Chapter 55 The Failed Educator

Everyone has his or her own mission, and each generation has its own mission, and even each nation and race has its own mission.

The Fifth Xuan knew that his mission was to take good care of the people of the Fire Tribe, so even if he wanted to live with the people of the Fire Tribe, he would not joke with their lives.

Although the fourth-generation witch was smart, he could not yet comprehend the concept of mission. He just instinctively wanted to stay with the totem, and it was not his fault.

Totems and witches complement each other, and both depend on each other and are close to each other.

The fourth-generation witch was still young, and he could not control this instinctive desire, so when they met again, he still stubbornly wanted to stay, thinking that hiding in the cave could avoid the enemy's search.

The Fifth Xuan naturally refused without hesitation. He could not let the life and death of the Fire Tribe depend on the negligence of the enemy.

The two parted unhappily again, and this time it was the fourth generation witch who took the initiative to cut off the connection.

His action certainly made the Fifth Xuan so angry that he jumped up and down, and the little bastard was happy for a long time because of this - he always thought that the Fifth Xuan was invincible in his mouth, and he didn't expect that he could also be fooled.

However, after jumping up and down, the Fifth Xuan laughed for a while.

This generation of witches only came to the Yin Yang Eyes a few times, and they were able to cut off the connection on their own. Such a talent, how could the Fifth Xuan not be happy.

For this, he also complained to God for a while, such a talent is not easy to get, and he didn't know how long it would take for him to meet such a smart witch again.

However, he could only educate such a smart guy for two years, and he could only have two classes a week - Wu Xuan wanted to have more classes, but considering that the tribesmen needed to hunt and gather, and the sacrificial dance was also a physical job, he could only reduce the frequency.

And the next month made Wu Xuan realize that he had thought too much about the class.

The fourth generation witch was so angry that he didn't hold the sacrificial dance for a month, which made Wu Xuan so angry that he jumped to his feet, and he didn't laugh afterwards, which made the little turtle think he was crazy.

After another month, the fourth generation witch finally contacted him again, but the little bullied look directly resolved Wu Xuan's intention to teach him a lesson - time was short, so he should not waste it on venting his anger, this was his self-comfort.

"I've calculated that you come twice a week for two years. Although this will make the entire tribe tired, our meeting is more important to the tribe."

Diwu Xuan used his mental power to rub the head of the bullied person, constantly transmitting his will.

"I originally wanted to teach you a profound language, but I think you can't say dead enemies with your mouth, so forget it."

"Excluding the language, I think what you need most is to improve your survival ability, and then plan to come back to me one day in the future."

The fourth generation witch was confused by the first sentence and the first half of this sentence, and did not raise his head, but the second half of the sentence made the fourth generation witch raise his head.

"Wuwuwuwuwu..."

He asked anxiously, can he come back?

"Of course I can come back, but only after I am strong enough and can go back to the upper world. Look at this Ba Xia below me... that little turtle... Hey, why are you biting me, hey hey hey..." After

a while of comforting Ba Xia, the Fifth Xuan spoke again.

"When he grows up, he will take me up there. By then, I will be a walking totem. We can run together and stay away from the powerful dragon tribe."

This statement finally made the fourth generation witch happy, and he began to listen carefully to the Fifth Xuan's opinion.

"The way to improve survival ability is naturally through force, that is, the ability to fight. As for me, I know a little bit of Jeet Kune Do, which is an incredible Kung Fu."

"Woo woo woo..."

"What is Kung Fu? It is the most powerful fighting method in the world."

"Woo woo woo..."

"It's useless even if you want to learn. My Jeet Kune Do... is done with bare hands. Considering the high risk of catching a blade with bare hands, I won't teach you Kung Fu."

The Fifth Xuan squinted at the Fourth Generation Wizard, afraid that he would show disdain on his face.

He couldn't teach the language, and he couldn't teach Kung Fu. It would be embarrassing to say that he was neither good at literature nor martial arts.

But he had no choice. Language teaching was too difficult, and time was limited, so he didn't want to play tricks.

As for Kung Fu, he only knew the basics of Jeet Kune Do. It was too fantastic to rely on this to fight primitive people holding stone axes.

In his sight, the fourth generation witch still had a serious face, without any contempt, but from the spiritual power of the two people, he still felt a slight... disdain.

"I knew you were a drama queen. Tell me, did you travel through time? Did you travel through time?"

The fifth Xuanqi roared, and then he saw the little guy with a silly face and started acting again.

Forcibly suppressing the old blood in his chest, the fifth Xuan began to talk about his next teaching content.

"Although I can't teach you language and kung fu, I can teach you a more powerful skill, which is... the art of war."

When he listened to logical thinking, he was recommended a book about war [Killing and Culture]. He thought it was interesting and bought it. He read it hastily and remembered some of the content.

He wanted to teach the fourth generation of witches what was in there. Although it was a little complicated, he would teach as much as he could. The upgrade of the way of war must have a great effect on primitive people.

Diwu Xuan always remembered a sentence in the book: The fate of civilization depends on the victory or defeat of war.

He regarded this sentence as the truth. For thousands of years, the history of China was determined by important battles. The same is true for

the Fire Tribe. Along the way, every defeat was a migration, which led to the unfortunate fate of the Fire Tribe.

He must let the fourth generation of witches face up to war. There is no good result for a nation that compromises. Only a nation that fights in blood and fire has the qualifications to survive in the world.

"Wuwuwu, Wuwuwuwu?"

The fourth generation wizard looked at the fifth Xuan in confusion. The art of war, this was too abstract something for him to understand.

In the following time, Diwu Xuan began to try to explain to him the most basic military content, such as formation, training, and formation.

Time passed slowly. After three interruptions, the primitive people above could not stand it anymore and fell to the ground one after another, dancing a sacrificial dance, which was more tiring than hunting.

When the sacrificial dance stopped, the contact between the two would be interrupted. Diwu Xuan didn't know how much the fourth-generation witch had learned, but he thought that these advanced training methods would always be useful.

There is no difference between the primitive people's combat and large-scale group combat. If a group of advanced militarized troops suddenly appeared, they would be invincible on the battlefield without the participation of totem warriors.

However, in fact, he thought too much again.

The fourth generation witch sat on the edge of the cliff in a daze, his mind in a mess, and he had no idea what the Fifth Xuan was talking about.

For primitive people, the content of the Fifth Xuan's talk was... too complicated.

Whether from his choice of knowledge or from his teaching method, the Fifth Xuan was an absolute failure educator.

Author's words: The filming is finished, and the chapters will be supplemented from today. There will be three updates today, and this is the first update