea of knowledge. With a voice as innocent as Morn's, but much thicker, the mist in front of Morn's eyes condensed into a tall, bull-headed figure holding a black flag.

"Demon Clan, do you want to take it away?" Morn was suddenly startled and thought a little panicked, looking at the strange figure that suddenly appeared. Although his status in the clan is not high, because he follows the tribal medicine master Lu Qianming, Mo En also has a certain understanding of various legends of cultivation. Hearing the word Zhihai, and seeing the other party's shape that was very different from the human race, I immediately thought of the terrifying legend of the demon race. It is rumored that there are also masters in the demon clan who can be comparable to the elders of the temple, and when they fall into the end, they will choose to reincarnate the dead human race. Once taken away, not only will you be destroyed, but your body will also fall into the hands of others, and even hurt your relatives, which is an extremely tragic ending. So subconsciously, Morn's heart was full of vigilance.

But don't worry, I'm not a demon clan, and I won't take you away. The minotaur on the opposite side smiled and said, "Or, you are more acceptable to my image?" As he spoke, the minotaur turned into a human race. He looked very similar to Morn, except that he looked seven or eight years older than Morn. If Morn had grown to be twenty years old, it would have been like this.

"Can you know my thoughts? Do you know the mind of a Buddhist monk? And your transformation technique, is it the magic power of the demon clan?" Mo En was shocked at first, but when he saw the other party's gentle smile, he somehow relaxed his mood, and involuntarily relaxed his guard, and asked with some curiosity.

"You know a lot. No need to guess, I am you, you are me, we are one. What you want, I naturally know, I don't need any supernatural powers. The young man smiled.

Morn was slightly stunned, and just wanted to refute it, when the images that appeared in his mind before began to emerge. Among these pictures, many of them are based on the image of the young man in front of him, and some of them are centered on the image of the minotaur just now, and Morn has an inexplicable intimacy with these two images. I don't know why, but there's no doubt that Morn believes that he must have a deep connection with the person in front of him.

"You... "When Morn tried to think about those images carefully, looking for the memories they represented, his head suddenly ached violently, and even his body began to blur.

"Hey, it still doesn't look good! Such a weak soul can't carry real memories at all, let alone true fusion!" Seeing Morn's pain, the young man sighed and put his hand on Morn's shoulder, and a warm power flowed out of the young man's hand, helping Morn stabilize his soul.

"This time I'm too anxious, and you're far from growing up to live with the truth. However, since you have awakened the basic abilities of the shaman in your previous life by your own will, it means that the power of the shaman is not limited in this realm. I have prepared the shaman's primary cultivation exercises, and with your current divine soul strength, this set of exercises is much stronger than the brute strength you are cultivating now. Let's cultivate hard, and look forward to the day when I can really see you!" After saying that, the young man turned into mist again and blended into the vast expanse around him, and Morn suddenly had countless more information in his mind. Eventually, Morn felt his head swell and fainted again.

When Morn awoke again, he found himself inside the tribal tent. Guarding next to him was his good friend Mo Bing. And seeing that Mo Bing's injuries had recovered, he should have been in a coma for a short time.

"It looks like I was really dreaming before. Seeing Mo Bing's familiar face and the familiar furnishings around him, Mo Bing breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion in his heart. Although the strange memories made Morn feel extremely intimate, and even almost thought it was true, the experience of repeated coma was not so pleasant after all. Now back to reality, Morn is still very happy.

"Morn, you're awake! it's great!" Mo Bing shouted excitedly when he saw Morn open his eyes. Leaving his friends and running away, although there is a completely past reason, Mo Bing still has a lot of guilt for Mo En in his heart. Now that Mo En can be seen waking up from his coma, Mo Bing is naturally extremely happy.

"Don't shout, I'll be stunned by you if I shout again. Morn looked at the excited Morn and said with a smile. To be able to escape a catastrophe and see his friends care so much about him, the honest Morn is also extremely happy.

"Yes, yes, yes. You've just woken up, and you're still very weak. Lie down first, but I will bring you something to eat. Mo Bing hurriedly lowered his voice and said to Mo En with a smile.

"I'm really hungry when you say that. How long have I been unconscious?" Morn asked, clutching his stomach. Because of those strange dreams, Morn felt like he had passed hundreds of years, and he couldn't be sure of the current time.

