In fact, it was unlikely that the fish could be shipped back to Poseidon City. It would take more than ten days to get back to Poseidon City by sea from this port, and the fish would have already gone bad.
Unless, you have the magical drug of the Qinghai tribe, which can make prey as big as Kun fish dazed and unable to struggle, and can be transported in the sea without dying.
However, that kind of drug is a secret recipe passed down from the ancestors of the great witch of the Qinghai tribe, and it is impossible to sell it to other tribes.
It doesn’t matter. Failure in exploration is always inevitable. Ma Yue still comforted Huoshi.
Ma Yue had no reason to worry since he hadn't found the enemy tribe behind the plot. He was used to the enemy's attention being on the Sea Tribe. As long as the Sea Tribe did its best and strengthened itself, that was the key.
After going through so much trouble, Ma Yue returned to Xi'an and the autumn harvest was over.
This bumper harvest in Xi'an finally helped us get through the difficult period.
The second priest is really old, and his face is full of wrinkles when he smiles.
The charlatan has arrived, and the three main leaders of Stone City have gathered together for a gathering. Ma Yue no longer needs to practice, so he can have a few days of fun with everyone, which can be regarded as a celebration of the great harvest of Xi'an distribution.
As for Longlin City, there was no urgent message from the Red Feather, which meant that Donghai Island had no intention of dealing with the Sea Tribe for the time being.
Now that Lingma and Wangcai are back, let's go. Xi'an Distribution has also weathered its difficult period, so there's nothing to worry about. As for where Lingma and Wangcai want to go, just follow them. Ma Yue doesn't have any specific goals right now; traveling is something he enjoys quite spontaneously. As for when his heart is ready, and how long it will take, that's uncertain.
The spirit horse runs very fast, and the horse can jump on the back of the spirit horse and go wherever it wants.
Gradually, Ma Yue discovered that the spirit horse had returned to the river's mouth and continued upstream. What was it doing? Returning to the Fathead Fish Tribe? Was it craving another big fish?
It doesn’t matter. The spirit horse can gallop in the river without having to jump or waste energy.
Such a vast river, it turns out, has no ice cover in winter. The spirit horse ran into the settlement of the Fathead Fish Tribe. There were no people here anymore. As for the old and weak people of the Fathead Fish Tribe who were abandoned by the Sea Tribe, where did they go? Who cared?
Ma Yue prefers seafood to fish. There's none here, alright! I'll just make do with fish.
Ma Yue couldn't figure out why the spirit horse came back for the time being, so he left it to you. The spirit horse couldn't speak.
"Slippery..."
Oh my god! It turns out this guy is having sex. A tall horse is galloping over and is entangled with the spirit horse. He has even started doing things that are not suitable for children.
You bastard, just go find a wife if you want to, why do you have to bring me here?
Ma Yue returned to the cave. The winter here was not cold. Ordinary people probably didn't even need a fur coat. They could just stay here for the winter.
Ma Yue was numb. How many days had it been like this? I don't know where all these horses came from. They seemed to be quite spiritual. The spiritual horses were like local emperors, taking turns to visit them every day. This guy, he wasn't like this before, why did he suddenly become so arrogant?
That's not right. Where did so many spiritual horses come from? To put it bluntly, these horses can also be considered monsters, although their cultivation is very low.
You scoundrel, you're eating fish right now.
The chief of the Grass Carp Tribe came. I don’t know how these guys knew that Ma Yue was coming, but they actually brought people to bring food to Ma Yue enthusiastically.
Not only rabbit meat, but also some game. Are you a primitive man? How can you survive if you don’t know how to hunt?
It's just that communicating is too difficult. Ma Yue is also bored, so he just wants to find someone to chat with.
"Huh? Carrots! There are actually... carrots here!" Ma Yue looked at the food sent by the chief of the Grass Carp Tribe in surprise. The carrots were quite big.
"Where did it come from?" They had been communicating for so many days. Ma Yue was a cultivator, so as long as he wanted to communicate, it was much easier than for ordinary people.
The chief of the Grass Carp tribe pointed to the jungle to the north.
A carrot in the forest? Is that possible?
The chief of the Grass Carp Tribe gestured and said that these carrots were for the rabbits to eat.
Is that right? How can such a big rabbit only eat grass?
The chief of the Grass Carp Tribe said that these carrots were actually wild in the jungle.
Ma Yue curiously followed the chief of the Grass Carp Tribe into the large jungle in the north. This guy actually knew that there were carrots in the jungle on the Fathead Fish Tribe's side.
After walking and walking, we came to a valley. Is this the right thing to do? The dense jungle blocked out the sky and there was no sunlight. How could radishes grow?
People! A lot of people. Ma Yue had a good memory. Some of the people here were the old and weak remnants of the Fathead Fish Tribe. It turned out that they had all migrated here.
Carrots aren't just for rabbits; the natives aren't stupid either; they like carrots, too. After all, it's food, so you won't starve to death, right? Are the big fish in the river that easy to catch? The able-bodied men of the Fathead Fish Tribe were all captured by the Sea Tribe, leaving the old and weak of the Fathead Fish Tribe to migrate here and eat carrots.
The chief of the Grass Carp Tribe seemed to be very familiar with the indigenous chiefs here, and they communicated very happily.
Are there a lot of radishes here? Let's call this... the Radish Tribe for now (it's easy to remember). The head of the Radish Tribe warmly welcomed Ma Yue.
Aboriginal, their language skills are too poor. It turns out that these carrots are not wild at all, but are grown by the carrot tribe themselves.
It's quite interesting. There's not even any copper tools here. Do they use chicken feathers to farm?
Oh my god! Watching the Radish Tribe's leader's gestures, Ma Yue was reminded of the early White Mist Tribe. That wasn't farming at all, just poking a hole in the ground with a stick, and planting something so crude?
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