"I've seen Elder Deer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After seeing the person clearly, although Mo Hua was a little unhappy, he still respectfully clasped his fists and saluted. Morn struggled even more, bowing to the visitor.

In the Shiniu tribe, which has less than 10,000 people, the class division is very clear. At the lowest level, there are miscellaneous servants like Mo En and Mo Bing, who have no elders to support and no fixed property, and need to rely on their own efforts and tribal help to survive. On the upper floor, there are ordinary herders with their own tents, cattle and sheep, who are the main body of the tribe. Further up, there are people with certain special skills, such as blacksmiths, carpenters, healers, or samurai who are above level 6. The hunting brigade led by Mo Hua belongs to this class.

However, these three strata, which occupy almost all of the population of the tribe, are not the whole of the tribe, and above these three strata, there is a small number of strata that really hold the power of the clan. The members of this power class can come from any of the three classes, but they have a common characteristic, that is, they have broken through the acquired restrictions and entered the innate realm. That is to say, in the Shiniu tribe, and even in the various tribes of the wasteland grassland, as long as you break through the innate boundaries, you can become a member of the ruling class. Although Mo Hua was astonishing, reaching the height of a ninth-level warrior at the age of sixteen, as long as he had not broken through the innate level, he was still not qualified to enter the upper echelons of the Shiniu clan.

And in the innate realm, there are also high and low. The difference in this status mainly comes from personal strength and cultivation, so compared to several other clan elders, Mo Huai, the chief who has entered the seventh order of the innate nature, Qi Yunxiao, a monk who was born in the outer gate of the Thousand Niu Temple, has innate cultivation, and at the same time has the skill of a pharmacist, Lu Qianming is undoubtedly the three most influential giants in the Shiniu tribe. In the face of several other innate elders, Mo Hua could also compete with his identity as the son of the chieftain and a young genius, but in the face of Lu Qianming, who could almost be compared to his father, Mo Hua could only choose to obey deferentially.

"You want to let Mo En out of my door, have you asked me in advance?When will you, the captain of the hunting brigade, be in charge of my affairs?" Looking at the respectful Mo Hua, Lu Qianming stroked his gray beard and said lightly. As an extremely scarce pharmacist of the grassland tribe, Lu Qianming's status is extremely special. In order to win over Lu Qianming, Mo Huai even deliberately sent his daughter Mingzhu to Lu Qianming's door, so when he reprimanded Mo Hua, Lu Qianming would not have any scruples at all.

"The elder laughed, how dare I take charge of the elder's affairs! I just saw that Mo En saved Mingzhu and was able to kill a mutant wolf that was not inferior to a seventh-level warrior, and I wanted to invite him to join the hunting team. Mo Hua's face was gloomy, and he immediately changed to a respectful look and said very calmly.

"Oh, so you're kind, too. So Morn, what do you mean?No one forced you to do anything, do you want to stay with me to study, or join the hunting brigade?" Lu Qianming did not pursue the far-fetched nature of Mo Hua's explanation, but turned his gaze to Mo En, waiting for Mo En's reply.

For Mo En, a very talented apprentice, Lu Qianming actually attaches great importance to it, and even attaches more importance to it than Mingzhu. After all, Mingzhu only has a special identity, and accepting Mingzhu is just to give Mo Huai a face. And Moen's talent in herbalism has the idea of letting Lu Qianming pass on the mantle.

However, his talent in herbal medicine alone was not enough to make Lu Qianming decide to take Mo En as an apprentice. After all, in this unpeaceful, and even somewhat cruel world, only special skills cannot really gain a foothold. Even Lu Qianming himself, if he only knew how to refine medicine and did not have enough strong combat power to support him, he would not be able to have his current status. Therefore, if you really want to accept a disciple with a mantle, not only the aspect of character needs to be carefully examined, but also the qualification potential in cultivation is also an important factor. So in the past year, although Lu Qianming gave Mo En a lot of guidance, he did not accept Mo En as a disciple, but just observed silently on the side.

