The Great Talisman

　　Round shovel cut him to death!

Listening to Bai Ze's words, Yang Sanyang couldn't help but look weird. He looked sideways at Bai Ze, with a strange tone in his eyes: "This man's body has the power of opening mountains and cracking rocks. I'm afraid it's wrong to use a spade. If you are blocked by this evil claw Encountered, then it will be the end of a broken tendon."

　　 Yang Sanyang motioned to Bai Ze to take the fishing rod, not letting the fish fall down, he took out the sky-shattering bow from his sleeve, and then an arrow appeared in his hand with a thought in his heart.

　　 bend the bow and shoot the arrows, all the movements are done in one go.

　　 The arrow came out, the wind thundered, and the blood spattered.

　　Mifeng Demon King's body was shot out of a big hole, and the red blood was flowing down, Yang Sanyang quickly pushed the ceramic bowl past.

　　 "My ancestors, please! My ancestors! I'm waiting for the ants to practice hard, but I hope my ancestors will spare their lives!" Mifeng Demon King kept begging, and his voice was full of sadness.

　　 "Huh, don't you **** want to eat me? Why are you still begging me for mercy now?" Bai Ze smiled coldly: "Today, my ancestor I will cramp you and peel your skin, so that you know that the majesty of the innate **** cannot be offended."

"As long as the old ancestor is willing to let the little ones go, the little ones are willing to sit down and be driven by the ancestors, and are willing to be driven by the cows and horses!" The Mifeng Demon King has really planted this time, feeling the ever-fading vitality, constantly shocked Shout.

　　 "Unfortunately, it might be okay to save your life on weekdays, but since you have seen that little barbarian's treasure, even if the fairy tale Daluo descends, you will never be saved!" Bai Ze shook his head.

　　 "Whoo~"

　　 Arrow shot again, Mifeng Demon King was pierced through his throat, this time he completely closed his mouth.

died!

　　Who would have thought that the Demon King Mifeng died so cleanly, without the slightest turmoil, slowly stuffing the sun-shooting bow into his sleeve, Yang Sanyang looked at Bai Ze: "This time I let the ancestor breathe out a sigh."

　　 "Old ancestor, I wrote down your boy's kindness!" Bai Ze rolled his eyes and stroked the fishing rod in his hand: "Good baby, it's not mine!"

　　 Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes, ignoring Bai Ze's words, but took the fishing rod back on his own: "Let go!"

　　 "Show me a while, don't be so stingy!" Bai Ze clenched the fishing rod tightly.

　　 Yang Sanyang tugged, but didn't tugged, and said with a cold face:

　　 "You are an innate god, who knows if this fishing rod stays in your hands for a while, this treasure is still not mine."

　　 Bai Ze was taken aback when he heard the words, and after a while, he said, "Your kid has wronged me. The original mark of the treasure is in your hands. Who can drive this treasure without your permission?"

　　 Yang Sanyang was noncommittal, still rubbing Baize's hair, took the fishing rod back, and then went to deal with the dead Mifeng Demon King.

　　 No demon pill was found!

　　 was broken, blood dripping, and all of them were caught in a ceramic basin. Then Yang Sanyang cramped the leopard essence and cooked it into a big pot of bone soup, topped with various seasonings, and it was fragrant all at once.

　　 "Yeah, come over and eat more!" Yang Sanyang greeted him and put all the liver and gallbladder, heart, lungs and stomach, and eyes of the Demon King Mifeng in front of him.

　　 He wanted to try, after eating enough monster beast meat, would he evolve again, and his body would be strengthened.

　　 Yang Sanyang is good at craftsmanship, and he eats happily. A group of primitive people watched eagerly, revealing a touch of envy.

　　 Facing the flesh and blood of monsters, animal instincts drove a wave of longing in the hearts of these primitive people.

　　 After Yang Sanyang and the female leader, Ye, ate and drank enough, and then roared, the primitive men rushed over and began to carve up the flesh and blood essence of the monster beast.

　　 The monsters were removed, and Yang Sanyang then began to train the tribe to use bows and arrows to hunt down the beasts, and then chop down trees to build fences.

　　 "You plan to domesticate wild beasts, but have you decided which one to domesticate?" Bai Ze swept across the enthusiastic crowd outside, was burying piles and tying ropes, his eyes showed a touch of surprise.

　　 "There seems to be a flock of sheep nearby" Yang Sanyang showed a scorching light in his eyes.

　　Since he wanted to domesticate wild beasts, Yang Sanyang had already prepared for it, and he focused on the flock a year ago.

　　 The flock is indeed the flock he has seen in his previous life.

　　 A flock that only eats grass and does not eat meat.

　　 "The sheep do not respond slowly, how are you going to hunt?" Bai Ze whispered.

　　 Since I want to tame the sheep, I can’t use bows and arrows.

　　 Hearing this, Yang Sanyang shook his head: "Naturally, the trap was arranged with a net, and then artificially expelled. There were about 300 sheep in the flock. It is a little difficult to catch the more than 300 sheep in one net.

　　 The primitive tribe humans rise strongly with bows and arrows, and the scared beasts flee with their tails. They are in panic all day long, but they have created a living kingdom for the gentle herbivores.

　　 Yang Sanyang not only saw the sheep, but also saw the deer migrating, where the beasts were suppressed to the extreme, and the buzzing of the arrows made the beasts look like a bird of fright.

