The sacrifice is over.

The gods say that the system has not yet been established, so they can only offer sacrifices once a year on the 15th day of July to protect themselves from ghosts and gods, so the tribe is relatively relaxed.

"The sacrifices this time are a bit small. The gods don't say anything. As people in the world, we should take this as a warning and make sure to gather three sacrifices next time."

"Yes."

Everyone responded.

Zhang Qi asked everyone to retreat and thought in the dark.

In terms of surnames, most of the surnames in this area, including the Zhang family, are Mi, and Zhang is his surname. Now the tribe is the Xiong family, so he can change his name to Xiong Qi.

Of course, he was unwilling to change and kept the Zhang family name in order to inherit the Zhang family.

Zhang Qi must take back what he lost with his own hands.

The next day, everyone who witnessed the favor of the gods and killed the bear and shared its food gained unprecedented cohesion.

Gradually expand to the area around Danshui.

The total number of savages in this area is at least over ten thousand. Organize them, build houses, open up wasteland, and settle down. You will have at least a thousand soldiers ready to fight.

In the Sanjing area, the Zuo family only has three thousand soldiers, which is more than enough to take down the Zhang family and avenge them.

With Tang Ping's help, Zhang Qi gained a lot of unprecedented knowledge.

Management, distribution, manufacturing, organization... are all secret knowledge in this wilderness area and even among the big families.

Now used to deal with savages, it is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.

Zhang Qi remembered a sentence: if two things are done well, a country will be established.

July 15th has not yet passed, and the outside world is still fighting.

There is a cave deep in the mountain.

Passing through the dark cave entrance, the cave belly flashes with colorful lights, and there are stone tables, stone chairs, and stone beds inside.

The glowing thing is a type of mica.

A white-haired old man is sitting in front of the stone seat, carefully grinding the mica into powder, and then adding in materials such as silica, realgar, onion juice, etc.

If Tang Ping were here, he would know that the person in front of him is Old Man Gongsun.

Old man Gongsun is refining a more advanced longevity recipe, which is also the foundation of spiritual practice.

Mica is the mother of clouds.

Ancient gods took it to live forever. Of course, it is impossible to live forever by eating mica dry, and special materials are needed to prepare it.

He is not afraid of others stealing lessons. Just watching the process is useless. There is no special method for refining qi, and taking mica medicine is useless.

Gongsun Yunzi lived more than 180 years.

He became famous as a young man and was quite magical. The big clan of Jing Kingdom sent people to recruit him many times, but they were all rejected. Later, he came to value the Zuo family mountain range, so he came to live in seclusion here. The condition was to refine a mica recipe for the Zuo family every once in a while.

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"Cough cough cough..."

At this time, old man Gongsun coughed violently, his voice was like iron, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and there was a thick smell of sulfur in his blood.

He hurriedly took the mica. After a while, his face flushed, his complexion improved a lot, and the tattoos on his skin regained their luster.

He wiped the blood, listening to the howling of ghosts and wolves not far away, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Tang Shen..."

The name almost came out through gritted teeth.

Old man Gongsun took out a jade pendant and rubbed it carefully, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Time waits for no one."

Old man Gongsun sighed.

Cultivation is difficult, and if you want to break through, revenge is not easy.

For some reason, he thought of a very interesting young man with excellent understanding.

It's a pity that I'm just too lazy.

Cultivation itself is competing with heaven for destiny. You can't miss a minute or a second. You will waste time and regret it when you run out of time.

The person that Old Man Gongsun was thinking about was lying under the shade of the tree, watching the little frog perform.

I saw the frog throw the lotus leaf hat, then jump up, step on the lotus leaf hat, jump forward three meters, the lotus leaf hat automatically returned to the top of the head, and then was thrown out again, and stepped on it again.

Five times in a row, the frog formed a small dot in the air, and then slowly fell. When it was about to land, it threw out the hat and stepped on the hat to land smoothly.

"Okay!! It's too strong!"

Tang Ping stood up and applauded. It would be nice to have a little more variety in an ordinary life, but there is no point in being miserable and resentful all day long.

"Quack."

The frog's little eyes flashed with pride.

"Let's take a rest after eating." Tang Ping took out the ghost rice. After one ghost and one frog ate, the frog went back to rest, while Tang Ping looked at the banyan tree and remained motionless for a while.

"Seems like I've grown taller?"

The amplitude is very small, estimated to be less than one centimeter.

As the god of the banyan tree, Tang Ping can naturally feel that banyan trees more than 20 meters high generally will not grow anymore. What happened when they suddenly grew taller today?

I have never been in this situation in the past ten years.

Tang Ping thought for a long time and suddenly thought of something.

"Could it be that eating the tributes from mortal sacrifices will strengthen the underworld contract?"

Tang Ping thought.

This was the only possibility. He opened his Dharma Eyes and saw the khaki earth energy in the ground, gathering faintly to form a certain shape, which seemed to be the shape of a dragon.

"As expected."

Tang Ping suddenly realized that this was the function of sacrifice in the underworld.

For ordinary ghosts, sacrifices in the world are a great tonic; for underground masters, they have an additional function of improving the underworld contract.

If the banyan tree continues to grow, will it break through to the underworld?

What is the function of underground earth energy forming a snake shape?

It seems that Tang Ping's own development of Mingqi is quite rudimentary, and it is not just as simple as these few functions.

This time the amplitude is smaller, probably because the sacrificial ceremony is not very formal. Once you have the three animals and Shen Yu, it will probably be faster.

"Speaking of which, next time we conclude a contract with the underworld, can we also conclude a contract with the land of the earth?"

The master of the underground, the master of the underground, isn’t the land in the world also the earth?

Except for the first day of time travel, Tang Ping had never really been in contact with the underworld. He didn't even know about the mortal cities and related forces, and knew nothing about them.

Mainly he is a ghost who doesn't want to take risks.

Even if I go out, I won't run around. I will stay for a while at most and then go back if no prey comes to me.

After all, compared to a small profit, he still thinks that the local strategy is important.

Even if you know that human sacrifice can increase the underworld contract and develop different things, you will not rush to take risks and look for opportunities.

It seems like I can only live for a day or two.

Tang Ping still has more than a hundred years to live, so take everything slowly and make steady progress.

So...

"Improve your proficiency first, and then take a nap."

Tang Ping entered the wooden house.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong...

The moment the door closed, a sound of knocking wooden fish suddenly sounded from outside.

Wow!

He opened the door, and there was no one outside. The grass and trees were shaking slightly, as if something had rushed in.

Close the door.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong dong... the funny sound of knocking wooden fish was heard, and there was even the sound of knocking gong.

This time, Tang Ping did not open the door. He sneaked into the banyan tree and saw the outside world instantly.

Bang!

He suddenly opened the door and saw numerous ghost figures in front of him.

The leading ghost is short, probably two heads shorter than me.

The head is round, wearing a tiger skin hat, the eyes are very small, about the size of a mung bean, the nose is black, and there are three black hairs on the left and right sides.

It turned out to be a rat spirit, making tiptoeing movements at this moment.

Next to him are six smaller rat ghosts, holding gongs and wooden fish-like instruments, surrounded by ordinary ghost soldiers.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong...

As the rhythm sounded, the rat spirit took the lead, and a group of ghosts and ghosts walked towards the wooden house in surprisingly unison.

At this time, he bumped into Tang Ping.

"Who are you?" Tang Ping asked.
Chapter completed!