Tang Xuanming scratched his head in confusion, a little troubled.
According to the descriptions of the people in the tribe, those large tribes, or even the royal families of the human race, definitely do not live in the wilderness.
There are no endless wild beasts in the wilderness around them, so they cannot wear animal skins and go out hunting every day.
They must have other ways to obtain food. According to Tang Xuanming's guess, it is very likely that they planted a crop with extremely high yield.
But the problem now is that it is difficult for him to obtain those seeds.
"what else can we do?"
Sitting cross-legged on the roof of the stone house, Tang Xuanming was always thinking about this issue.
Under normal circumstances, he should quickly improve the level of the Ant King Technique, after all, this is the foundation for a stable life.
But when the dragon pattern condensed in his body and he stood on the land of the wilderness.
There is a vague understanding in his heart that he does not need to practice hard now. It is not the most suitable for him.
He who swallowed the dragon energy of the Eternal Emperor Yingzheng at his peak is like a descendant of the ant emperor who swallowed the essence of a dragon's nest.
What is needed is no longer crazy eating, but slow digestion.
What normal ant queen generations need at this time is to seal themselves and digest them slowly.
However, the Ancestral Dragon Dragon Qi that Tang Xuanming swallowed did not have enough energy to be integrated into his body. The dragon pattern integrated into his body was more like a seed, and it still needed a little bit of energy accumulation for him to slowly reach its peak.
If the descendants of the ant emperor swallowing the essence of the dragon's lair directly swallowed a rushing immortal river, they only need to slowly turn it into their own use.
Tang Xuanming obtained the Ancestral Dragon Qi, which was more like digging a sea out of his body. However, the sea was empty and had to constantly swallow up the surrounding essence. Rivers flowed into the sea and filled his empty sea.
By that time, he will naturally reach his peak.
Tang Xuanming scratched his head in distress. His body was getting stronger anytime and anywhere, and the dragon pattern was always able to gather the surrounding essence and sink it into his body.
Just three days after returning to the wilderness, his strength has exceeded 30,000 kilograms, and the growth rate has not slowed down, which makes him a little worried.
Therefore, he did not worry much about improving his strength, but had time to think about the future of the tribe.
For example, how to open up a piece of land around it, how to plant some wheat, rice, etc.?
Now his strength has improved so fast that it was unexpected, and he already needs to practice hard every day to master the power of Kuangbiao.
If he hadn't had the experience of practicing swordsmanship with Gai Nie, he would be able to crush anything he wanted now, and he would stagger when he walked, and every time he stepped on a hole, he would be able to crush it.
His body shape doesn't seem to have changed much, but his strength is getting stronger and stronger.
He accidentally touched the mark on his hand. He was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.
Being able to bring the tribal barbecue and animal skins into the world of Mingyue in the Qin Dynasty, I think the reverse can also be done.
Things from Mingyue in Qin Dynasty should also be able to enter this world.
When this idea appeared in his mind, he couldn't restrain his excitement.
Compared with the hometown of Tang Xuanming, the world of Mingyue in the Qin Dynasty was naturally inferior to many technologies.
But compared to the tribes who now have nothing, Qin Shi Mingyue really has too many advantages.
Although Mingyue's military power during the Qin Dynasty was not much of an advantage to the tribe, the Six Souls Fear Curse, which made countless warriors change their expressions upon hearing it, might not be able to kill the tribe's adult hunters.
There was no hunter who could hunt with Tang Xuanming whose strength was less than 10,000 kilograms. This was unbelievable in the world of Mingyue during the Qin Dynasty.
In terms of physical strength alone, that world cannot reach this level.
However, during the Qin Dynasty, many of Mingyue's techniques had reached their peak, not to mention the tricks like cheating and onmyoji.
Just the words about their journey from the barbaric era to the civilized era can scorn a large group of people.
Not to mention agricultural technology, poetry and poetry, detailed and delicate laws, weapon casting...
In terms of the level of civilization alone, the Qin Dynasty surpassed the Great Wasteland by a few streets.
However, Tang Xuanming's time in the Qin Dynasty was too short, and what he could do had already reached the limit.
In just a few months, he reached the first-class level in the world. At the same time, he learned not only superficial medical skills, entry-level Mohist organ skills, ancient music appreciation and playing...
That was already his limit. She had been exposed to hundreds of schools of thought including Yin Yang, Mohism, Confucianism, and military strategists. He had only uncovered the tip of the iceberg of that magnificent world, and there were many more things hidden behind the scenes that he had not uncovered.
Dig, discover.
"The only thing left to do now is to determine whether my idea can be realized."
Tang Xuanming jumped off the roof, entered his house, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, and concentrated all his energy on the pattern in his hand.
He just felt like he was in a trance for a while, and then he came to the huge altar. The throne on the nine steps was still there, giving people a huge impact.
He walked up the stairs step by step and sat on the throne.
Looking down at the altar and the void in the center of the altar from above.
There is only one solitary star suspended above the altar, which belongs to the world of the bright moon of Qin Dynasty.
Tang Xuanming let go of his energy and let his mind contact the star in the void, but it was all in vain.
The bright moon world in Qin Dynasty seemed to be really a star, with an endless distance between it and him.
After many attempts to no avail, Tang Xuanming's expression changed, and a little thought sank into the altar. He could vaguely hear the whispers coming from nowhere in the center of the altar, like the flapping of bees' wings, but Tang Xuanming ignored them all.
According to the method he used to connect to Qin Shi Mingyue for the first time, his thoughts kept changing, and finally he came to the world where mechanism and yin and yang coexisted.
Master Ben, who has a huge nose and nose, is immersed in studying his mechanism technique, with a pile of scattered parts in front of him.
Suddenly, he raised his head, as if he felt Tang Xuanming's gaze, and said loudly: "The world is white, but I am the only black. I love my whole life, and I don't have to attack Momen. The old man of the Mohist family respectfully welcomes the gods."
Tang Xuanming, who was sitting on the throne, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was no longer a divine envoy, not a Mohist giant, but the ethereal god, the Emperor and Empress Tu whom Master Ban first prayed to.
The words he originally prepared suddenly changed, and his words became enigmatic and powerful, like one voice after another superimposed on top of each other, and the special effects were fully turned on. He was either a villain, a big boss, or a very upright person.
The enigmatic and majestic voice said: "I need seeds from farmers."
"Your will is my direction."
During Tang Xuanming's observation, Mr. Ban quickly went out and ordered the Mohist disciples to take out the best seeds from the Mohist family, including wheat and corn, and took a large bag.
Then he returned to the room, put the seeds on the table, knelt on the ground respectfully, and prayed to Tang Xuanming.
"very good!"
Tang Xuanming responded indifferently, and the seeds on the table disappeared instantly, and they soared.
boom!
Master Ben heard a dull sound and couldn't help but look up.
The seeds on the table had disappeared without a trace, replaced by the Black Eyebrow Sword that disappeared along with Tang Xuanming.
The Black Eyebrow Sword, which represented the power of the Mohist tycoon, made this old man who had been dealing with machine arts all his life burst into tears. He fell to his knees and was choked with sobs that he could not speak.