"You've been in a coma for eight days, and if you don't wake up tomorrow, you're going to be tied to the Wooden Camel and taken away. Mo Bing smiled and said, "You lie down first, and I'll come when I go." ”

"Was it only eight days? Looks like I was really dreaming. But why is this dream so real?" Seeing Mo Bing turn around and leave the tent, Mo Bing's mind couldn't help but return to the previous dream, remembering the strange-looking, but inexplicably familiar Minotaur. Although intellectually speaking, Morn had already decided that it was just a ridiculous dream, but in his heart, he couldn't help but want to recall the details of the dream, hoping that it was all true.

"The wolf meat porridge is here!" Mo Bing's cheerful voice came over just as Mo En was entangled in his dream. As soon as the tent door opened, Mo Bing walked in with a large wooden bowl.

"This is a meat porridge made from the meat of the wolf that almost killed us, and if you eat it, you will also avenge yourself again!" Mo Bing said with a smile after handing the bowl to Mo En.

"Is this the meat of that wolf?" After swallowing a mouthful of fragrant meat porridge and feeling a warm current melt into his body, Mo En remembered Mo Bing's words and asked with some surprise. Before that, Morn's attention was still on the dream just now, and he completely ignored the life-and-death struggle with the wild wolf before, and forgot to ask himself how he came back safely.

"Yes! It seems that Elder Lu's judgment is correct. You really passed out after killing the wolf with your potential, and you forgot what you did in the end. Looking at Mo En's confused look, Mo Bing said with a smile.

"Tell me more about it, I really don't know what I've done. How did I get back?" asked Morn, a little anxious. At this time, Morn had already remembered the last blow he had struck, and also remembered the situation where the term 'root strike' and the method of transportation came to his mind at that time. Combined with the strange dream before him, Morn faintly felt that things might not be simple.

"It was Elder Deer who brought you back. Not long after the eldest lady and I escaped, we met Elder Lu. By the time Elder Deer arrived, you were unconscious. And the wild wolf was also broken by your stick and died next to it. According to Elder Deer's judgment, you activated your full potential at the moment when you were about to be bitten to death by the wild wolf, killing the wild wolf, and you yourself fell into a coma because of the excessive consumption of your potential. After stabilizing your body with your True Qi, Elder Deer collected the Stone Bone Grass and returned with you and the corpses of the wild wolf. Mo Bing patiently explained.

"I see, I really want to thank Elder Lu this time. By the way, is she okay, Miss?" after a slight sigh, Morn immediately asked eagerly. He hadn't woken up from the shock of the dream before, but now that he had figured out the situation, Morn immediately remembered the pearl he wanted.

"Don't worry, Miss, she's fine. Seeing the eager look on Mo En's face, Mo Bing replied with a slight bitterness. Although he is only twelve years old, the teenagers on the grassland are quite precocious, and their spring hearts have already begun to sprout. In fact, at the beginning, Mo En and Mo Bing knew each other's feelings for the eldest lady Mingzhu. This time, Moen sacrificed himself to save people, which must have left a deep impression on Mingzhu's heart. Correspondingly, Mo Bing's opportunities are much less. Although he knew that he shouldn't be jealous, Mo Bing still felt a little sour in his heart.

"It's okay. Mo En let out a sigh of relief and relaxed, but after seeing the gloom on Mo Bing's face, he felt a little unbearable in his heart. After struggling for a long time, Morn couldn't say anything more. And Mo Bing had no interest in talking anymore, and the two of them sat silently, only the snoring of Mo En's swallowing porridge in the tent.

"Is Morn there?" Just as Morn finished eating the porridge and was thinking about how to tell Mo Bing, a friend, about Mingzhu, a slightly cold voice came from outside the tent. As the words fell, a young man in a silver leather suit stepped into the tent.

"Captain Mo!" As soon as he saw the arrival, Mo Bing immediately stood up, and Mo Bing wanted to get up, but in the end he couldn't succeed. However, the respect and admiration in the eyes were obvious.

This person who is called Captain Mo is not someone else, it is Mo Hua, the elder brother of Mingzhu and the second son of Mo Huai, the chief of the Shiniu tribe. To be able to get the respect of Mo En and Mo Bing, Mo Hua did not just rely on his status as the son of the chief. Although there are several classes within the Stone Ox tribe, the difference in status between each class is not very obvious, and the status will also change with the change of strength. It's just the identity of the son of a chief, and it's intimidating.

