Primitive Tribe Adventure

Until Fengyun defeated all the challengers, the challengers still provided him with golden light. Although the number has been reduced a lot, some are better than none.

Not to mention, the effect of the golden light they provide now is very powerful, even if the quantity is small, it will not be much worse than the golden light they previously provided to him.

The gambling game was all over, and everyone still didn't go to eat, they were still gesturing on the chessboard, with an unfinished look.

"Don't worry, everyone. It is not an overnight thing to become a master of Go. Eat first. After dinner, you can go back. You have been out for a long time."

Feng Yun saw the performance of everyone in his eyes and nodded secretly. If they can really put their minds on Go, it will indeed help him improve his character, but he still decided to interrupt them and let them go away.

As he said, they have been away long enough, and if they don't go back, they will be suspicious.

"Ok."

Everyone responded, and reluctantly greeted the folks in the opera garden to put the food on the table, but it was already cold.

They don't care, eating cold rice is nothing to them, they have all eaten raw meat.

Feng Yun found that they were not paying attention when eating, and from time to time they would cast their eyes on the chessboard set aside. Obviously their minds were still on it.

Among them, the most obsessed person even forgets to deliver the food to the mouth.

After half an hour, all the teachers who received the training finally left, leaving only Fengyun and Mulanzhi in the huge courtyard.

Mulanzhi will go back later, and there will be no problems, because Mu Qiuxia will cover her.

In fact, Mu Qiuxia also participated in the training, but she was not in this group.

"Yun, if it weren't for us, let's have another game."

Mulanzhi looked at Fengyun, suddenly smiled on her face, moved the chessboard between her and Fengyun, and said, "Don't let me go. Let me take the black first."

"no problem."

Feng Yun agreed without thinking.

Snapped!

Mulanzhi was also very simple, did not speak any more, and directly placed a piece on the chessboard.

Next, the two started a battle for you on the chessboard, which was so lively.

Down down, Feng Yun's expression changed.

What he originally thought he would win soon did not happen.

Although Mulanzhi is still a lot worse than him in chess, it is still far better than those challengers.

Even if he is pressing hard, it is almost impossible to win in time.

It took more than half an hour for Fengyun to win.

Although afterwards, Mulanzhi's defeat was complete, and there was almost no chance of a comeback, but she was able to hold on for so long, still somewhat beyond his expectations.

"Lady Laneige, your talent is so good."

After Mulanzhi gave in, Feng Yun couldn't help but let out a sincere admiration.

"Are you laughing at me? I have already lost to you."

A touch of shame appeared on Mulanzhi's face.

"No, no, no. Don't get me wrong."

Seeing that Mulanzhi had misunderstood, Fengyun quickly explained: "I really praise you. If you don't believe me, compare your performance with those who challenged me. Your performance is much better than them. . In addition, I was able to defeat you because I came into contact with Go much earlier than you. I believe that in the near future, you will be able to defeat me."

"Really? You didn't lie to me?"

Mulanzhi immediately replied with anger.

"Of course it's true. How could I lie about this kind of thing."

Feng Yun immediately made a guarantee.

In fact, he did not lie to her, he really believed that Mulan could defeat him. He has already seen from her performance that she does have a very strong talent,

And in many cases, especially in projects involving intelligence, talent is really important, so important that hard work can no longer erase the gap.

In many cases, diligence can make up for one's weakness. This sentence is simply comforting. It seems that a talented person will not work hard.

In fact, in the world before he traveled, there were many people who were obviously talented and worked very hard. The most obvious example is those students from prestigious schools, which can work harder than those from ordinary schools.

In this case, how can people with poor talents catch up?

Those who confess the words of diligence to make up for the clumsiness may not be ignorant of the real situation, but they are unwilling to admit it, or pretend to be confused and fool others.

"I will go back now."

Mulanzhi grabbed the chessboard, put the chess pieces and the jar into the bag, and turned around and left.

"Do you want to beat me so soon?"

Feng Yun felt a little sour.

"Yeah. Didn't you tell us. Don't waste your talents, otherwise you will be irresponsible to yourself."

Mulanzhi waved his hand at Fengyun, and soon disappeared from Fengyun's vision.

Feng Yun did not leave, put his arms on the table, supported his chin with both hands, and did not move.

He didn't think about anything, he was just in a daze.

It took about half an hour before he got up, went to the backyard, and left through the tunnel.

Back home, the house was already lit, and Fenghong and Fengzhu were not asleep, obviously they were waiting for him to come back.

"Yun, why are you back so late today? Did something happen?"

As soon as he entered the door, Fenghong greeted him with concern.

"It's okay. It's just that some people challenged me. I beat them and it took some time."

"Yeah. There are still people in the tribe who dare to challenge you?"

Feng Zhu showed a surprised expression, and asked: "Who is it that is so overpowering?"

Feng Hong also looked at Feng Yun, obviously she was also quite curious.

"It's not what you think. They challenged me on Go."

"Go? The Go you are making whenever you have time these days?"

"Yes. After I taught everyone how to play and the rules, someone challenged me. Here, these are the prizes I won."

With that said, Feng Yun took out a bag of animal skins from Qiankun's bag and threw it directly on the table with a crisp clash.

"It seems that the bet is not small."

Fengzhu made a judgment based on the fullness of the animal skin purse.

"They win me and I give them fifty dollars. I win them and they give me ten dollars."

