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Yin Miaomiao tried it repeatedly for two hours, but he still couldn't succeed. He simply stopped for a while and focused his mind.

The restriction is stationary in the untriggered stage and must have a start setting. A more advanced restriction also requires a switch to close and adjust the power.

However, after the Witch Pass finished writing the characters, there was no triggering condition, and it directly produced an effect. This situation was inconsistent with the prohibition, and it was more like a spell.

The so-called spell is a process of human intervention in the world. Its essence is to continuously superimpose spiritual power and embody a certain force.

For example, fire-type spells are the accumulation of a large amount of fire spiritual power, which causes qualitative changes, and creates real things like flames out of thin air. The mantras and handprints when casting spells can be understood as some kind of spell or ritual, which can help monks to speed up.

To achieve the goal.

However, the formulas and hand seals are not divine teachings, but the experiences that monks have been constantly summarizing over the past millions of years. In the beginning, there was no such auxiliary means.

Will the hieroglyphs of the Witch Biography be another form of magic? No, that doesn't make sense.

Using spells requires spiritual power. However, when the witch was writing, she did not feel the fluctuations in spiritual power - spells require spiritual power to accumulate, which will inevitably affect the surrounding spiritual energy and produce spiritual patterns like water waves.

"Oh." She couldn't figure it out and sighed heavily.

Wu Chuan raised his head, with doubts in his eyes.

Yin Miaomiao's heart moved. Instead of thinking hard, why didn't he ask others? A person's wisdom is limited, and although Wu Chuan was in a primitive tribe, the wisdom he showed was no less than anyone else.

She decided to learn his language.

"Fire." She pointed to this word and pronounced the pronunciation of the fourteen continents.

Wu Chuan thought for a moment and also read a monosyllable. Not only that, he also taught her the words on another stone slab.

Because after writing the characters, there were spots of soil on the stone slab, Yin Miaomiao would consider the pictographic character "earth".

Then, she used the simple things in the tent to learn simple words such as "stone", "sitting", and "stop". Wu Chuan did not create words representing these, only language.

The language of the primitive era was naturally very scarce. There were the most nouns, followed by verbs, and there were very few adjectives and ordinal numbers. "big" and "small" represented both the comparison of size, height, thickness, fat and thin.

Wu Chuan keenly realized the accuracy of the language she used and became very interested. The two of them competed and learned, and they both taught and learned, but they didn't know that a day passed suddenly.

As night fell, the aroma of meat came from outside the tent, and cheers sounded from time to time.

Yin Miaomiao was attracted by him, and his thoughts were interrupted, and he stopped talking to him.

Wu Chuan was the same. He felt hungry, so he waved to her and asked her to go out together.

The starry sky at this time was incredibly beautiful, and the night was as smooth as the best silk, with twinkling stars adorning it, dazzling and dazzling.

The bonfire was burning. The plum pillow stone sat next to the fire, skewed meat with branches and barbecued it. The aroma caused many people to sit around him, and some people were clumsy cutting wood, as if they wanted to learn his way.

Seeing Yin Miaomiao coming, he hurriedly explained: "They can only throw their prey into the fire. I really couldn't see it, so I helped the leader."

"It's great, I'll contribute to the development of mankind." Yin Miaomiao praised casually, his eyes falling on his blood-stained shoulder, "Your injury..."

Mei Zhengshi smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Leng... is a master."

When he returned to the cave, Leng Yu was still in a semi-coma, but as soon as he approached, the sword light was approaching the door. Fortunately, he had limited cultivation at this moment, so he barely avoided it, otherwise it would be as simple as a shoulder injury.

It is precisely because of this that he discovered that Leng Yu's five senses were closed, but he might have cultivated the sword heart long ago.

...Is the blood from last night really hers? Why did he pity that kind of woman?

Yin Miaomiao didn't know the emotions that were surging inside him, and his eyes swept across the entire tribe.

The plum pillow has a clear and clear mind, and he answered in advance with understanding: "Senior Leng was taken away by the pupil...the girls and the others." After that, he paused for a moment and lowered his voice, "It seems that women are the most respected here."

"No, this is not the distinction between men and women, but maternal blood ties are the criterion." Yin Miaomiao said with a relaxed tone, "After all, men cannot be sure who their children are, but women will not make mistakes."

The plum pillow stone is speechless.

Yin Miaomiao commented: "This is a very powerful tribe."

Mei Pillow Stone looked at the surrounding environment, her face full of doubts - powerful? So?

Yin Miaomiao smiled and thought to himself that most of the people here are young and middle-aged, with strong force and children, which proved that they had enough food, as well as witches and writing, which was already very good.

She said, "I plan to stay here for the time being."

The plum pillow stone had no idea about this secret realm, so she naturally chose to lean on the big tree, watched it quietly, and then said, "Then let me see what can help."

These primitive people were living a miserable life, without covering their clothes and food, and they didn't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain. He felt that at least he should help them build a simple shed and make a stove, and teach them to pinch it by the way.

A pottery basin... After thinking about it, I no longer cared about the hot eyes of the young girls and asked for the requirements in a row.

The atmosphere was very harmonious for a while.

Yin Miaomiao left quietly and found Leng Yu, who was resting on the big tree in the corner.

She sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, and her blood-stained veil could not cover her breathtaking appearance. Many young and strong men came over one after another, and were filled with flowers and fruits and unknown pieces of meat.

The meaning of pleasing is beyond words.

For some reason, this scene greatly pleased Yin Miaomiao.

She pretended to be concerned: "You are here alone, and you are not afraid of being dragged into the cave to vent your desires?"