In this year, Mo En's progress in herbalism surprised Lu Qianming, and he also gained Lu Qianming's trust in terms of character and diligence. However, because of his background, Mo En's self-confidence has not been enough, and he is also a little cowardly, and Lu Qianming is a little displeased about this. In addition, Mo En's performance has always been mediocre in terms of cultivation, and Lu Qianming even has the idea of giving up.

However, this time, seeing that Mo En was able to break out at the moment of life and death, Lu Qianming's attitude changed dramatically. No matter what the usual situation is, if you can show enough courage and strength in a life-and-death situation, you are a person who really has potential. Although Mo En had not yet passed the cultivation qualifications, Lu Qianming had already regarded him as a candidate for discipleship. That's why he came after getting the news of Moen's soberness to support Moen.

Of course, although Lu Qianming changed some of his minds, he would not support Mo En in a big way. How Mo En chooses this time is also a test for Lu Qianming to Mo En. If Mo En can withstand the pressure and choose to continue to follow him, then he has passed the test, and Lu Qianming will give Mo En a chance to learn further. And if Morn gave up studying herbology for other reasons, then Lu Qianming would also give up Morn. A disciple who can't tell the difference between the important and the heavy, even if the time is running out, Lu Qianming can't look down on it.

"Captain Mo, I'm only a second-level warrior cultivator now, and I'm far from qualified to enter the hunting team, so thank you for your kindness, I hope to be able to continue to stay under Elder Lu. However, I promise that before I become a real pharmacist, I will never take the initiative to get close to the eldest lady. If I break my word, I'll be banished by the tribe!" Morn said categorically after a moment of silence.

After finishing speaking, Mo En struggled directly out of bed and bowed deeply to Lu Qianming. Mo Hua's words gave Mo En a great stimulus, and many questions that he didn't want to think about before, or even dared to think about, were directly placed in front of Mo En. After twelve years of reading and seeing, Morn also has a good understanding of the reality of this world, and after abandoning unrealistic fantasies, Morn finally made his own choice.

"Okay, then I'm waiting for the good news from you to advance to the pharmacist as soon as possible. After glancing at Mo En with a gloomy expression, Mo Hua bowed slightly to Lu Qianming and turned around and walked out of the tent. This time, Mo Hua came here mainly because he was worried that Mo En would use the excuse of saving his life to get close to Mingzhu. Now that Mo En has stated that he will not provoke Mingzhu, Mo Hua will naturally not confront Lu Qianming again because of this.

"Thank you, Elder!" After Mo Hua left, Mo En bowed to Lu Qianming again, and said with some sadness. In this year, Lu Qianming is basically equivalent to Mo En's master, and now he supports himself at such a critical moment, Mo En is naturally grateful. However, thinking that he was going to cut off relations with Mingzhu, Mo En couldn't help but feel a burst of heartache.

"Is it just for a little girl, has it become like this? It looks like I'm here a little redundant today!" Seeing Mo En's expression, Lu Qianming shook his head and sighed, "Why did you choose to stay? In order to become a pharmacist, and then pursue that little girl?"

"I... I just don't want to be looked down upon like this. After his expression changed for a while, Morn said firmly. Before Mo Hua appeared, Mo Wan did have some rosy fantasies in his heart, but Mo Hua's performance made Mo Wan completely recognize the reality. And by this time, the pearl still did not appear, which also explains a lot of problems. After calming down, Morn's mind had changed somewhat.

"At your current age, you can't be wrong to have such an idea, but the pattern is too small and too superficial. Do you think that with your mentality, you can get real strength?" Looking at the determined light in Mo En's eyes, Lu Qianming nodded slightly, but said lightly.

"I... Morn was stunned when he heard this, and he froze there. Growing up, Morn only knew that he had to work hard, and if he didn't work hard, he would go hungry. And now Moen's attainments in herbology are already good, and the income from collecting and dispensing medicines can easily get food and clothing. At this time, the question of what he was working for appeared in front of Morn again.