With that, Feng Yun stood up and walked to the study. Before the provisional, he pointed to the money bag and said, "The money in the bag, you and Sister Hong will divide them. One person and half."

"Ok."

Fengzhu and Fenghong did not refuse.

They know Fengyun's family background very well, knowing that he is very, very rich. Although he won a lot of prizes this time, it is still a fraction of his worth.

Feng Yun entered the study, took a rest, and then took the manuscript and started writing.

After he writes for a while, he will stop, as if thinking about how to write next, but in fact, he is searching for memories.

After some thinking, he decided to take another way to train the teachers, specifically, telling them stories.

He wants to let them understand the related content of Xinxing practice through storytelling.

Compared to boring explanations, there is no doubt that storytelling is undoubtedly more attractive, but it is not easy for him to tell good stories.

Even before he crossed, his brain had memorized a lot of information, including a lot of stories, some of which were more suitable for the theme, but he could not directly use them, because of different backgrounds, he must modify them .

In the process of transformation, he tried his best to make the story easy to understand, because his focus has gone beyond the teachers he wants to train and has expanded to the entire Golden Dragon tribe.

Through the performance of the teachers, he already knew that it would be very difficult for him to implement xinxing cultivation throughout the tribe.

Being able to become a school teacher is much better than the average person in all aspects. They learn and understand the knowledge of xinxing cultivation so hard, so the performance of other people is absolutely not good, at least it is impossible to be better than them.

In other words, when he really promotes the course of xinxing practice in the entire Golden Dragon tribe, he will encounter very big resistance, and the biggest obstacle is to figure out the relevant content of xinxing practice.

This is what Fengyun Institute absolutely does not want to see, so he pinned his hopes on a series of stories he compiled.

Therefore, they are very attentive to these stories, and at the same time they have quite high requirements, and they have almost done their word for word.

In this case, his speed of compiling stories slowed down. In many cases, a few nights may not be able to compile a story that satisfies him.

But even so, he still didn't lower his request, because he knew very well that the collection of stories he compiled this time is likely to begin to circulate throughout the Golden Dragon tribe, and the audience is likely to be more than "Dangkou Biography".

These stories are also different from "Dang Kou Zhuan", the latter will be finished, while the former has to play an enlightenment role. If it is wrong at the beginning, his goal will be difficult to achieve.

I don't know what happened today. Fengyun wrote and wrote, and it was difficult to satisfy him. With the passage of time, the paper **** on the ground have become more and more, and they are all versions of the story that he is not satisfied with.

"Write another draft, if it fails, give up temporarily. Write it tomorrow."

Feng Yun took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and after it was exhausted, he picked up the pen again and started to write.

Perhaps influenced by his mentality, he found that his writing was exceptionally smooth this time, and his choice of words and sentences made him quite satisfied.

However, just when he was preparing to write the story in one breath, after all, it was rare to see him in such a good state at this time, but an accident occurred.

He suddenly saw a golden light appearing on top of his head, and it landed on his head, more accurately the top of his head.

Ding Ding Ding...

Then a crisp crash sounded in his ears.

He was engrossed in writing the story, and this sudden movement shocked him and broke his state at the same time.

He took a deep breath before suppressing the urge to scold his mother. Although he already knew what had happened, it was the golden light that appeared again, flew towards him, and touched the halo that ran out of him.

He raised his head, and as expected, a little golden light passed directly through the roof and fell towards him.

"Who is providing me with golden light?"

After the initial anger, Feng Yun couldn't help but became curious again, and soon had an idea to find out.

After thinking for a while, he stretched his hand to the back of his head and patted it lightly, and then a figure emerged from the top of his head and landed in front of him, exactly the same as him.

Really his true spirit.

There is no difference between his current true spirit and himself, even if he reaches the same level as Fengyun, he is still unable to distinguish it.

Feng Yun nodded at Zhen Ling, and it immediately ran to the window, and before he was really close to the window, the window opened by itself.

As soon as the figure flashed, he passed through the window. The next second, the window closed by itself without making any sound.

Feng Yu watched Zhen Ling leave or, and refocused his energy on composing the story, but he soon stopped writing.

Although he can continue to compile, but the level of writing can no longer meet his requirements, at least there is a lot of gap between the first half of the story he has written.

Continue to write it down, it will give people a sense of continuation.

So he waited quietly, waiting for the true spirit to return, and told him the information he had found. He was quite curious. Compared with compiling a story book, Jin Guang was obviously more important in his eyes.

Zhen Ling did not let Feng Yun wait for a long time. After only half an hour, he appeared in front of Feng Yun again, nodded slightly to him, and turned into a shadow, drilling from the top of his head. Went in.

After a while, Feng Yun accepted all the information that Zhen Ling had found, and then he knew who the golden light came from this time and why it appeared?

The actual situation is much simpler than he thought.

The identity of the person who provided him with golden light is not complicated. In fact, he had just separated from them not long ago.

They are the teachers who have received his training this time.

As for why they provided him with golden light, it was because they were all playing scores, relying on their own memory to restore the chess he and them played step by step.

Perhaps for ordinary people, this is not an easy task, but they do not have any difficulty in doing it.

After becoming a totem warrior, people will improve in all aspects, including memory, and every time they upgrade, they will usher in a new round of improvement.

In addition, they played chess with Fengyun for a short period of time, which greatly reduced the amount of memory.

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