"The head hurts so much!" It seemed as if countless years had passed, and my mind was filled with countless strange scenes that seemed to have experienced in person, Moen woke up again. However, as soon as he opened his eyes, Moen forgot most of the scenes and only saw himself sinking into a vastness. There was flowing fog around, and his body was also composed of these fogs, like a legendary ghost.

"Where is this?" When he noticed his abnormality, Moon immediately forgot the pictures in his mind that looked very real but completely inconsistent with reality, and began to think about his situation.

"This is your sea of ​​consciousness." Accompanied by the sound as honest as Moen, but much heavier, the mist in front of Moen condensed into a tall, stunning figure holding a black banner.

"Demon Clan? Do you want to take over the body?" Looking at the strange character that suddenly appeared, Mo En was shocked and thought in panic. Although his status in the clan was not high, because he followed the tribal pharmacist Lu Qianming, Mo En also had a certain understanding of various legends of practice. Hearing the word "Sea of ​​Consciousness" and seeing the other party's shape that was very different from the human race, he immediately thought of the terrifying legend of the demon clan's body taking over. Among the rumors, there are also masters in the demon clan who can be compared with the elders of the temple. When they are in the end, they will choose to take over the body and reborn in the human race. Once they are taken over, not only will their souls be destroyed, but their body will also fall into the hands of others, and even hurt their own relatives. This is a very tragic ending. Therefore, subconsciously, Mo En's heart is full of vigilance.

"Tailure? It seems that Elder Lu is very knowledgeable and takes good care of you! But don't worry, I am not a demon clan, and I will not take your body." The Taurus opposite said with a smile: "Or, you are more likely to accept my image?" As he said, the Taurus became the human race. His appearance was very similar to Moen, but he looked seven or eight years older than Moen. If Moen was twenty years old, he would be like this.

"Can you know what I think? Do you know the mind of a Buddhist monk? And is your transformation technique the magic of the demon clan's magical power?" Mo En was startled at first, but when he saw the other party's gentle smile, he somehow relaxed his mood, and involuntarily relaxed his guard, and asked curiously.

"You know a lot. Don't guess it randomly. I am you, you are me, we are one. I will naturally know what you think, and I don't need any magical powers." The young man said with a smile.

Moen was slightly stunned. He just wanted to refute, but the pictures that appeared in his mind before began to emerge. Among these pictures, many of them were the image of the young man in front of him as the main character, and some were the image of the tauren just now as the core. Moen had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with these two images. Although he didn't know why, there was no doubt that Moen believed that he must have a deep connection with the person in front of him.

"You..., traveling through time, reincarnation, taurus shaman, six soul banner? What's going on? The head hurts so much!" When Moen wanted to think about those pictures carefully and find the memories represented by these pictures, his head suddenly felt severe pain, and his body began to become blurred.

"Oh, it still doesn't seem to work! Such a weak soul cannot carry real memories at all, let alone real integration!" Looking at Moen's pain, the young man sighed and put his hand on Moen's shoulder. A warm force flowed out of the young man's hands, helping Moen stabilize his soul.

"This time I was too anxious. You are far from growing up to being able to bear the truth. But since you have awakened the basic abilities of the shamans in your previous life by relying on your will, it means that the shaman's power is unrestricted in this world. I have prepared the shaman's primary practice technique, which should be able to withstand with your current spiritual strength. This set of techniques is much stronger than the powerful you practice now. Practice hard, and look forward to a day when you can truly meet you!" After saying that, the young man turned into fog again and merged into the surrounding vastness, and countless information suddenly appeared in Moen's mind. In the end, Moen only felt his head swelling and fainted again.

When Moen woke up again, he found that he was already in the tribe's tent. The one who was guarding him was his good friend Mo Bing. Seeing that Mo Bing's injuries had recovered, he should have been in a coma for a long time.

"It seems that I was really dreaming before." Seeing Mo Bing's familiar face and the familiar decorations around him, Moen breathed a sigh of relief and said in his heart. Although the strange memories before made Moen feel extremely friendly and almost thought it was real, the repeated coma experience was not so good after all. Now that he returned to reality, Moen was still very happy.

"Moen, you're awake! It's so great!" Mo Bing shouted excitedly when he saw Moen open his eyes. Leave his friends and run away. Although there is a completely correct reason to tell the past, Mo Bing still felt great guilt towards Moen. Now that he can see Moen wake up from a coma, Mo Bing is naturally extremely happy.

