For several days, Xu Ji was looking for a solution.
He thought about looking for the sunflower water thing, but the idea was rejected by him as soon as he started.
Because if it comes to this, I'm afraid it will be an infinite matryoshka doll.
Moreover, the process is too complicated and the cost is too high.
For this mythical world, I’m afraid it’s better than nothing!
Therefore, he could only hold coal and conduct various experiments.
I've tried washing it with water and mixing it with soil.
These methods are effective, but they are limited.
And it still hasn’t solved the problem of safe mining!
For a moment, Xu Ji froze.
Until late June, he had no clue.
At this time, the reeling machines equipped with windmills began to be put into use.
Xu Ji still has no way to solve the problem of coal mining.
So much so that even class has become boring.
I just teach some junior high school content, and even my favorite after-school homework is often forgotten.
Until one day, after Xu Ji failed in another attempt, he threw the coal into the river in frustration.
But it happened to be seen by Yingdao, who had just returned from Pingyuan County by boat.
"Tianzun seemed to be holding the stone fire of the Witch Clan in his hand just now..." He muttered.
The next moment, Yingdao saw Tianzun's figure appearing in front of him.
"What did you just say?"
Yingdao raised his head and bowed respectfully: "The thing I just saw in your hand, student, seems to be similar to the stone fire of the Wu tribe..."
"Witch clan?" Xu Ji blinked.
"Yeah!" Yingdao didn't take it to heart: "It's the Wu clan..."
"In the southwest of the Qin State, there are mountains stretching out. In the mountains, the Wu tribe and the human tribe live together!"
"Students have seen people from the Wu tribe digging dangerous stone fires in the mountains, and then bringing them back to the tribe to use as fuel..."
Xu Ji listened and asked: "The Wu clan is not afraid of the stone fire?"
"Of course!" Yingdao replied: "Students are not the only ones. Why..."
"In short, in the Qin State, the people of the Wu Clan are never afraid of stone fire..."
Xu Ji listened, his eyes burning, and then asked: "Yingdao..."
"How many Wu tribes are there in Qin?"
"More!" Yingdao said without thinking too much: "The student's Qin State was established by constantly seizing land and taking back mountains and rivers from the witch and demon clans!"
"Oh!" Xu Ji nodded.
"Qin, right?"
The next moment, he was riding a big buffalo and disappeared without a trace.
Yingdao raised his head, slightly confused.
"It's weird, why would the Master ask me these things?"
However, he didn't think too deeply about it.
………………
On the upper reaches of the river, Qin State flows to the west.
Surrounded by mountains, there are many evil valleys.
Countless huge skeletons were nailed to the cliffs with great force.
Dragon, snake, elephant...
Even the head of a real dragon was nailed to the mountain peak.
Xu Ji slowly looked at everything in front of him.
I just felt the atmosphere of wildness, ancient times and tragedy rushing towards my face.
"Witch clan..." he thought.
The soap-black divine sword in his hand reflected the shadows of majestic figures.
They are so huge that they almost stand up to the sky.
One punch shattered the stars, and one foot stepped on the sky.
In front of these majestic figures, even the mountains and rivers appear extremely small.
All the immortals and gods could only turn into dust in front of these figures.
Their strength is unquestionable.
Even unpredictable!
Seeing the past reflected in the divine sword, Xu Ji probably understood.
The Witch Clan is probably an extremely ancient race in this mythical world.
They were so powerful in ancient times that they could even destroy the world.
Those twelve phantoms almost covered the sky and the earth.
I just don’t know how they disappeared?
But one thing is for sure...
These shadows are no longer there.
And now, what he sees is probably the descendants of that extremely ancient and extremely powerful race that remain in the human world.
Then he rode the big buffalo and descended slowly.
As soon as he landed in the river valley, Xu Ji saw a giant-like figure walking in the river valley.
He is at least one foot tall and looks exactly like a human.
But his whole body was covered with extremely hard muscles, and there was a layer of hot blood lingering around him.
His earlobes are so big that they almost hang down to his shoulders.
There were two small silver snakes hanging on the earlobes. The two small snakes were dangling on the earlobes, making hissing sounds from time to time.
She was wearing a simple skirt made of animal skin, and her hair was messy.
In his hand was a huge snake, three feet long.
Apparently caught in this river.
And you can tell at a glance that he was beaten to death with his fists.
He spotted Xu Ji and stopped where he was, his eyes full of vigilance.
The little snake hanging from the earlobe slowly raised its head, opened its abdomen, and spit out its tongue continuously, making a threatening hissing sound.
Xu Ji looked at him, this strange ancient race that he had never seen before.
Soon, Xu Ji discovered that the little snakes on the giant's earlobes were symbiotic with his ears.
Moreover, Xu Ji is extremely familiar with the martial arts energy and blood surrounding him.
In modern times, the martial arts taught by the old gods are very similar to them.
"So, the Wu clan is the source of martial arts?" Xu Ji recalled the scene reflected by the divine sword.
With one punch, mountains and rivers shattered and stars burst into pieces.
If you step out with one foot, even Tianque will be crushed!
The end of martial arts is so terrible?
"Wuna Taoist!" The giant finally spoke: "This is the territory of the Chuishe clan!"
"We don't welcome outsiders!"
For the Witch Clan, outsiders, whether they are monsters or humans, will only bring danger.
The ancestral spirit had warned him countless times.
Don't trust humans, don't trust monsters.
Especially don’t believe in those who come from heaven.
Xu Ji looked at him and found that this Wu tribesman's muscles were full of uneasiness.
He is afraid.
"Don't be afraid!" Xu Ji said: "I just heard that there are descendants of the Wu clan here, so I came to take a look... There is no harm!"
The giant frowned and looked at the person in front of him.
The biggest weakness of the witch clan is that they cannot understand cause and effect and cannot practice divine channels.
They are a purely physical and invincible race.
From ancient times to the present, it has been common.
In addition, Wu people are always easy to trust others.
From ancient times to the present, it has been common.
Therefore, he did not doubt Xu Ji's words.
His Qi and blood intuition let him know that the Taoist in front of him was an existence that he could not match or even imagine.
"Do you know the ancestors of our witch clan?" the giant asked, "I wonder which ancestor it is?"
Unlike the human race, after the witch race's physical body dies, the true spirit will merge into the tribe's ancestral spirit and stay with the ancestral spirit.
Every tribe has an ancestral spirit.
The ancestral spirits teach their descendants, passing on survival knowledge, hunting skills, and some ancient legends to their descendants.
The people of the Drooping Snake tribe are the Drooping Snake ancestral spirits.
There are countless similar ancestral spirits in these mountains.
