My magic weapons are all rule-based

Although Xu Shan lives in the Internet age where wisdom is everywhere and information is updated day by day, he doesn't care about the old coffin stuff who likes to point fingers.

And no one can make him bow his head except the leader, and he doesn't even listen to his mother!

But history has given the answer, and reality has also provided evidence.

He made some observations when he visited the monkey wine brewing process.

Those who gnaw on spiritual fruits to make wine are all old monkeys. These old drunk monkeys contribute almost nothing to the tribe and will never be able to turn over in the future.

And spiritual fruits are more or less helpful for cultivation. Giving such a job with no technical content as gnaw on spiritual fruits to young monkeys and strong monkeys is undoubtedly a more cost-effective choice.

But for this job, the tribe chose a group of old monkeys with no future... This is a kind of care.

When monsters have wisdom, they will have a complex social structure.

And the development of this road is so similar to the development of human roads.

They learn human language and create their own culture at the same time.

Even the elders who have lost their skills can still have a huge impact on the tribe.

If you want to expand the tribe, you must respect the old and love the young. Only by constantly absorbing the wisdom of the predecessors can you better cultivate the descendants.

This is the only way to seek collective evolution and leap of the race.

The wisdom of survival has never been only about violence.

On the first day, Qin Kong still had doubts. Seeing Yuanyi's reaction today, he is sure of it!

Grasping the core of the problem is half the success.

It won't be long before this lonely old raccoon will become his loyal customer!

As long as the old man is taken down, the task of the Ironback Raccoon Clan can be said to be completed by 80%.

Qin Kong took a confident step and pushed the door open again.

.....

Qin Kong came to apply medicine for several days in a row.

Every time he came, the little fat raccoon lined up to welcome him.

After a simple play, giving some benefits, and ruaing it habitually, Qin Kong walked into the wooden house.

That day.

Qin Kong entered the house, but he hadn't gone deep yet.

The chair creaked, and Lao Li said in a deep voice: "Qin Kong, I told you not to come, the elixir is useless. I don't care what you want to do, don't come again, and don't bring me those fruits anymore."

"Please go back and tell Chief Lian that I appreciate his kindness, but my injury can't be cured, and there is no need to cure it! Even if it is cured, I won't live long."

Qin Kong stood quietly in the room.

The room was quiet, and no one spoke.

After a while of silence, Qin Kong stepped forward and took out a chair from the storage bag.

A large rocking chair with a soft thick cushion.

The backrest was specially dug for Lao Li's wound.

Qin Kong stepped forward and carried Lao Li to the rocking chair without saying anything.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?!" Lao Li panicked and kept shaking in the rocking chair.

Qin Kong said, "Your chair is almost broken, I made a new one for you."

"Thank you, I don't need it, you don't have to do this, just say it directly." Lao Li held the armrest tightly and stared at Qin Kong.

Qin Kong walked around behind him, stabilized the rocking chair, looked at the terrible wound and sighed habitually

Then he chewed the pill and applied it on Lao Li's back, and said softly: "It's not the clan leader who asked me to come... I want to come on my own. I took a new pill this time, I don't know if it will work."

Lao Li was silent for a long time and said, "Why do you keep applying medicine to me in private? If you have something to ask me, just say it."

Qin Kong said nothing.

The old and the young spent it in silence.

Until finally Qin Kong asked about the efficacy of the medicine, got a useless result, turned around and left.

....

The next day

Qin Kong still came to apply medicine regularly as usual.

But this time he brought something new

There was an extra cabinet in the room full of stale and smelly smells.

A bunch of flowers were placed on the cabinet, adding a touch of freshness to the room.

The old and the young had no words, only some simple conversations during the final inquiry about the efficacy of the medicine.

Then Qin Kong left.

On the second day, Qin Kong cleaned the floor and changed another bunch of flowers.

On the third day, the fourth day... until the thirteenth day.

Watching Qin Kong scrubbing the floor and opening the window to control the wind and replace the air, Lao Li's eyes were soft.

He has adapted to this kind of life.

The younger generation rarely wants to come to him.

It's rare to be angry, although I don't know why Qin Kong did everything.

After the sanitation work was done, Qin Kong walked behind Lao Li.

He squatted down, looked at the wound and sighed slightly, hesitated for a while and began to apply medicine.

"Why sigh..." Lao Li spoke slowly.

This was the first time he took the initiative to speak in the past ten days except for the final inquiry link of applying medicine.

Qin Kong's heart moved, suppressed his emotions, and said in a tight voice.

"No... nothing..."

"There must be something, something that can't be said?" Lao Li asked again.

Qin Kong's lips moved, and his hand trembled faintly as he applied the medicine.

"By the way, I haven't seen your son in such a long time. Where is your son? Where does he live?" Qin Kong stumbled and clumsily changed the subject.

The blood on Lao Li's face gradually faded, and he sighed dejectedly...

"Oh, now that you mention it, I think of my son."

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