"Think about it. Once you have the answer, come back to me. Looking at Mo En's confused face, Lu Qianming shook his head slightly, turned around and walked out of the tent. "It's a big world, don't just look at it. The real power is not what you see in front of your eyes. ”

"True power?" Morn fell into deep thought as he watched Elder Deer leave. From the time he encountered the wolf, Morn had encountered a series of things that he hadn't experienced in twelve years. While gaining a lot, it also made Morn fall into a kind of confusion. Now that he heard Elder Lu's prompt, Morn also began to think carefully about the path he would take in the future.

If this question had been asked to Morn a year ago, the answer would have been to become an innate master and an elder of the clan. Even if you are a little higher, you will become a pharmacist like Elder Lu and be respected by the clansmen.

However, after being taught by Elder Deer for a year and experiencing many recent events, Morn's initial thoughts have changed somewhat. This change is not because Mo En has lost his self-motivation, but because from Elder Lu Qianming, Mo En knows the outside world and knows more things that he couldn't imagine before. Once you think about it, these confidences, which have been received intermittently for a year, are sorted out.

According to Elder Deer, this world is roughly divided into twelve large states, and the place where the Shiniu tribe lives is only a small western corner of the northern barren state. And the Shiniu tribe is only a small tribe under the Thousand Cow Temple among the seven great temples of the wasteland. Even Yellow Cloud City, which was previously considered the largest city in the world by Morn, was only a medium-sized city within the jurisdiction of the Thousand Cow Temple. Not to mention that compared to the largest city in the world, even compared to the secular core Juli City under the jurisdiction of the Thousand Cow Temple, it is not worth mentioning at all.

And in terms of power, there are also many levels. Practicing qi, building the foundation, Jindan, and Yuanying basically represent the general level of strength. Among these four major strata, the innate elders of the tribe that Mo En worshipped before only belonged to the lowest level of Qi cultivation.

According to the different cultivation conditions, the power system of the human race is roughly divided into two categories, one is the martial artist, also known as the body refiner. The other is called a monk, or an immortal cultivator. The body refiner is good at refining the physical body, it is easy to get started, and after the cultivation is successful, he can exert a powerful power that ordinary people cannot imagine, and it is the most important combat power of the human race. Within every tribe of the grassland, there will be innate warriors to fight against all kinds of dangers. It can be said that the emergence of a large number of innate warriors is the guarantee for the rapid reproduction of the grassland people.

Unlike body cultivators, monks can not only cultivate their physical bodies because they have spiritual roots in their bodies, but they can also use the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to cultivate various mysterious powers. Compared with the body refiner, the monk's methods are diverse and powerful. After entering the advanced level, you can also obtain a longer life. Legend has it that there are monks who can cultivate to the immortal realm of immortality. Therefore, the strength of the monk is the core of the human race, and it has a status far beyond that of the warrior. However, because the number of human races with spiritual roots is extremely small, and it is relatively difficult to advance, the number of high-level monks is not large, and their performance is quite mysterious.

When he first heard Elder Lu talk about these things, Mo En also had a yearning in his heart. After all, there is not a single child who does not want to be a great hero and master powers beyond mortals. However, because of his humble background and low qualifications in martial arts, Mo En did not have much confidence in himself, and this dream was suppressed in his heart. Later, because he became an apprentice of a pharmacist, Morn's life became relatively comfortable and stable, and he did not make great progress in martial arts, so Morn let go of those dreams. It is only today that these dusty dreams have returned.

"I also want to become a human being, a body practitioner, a monk, why can others do it, I can't do it! One day, I will be above all of you!" Morn said to himself, holding his head high, gritting his teeth. As he spoke, Morn slammed his fist into the small wooden coffee table in front of him, and the coffee table made of pine wood broke in response, and a sharp pain came from Morn's right hand.

"How is this possible?" Holding his somewhat red and swollen fist, Morn looked at the coffee table that had just been smashed by himself in disbelief. Most of the furniture in the tribe is made of cold pine from the north, which is bulky but extremely durable. Even if a sixth-level samurai shot with all his might, the coffee table in front of him might not be able to smash it so simply, let alone Morn, a second-level little samurai.

"Was this the shaman's basic skill root strike just now?, wasn't the dream I had before, hallucination?" Morn clutched his fist and froze there as he felt the various terms and information that suddenly appeared in his head.