Leng Yu didn't move, like a wooden carving.

She squatted down and reached out to pick her veil: "It's so ugly, I'll take it for you."

Still no response.

Yin Miaomiao sneered in his heart, but his tone was very gentle: "I was so sorry to be fascinated by you before. But I don't recognize you, I'm worried about staying there. It's cold and it's hard to drive you away. I think you can understand.

Mine, right?"

Leng Yu opened her eyes, aimed her unsightly eyes accurately at her, and then nodded slowly.

"Then we will be bothered." Yin Miaomiao sat next to her, looking curious, "I have been to Guiyuan Sect, why have I never heard of you?"

Leng Yu silently for a moment, held her hand and wrote two words in her palm: Retreat.

Yin Miaomiao said "Oh" and asked again: "You are all silent, why can you hear me?"

She wrote: Can't hear it, read it with your heart.

Yin Miaomiao raised her eyebrows: "What does 'see with your heart'?"

Leng Yu replied: Get rid of the false and keep the truth.

Yin Miaomiao stared at her face and said word by word: "What is false and what is true?"

Leng Yu pondered for a long time before she wrote: The colorful purples and reds are all flowers.

"Nonsense." She said, "The scoop I took is different."

Leng Yu's movements stopped and could not give an answer for a long time.

Yin Miaomiao shook her hand away without looking back.

It was not until her figure disappeared that Leng Yu suddenly covered her chest and coughed softly. The blood that had accumulated in her lungs was vomited out, and her breath was slightly smoother.

She wiped the blood from the corners of her lips expressionlessly, closed her eyes and meditated again, without any abnormality.

The night is getting darker.

The primitive tribe entered a serious stage: working hard to reproduce children!

During this period, population was the greatest need, and chastity did not exist at all, and a clear family had not yet been formed. Everyone eats food and raises children together, and it is also free to create people with whom they are.

However, out of admiration for force, women naturally prefer men with higher force values, hoping to give birth to strong children with them. Men also instinctively choose women with better health and easier childbirth.

However, there are always exceptions in everything.

People’s yearning for beauty is innate.

It is natural for women to like beautiful men, and it is humane to like beautiful women.

The plum pillow stone has a slender figure and a beautiful face. It has been favored by many young girls, including the leader of the tribe and the pupil.

She keenly discovered that this thin-looking man was filled with powerful power and was very suitable for becoming a father of a child.

Mei Zishi didn't want Mu Tianxidi to spend a wonderful night with the female savage in his eyes. He had no choice but to ask Yin Miaomiao to treat her differently, and the people in the tribe respected her very much.

No one came to disturb her from beginning to end, and she let her sit in the corner with the stone slab in her mind.

"The True Lord, great kindness and virtue, I will never forget it." Mei Zhengshi walked away with a clear look on his face, and she was so grateful.

Yin Miaomiao said lightly: "You are not sure whether you should say you are cautious or you are slick. Is it enough to just say 'no teeth unforgettable'? Who will help you when you are not sincere in dealing with others?"

Mei Zhengshi was stunned and then solemn. He was a casual cultivator. He had suffered countless losses and suffered countless casualties. He had to be cautious in his actions. Therefore, he always kept his heart of repayment in his heart, but refused to keep people's words verbally so as not to be taken away by the

Man holds it.

But Yin Miaomiao said it well.

He said seriously: "The True Lord will not forget the care of my subordinates. If there is anything I can, I will never refuse by order."

"You're thinking too much, I'm helping you because I'm happy, not wanting any reward." Yin Miaomiao knocked on the stone slab and said carelessly, "What can you give me and give me your body?"

Mei Zhengshi smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'm willing to do it, but you don't want to. Otherwise, it would be fine. Even though I am a nameless and surnamed free cultivator, I know that I will repay you with kindness." The free cultivator has nothing, only physical body

, it is common to use this to pay off debts. He doesn't like it and doesn't feel it too disgusted.

"I understand, you are afraid of owing everyone a favor." She raised her arms, held her chin and smiled.

Mei Zhengshi said calmly: "It has been the most difficult thing to repay favors in ancient times. I am not afraid of repaying debts, but I am afraid that I can't pay back the debts."

"I'm just a small task to help you. But if you want to repay my kindness, it may not be possible to break into pieces." Unexpectedly, Yin Miaomiao smiled slightly and said slowly, "So, you don't have to pay me back. Just remember, in the future,

If there is such a slight effort, it would be great to help others."

Mei Zishi is a bold, cautious, chivalrous and thoughtful person. She admires his character very much and is willing to help him within her ability. At the same time, she does not want him to have such kindness.

What pressure?

Good will be rewarded, and his pity for Leng Yu is worthy of such commendation.

Mei Zhengshi was shocked by her words and could not speak for a long time. The casual cultivator is the lowest level in the world of cultivation and the monk who can most deeply understand the law of "the law of the weak". In their world, there is no free one.

Lunch.

News, favors, weapons, and help all come at a price.

It's good that there is a price, but the most expensive thing is the free one.

But Yin Miaomiao's kindness is not included.

The plum pillow stone cannot deny that her kindness implies the gap between status and cultivation, but it does not make people feel like giving, but rather is very soft, a kind of honest, sincere, friendly tenderness.

His heart was touched for a moment, and a little shame appeared.

As a mortal, his impression of this true king of Su Wei is not immune to the vulgarity and status. He did not say anything about Kong Li's statement of saving the five cities from the war, and he could not help but think it was in his heart.

The disciples of the three major sects seek fame and reputation.

Now, he believes it is true.

The author has something to say: the reader is too smart to give up on himself〒▽〒