Half a month passed in a flash. In addition to the alchemy that had been refining the previous three days, Mu Ming was meditating silently. Several disciples followed him and also guided them from time to time. Mu Ming finally found some feelings. He was not as good as his teacher, and he felt a little more confident.

The alchemy techniques of several disciples were somewhat effective, especially Xiaoyu, who was really talented, but Ulan was extremely talented in controlling the insects. The other male children were also very distinctive. Mu Ming did not interfere too much, but just gave his guidance.

Although the wood name has not yet transformed into a god today, all I lack of understanding of some principles is time and my own experience.

"Transforming God!" Mu Ming gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, with deep eyes, and then said, "It's not far away!"

The so-called not far is three or two years. This time seems long, but it is extremely urgent. At least when war is everywhere, it needs to break through this realm, and you will feel more at that time.

The old patriarch appeared, his face turned slightly red, his aura was different from the past, and he seemed to be much younger.

Mu Ming smiled and said, "No, it's consolidated the realm!"

"I wish you good luck!" But the elders of the clan seemed reluctant. They felt that they were old and were unwilling to consume these resources."

Mu Mingze said: "The tribe needs their protection. I don't want us to be taken down by others when we fight fiercely in the front. This matter is related to the survival of the tribe. This must be done. As for resources, the best way to obtain them is to plunder!"

The old patriarch was stunned, then he showed a clear look and said, "What you said is reasonable!"

After pondering for a while, the old patriarch said again: "Today, there are a few tribe members who left before who have returned and merged into the tribe. This was a tribe, but the tribe members have complained about it. What do you think about this?"

Mu Ming was a little surprised when he heard this. I still remember that when he succeeded as the mountain god, a nation left, and Mu Ming did not stop him. But today I heard that some people returned and began to ponder.

Seeing this, the old group sighed and said, "It's better to stay. They originally defected to the surrounding small tribes, but recently they heard that the war was about to burn, so they were worried about the tribe, so they returned!"

When Mu Ming heard this, he heard the meaning and nodded, saying, "You come to comfort this matter, I naturally have no objection. Several clan elders said what I mean, and the clan members also talked about it, not wanting to cause unnecessary misunderstandings!"

The old team leader looked a little relaxed, so he no longer mentioned this matter.

"Today, there are tribes who come to look for pills and ask for medicine. I have blocked them all, but those tribes come to ask again and again, which is very troubled!" The old patriarch said again, pouring trouble for trouble.

Mu Ming said: "This matter... let Yu'er and the others deal with it. Their current alchemy level has also been effective. Pills below the Spirit Transformation Realm can still be refined. I also have some scattered ones here. Let's exchange meat and grains with those tribes, as well as arrows and other weapons!"

The old patriarch said, "I'm afraid those tribes are malicious! This pill is a scarce thing. If the war starts, the value of this pill is half a life!"

"I also know this, but people's hearts are unpredictable. Although it can shock them at this time, we may have other thoughts after we leave. Now we give them some benefits, which will make them feel more affectionate, and it will not be given away for free. Just treat it as a mutual exchange. If there is a war pet," Mu Ming said after a moment of silence.

When the old patriarch heard this, he thought it was good and said, "Xiao Yu'er was clamoring to go, and I didn't stop this. But I was a little worried about Ulan. Her cultivation level was not high, so I was afraid of a mistake!"

Mu Ming said: "Let her stay. After all, she has a special identity. If there is a mistake, it will be difficult for me as a teacher to explain. It's just Xiao Yu'er's business. I want her to stay in the tribe. She is too young, and she can also control those insects and protect the tribe!"

The old patriarch smiled bitterly, "I'll talk to her about this!"

Mu Ming nodded and said, "The old patriarch should stay here too. Elder Wan and you will stay here, so I feel more at ease!"

However, what was surprising was that the old patriarch shook his head, "Only I can shock those little kids. I will lead them and protect their lives. As for Elder Wan, I am afraid that he is also concerned about the Baofeng tribe!"

"I'm not thinking about it. I'll have chosen thirty people to protect the tribe in the past few days, and the others will go out together!"

The wooden name was a little apologized and then started to arrange it again.

"Since that's the case, I'm out!"

The old patriarch left and left. In the past few days, he kept making various arrangements.

The name of the wood continues to meditate and continues to comprehend his own Taoism.

Five days later, and the atmosphere in the Dongshan tribe was different from the past. The fighting spirit spread in the tribe was extremely strong, and there were shouts of killing everywhere, which was the soldiers practicing.

An owl appeared above the Dongshan tribe, making a strange cry. The sound seemed to be a certain rhythm, sometimes long and sometimes short. Then it landed in the tribe courtyard, and the tribe members did not stop it, because the owl had the mark of the Baofeng tribe and was a messenger.

Mu Ming opened his eyes and looked at the owl below the altar. The owl flapped his wings and fell beside Mu Ming. Then he opened a bamboo tube on his claw with his bird's beak and took out one of the paper strips. When Mu Ming pointed it with his hand, the paper strip fell into Mu Ming's hand.

The wooden name opened the note and it was a map. The map contained the signs of the Baofeng tribe and the area marks of the Dongshan tribe. There were two blood-colored arrows that spread out from the areas where the two tribes were located and gathered to a certain place.

Mu Ming frowned slightly, but he didn't know where he was. The old patriarch was not far away. Seeing the situation here, he hurried over. After picking up the note, he looked for a moment and said, "Hui Bingyuan!"

"This is to gather here, but it seems that only this place is the best. It is close to the salt stone part, the terrain is flat and suitable for war. You are not afraid of setting up ambush in the salt stone part!" The old patriarch looked at the owl and said, "This little bird will lead us!"

Mu Ming stood up and said, "Prepare for war! Tomorrow comes! Go to rest today!" The voice was not loud, but it spread to the hearts of every tribe.

When the tribe members heard this, they stopped their actions and returned to the tribe one after another, no longer being alert at this time.

The name of the wood has left the tribe and needs to make some arrangements.

At this time, Mu Ming felt that various emotions were permeated in the power of the mountain god, worried, excited, and more reluctance. Many emotions were permeated, which made Mu Ming's mind stir.

After leaving the tribe gate, I saw an ape running around on a tiger. The tiger was not tired, and carried the ape at lightning speed.

Mu Ming shook his head and laughed. This white ape seemed to be not very big and had a very playful heart. But who could have thought that the white ape's cultivation level was extremely terrifying!

At this time, Mu Ming threw crystal stones and elixirs around the tribe, and according to a strange position, there was a slight connection between these crystal stones and elixirs. This was a ban and a small barrier.

"That's all!" Mu Ming sighed lightly, and at this time, the spiritual god condensed by the power of the mountain god in Tianling Taichung actually condensed into a mark. It was a mass of marks like flowing water, which seemed to be constantly changing shapes.

Mu Ming looked inside for a moment and murmured: "The power of human heart is the most unpredictable!"

I thought this mark would finally condense, but I never thought that it would condense when the tribe members said goodbye to each other and cherished each other's last moments, and when they expressed their feelings, it also strengthened Mu Ming's understanding of the power of this person's heart a little.
Chapter completed!