"Don't shout, if you call me again, I will be shocked by you." Moen looked at the excited Moen and said with a smile. He was able to escape a catastrophe and saw his friend care about him so much, and the honest Moen was extremely happy.

"Yes, yes, yes. You just woke up and are still very weak. You lie down first, but I will bring you some food." Mo Bing quickly lowered his voice and said to Moen with a smile.

"When you say that, I'm really hungry. How long have I been in a coma?" Moen asked, covering his stomach. Because of those strange dreams, Moen felt that he had passed hundreds of years and could not determine the current time at all.

"You have been in a coma for eight days. If you don't wake up tomorrow, you will tie you to the wooden camel beast and take you away." Mo Bing said with a smile: "Lying down first, I'll go."

"Is it just eight days? It seems that I was really dreaming before. But why is this dream so real?" Seeing Mo Bing turn around and leave the tent, Moen couldn't help but return to his previous dream, remembering the strange-looking tauren who was inexplicably familiar with. Although rationally speaking, Moen had already determined that this was just a ridiculous dream, he couldn't help but want to recall the details of the dream in his heart, hoping that all this was true.

"The wolf meat porridge is coming!" Just as Mo En was tangled in his dream, Mo Bing's cheerful voice came over. As soon as the tent door was lifted, Mo Bing walked in with a big wooden bowl.

"This is a meat porridge made from the meat of the wolf that almost killed us. After eating it, you will avenge yourself again!" After handing the bowl to Moen, Mo Bing said with a smile.

"Is this the meat of that wolf?" After swallowing a mouthful of fragrant meat porridge and feeling a warm current merge into his body, Moen remembered Mo Bing's words and asked in surprise. Before that, Moen's attention was still in the dream just now, and he completely ignored the life-and-death struggle with the wild wolf before, and forgot to ask himself how he came back safely.

"Yes! It seems that Elder Lu's judgment is really accurate. You really fainted after stimulating the potential to kill the wild wolf, and even forgot what you did in the end." Looking at Mo En's confused look, Mo Bing said with a smile.

"Tell me carefully, I really don't know what I did. How did I come back later?" Moen asked anxiously. At this time, Moen had already remembered the last blow he made, and also the term "root strike" and capacity method that emerged in his mind at that time. Combined with the strange dream before, Moen vaguely felt that things might be a bit difficult.

"It was Elder Lu who brought you back. Not long after I escaped, I met Elder Lu. When Elder Lu arrived, you were already unconscious. The wild wolf was also broken by you with a stick and died beside him. According to Elder Lu's judgment, you stimulated all your potential at the moment when you were about to be bitten to death by the wild wolf, and you also fell into a coma because of the excessive potential consumption. After stabilizing your body with true energy, Elder Lu collected the stone bone grass and brought you and the corpse of the wild wolf back." Mo Bing explained patiently.

"So that's it. I really want to thank Elder Lu this time. By the way, Miss, is she okay?" After sighing slightly, Moen immediately asked anxiously again. He had never woken up from the shock brought by the dream before. Now that he had figured out the situation, Moen immediately remembered the pearl he liked.

"Don't worry, Miss, she's fine." Seeing the anxious expression on Moen's face, Mo Bing replied bitterly. Although he was only twelve years old, the boys on the grassland were quite precocious and their hearts had begun to sensation. In fact, at the beginning, Moen and Mo Bing knew each other's feelings for Miss Mingzhu. This time Moen sacrificed himself to save people must have left a deep impression on Mingzhu. Correspondingly, Mo Bing had fewer opportunities. Although he knew that he should not be jealous, Mo Bing's heart was still a little sour.

"It's fine." Moen breathed a long sigh and felt relaxed, but after seeing the gloomy face on Mo Bing, he felt a little unbearable. After struggling for a long time, Moen could no longer say anything. And Mo Bing no longer had the interest to talk. The two of them sat silently, with only the snoring of Moen swallowing meat porridge in the tent.

"Are Moen here?" Just as Moen finished eating the meat porridge and was thinking about how to talk about Mingzhu to Mo Bing, a friend, a slightly cold voice came from outside the tent. As the words fell, a young man in a silver leather dress stepped into the tent.