　　The farther the beast is from the human, the closer the flock is to the human.

　　 Even when humans go out, they can see sheep and deer. The sheep and deer seem to know that it is safe to approach the human race, and they gradually approached without knowing it.

　　 "Hundreds of sheep, as long as you concentrate on raising them for more than ten years, they can become great!" Yang Sanyang stroked his chin, staring at the distant flock of sheep.

　　 The flock is right in front of you, but how to capture it is a difficult problem. There is only one chance to hunt, otherwise once you start these cunning little guys, I am afraid they will be taken away.

　　 Yang Sanyang has always strictly ordered the tribes not to capture their prey. After more than a year of contact with humans, the sheep gradually believe that humans are harmless animals. As long as they are not too close, they will not disturb the sheep.

　　 "Encircle the hunt! Form an encirclement, open the big net, and drive the sheep into the sheep pen!" This is the strategy set by Yang Sanyang.

　　 There will be one day after the prey is eaten, and domestication is king.

　　 Along with the killing of humans, all beasts will eventually be driven away, and they dare not stay in human habitations. The more humans there are, the fewer beasts will be.

　　 "Starting to capture the flock tomorrow!" Yang Sanyang had a plan in his mind, and silently calculated the number of big nets, but it was enough.

　　 The sheep pen is not open in the open. A fishing net is woven on it. There is no doubt about the jumping ability of primitive sheep. It is unrealistic to enclose wild sheep by a fence that is only two people high.

　　 The sun rises.

　　 the next morning

　　 Yang Sanyang finished washing and after eating the fish, summoned the men, women, and children in the tribe, and drew drawings on the ground, first pointed to the flock, then pointed to the sheep pen, and then made a hunting action.

　　 Although the language is not clear, Yang Sanyang will never underestimate the wisdom of these primitive people, but after three or five times of effort, the primitive people nodded one after another and already understood what Yang Sanyang meant.

　　 start hunting

　　 The flock of sheep is still eating the grass unhurriedly, without noticing that the primitive people have quietly surrounded the entire flock and the sheep pen.

　　 Men, women, old and young went into battle together. More than 8,000 people in the tribe opened a large net from all directions, and then continued to approach the flock.

　　 Then the flock seemed to have noticed something wrong, and immediately became alert, but at this time the hunting circle had formed, only the direction of the flock was not guarded by primitive people.

　　 "咩~~~"

　　 The sheep screamed in confusion, with a hint of panic. Under the leadership of the head sheep, they ran into the direction of the sheep pen without knowing what to do.

　　 The plan was as perfect as Yang Sanyang had imagined. He saw that all the sheep had entered the sheep pen, and then the fence gate was closed, and the layers of silk screens were pulled apart to seal off the entire sheep pen.

A group of sheep screamed innocently in the sheepfold, and their voice was full of anxiety. At this time, Yang Sanyang flew out of the trapped fairy rope, tied the head sheep, and then dragged it over for a while, and then tied the head sheep with the rope prepared in advance. In the sheepfold, the hope of escape for the sheep is completely eliminated.

　　 It's done!

　　 The flock is finished!

　　 pointed to the green grass on the ground, Yang Sanyang made the action of harvesting the grass to feed the sheep. A group of intelligent primitive people immediately knew what Yang Sanyang meant, and then began to mow outside without a word.

　　 Words can’t make sense, Yang Sanyang stood at the entrance of the cave and looked at the sheep. He wanted to prevent primitive people from killing the sheep. He couldn't tell the primitive people that the sheep could not be killed, but he could stop them while the primitive people wanted to kill the sheep. After stopping three or five times, everyone would understand what he meant.

　　 "Language!" Yang Sanyang frowned ~www.readwn.com~ and looked into the distance, revealing a solemn color.

　　 How can a tribe without a language prosper? After all, this is a burden on his heart.

　　 Without language, it means that communication is difficult, inefficient, and there is no cultural heritage of its own. It is too difficult for mankind to rise in this great wasteland.

　　 "Huanggu!" Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows.

　　 At this time, some primitive people could not help but want to take the sheep pen and catch sheep excitedly, but they heard Yang Sanyang's serious roar, and the primitive people moved for a moment, and turned their heads to look at Yang Sanyang.

　　 Yang Sanyang stepped forward with a gloomy expression, kicked and kicked the primitive people, constantly reprimanding.

　　 After two years of language study, although everyone was unable to speak, they were probably able to understand the four-point meaning in Yang Sanyang's words in a daze.

　　 This sheep cannot be eaten!

　　 At least there is no command from the leader, you can't eat it!

　　 Not only can’t eat, everyone has to cut the grass for feeding, and they have to get closer to the flock all day long, and have a good relationship with the flock.

　　 It takes at least three years to tame the flock, and to deepen the closeness and trust between the two parties through generations of familiarity.

　　 It is impossible to tame the first batch of sheep. He can only put his goals and hopes on the lamb, who is full of curiosity about everything, curious about the whole world, and curious about human nature.

　　 As long as through constant contact with the lambs to gain the trust of the other side, after three or five generations, the entire flock is considered to be tamed.

　　 Taming is a test of patience, but fortunately, patience is what Yang Sanyang lacks the most.

　　 "The next step is to find grains that can be eaten by humans. As long as three conditions are met, they can be cultivated. First: high yield. Second: easy to survive. Third: no side effects!"