"Oh, my God, how many times have I told you not to eat moldy things!"
"Stop! You are a man, porcupine, and hedgehog skin cannot be used as underwear! Forget it, you are a guy with a unique hobby!"
"You also know that powerful water and powerful fire turn into qi, so how do you open your eyes and say, 'These qi are very strong'?"
Chen held the scepter and answered the words he just heard one by one.
But there were too many people down there, so densely packed that they squeezed into the jungle from the foot of the mountain, and they couldn't see the edge at a glance.
Standing, lying down, squatting, sitting...
Those wearing animal skins, those naked, those wearing big leaves, those made of turf...
There are all kinds!
After hearing Chen's words, everyone started talking loudly, and their voices became louder, as if a sound-like forbidden spell had been cast here.
It's noisy!
While responding to the tribesmen, Chen gradually became anxious.
Because there are too many people and too many words!
"Quiet!!!"
Gradually, Chen couldn't bear it anymore, so he let out a loud roar.
His physical strength and strength are not inferior to those of magicians and professionals.
So his lungs and his voice are naturally strong.
A loud roar made everyone stop, and countless pairs of eyes looked over.
Some eyes are black and white, and some are blue and red. In short, they are all colorful eyes.
"Ahem, when I speak from now on, no one can speak!"
As he spoke, Chen slammed the lava scepter in his hand onto the stone at his feet, making a "dong" sound.
The tribesmen didn't know why, they just felt that such a scene was so majestic and noble.
They don't know why. Some people think that this feeling comes from Chen, and some people think that this feeling comes from the wood in Chen's hand.
That kind of wood...is called a scepter!
The staff of power!
"Okay, now, people who think they are smart, let me think about it, um, people who think they are smart, jump up and let me see it!" Chen Dao said.
"I!"
"Me me me!"
"I want to learn 'math'!"
"I love 'mathematics' the most! Mathematics makes me strong!"
Suddenly, countless people were jumping around below, like a group of monkeys in the tree.
Chen was stunned, and then quickly said: "Stop! Everyone stop!"
The thing that Chen is best at in his life is hunting. He has no other management methods at all. He became the chief simply because he caught the most prey, not anything else.
So, he was blinded.
At this moment, a gentle voice came into his ears, and he immediately shouted: "Shut up! The oracle is coming!"
After the roar, the scene fell silent for a moment. Chen Chen knelt down and nodded solemnly, saying "Okay, okay".
The distance between the mountain and the mountain was so long that Chen Yizong could have jumped up, but he still stayed where he was and kept kneeling in obeisance.
After a while, Chen stood up again and told the people below: "Listen, this is 1, this is 2, this is 3... This is ten! Ten tens is a hundred, ten hundreds is a thousand, ten
Thousands are ten thousand, ten thousand are one hundred thousand...Ten tens of millions are hundreds of millions!"
As Chen spoke, he used flames to condense these numbers in the sky. The primitive people below were stunned.
After the introduction, Chen continued: "Now, before I say 'end', tell me how many tribesmen you think we have here, tell us this number, and then... God will select those who are qualified and can learn mathematics.
Clan!"
While he was speaking, a huge spiritual power emanated from the small stone house, overwhelmingly covering a ten-mile radius.
Some people with special talents, or powerful people, can naturally feel Lin Ke's mental power slightly, and are afraid and trembled by it.
"Ah? How many people?"
"What did the chief say just now...what, what, one, two, three, eighty-nine?"
"I remember haha! I'm going to count now!"
"Ten hundred or trillions..."
The primitive people scratched their heads and scratched their heads one by one. Some people wrote it down through their strong memory, and some even gave the approximate numbers in their imaginations.
"More than 106,000 people!"
"How can it be so few? I think there must be at least fifty people here?"
"No, no, no, too many. I think there are only 20,000."
"You are so stupid...ten thousand is greater than nine hundred!"
"Smart? I have always been the smartest. There are estimated to be 13,610,000 of them here!"
Some primitive people began to recall what they had just said that morning, and they could not even remember the numbers.
Some primitive people remembered it all at once and were counting or calculating by their own methods.
And just about ten minutes later, Chen on the hill shouted: "It's over! It's over! It's useless to say anything now!"
As soon as he shouted these words, he saw about a dozen people flying out of the crowd, and then they were frightened and yelled.
There was a thin film similar to air on the soles of their feet, dragging them all the way behind Chen.
As for those who panicked, they were directly wrapped and flew over.
Seeing this scene, the people of all tribes had a deeper respect for God, and at the same time they also knew the result.
The result is that these sixteen people are the final result!
The chosen son of God!
The chosen son of mathematics!
The people of all tribes even looked at these sixteen people with a hint of awe as they looked at God.
They knew that these sixteen people had been selected to study mathematics.
These sixteen people in the future will definitely become stronger.
When you become stronger, you will have more say, more food, be liked by more female tribesmen, and give birth to more babies.
Those brats are all theirs!
Then, these cubs are taught "mathematics" by their father or mother, will have more food, be liked by more partners, and then give birth to more cubs!
If this continues, the power and food represented by the sixteen people at the top will become stronger and stronger!
but……
no way!
Even if it is magic, not everyone in the tribe can learn it. To learn it, you need qualifications, or in other words, talent.
Not to mention the more difficult and powerful mathematics.
Chen, who had finished his work, naturally waved away the clansmen who had distanced themselves, then turned around, looked at the sixteen people of different heights, men, women, old and young, nodded slightly and said: "Follow me.
"
The top of the mountain has been turned into a forbidden area by Chen, and only with his permission can the tribesmen go up the mountain.
At this time, Chen took the redwood scepter and led them forward.
On the top of the mountain, Lin Ke was standing in front of the stone house, waiting for them with a smile.
"My God! The chosen son of God has been brought!"
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