"Who is in charge of coordinating the preparations for today's migration?" Looking at Mu Tie, who had a look of 'I want to humiliate you' clearly written on his face, Mo En frowned, and a trace of doubt drifted through his heart. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

To say that the work of cleaning cow dung as backup fuel for the tribe is not invented by Mu Tie himself, but the most common dirty work in the tribe. In the grasslands, where fuel is scarce, livestock manure itself is an important source of fuel, and this is indeed what Morn has done.

As an orphan, after being raised by the tribe until he was five years old, Morn began to support himself by his own labor. In the beginning, it was easier work such as herding sheep and feeding cattle, and then the dirty work of washing horses and cleaning livestock manure began to be done by Moen a little older. At that time, as a petty handyman with the lowest status and weakest strength, Morn did not have much choice.

However, this situation changed when Moen showed a talent for herbalogy at the age of nine, began to learn to collect herbs, and began to combine medicines. Relying on the contribution of handing over herbs and ointments, Morn can basically avoid these dirty work. After all, for the tribe, the herbs and ointments contributed by Morn are much more valuable than doing these dirty work. And after Mo En devoted himself to Elder Lu's disciple and became a formal pharmacist apprentice, he was basically insulated from all kinds of chores, and all his energy was focused on learning and collecting medicines and combining medicines. Now that he was suddenly assigned this kind of dirty work by his opponent, Morn was naturally quite resistant. After all, it's not just a matter of work, it's more about the other party wanting to humiliate themselves.

"Why? Do you want to find someone to stand up for you? I advise you not to be delusional! You should know that once a task is issued, it cannot be changed unless it is important or the elder himself comes forward. And now that the mission is about to begin, you don't have time to find someone to intercede with you. Mu Tie said with a sneer.

"According to the rules of the tribe, the miscellaneous servants can be exempted from labor after paying enough wealth, right?" Although Mo En was already quite angry in his heart, he did not choose to make peace with Mu Tie. Because Mo En knows very well that although he has the weight of Elder Lu, many times he has been treated far beyond ordinary miscellaneous servants, and can even be compared with some sons and brothers in the tribe, but when it comes to the real thing, Mo En still has not left the ranks of miscellaneous servants. Mu Tie took the order of the enemy tiger brigade to suppress Mo En, and he couldn't resist at all. Years of cruel reality forced Morn to suppress her anger and try to respond to this provocation as calmly as possible.

"Yes! But think about it, what have you handed in these days in the Xiuluo Mountains?" Mu Tie asked with a gloating face after reaching out and applauding Moen. According to the rules of the tribe, because the opportunity is rare, the contribution is calculated separately for the ten days when they stop near the Xiuluo Mountains. In particular, pharmacist apprentices like Morn have a lot of fixed tasks. On the first day of going up the mountain, Morn fell into a coma because of the wolf incident, and he didn't gain much at all. Even if there was a tiger tooth grass on his body, he didn't have time to hand it over to the tribe. Therefore, in these ten days, Morn not only did not contribute to the labor, but on the contrary, there were many tasks that had not been completed, and he owed a lot to the tribe.

Morn glanced back at the medicine basket in the corner of the tent, his expression hesitant, but he eventually shook his head. Only when the tribe goes to Huangyun City and leaves Huangyun City, will they pass through the Xiuluo Mountains, which is rich in herbs, and stay for a short time, so during this period, the requirements for those who have the ability to collect medicine are very high. If he wanted to use herbs to offset his labor, Mo En had to hand over all the medicinal materials he had accumulated for Mo Bing and prepared to dissipate the tiger qi. And for this set of medicinal materials, Mo En has been accumulating for a long time, and the Tiger Qi Dispersion is also very important for Mo Bing to break through the fifth and sixth levels. Between some insults and his brother's future, Morn finally chose to think about his brother.

Thinking of this, Morn couldn't help but think of the two stone bone grasses. If those two grasses were in hand, Mo En would not have to pay attention to Mu Tie's provocation at all. However, because Morn was already unconscious after killing the wolf, according to the rules of the clan, those two stone bone grasses could only be regarded as the harvest of the deer elder. In other words, now Morn really has no capital that can compete with Mu Tie.

"I'm right, right! Since you haven't done what you should have done, then honestly obey the order and clean up the cow dung for me!hahaha!" Seeing that Mo En was speechless, Mu Tie said with a wild laugh.

"Mu Tie, the grudge between us should have ended, why did you target me again this time?" Looking at Mu Tie who was laughing wildly, Mo En no longer concealed his anger and asked sharply. For this blatant provocation, Morn, who has enjoyed the respect of everyone for nearly a year and has developed a strong sense of self-esteem, is simply unable to blindly compromise as he did when he was a child. Morn, who thought he was no worse than the best children of the other tribes, didn't want to do that kind of rough work anymore, especially when someone was ready to laugh at him.

"Settled? Do you think this kind of grievance can be settled if you say it? Are you worthy of talking to me like this? Bah!" After spitting next to Mo En, Mu Tie said arrogantly: "You are just a small handyman, without a father or mother, what qualifications do you have to sit on an equal footing with me and compete for the opportunity of Elder Lu's guidance? You didn't hand in the medicinal herbs this time, do you think someone will take care of you?"

Morn was slightly stunned, and there was a faint pain in his heart. This pain is not only because of Mu Tie's insult, but also because of his identity as a handyman. During the days when Elder Lu was in the limelight, Mo En subconsciously forgot that this identity brought humiliation and humility to him, and indulged in the days of seemingly equality. When Mu Tie broke this illusory equality with tribal rules and vicious language, Morn realized that he was still the object of oppression. At this time, thinking of Mo Hua who forced him and Mingzhu, who had never appeared, this trace of pain became more intense.

