The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Of course, the wild land does not have the words for show, so it is just used to buy people's hearts, and the effect can be imagined.

There is a partridge mountain more than 30 miles outside the city of Red Owl. This mountain is not big. There is a lake in front of the mountain. There are two small rivers connecting the north and the south to this small lake.

Not many places have been reclaimed in the wasteland around Luoniao Lake, and the remaining places are slightly undulating hilly areas, which are not suitable for planting spiritual fields.

There are more than one hundred families living in Partridge Mountain. The stone house and stone workshop are built on the mountain. At this time, it is the setting sun. There are many people in the spiritual field outside the mountain, carrying their hoes and walking towards the house.

These figures are old and young, carrying a hoe, carrying a bamboo basket, and carrying a bundle of firewood, all walking home.

At this moment, in the settlement under Partridge Mountain, cooking smoke has already risen, curling like clouds, and the village is filled with a faint smell of meat.

"Old Wood, how is your spiritual field?"

A middle-aged warrior wearing a shabby animal skin waistcoat, limping up with his left foot, limped up quickly, and asked aloud to an old man who also wore a shabby animal robe.

"Oh, what else? A total of 70 acres of spiritual fields have been cultivated in the family, and more than half of them have been smashed by the tusk pigs. Many seedlings have rotten roots.

The old man, known as the old wood, has a look of sadness on his face. It is not that he does not want to cultivate more spiritual fields, but that his own strength is limited, even if there is a new spiritual field, he can't handle it.

The growth process of the lingtian also requires de-worming and watering processes. Watering is okay, but de-worming is a bit troublesome.

The physique of the human race in the wild land is inherently stronger. Under the same living environment, the power of other creatures and ants has also been correspondingly enhanced.

Lingmi has a spiritual character, which naturally has spirituality.

The bugs in the wild wilderness are not simple things. These guys with tiny fangs are not easy to kill for the quasi-war fighters. If they are not careful, they will be bitten by them. The wounds are unavoidable. If it is not good, you have to apply medicine to stay in bed.

And the most important point is that it’s not safe in the mountains. There are more than 130 families in their village, all of whom can’t get along in the city.

So we came to Partridge Bird Mountain and took root together, and they could barely defend the nearby area, and wanted to expand the area of ​​the spiritual field outwards, but the strength was insufficient.

And not all places are suitable for planting ling rice, many places are overgrown with rocks, and some places simply don’t grow ling rice. I don’t know why.

There are no less than hundreds of villages like Partridge Bird Mountain around the city of Honggu. Their villages are considered to be of medium size. Some large villages have hundreds of households, are strong, and have cultivated more spiritual fields.

"Old Wood, my babe is only four years old this year, and it is still a few years away from the cost of Xiuwu, so after harvesting the spiritual rice this year, I will leave enough for myself to eat, and you will give you the rest. Take it to the city and sell it, exchange some resources for Xiao Qiao to practice."

"How can this work!"

Hearing this, Old Wood waved his hand again and again, and hurriedly said, "The baby grows fast. It will take a few years for your baby to go to the Wuyuan in the city to practice. You have to prepare some foundation in advance.

We can’t compare to the big families in the city. They have a well-established family. Our partridge settlement has just moved out of the city for two years. Many of the spiritual fields in the settlement have just been cultivated, and they have not yet reached the level of ripening. not much.

Xiao Qiao's practice has allowed him to stay a bit tighter this year. When the harvest is ready tomorrow, I'm going to the city to exchange some herbs for tempering the body for him. It will be fine a year later."

...

Under the night, in the partridge village, beast fire leaped in the stone windows of every household, and figures surged.

In a small courtyard surrounded by three stone houses in the middle of the village, a figure pushed open the stone door and walked into the hospital, and then there was a woman's voice in the courtyard.

"His father is back."

"Ok."

He casually agreed, and Saruyama, who was carrying the hoe, put the hoe down and walked towards the hut.

"I have stewed the colorful feather birds. The baby has just finished eating, and there are some bones left."

In the stone room, the woman walked in with a steaming crock, put it on the stone table, looked at the wrinkles on the man's forehead, and asked with some worry.

"His father, is there really no way? We settled in 10,000 mu of spiritual fields, and most of them were smashed like this. It's okay for everyone to eat. Our eldest child and several children in the village are practicing in the Wuyuan in the city. ."

Yuanshan shook his head, and said helplessly: "Some of the fang pigs that rushed out were in the semi-pure blood state. They are comparable to the warriors in the open mountain state. These beasts eat and drink Lazard everywhere, don’t know what they are carrying. The spiritual rice seedlings withered everywhere they went."

"Ah~"

Hearing this, Songcao paled in shock and looked sad.

For her, these spiritual rice are her lifeblood. The whole family relies on these spiritual rice to eat and drink, and also to support the eldest child to practice martial arts. There are also two young children who are going to the martial arts school in the coming year. .

People who cultivate martial arts need to absorb spiritual power and have a lot of appetite, so they eat a lot of rice. So it seems that everyone grows a lot of spiritual rice, but in fact, if there is a child on the road of spiritual practice in the family, it is basically supported. Don't help it.

