Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

"Stop kneeling, get up."

Chen Mo frowned. He didn't make someone kneel down to his own preference.

"Dear Great Witch, what is your name?"

These primitive people were obedient. After Chen Mo asked them not to kneel down, they all stood up quickly.

Among them, the pointed head asked Chen Mo's name very respectfully.

"Just call me Chen Mo. Who are you? Where are you going?"

Chen Mo asked.

"Hello, Chen Mowu, we are the hunting team of the Spear Tribe. We are here to hunt. I didn't expect to encounter a velociraptor on the way, so I was chased and chased all the way."

The pointed toe called out Chen Mo's name. Although it was a bit of a tongue-in-mouth, he pronounced it very carefully because it was a witch's name.

When facing Chen Mo's question, he had no intention of hiding it at all, and told it truthfully.

"Um."

Chen Mo nodded and did not ask too much about their tribe.

Instead, he raised his hand and pointed at a small grass under a big tree. The grass was about 30 centimeters tall and had four leaves, with blue spots on it.

In Chen Mo's opinion, it was full of spirituality.

"What is this grass called? Do you know the purpose?"

When Chen Mo thought that even the beasts knew to find some herbs to take when they were injured, these primitive people should also know the effects of some herbs.

"This grass, this grass is called..."

He looked at the grass with a sharp head and reached out to scratch his head. He knew the grass, but he could not remember the name of the grass.

"This grass is called Siye Xinghui. It tastes bitter. After it is bitter, it will be a little sweet. The body will feel full of strength, but it will have diarrhea wildly."

At this time, a relatively thin primitive man came over and answered the question for the Spike Head.

"Yes, yes, that's the name, Siye Xinghui. It's so cruel to have diarrhea after eating this thing!"

Sharp slapped his head and echoed loudly.

Chen Mo turned his eyes to the thin primitive man when he spoke, looking at the primitive man with interest.

"What about this flower?"

Chen Mo pointed his finger at a small flower not far from the Four-Leaf Starlight. There are seven petals of the small flower, each with a part of a vortex pattern.

The flowers appear red and the color gradually becomes richer from light to dark.

"This flower has no name, but I know its function. It will make you numb when you eat it. When you are injured, crush it and apply it to the wound to stop the bleeding.

The hemostatic ability of each petal is different. As the color depth increases, the hemostatic effect will become better and better. However, the darkest petal cannot be used and will cause blood to coagulate."

The thin primitive man said almost without thinking, and it was obvious that he had some research on these plants.

"What's your name? Why do you know the effect of this thing?"

Chen Mo asked with interest.

"My name is a Nong. I am naturally interested in these flowers and plants. When I am fine, I always like to taste the flavor of these flowers and plants."

The farmer replied honestly.

"Nong is a person who has been praised by witches. The witches in our tribe say that as long as the farmers have been studying these flowers and plants carefully, then the farmers will have the opportunity to understand the truth and become witches!"

"So our hunting team came out to hunt and brought the farmers to help him understand the truth."

When Jiantou saw Chen Mo, he seemed to admire the farmer very much, and immediately excitedly told the farmer's information as if he had been cherished by his family. Especially the things he had praised by the witch even more said.

What a guy, the original version of Shennong, another world.

Chen Mo's heart moved and he had some thoughts. At first, he was thinking about catching these primitive people to test the medicine for him, which seemed a bit hasty.

How many primitive people can try out how many medicines can they do in seven days?

It's just a drop in the bucket, but what if a primitive man volunteered to help him test medicine or even refine medicine?

This not only can greatly improve people's subjective initiative, but also in the future, this prehistoric world will become its own medicine bank.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo had already made a plan in his mind.

He wanted to take this farmer as his disciple, teach him the method of distinguishing medicine and refining alchemy in Wuxiangmen, and train him to be an alchemy master.

Well, do it as you say it.

Chen Mo nodded and then said, "Actually, I have always wanted to accept someone who likes herbs as my apprentice. I wonder if you are interested in taking me as your teacher?"

When the Nong heard the news, he was shocked by the great news and was stunned for a moment.

"Why are you still standing there? Kowtow to Chen Mowu!"

When Jiantou saw that the farmer had not agreed for a long time, he immediately became anxious for the farmer.

He didn't care about anything else and directly pushed the farmer.

"I am willing, my disciple farmer is willing to pay homage to the master!"

The moment Nong was pushed to wake up, he immediately reacted and immediately knelt down to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo calmly received this worship from the farmer.

"Since you are my disciple, I will give you a meeting gift."

As he said that, the soul banner shook, and the skeleton belonging to the velociraptor was released by Chen Mo.

Then three balls of flame embroidery text on the soul banner flashed, and three balls of three colored flames appeared out of thin air, and began to refine the skeleton of the velociraptor.

For Chen Mo now, it is easy to refine low-grade magic weapons.

In just a quarter of an hour, the skeleton of the velociraptor was refined into a pile of semi-fluid objects similar to soft sludge.

With a move of Chen Mo, more than half of the semi-fluid object was separated, and in an instant, Chen Mo formed an alchemy furnace.

That's right, although it's a meeting ceremony, it's actually an alchemy furnace.

In the future, after teaching this disciple how to refine elixirs, he would let him use it for Chen Mo to refine elixirs. When he could return to this world, he would harvest a wave of elixirs in the name of his master.

Disciple? Cross it off, he is obviously a pure tool.

Of course, Nong didn't know that he had become a tool man in Chen Mo's plan.

When I saw my master refining a witchcraft with a magical witchcraft, I immediately became so happy that I started dancing.

"Thank you, Master, thank you Master!"

Nong happily hugged the small elixir only twenty centimeters long and kept thanking him.

"Okay, I have some prospects. When I get stronger in the future, I will train you better."

Of course, you will also refine better elixirs to your master.

Chen Mo said, waved his hand again, and the remaining small part of the skeleton of the velociraptors was smelted into a magic picture.

This magic picture records a technique, "Nine Diseases Plague Alchemy Book"

This was a technique specially practiced for disciples of the Danfang when Wuxiangmen was still prosperous.

It is naturally a perfect match for the passing to the farmers at this moment.

"Okay, this is your martial arts for you. You can study well and don't let down your expectations of being a teacher."

"It's Master!"

Nong took over the magic map and immediately started to learn hungrily.

After the farmer started to study, Jiantou brought his tribe members to say goodbye to Chen Mo. They also had to go hunting and take the prey back to the tribe, otherwise the tribe's old, young, women and children would go hungry.

After Jiantou waited for the others to leave, Nong read through the magic picture and immediately sat down cross-legged and began to practice.

As soon as the farmer practiced, Chen Mo discovered something was wrong.

There are golden flowers from the sky and golden lotus surging from the ground. What the hell is golden lotus?