Tang Xuanming skillfully opened the three hundred characters of Qin Zhuan and wrote them one by one on the open space with a wooden stick.
"This is the word Pi, the surname of everyone in our tribe..."
He painted one stroke at a time and taught very seriously.
A group of naughty children, each armed with a small wooden stick, studied very seriously.
A little further away from them, there were three naughty children with tears in their eyes. Their parents stood aside with a big stick and a sneer.
Everyone knew about the farce in the morning. The mothers of the three naughty children were standing aside holding a rolling pin with bleeding arms.
Their father, holding a nearly two-meter stick in his hand, and each with a warm smile, stood under the eaves of the village, chatting and laughing, looking around with his eyes from time to time.
The three naughty children had a premonition that the situation was not good, but they were unable to change everything.
A sudden idea successfully deceived their parents, but could not deceive the wily Tang Xuanming. Tang Xuanming in later generations had seen too many truants.
There are so many ways to deal with these naughty kids, and their plot can be seen through at a glance.
Now, not only did they not skip classes, but they also had to take extra classes. When they got home, a mixed doubles match was inevitable.
Tang Xuanming looked at the woman holding the rolling pin. The group of women looked delicate, but every one of them had eight-pack abs. They were well-proportioned and strong. Tang Xuanming had even seen these women chasing their men.
run.
In terms of strength alone, each of these women in the wilderness is a first-rate expert.
Each Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has been practiced to the thirteenth level, and it is guaranteed that you can beat someone for a day and a night without losing your breath.
The three monkeys looked at Tang Xuanming pitifully, hoping that this distinguished teacher could give them a pardon. In their impression, Uncle Tang had always been amiable and amiable.
After a hard time studying, dozens of naughty children disappeared and went to play everywhere.
Only three skin monkeys looked at Tang Xuanming with pitiful eyes. One of them couldn't help but started screaming. His mother was holding his thigh with one hand, like a pig waiting to die, and she couldn't help it.
struggle.
Just looking at Tang Xuanming with desperate eyes, he only received a light word: "Don't let me see it!"
His heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
On this day, the screams of the three naughty children resounded throughout the tribe, and all the naughty children clearly knew their experiences. They became other people's children in their parents' mouths, but they were just negative examples.
Tang Xuanming was not worried about all this.
After practicing the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, every naughty child in the tribe can be called an overlord, with a terrifyingly powerful physique.
Of course, their father is stronger and can still beat them to death.
It's just that although their screams are fierce, the hunters in the tribe are very measured and will make them extremely painful without actually damaging their bones and meridians. It can even be said that this is a special training method.
You can attack their weak points to make their muscles and bones stronger. Although this method is a bit cruel, it will allow them to survive in the wilderness in the future.
The tribe has taught its children this way from generation to generation, and Tang Xuanming doesn't want to change it for the time being.
After finishing the morning's teaching, Tang Xuanming habitually went outside the tribe to look at the wheat he planted.
After many attempts at planting, he finally accumulated some experience.
When Pilingbao saw Tang Xuanming coming, he said excitedly: "Brother Tang, you are really amazing. The seeds you found from nowhere are actually a kind of spiritual thing."
Tang Xuanming was very calm, but he felt a little sad.
Wheat survived, but not by relying on the agricultural cultivation books he brought back from the Song Dynasty.
After coming into this world and going through the baptism of corresponding laws, God knows what kind of wheat it has become.
The appearance is not much different from ordinary wheat, except that the whole body turns blood red.
And there is no need to water or fertilize it, but to water it with the blood of ferocious beasts, the bones and internal organs of powerful ferocious beasts and other inedibles, and bury them in the soil to allow them to thrive.
It had only been more than ten days since Tang Xuanming returned from the Song Dynasty, and the wheat that was watered with the blood of ferocious beasts every day had grown to more than a foot tall. It must have grown abnormally like this, and it would take more than a month to mature.
"Pay more attention! When spiritual creatures mature, they can easily attract powerful ferocious beasts, which can destroy the seedlings we have managed to grow."
"Well, don't worry, there will be a hunter in the tribe watching here every day. This is our treasure. Even if they don't come, I will be here watching every day."
The old-looking witch doctor was carrying a thick stick, or pillar, standing there with a strong sense of presence.
"You must have chosen the wrong profession! I think it is more suitable for you to become a tauren warrior."
Tang Xuanming was complaining in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface. He just showed an awkward but polite smile.JPG.
The witch doctor with an old face and tangled muscles had no sense of self-consciousness. He beat his chest proudly and made a dull response: "You kid, leave this place to me. There is absolutely no problem. In order to become a witch doctor, I gave up all the members of the tribe.
All the strong young men were beaten to the ground. Except for the old man with a full beard, I couldn't beat him. No one of my generation in the tribe could beat me."
"Um?"
Tang Xuanming looked at Pi Lingbao with doubtful eyes. Pi Lingbao, who was always good at speaking out, showed an extremely embarrassed smile, and then was kicked in the butt by the witch doctor.
The old witch doctor yelled: "Is there anything bad to say? Back then, I wanted to study herbal medicine in the tribe and didn't want to go hunting. For such a beautiful job, of course, only the best hunter can stay. Your kid's father was beaten by me."
Got through."
"Let's talk about blood oats! How are they growing? What impact does watering with the blood of different ferocious beasts have on their growth? Have you recorded it?"
Looking at the extremely embarrassed Pi Lingbao, Tang Xuanming took the initiative to change the topic.
As soon as he mentioned the magic medicine, the old witch doctor got excited and decisively followed Tang Xuanming's words.
"Of course we have tested it, just according to the comparative experiment you mentioned."
The witch doctor knelt down and pointed at a blood oat plant that had the lightest color and was obviously a little shorter than other wheat seedlings and said: "This is watered purely with the blood of the first-level ferocious beast. Its growth rate is the slowest.
The spiritual energy fluctuations are also minimal."
"And this one..."
The old witch doctor pointed to the tallest and strongest blood oat plant, which was nearly fifty centimeters long, and said: "This is after Duolun's comparison. The visceral bones of the ferocious beast were buried at its roots, and then the second-level ferocious beast was used.
It grew by being watered with his blood."
"Its growth rate is undoubtedly the best, and its aura concentration is also the highest."