Reflect the world

Chapter 123 Look, the Seeds Are Soaring
Tang Xuanming scratched his head in confusion, a little annoyed.

According to the descriptions of the people in the tribe, those big tribes, even the aristocratic and royal families of the human race must not live in the frontier.

There were no endless ferocious beasts in the wilderness around them, and it was impossible for them to wear animal skins and go hunting every day.

They must have other ways to obtain food. According to Tang Xuanming's guess, it is very likely that they have grown a crop with a very 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 question.

Under normal circumstances, he should quickly increase the level of the Ant Emperor's Law, after all, this is the foundation of his life.

But when the dragon pattern condensed in his body and stood on the wild land.

There is a vague realization in his heart that he doesn't need to practice assiduously now, it is not the most suitable for him.

He who swallowed the dragon's energy during the peak period of the first emperor of the ages, it was as if he was a descendant of the ant emperor who swallowed the essence of a dragon's nest.

What is needed is no longer frantic eating, but slow digestion.

What the normal ant queen generation needs at this time is self-sealing and slowly digesting.

However, the ancestral dragon energy that Tang Xuanming engulfed did not have enough energy to integrate into his body. The dragon pattern integrated into his body was more like a seed, and he needed a little accumulation of energy to slowly reach the peak.

If the descendants of the Ant Emperor devour the energy of the dragon's lair, they will directly swallow a surging and immortal river, and they only need to slowly turn it into their own use.

When Tang Xuanming got the ancestral dragon's energy, it was more like digging out a sea in his body, but the sea was empty, and it wanted to continuously swallow the surrounding essence, and the rivers flowed into the sea, filling his empty sea.

By that time, he will naturally reach his peak.

Tang Xuanming scratched his head in distress, his physique was strengthening anytime and anywhere, and the dragon pattern was always able to gather the energy around him and sink into his body.

Just three days after returning to the Great Wilderness, his strength has already exceeded [-] jin, and the growth rate has not slowed down, which makes him a little worried.

Therefore, he didn't worry much about improving his strength, but instead had the time to think about the future of the tribe.

For example, how to open up a piece of land around, how to plant some wheat and rice?

Now his strength has improved so fast, beyond expectation, that he needs to practice hard every day to master Cyclonus's power.

If he hadn't had the experience of practicing swords with Gai Nie, he would crush anything by now, walk wobbly, and step on a hole.

The size doesn't seem to have changed much, but the strength is getting stronger and stronger.

Accidentally, he touched the imprint on his hand, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he was overjoyed.

Being able to bring the tribe's barbecue and animal belts into Qin Shimingyue's world, the reverse is also possible.

Qin Shimingyue's things should also be able to enter this world.

When this idea appeared in his mind, he couldn't restrain his excitement.

Compared with Tang Xuanming's hometown, Qin Shimingyue's world was inferior in many technologies.

But compared to the tribe that has nothing now, Qin Shimingyue really has too many advantages.

Although Qin Shimingyue's force was not an advantage for the tribe, the Six Souls Curse, which made countless warriors feel ashamed, might not be able to kill the grown-up hunters of the tribe.

The strength of any hunter who can go out hunting with Tang Xuanming is no less than ten thousand catties, which is unbelievable in Qin Shimingyue's world.

That world cannot reach this level based on physical fitness alone.

But many of Qin Shimingyue's techniques have already reached the peak, not to mention the mechanism technique and yin and yang technique like opening and closing.

Just the words they wrote from the barbaric era to the civilized era can beat a large group of people.

Not to mention agricultural technology, poetry and songs, detailed and delicate laws, weapon casting...

In terms of the level of civilization alone, the Qin Dynasty was a few blocks away from the Great Wilderness.

But Tang Xuanming's time in Qin Shimingyue was too short, and he had reached the limit of what he could do.

In just a few months, one of the five slags of war has reached the first-class level in the world. At the same time, he has learned not only superficial medical skills, entry-level Mohist mechanism skills, ancient music appreciation and playing...

That is already his limit, even the hundreds of schools of thought she has come into contact with Yin-Yang School, Mohist School, Confucianism, Military School, that magnificent world he just opened the tip of the iceberg, there are more things hidden behind the scenes that have not been touched by him Dig, discover.

"The only thing that needs to be done now is to determine whether my idea can be realized."

Tang Xuanming turned over and jumped off the roof, entered the house that belonged to him, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, all his energy got into the pattern in his hand.

He only felt in a trance for a while, and then came to the huge altar. The throne above 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 on the altar and the nothingness in the center of the altar from above.

There is only one lone star floating above the altar, which belongs to Qin Shimingyue's world.

Tang Xuanming let go of his mind and let his mind touch the star in the void, but it was all in vain.

Qin Shi Mingyue World seemed to be really a star, and there was an infinite distance between him and him.

After many attempts to no avail, Tang Xuanming's expression changed, and a little thought sank into the altar, and he could faintly hear the murmur like bee flapping wings coming from the void in the center of the altar, but Tang Xuanming ignored them all.

According to the method he used to connect to Qin Shimingyue for the first time, a little thought kept changing, and finally came to the world where mechanism art and yin and yang art coexist.

Master Ban, with a huge rosacea, immersed himself in the study of his mechanics, 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 all white, but I am alone in the dark. I love my whole life, and I am not attacking Momen. The old man of the Mohist class welcomes the gods."

Tang Xuanming, who was sitting on the throne, was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that he is no longer an envoy, not a giant of the Mohist school, but that illusory god, the Empress Dowager whom Master Ban first prayed for.

The originally prepared words suddenly changed, and his words became inscrutable and immeasurable, as if one voice after another was superimposed, and the special effects were fully activated. He was either a villainous boss or a very decent person.

The unfathomable and majestic voice said: "I need the seeds of the farm."

"Your will is my direction."

During Tang Xuanming's observation, old man Ban quickly went out and ordered the disciples of the Mo family to take out the best seeds of the Mo family, including wheat and corn, and took a big bag full.

Then he returned to the room, put the seeds on the table, kneeled respectfully on the ground, and prayed to Tang Xuanming.

"very good!"

Tang Xuanming responded indifferently, and the seeds on the table disappeared instantly, and they flew up.

boom!
The master class heard a dull sound and couldn't help but look up.

The seeds on the table had disappeared without a trace, replaced by the Momei sword that disappeared with Tang Xuanming.

The Momei sword, which represented the power of the Mohist giant, this old man who had been dealing with mechanics all his life suddenly burst into tears, and fell to his knees, choked up and speechless.

(End of this chapter)