"There's nothing to say, then go to work! Don't expect Mo Bing to help you, he's already been sent to follow the hunting team and clean up the beasts ahead. Before noon today, you must clean up the cow dung alone, or you will be flogged!At that time, I will be happy to carry it out myself!" Looking at the painful look on Morn's face, Mu Tie felt sincerely happy in his heart. However, while being happy, Mu Tie did not plan to let go of Mo En, and continued to speak loudly.

And at this time, outside Moon's tent, many teenagers had gathered. Some of these men were miscellaneous servants of a similar status to Moun, and some were children of ordinary herdsmen's families. However, these teenagers just looked at Mu Tie Fawei in the tent with each other, and none of them dared to open their mouths to intercede for Mo En. Even a few handymen who had received Moen's favor, under Mu Tie's obscenity, did not have the courage to speak, and could only watch Morn being persecuted without saying a word. In fact, Mu Tie deliberately gathered so many people here in order to let the news of Morn's humiliation spread throughout the tribe to vent the resentment in his chest.

"Mu Tie, according to the rules of the clan, the captain is indeed responsible for the distribution of chores. But the clan also stipulates that if anyone has an opinion about the task assigned by the captain, they can challenge the captain to fight for their rights. Seeing his companions with different expressions, but all of them didn't dare to speak, Mo En suppressed the anger in his chest, glanced at the tattered coffee table that was thrown in the corner, and said coldly to Mu Tie. Since the other party refused to stop, Morn didn't mind letting the other party try his fists.

"Yes, the tribe does have this rule. What? Do you want to challenge me?" Mu Tie was slightly stunned, then pointed at Mo En's nose and said with a laugh.

In the rules of the Stone Ox tribe, there is indeed a time when chores are allocated, and members of the clan can challenge the captain by force in exchange for the privilege of not working. However, when this rule was first established, it was only to motivate the members of the clan to work hard to cultivate. In fact, as long as the teenagers in the clan grow up to the fourth level of samurai, they will naturally not be assigned any chores. And a teenager who has not cultivated to the fourth level of samurai, facing a captain who must be a fourth-level samurai or above and has a family martial arts, there is no chance of winning at all, and it is naturally impossible to challenge successfully.

In fact, except for the occasional time when the junior advanced deliberately did not declare it, and used it in order to compete with the captain, this rule was just an ornament at other times. Mu Tie dared to bully Mo En this time, that is, he saw that although Mo En was amazingly talented in herbal medicine, he was quite mediocre in martial arts, and he was still only a second-level warrior, and he was powerless to resist himself at all. At this time, hearing that Mo En was going to use this rule, Mu Tie was just pleasantly surprised that he could take advantage of the opportunity of the competition to beat Mo En hard, and he didn't think of anything else at all.

"Not bad. I don't want to sweep cow dung, so I'll have to challenge you. Morn stroked his right hand, a flash of sharpness in his eyes, and walked out of the tent. The teenagers gathered at the door of the tent immediately parted, making way for Morn, and many of them had a glint of adoration in their eyes. Of course, there are also many teenagers who sigh and shake their heads, not optimistic about Morn's decision. After all, there is a huge gap between the second-level samurai and the fourth-level samurai, and Mo En basically has no possibility of victory, and this challenge can only make Mo En take a beating.

"Okay, since you want to be beaten this time, then I will fulfill you!" Mu Tieleng paused for a moment, and then also strode out. Although he felt that Mo En's actions were a little abnormal, Mu Tie firmly believed that with his own strength, he was enough to completely suppress Mo En.

In the open space outside the miscellaneous tent area, dozens of teenagers formed a large circle. Mo En and Mu Tie stood in the circle, facing each other with solemn expressions. Mo En was slightly nervous in the face of Mu Tie, who was much stronger than himself. And Mu Tie was also afraid that the boat would capsize in the gutter and lose face in front of everyone.

"Boy, that's good! a third-level samurai, no wonder you dare to provoke me. But I want you to know that the strength of a third-level warrior is still not enough!" After confronting for a moment, making sure that Mo En's strength was only promoted to the third level of a warrior, Mu Tie slowly put his mind at ease. Although this situation was a little unexpected, it was still within the bearable range, and seeing that the eyes of the young people around him were a little strange, Mu Tie finally couldn't hold his breath and took the lead.

Because he had suffered the losses of Mo En and Mo Bing, Mu Tie was full of strength as soon as he made a move. With the support of Shi Niu Gong, a black tiger dug out his heart and hit Mo En's chest directly. In the face of the huge power gap, even if Mo En has any small means, Mu Tie is sure to break through the trick with his strength.

Looking at Mu Tie's menacing fist, a trace of perseverance flashed in Mo En's eyes, his legs squatted slightly, his body was slightly sideways, and he let go of the chest point, and at the same time his right hand hit with all his strength. At the same time as Mu Tie's punch on his left shoulder, Mo En's fist also smashed on Mu Tie's shoulder.

"Bang, bang" made two muffled sounds, and the fists of both hit each other at the same time. However, to the surprise of all the teenagers, Morn, who should have been in a weak position, only took a few steps back, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. And Mu Tie, who was supposed to have an absolute advantage, flew out directly, and before he landed, he fell into a coma.

"Ahh You kill ... Seeing Mu Tie fall to the ground, Mu Tie's follower Mu Gou'er shouted in horror. The other teenagers were also full of panic. Although according to the rules of the tribe, if you are injured in a fight, you will have a destiny, but once someone dies, especially if something happens to a noble person, the tribe will definitely investigate it.

"Rest assured. He couldn't die, he just passed out. The challenge is over, I'll go first. Morn said coldly as he put his hand over his almost broken shoulder. Without waiting for Mu Gou'er to react, he walked directly towards Elder Lu's tent.

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