The Great Talisman

　　 It's a pity, there is no demon pill in this octopus, but think about it, what is the existence of the demon pill?

　　 is at least one release of the Demon King, is it so easy to capture?

Everyone ate happily, Yang Sanyang picked up the iron plate squid, and ate it for a while, as if remembering something, and took out a length of rope: "In this great wilderness, the long time does not count years. It’s easy to make people forget the date. It’s good to remember that there were ancient people who used knots to count the days in the past."

　　 In ancient times, there were ways to calculate the date. One was to make scratches on the wall, and the other was to tie knots.

　　 Both have their own advantages and disadvantages. Needless to say, the disadvantages of marking the marks on the walls, the walls will eventually have a full day. Even if he has a shovel to shovel away the nicks on the wall, what if he goes out in the future? Once you go out for a long journey, it is easy to make people forget the time.

　　Rope knots have many advantages. The first type is that the rope can be reused. After three hundred and sixty-five days, the rope can be untied and reused. The second is to travel far away, so that you don't have to forget the time and can be tied to the rope around you anytime, anywhere.

　　 Yang Sanyang felt that it was necessary for him to tie a knot. He had a life span of two thousand years. If he did not remember the sun and the moon, he would eventually have a confused day.

　　 Just do what you want, Yang Sanyang chooses a hemp rope that is one-tenth the thickness of his little finger, about one meter long, and tied a knot at the front end of the rope.

　　 "What are you doing?" Bai Ze looked at Yang Sanyang curiously.

　　 "Take a knot to count the day, I'm just a mortal, I'm afraid I will forget the time in the future, and every day after that, I will tie a knot on the rope to count the day!" Yang Sanyang said to Bai Ze.

　　 Bai Ze heard the words suddenly, and then sneered: "Sure enough, he is a stupid barbarian. He doesn't even remember the time. I'm really stupid."

"Bah, you dare to laugh at me again, believe it or not, let you **** fist the size of a sand bowl!" When Bai Ze started to say the words'Little Manzi' again, Yang Sanyang suddenly became unhappy, and suddenly stepped forward. When Bai Ze held it down, there was a fierce thump.

　　 "Let go of me! You **** little barbarian, dare to be rude to my ancestors!" Bai Ze struggled hard, but it was a pity that God's channel method was tied up.

　　 Physical strength alone is definitely not Yang Sanyang's opponent.

　　 "Huh, let you know how good I am!" Yang Sanyang let go of Bai Ze and looked at the handful of hair in his hand. There was a strange look in his eyes, and he threw the handful of hair into the bonfire without a trace. If Bai Ze knew that he had shaved off his hair, it would be strange if he didn't feel impatient.

　　 "Little barbarian, when I recover my supernatural powers from my ancestors, I have to tell you to look good!" Bai Ze trembled with dust on his body and his eyes were full of anger. He squatted in the corner and kept grinding his teeth like an injured little beast.

　　 Yang Sanyang smiled and did not speak. He just looked into the distance with a pair of eyes. After a long time, he suddenly said: "If I use this hook, can I catch the Mifeng Demon King and give you a sigh of foul for the ancestor?"

"Fishing for the Demon King Mifeng?" Baize frowned upon hearing the words: "Mifeng is the demon king with wisdom. Is it so easy to fish? Your fishing rod is mysterious and unpredictable. If you can catch the Demon King Mifeng, this Sis are naturally dead. But whether you can trick Mifeng Demon King into the bait is the biggest problem."

Bai Ze suddenly became energetic when he heard the words, and no longer angered, but with a serious look in his eyes: "If your grass for pill is not swallowed, you may be able to seduce the Demon King Mifeng to take the bait. But the grass for pill is swallowed by you. Now, you can’t find anything in your boy that makes Demon King Mifeng’s heart move!"

　　 "Let me think about it again, there is always a way, if otherwise, how about we forge a grass-returning pill?" Yang Sanyang said with blazing eyes.

"Forged grass to return a pill?" Bai Ze frowned when he heard the words: "Old ancestors, if I have the Dao, this matter is naturally not difficult, but now I have lost all my magical powers... If I have magical powers, why do I need to forge the grass to return a pill? The Mifeng Demon King is just the kind of ancestor I pointed to death."

Yang Sanyang walked back and forth in the cave with his hands on his back. Bai Ze was slightly moved and said: "You kid don't have to worry about me. As long as the time is up, I will naturally restore my cultivation level. I will kill the ants without just a few fingers. Wang is not worthy to me, but to you it is an unattainable mountain. If you are not careful, you will be beaten back, and there will be no place to bury him."

　　 Yang Sanyang shook his head: "The old ancestor's words are wrong, the Mifeng Demon King and our tribe have got on the bar. The beast tide keeps on all day, which is also a hazard to the tribe."

　　 "You don't want to comfort me, with bows and arrows in hand, the mere beasts are no longer in your eyes" Bai Ze shook his head.

　　 Yang Sanyang is silent, he must solve the problem of the beast tide early, and if he has a problem in the future, even with the support of this group of stupid primitives, it will be difficult to fight the endless beast tide.

"Does the ancestor know that there is something similar to the Qi Huan Dan?" Yang Sanyang said: "The three plagues of the Wind Mifeng Demon King are imminent. If we don't do it soon, I'm afraid this soldier will die under the three plagues. Qu Bai suffers."

