"This is called the Witch Bone, and it is a certificate that allows you to enter the exchange ceremony..."
Qiuye turned to look aside and told Yang Cheng what Hua Xuan told her about the witch bones.
Yang Cheng's eyes were full of surprise when he heard this. He didn't expect that there was such an activity in this world.
This is a good thing!
Although the tribe's wall is about to be built and safety is guaranteed, the primitive society in this world is not like the primitive society on earth. Building a wall can protect against most dangers.
The wilderness is full of ferocious beasts, and there is more than one tribe. Each tribe has powerful totem warriors and witches who have mastered various witchcrafts.
What's more, Yang Cheng also promised to eliminate the Black Monkey Tribe, the enemy of the Qingque Tribe, and fight back to his ancestral land.
We also need to inquire about the current situation of the Black Monkey Tribe.
I have communicated with Qiuye before. It has been two years since the Teng tribe left their ancestral land, and their news about the wilderness is actually limited.
Therefore, it is not enough to remain complacent. We have to go out and communicate. Isn't this a good opportunity?
Yang Cheng rubbed his chin, his eyes brightened, and he began to ponder.
He has already thought about what to prepare for the exchange ceremony this time and how to go.
"The shaman of the Qingque tribe." Qiuye shouted softly, interrupting Yang Cheng's thinking.
Yang Cheng came to his senses, put the witch bones into his animal skin clothes, and said, "Okay, we'll exchange. Fortunately, you go pick out a clay pot."
Saying that, Yang Cheng winked at Xing.
The witch wants me to do bad things again, and I'm very reluctant.
The horned lady curled her lips, her face full of reluctance, but she still ran away.
Qiuye noticed the reluctant expression on Niujiao Niang's face and thought it was because she was unwilling to exchange the pot. She felt slightly sorry, but she liked Yang Cheng a little more.
However, this good feeling quickly disappeared.
Because she saw the net that Yan Lin brought over.
"Wizards of the Qingque Tribe, is this the net you call?" Qiuye's mouth twitched, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his cold face.
In her imagination, the net Yang Cheng mentioned should be a very complicated and powerful thing, otherwise it would not be able to help them hunt a lot of prey.
However, what he saw in front of him was something made of vines.
It was so simple that Qiuye knew how it was made after just one glance.
Isn't it just made of vines?
"That's right." Yang Cheng nodded solemnly, "Qiuye Warrior, although the construction of this net is very simple, our tribe spent a long time and laborious work in order to make the materials for this net. That’s why I created this website.
It is very powerful. With just such a net, it can trap a seventh-grade totem warrior for a long time!
Think about it, if the totem warrior of your tribe goes hunting with this net, and when he gets close to the ferocious beast, he will first use the net to trap it, and then stab it with a stone spear. Will hunting the ferocious beast get twice the result with half the effort? ? "
"..."
However, no matter what Yang Cheng said, Qiuye felt that he had been deeply deceived!
Just such a simple thing, actually replaced by a witchcraft from their Vine tribe? !
Qiuye felt extremely sad in her heart. Looking at Yang Cheng's smiling face, she really wanted to punch him. She decided to take back her previous idea that Yang Cheng was okay.
The shaman from the Qingque tribe in front of her was the most abominable she had ever seen!
Yang Cheng felt a little panicked as Qiu Ye stared at him expressionlessly.
It's like he deceived the feelings of a pure little girl...
"Ahem."
Yang Cheng coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, "Well, Qiuye Warrior, in order to express the friendship between our tribes, I will tell you directly which vines are best to use to make the net..."
"No need, we will find the vines ourselves." Qiuye said coldly.
Since their tribe is called the Vine Tribe, they must have a better understanding of vines than the Qingque Tribe. They didn't know what a net was before, but now that they know that the net is made of vines, they will definitely be able to weave a better one.
"Ahem, that's okay..."
Yang Cheng felt that he coughed more today than he had in three days.
Fortunately, at this moment, Xing came over with a clay pot in his arms.
The appearance of this pottery pot is smooth and bright, without many potholes, nor is it high on one side and low on the other. There are even two ears that Yang Cheng is thinking about are inlaid on both sides of the pot.
Seeing this pottery pot, Yang Cheng looked at Xing with his eyes, meaning to ask, "Didn't I ask you to get the worst pottery pot? Why are you holding such a good one?"
Niujiao Niang responded to Yang Cheng with a roll of her eyes, meaning "This is the worst among the clay pots, there is nothing worse."
Yang Cheng was only thinking about giving the poor thing to the Teng tribe, but he forgot that the pottery from the kiln that Lulu fired a few days ago was released, and the development of the Qingque tribe's pottery took another step forward.
Lulu is indeed a beast-eared girl with a talent for making pottery.
After being fired, the pottery embryos she kneaded from mud underwent a qualitative transformation. Not only did they become pottery, but most of them also became higher-level pottery.
Smooth glaze appeared in many places on them, and they were so black that they glowed under the afternoon sun.
Moreover, pottery is no longer in its original rough state, but has gradually developed towards refinement. The most direct reaction is that the types are no longer limited to pots, bowls, jars, and jars.
Instead, there appeared spoons, teapots for boiling water, teacups for drinking water, decorative pottery bottles, and even a chamber pot for waking up at night was made at the request of a certain shaman who did not want to be named...
I saw Xing bring a clay pot that was very beautiful in the eyes of primitive people.
Qiuye's cold face suddenly softened a lot.
She took it carefully and wrapped it carefully in the animal skin. Then she didn't want to stay in the Qingque tribe any longer, and she didn't want to see Yang Cheng's hateful face again.
Qiuye said a few words of farewell, then led the other totem warriors and left with the pots and nets.
Looking at their retreating figures, Yang Cheng couldn't help but touch his nose and shouted: "Hey, welcome to come again next time!"
Yang Chengke couldn't let go of Qiuye, a girl with a ponytail that curved forward and turned back!
At this time, Yan Lin said quietly: "Wu, you lied to the Qiuye warrior. I don't think she will come again."
"Yeah, if I took a witchcraft and replaced it with a net that was easy to make, I wouldn't do it again!" Xing Shen nodded with the same feeling.
The two of them felt great sympathy for Qiuye, but they felt extremely lucky and happy.
It would be best not to come. The provincial witches will focus all their eyes on her and ignore us!
"What do you two guys know? I said she will come back next time."
Yang Cheng is confident. He still has a lot of good things to offer, and he is not afraid that Qiu Ye will not come over.
Moreover, Yang Cheng is already thinking about how to drain the Vine Tribe and absorb the Vine Tribe into the Qingque Tribe.
After all, the population of the Qingque tribe is still too small...
