Reborn Primitive Age

Chapter 48 Inscription Pattern

After a while, the aroma of the three-color rice became more and more intense.

The beasts and birds in the valley outside Yanbu became more irritable and restless, roaring, roaring, and chirping non-stop, but because they were afraid of the existence of Yanhuo, the ancestor god of Yanbu, they did not dare to approach the crater of the extinct volcano where Yanbu was located.

It's just that there are not only ferocious birds and beasts in the jungle, but also some insects.

Enticed by the fragrance of rice, these things kept flying from all directions. Some clever ones knew that the Yanhuo was powerful, so they stopped outside the crater of the Yanbu extinct volcano, and some ignorant ones flew in.Just when he flew into the tribe, he was shot down by Yanhuo.That Yanhuo didn't know what kind of supernatural power it was, but a ball of flame flew away, causing insects to fall one after another, but there was no trace of burns on the outside, which looked very strange.

Most of the insects that flew in were shot down by Yanhuo, but there were always some caught fish that flew in and gradually approached the three-color rice field.

At this time, the tribal warriors guarding the rice fields came in handy and began to take up weapons to kill the insects who came to die.

Most of the insect gnats in the Great Wilderness are very large, including those with the size of a washbasin, those with thick legs, and those with thin fists. There are all kinds of insects, but flying insects undoubtedly account for the majority.

After a while, a pile of insect corpses accumulated on the edge of the rice field.

After a while, the aroma of the three-color rice gradually changed from strong to light, exuding the original natural fragrance.As the scent faded, the birds, beasts, and insects outside Yanbu began to disperse, and the world returned to calm, leaving only the insects and a dead bird on the ground.

The three-color rice is already ripe here, just in case, Gongliang quickly put away the ears of rice.

There is a crop of three-color rice in the paddy field, which is the secondary rice grown from the head of the rice after harvesting the three-color rice last time. He looked at it and found that the rice on the ears of the three-color rice grown from the head of the rice was obviously much less. The particles are also smaller than the new species.

In view of this, he does not plan to keep any more rice heads.

In addition to some insects attacking the tribe beside the rice fields, some near the tribe's mountain wall were killed by Yanhuo.These gnats are huge.Thinking that the bugs in his previous life could be eaten, Gong Liang picked a few particularly fat ones, cut open the shells and checked to see if there was any meat inside, and he could eat if there was any meat.

Some of them actually had meat, so he took some, steamed them, fried them, or stir-fried them in various ways, and finally tasted them, and they all tasted good.

How can something so delicious not be shared with others.

It's a pity that when the people in the tribe knew that he was frying insect meat, their faces showed fear.Even the little friends who used to eat and drink at his house didn't dare to come to his house for dinner after hearing this.

Gongliang was surprised. Isn’t insect meat, beast meat, fish and shrimp meat all meat?As for being so scared!

Not every household in the tribe can eat animal meat every day, and some have to rely on wild vegetables and wild fruits to make ends meet.Because there were a lot of insects killed this time, in order to avoid waste and enrich everyone's rations, Gong Liang recommended insect meat to the poorer families in the tribe.It's a pity that even if these people are hungry, no one wants to eat bugs.

Helpless, Gongliang had no choice but to kill the plan to promote bug delicacies.

The meat of the flying insects in the jungle is of ordinary animal meat level, and it is of no use at all except for filling the stomach.Seeing that no one was willing to eat it, Gongliang couldn't eat that much, so he only left a few larger worms, and threw all the rest into the big stream ahead to feed the giant turtle.

Gongliang harvested more than 1000 grains of millet when he planted three-color rice this time.

He gave Wu half of it, and wrote down all the planting methods and points that need attention, and asked Wu to find someone to plant.Because it is too troublesome to plant by yourself.

He took out half of the remaining three-color rice, added the husks of the remaining three-color rice, and cooked a bowl of sticky rice porridge.