　　 "You really want to catch Mifeng Demon King?" Bai Ze flickered when he heard the words.

　　 "Of course!" Yang Sanyang said.

　　 Bai Ze raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a sneer: "Well, you will give me one year, when the time comes, the ancestor will give you a satisfactory explanation."

　　 "Good!" Yang Sanyang nodded.

　　 "You said that you can really help the master and I will kill the thief, master, I will certainly be grateful to you, when there is a master, I will eat meat, and you will drink soup..." Bai Ze said, patting his chest.

　　 "Why didn't I also eat meat?" Yang Sanyang's eyes were a little bit resentful.

　　 "You little barbarian, you also want to eat meat, it's just..." Bai Ze Yangtian laughed.

　　 "Slap~"

　　 A slap was slapped down, and Bai Ze soon recognized the reality, and quickly exclaimed: "Eat meat! Eat meat! You eat meat, I drink soup! You eat meat, I can't drink soup?"

　　 Bai Ze's voice was full of humiliation: "If it weren't for inheriting your treasures, how can I be so sullen by you, sir?"

　　 "What did you say? What do you inherit?" Yang Sanyang looked surprised.

　　 "Nothing! Nothing!" Bai Ze chuckled.

　　 "Hey, I told you to be dishonest..."

　　 "Little barbarian, my lord, I'm never finished with you!" Bai Ze yelled angrily.

　　 In fact, Yang Sanyang was thinking of killing Mifeng Demon King, of course not only for Bai Ze, but also for his own tribe.

　　The animal tide has hindered the development of the tribe. Yang Sanyang wants to transform the hunting civilization into the farming civilization. Without a stable environment, it will not work.

　　If you want to transform into a farming civilization, you must first go to the threat of wild animals, so that primitive people can settle down and concentrate on studying farming.

　　 Yang Sanyang fell into deep thought, and the outside herd restricted the development of the tribe. He could do nothing this year!

　　 "Hey, a lot of fry~" Yang Sanyang stood on the wooden raft and looked at the small fish chasing in the pond, with a smile in his eyes.

　　 Feed the fish and shrimp in the pond every day. There is no shortage in the tribe. After hunting the prey, all kinds of intestines and other intestines are the best food for fish and shrimp.

　　 There are more and more people in the tribe, and more and more beasts are being hunted. It is more than enough to feed a fish pond.

　　In fact, the increasing number of people in the tribe is also the biggest factor in Yang Sanyang's determination to remove Mifeng. The place of refuge provided by the Vulcan tribe is so large, and the materials are limited, and can only support about 10,000 people. In the future, the population of the tribe will exceed 10,000, and it will inevitably be an attempt to get out of the wilderness. Now there is a Mifeng Demon King who is eyeing the outside world. What do you call him?

　　 It is totally unrealistic to feed the tribe by hunting alone. The speed of hunting is far below the rate of population growth. Sooner or later, the balance of supply and demand will be broken, and then some people will be starving.

Yang Sanyang's face was solemn, with thoughts in his eyes. He stood on the bamboo raft and slid gently, sweeping the fish and shrimps in the river: "If you dig a few more fish ponds, you can also temporarily alleviate the predicament of population growth, but... it's just a relief. Sooner or later we have to face it."

　　 Bai Ze said that the three plagues of the Wind-Demon King are about to come, but note that this ‘upcoming’ refers to the long life of the congenital gods. For humans, that’s tens or hundreds of years.

"No way~www.readwn.com~ How to leave the tribe in the future, I still need to plan a good living..." Yang Sanyang simply sat down and thought quickly in his heart: "First, we must find something that can be used by humans, and A large-yield grain. The second is to tame wild beasts and raise domesticated beasts in captivity. It would be too wasteful to kill all the captured beasts. It is better to domesticate some and it will be convenient to slaughter."

"The third is going out of the cave. The population in this cave is limited, so move out and settle outside. The tribe will continue to be split up, completely occupying the land of Vulcan, and then gradually moving the population to the wilderness. !" Yang Sanyang kept thinking, moving to the Great Wilderness will inevitably cause deaths and injuries, but there is no way.

　　 Vulcan territory is so large that it can accommodate 20,000 to 30,000 people. If it exceeds this number, the balance will be broken, and supply and demand will be lacking.

"With flames, set fire to the mountains, what can't be solved? No matter what poisonous miasma, poison, facing the raging fire, you still have to be burnt to death!" Yang Sanyang looked fierce, and setting fire to the mountains is fine. Driving away most of the enemies is enough to greatly reduce the crisis.

　　 The growth of plants is the key to the retention of the miasma. As long as you burn all those plants out, the miasma will become rootless duckweed and will naturally dissipate.

　　 "The truly unpredictable crisis is the monsters. Those monsters are so powerful that they can go up and down. Humans can't do anything with them!" Yang Sanyang thought about the tribe's future development plan, with the fire of wisdom in his eyes.

　　 Time is rushing, and in a blink of an eye, the Cold Cretaceous is here once again.

　　 This year, the **** Bai Ze was mysterious and sneaky, and he rarely saw his traces, and I don’t know what he was busy with all day, which made people feel very strange.

　　 Snow fell in the sky, Yang Sanyang sighed, "It's another winter."