"Captain Mo!" As soon as he saw the visitor, Mo Bing immediately stood up. Mo En wanted to get up, but in the end he was unable to succeed. However, the respect and admiration in his eyes were obvious.

This person who is called Captain Mo is not someone else, but Mingzhu's brother, Mo Hua, the second son of Mo Hua, the chief of the Shiniu tribe. Mo Hua is not only able to gain the respect of Moen and Mo Bing, Mo Hua relies on his identity as the son of the chief. Although there are several classes within the Shiniu tribe, the status gap between each class is not very obvious, and his status will change with the change of strength. It is impossible to scare people just the identity of a son of the chief.

What Mo Hua really respected Moen and Mo Bing, two young men who are considered outstanding among the younger generation, was his own talent and hard work. Mo Hua, who was just sixteen years old this year, has advanced to the ninth level of warrior not long ago, becoming the number one master among several elders in the clan, and is in charge of a hunting team composed of young people in the clan, becoming one of the three captains in the clan. And if Mo Hua can maintain his current progress speed, he may advance to the innate level soon and become a real warrior or even a monk. This qualification makes Mo Hua a well-deserved idol among young people in the clan.

"Mo Bing is here too! I want to say something to Moen alone, is it OK?" After nodding and responding to the two, Mo Hua said lightly. Faced with the respect of the two, Mo Hua did not show his arrogance of keeping others from afar, nor did he responded too enthusiastically. Instead, he accepted the respect calmly, and then gave unquestionable orders in a peaceful tone.

"Of course." Mo Bing's expression changed for a moment. After looking at Mo En, he nodded and turned around and left the tent.

"I want to thank you for this incident. If you hadn't sacrificed your life to fight, Mingzhu might not have been able to come back alive. My brother, I will definitely repay you!" After Mo Bing left, Mo Hua solemnly said to Mo En.

"I should..." Moen blushed and stuttered. When he sacrificed his life for Mingzhu before, Moen didn't think too much. He rushed up like a boy who was blinded by love. Now, Moen was so nervous about thanking Mo Hua so seriously.

"But if you think you have the chance to marry Mingzhu like this, you're a big mistake!" Before Mo En finished speaking, Mo Hua's second sentence had already been released.

"I...I don't want to marry..." When he heard this, Moen seemed to be hit by a blow and was stunned for a moment. After a moment of stunned stuttering, he retorted stammeringly.

"People must see their position clearly. Mingzhu is the little princess of our Shiniu tribe. In the future, whether you marry other tribes or recruit son-in-law in Huangyun City, those who can match her must be outstanding talents! Although you have some talent in medicinal materials, you have no qualifications to compete before becoming a real pharmacist. So I hope you don't have any unreasonable thoughts, nor do you do anything that affects Mingzhu's judgment." Mo Hua ignored Mo En's explanation at all and continued calmly.

"Then what Captain Mo wants me to do, please speak directly!" At this point, Mo En had completely understood Mo Hua's intention. While feeling extremely wronged, a sense of arrogance also emerged in Mo En's heart. How could a young man with a passionate blood ignore such obvious contempt?

"Leave Elder Lu and join the hunting brigade, I will teach you the Stone Niu Kung Fu." Mo Hua said calmly. Compared to the Manniu Kung Fu that everyone in the clan can practice, the core technique of the Stone Niu Kung Fu tribe is undoubtedly much more profound. If you keep practicing Manniu Kung Fu, basically the ninth-level warrior is at its peak. Unless you have special circumstances, it is difficult to break through the innate. As long as you have enough talent, you will have a great hope of breaking through the innate. And after advancing the innate, you can still continue to practice the Stone Niu Kung Fu until you reach the ninth level of the innate. It is difficult for people who have made great contributions in the clan to be taught. Mo Hua offered this condition, on the one hand, to isolate Moen and Mingzhu, but on the other hand, he did not want outsiders to talk about anything. After all, using the Stone Niu Kung Fu to repay Moen's efforts is not considered sting. As for whether it will affect Moen's future, Mo Hua did not think much about it.

"I don't need Shiniu Gong!" Moen said stubbornly. Moen instinctively wanted to refuse such things that were similar to charity.

"Okay, this condition can be changed, but you must leave Elder Lu and join the hunting brigade!" Mo Hua frowned and said deeply. In Mo Hua's opinion, Mo En's rejection may be a matter of not giving up on Mingzhu, so he must cut off his absolute thoughts.
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