After coming here for so long, he can finally have a mouthful of delicious rice porridge.Smelling the faint aroma of porridge, Gongliang was a little intoxicated.After taking a sip, it has a faint sweetness and a faint fragrance. Once it enters the stomach, it turns into a stream of essence and is absorbed by the body.And this essence has no consequences, unlike beast meat, which can make people feel irritable and vain if eaten too much.

Gongliang savored slowly, eating the porridge bit by bit.But a bowl of porridge was not much, and it didn't take long to finish it.

Putting down the stone bowl, Gong Liang sighed, "It's a pity there's only one bowl."

He had the urge to cook all the three-color rice in his hand into porridge, but in the end he endured it, and those would be kept as seeds, so he couldn't move them easily.

After finishing the porridge, he sat with his legs crossed, deep in thought.When he entered meditation, the rice essence that he just drank was slowly transformed and absorbed by the true energy.When he woke up the next day, he found that his true energy had increased again.Although it wasn't much, but if you do the math, the rice porridge you drank last night was almost equal to the energy you would get from eating ten catties of animal meat.

It's just that the three-color rice is too difficult to grow, otherwise it can be eaten every day.

For a while, besides growing three-color rice, practicing kung fu and hunting, he also worked hard to learn what was on the roll of animal skin given by the witch.

After researching and asking the witch, he found out that what was recorded on the animal skin was a way to communicate with beasts, which the witch called Tongling Yanwen.If this kind of pattern can be engraved on the beast, the owner of the beast can communicate with the beast he raised, know what it is thinking, and know where it is at all times.

However, it is not a simple matter to engrave this kind of flame pattern.

First, the beasts to be inscribed must not have any resistance to the inscribed person.

Second, the person with the inscription pattern must master the psychic flame pattern proficiently, and there must be no mistakes.

If one of the above two goes wrong, the inscribed beast will die on the spot, or seriously injured, otherwise it will become an idiot, and it will do no harm to the owner or the inscription.It's just wasting the material of the inscription pattern.

Gong Liang picked up Yuan Gun Gun from the jungle for a while, and during this time, Yuan Gun Gun already regarded him as a relative.

And he has also proficiently mastered the inscription technique of Tongling Yanwen, so he wanted to try to inscribe Yuan Gungun.

Although errors in the inscription patterns are dangerous, there are also many benefits.At least you can communicate with each other after the inscription, you don't have to be like a duck listening to thunder now, you say it doesn't understand, it tells you that you don't know.And after the inscription pattern is of great benefit to the beasts, it not only increases the intelligence, but also increases the combat effectiveness of the beasts.

Take a look at Yuhan's little Yuyu. It used to be a small one, but after the inscription pattern, it has grown to half the size. The benefits are obvious.

Generally, the smaller the beast to be inscribed, the better. Young beasts have not yet formed their own character and thoughts in their brains, so they will not have a heart of resistance when inscribed, so the inscription is half successful.

So, after feeding Yuan Gun Gun a few days, Gong Liang brought him to Wu's house.

I don't know the truth, every time I see Wu, Yuan Gungun feels a little scared.As soon as it entered the stone house, it quickly hid in Gongliang's arms.Not only it, Yuhan's Xiao Yuyu seems to have this virtue too.

Wu glanced at Yuan Gungun in his arms, and said, "Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes." Gong Liang nodded heavily.

Wu looked at him, didn't say anything, stood up and took out a crystal bottle from the shelf next to it. There was blood red liquid in it, and a faint grass fragrance wafted out.Then he picked up a brush made of animal hair from the side.

Gong Liang took the crystal bottle and a thick brush from Wu, soaked the brush in the crystal bottle to absorb the blood-red liquid, and put Yuan Gun Gun in front of him.Yuan Gungun looked at him stupidly, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Don't move, don't resist, you know?" Gong Liang said seriously.

Yuan Gungun didn't know if he understood, so he called out coquettishly at him.

After calming down, and going through the psychic flame patterns that he had learned so well in his mind, Gong Liang picked up the crystal bottle on the table, raised the brush, and began to draw on Yuan Gungun's forehead.

(End of this chapter)