"What is it!"

Saruyama scolded, "We didn't grow spiritual rice before, so we won't come here too!"

After being scolded by the man, Songcao lowered his head, and aggrieved after a long time: "Isn't this different from before."

Saruyama picked up a bird stand in the earthen jar and stuffed it into his mouth. Only scattered pieces of meat remained on the bird stand, and the color feather bird was actually not big, but the size of an adult slap.

After two bites, Saruyama saw that there was still a piece of bird meat on the skeleton, stretched out his big hand to tear it off, and stuffed it into the mouth of Songcao.

"Don't worry, it's a big deal. I took the men in the village out to hunt. We didn't all come here before. Besides, the adults in the city haven't come down yet, so wait."

Chewing on the bones with his big mouth, holding up the crock pot and drinking the soup inside, Saruyama got up and walked out.

"His father, what are you doing."

"You can coax the children to sleep first. I'll go to Laomutou, they are all in the same settlement, so I can help."

"Oh."

When the woman's voice sounded, Saruyama had already walked out of the yard, and under the shining moon, he walked along the path in the settlement towards the settlement not far away.

"Brother Shan~"

The Saruyama who had left the house hadn't walked far, and a figure greeted him.

"Little pillar, where are you going?"

Saruyama was taken aback, then asked.

"I'm not looking for you, Brother Shan. My brother-in-law lives in the Yuhe settlement next door. Today, I went to my house with my sister to borrow Lingmi, and the Lingtian where they settled has also been squandered a lot."

The young man called Xiaozhuzi, in his thirties, has not visualized the totem for success, and has put out his mind to become a warrior.

Pillars, Dashan, such names are very common in the settlements. There are several partridges in Dashan alone.

"Brother Shan, I also heard from my brother-in-law, not to mention the other settlements near us, even many places around the city of Red Porcupine have been thrown away by Tusk Pigs. I don't know if the City Lord's Mansion is in charge."

As he said, Zhu Zi cursed: "I don't know what these pigs are going crazy. Even the excrement and urine they pull out is full of poisonous gas, making the seedlings grow."

"Well, I want to come to the Lord of the City to check things out. The adults of the Tuntian Mansion have also come to ask about the things about our settlement. I think there will be results soon.

Hearing this, Zhu Zi patted his head and said hurriedly: "Hey, I almost forgot about the business. The adult from Tuntian Mansion has been away for so long, and there is no news yet. Shall we go to the city and ask Tuntian? House."

Then, Yuanshan’s eyes lit up, then dimmed, and gently shook his head, and said, “Zhu Zi, we are all Daxia people. Daxia gave us the stability now, and Daxia arranged for the tusk pig to be domesticated. No one wants to go wrong.

We are all citizens of Daxia, and the spirit field is only one season. Let's pass by. Isn't the pig also our Daxia pig?"

"Yes."

Zhu Zi nodded, but shook his head again. He felt that what Shan Brother had said was right and wrong. He couldn't say anything to him, or he couldn't say anything.

Finally, the pillar cursed fiercely: "Damn pig!"

"Brother Shan, I'm going back first."

...

"Damn pig!"

In the past few days, many people have been swearing in the area of ​​Hongyang City, large and small settlements.

To say that the pigs arched the lingtian, each village has thousands of mu of lingtian, even if the pig’s head crosses the border, the pig doesn’t know what it ate, and the stinky fart was released. , The Lingmi Miao were all smoked and defeated.

...

The Red Owl City Lord's Mansion, beasts and fire jumping under the night.

The lord of the red phoenix city, Fox Lingmu, farms the fields to make the pine trees, the beasts make the sheep dry, and the Qianlong makes Xiansen all there. At the top are the two elders of Daxia, Feng Elder and Shao Elder.

The beast fire jumped, the burning beast oil crackled, and the hog beast made the sheep look sad. Who had caused him to provoke him, and such a catastrophe had fallen.

Thinking of this, he stared again and looked at Qianlong Envoy Xiansen.

There was a bitter smile at the corner of Xiansen's mouth. This is really bad luck everywhere. If people are bad luck, they will fart and smash their heels. This fangs pig is crazy, and there really is nothing wrong with the beast. I saw the feats of the hand fly like this. A little guy from his Qianlong Temple.

It was just such a little guy who caused the Red Owl City to be hung by the elders of the clan from top to bottom.

"The patriarch already knows about this matter."

After a long time, Elder Feng made a sound, and immediately caused the people below to tremble.

Several people couldn't help but feel bitter in their hearts. After all, they sat in the city and the pot came from the sky.

"Don't be afraid, I was the one who brought the matter to the patriarch."

Then, Elder Shao added a sentence.

Suddenly, the people below felt even more bitter.

It is the ancestor of Shao.

"The deer domain master of the metropolitan area will arrive tomorrow."

Suddenly, the aura in the palace became more silent, and the several warriors in the red city, one by one, felt that the sky was about to collapse.

"Why didn't you see the city lieutenant?"

Elder Feng turned his eyes and asked aloud.

City Lord Fox Lingmu said timidly: "Bring people out of the city to catch pigs."