What Mo Hua really respects Mo En and Mo Bing, two outstanding teenagers in the younger generation, is his own talent and hard work. Mo Hua, who is just sixteen years old this year, has advanced to the ninth rank of the warrior not long ago, becoming the number one master under several elders in the clan, and is in charge of the hunting brigade composed of young people in the clan, becoming one of the three captains in the clan. And if Mo Hua can maintain his current rate of progress, it is possible that he will advance to the innate in the near future and become a true martial artist, or even a monk. This kind of qualification makes Mo Hua a well-deserved idol for the teenagers in the clan.

"Mo Bing is also here, I want to talk to Mo En alone, is it okay?" After nodding in response to the two, Mo Hua said lightly. In the face of the respect of the two, Mo Hua did not show the arrogance of rejecting people, nor did he respond too enthusiastically, but accepted the respect calmly, and then gave an unquestionable order in a calm tone.

"Absolutely. Mo Bing's expression changed for a moment, and after glancing at Mo En, he nodded, turned around and walked out of the tent.

"I want to thank you for this incident. If it weren't for you sacrificing your life, Mingzhu might not really be able to come back alive. I'm an elder brother, and I'll definitely repay you!" After Mo Bing left, Mo Hua said solemnly to Mo En.

"This is what I should ... Morn blushed and stammered. When he sacrificed his life for Mingzhu before, Mo En didn't think too much, like a teenager who is generally carried away by love, his brain rushed up as soon as it was hot. Now that Mo Hua was so solemnly grateful, Mo En's heart was quite nervous.

"But if you think that you will have a chance to marry Mingzhu in this way, then you are very wrong!" Before Mo En could finish speaking, Mo Hua's second sentence had already been spoken.

"I... I didn't want to marry ... As soon as he heard this, Morn seemed to have been slapped in the head, and he was stunned all of a sudden. After a moment's pause, he stammered and retorted.

"People need to see where they are. Mingzhu is the little princess of our Shiniu tribe, whether it is marrying with other tribes or recruiting a son-in-law in Huangyun City in the future, those who can match her must be outstanding talents! Although you have some talent in medicinal materials, you are not qualified to compete for it before you become a real pharmacist. So I hope you don't think too much, and don't do anything that affects Mingzhu's judgment. Mo Hua didn't pay attention to Mo En's explanation at all, and continued very calmly.

"Then what does Captain Mo want me to do, please speak directly!" At this point, Mo En had completely understood Mo Hua's intentions. While being aggrieved, Morn also had a sense of arrogance in his chest. It was a hot-blooded teenager who could ignore such obvious contempt?

"Leave Elder Lu and join the hunting brigade, and I will teach you the Stone Ox Skill. Mo Hua said very calmly. Compared with the brute bull strength that everyone in the clan can cultivate, the stone cow gong, the core technique of the stone cow tribe, is undoubtedly much more profound. If you have been cultivating brute bull strength, basically a ninth-level warrior is already at the peak. Unless there are special circumstances, it is difficult to break through the innate nature. And to cultivate Shi Niu Gong, as long as the talent is sufficient, the hope of breaking through the innate is quite great. Moreover, after advancing to the innate level, you can still continue to cultivate the Shi Niu Gong until the ninth level of the innate level. It is difficult for people who do not make great contributions within the clan to be taught. Mo Hua set this condition, on the one hand, it was to isolate Mo En and Mingzhu, and on the other hand, he didn't want outsiders to gossip. After all, it is not stingy to use the stone ox to thank Moen for his efforts. As for whether it would affect Morn's future, Mo Hua didn't think much about it.

"I don't need Shi Niu Gong!" Morn said stubbornly. For this kind of charity-like thing, Morn instinctively wanted to refuse.

"Okay, this condition can be changed, but you have to leave Elder Deer and join the hunting team!" Mo Hua frowned and said in a deep voice. In Mo Hua's opinion, Mo En's refusal is likely to be an unyielding to Mingzhu, so he must break off the idea of the absolute side.

"Whether Morn wants to leave me or not, I'm afraid it's not up to you to decide. Just as Morn was impulsively about agreeing to leave Elder Lu and reject Shi Niu Gong at the same time, a gentle voice came in, and then an emaciated old man with a gray beard walked into the tent.