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Wu Meng smiled and said: "This water melon looks very fresh, it should have been picked just this morning, and it will take a few days before it can be eaten, silly Ning Miao."

"Ah?" Ning Miao became interested instead, "How long can I keep it?"

"If you don't cut it, it's fine to put it in Huayue next year." Wumeng thought for a while, and added, "Water melon is a specialty of Fengsha City. Pick it up and store it for four or five days. It's crispy and sweet when eaten raw. It's usually used to feed animal slaves." , and some females like it too."

Hearing the word beast slave, Ning Miao felt upset for a while, and held up a watermelon to hide his heavy face, "Do you have seeds? I want to get some back and plant them, and I can always eat in the snow and moon."

"It's everywhere outside the city. His Highness said that this thing has deep roots and is afraid of endangering the underground river. Every year, people will be organized to clean it up. If you want it, I'll ask the street department. Is there any old stuff accumulated last year?" Vine." Wu Meng was puzzled, "Put the old vines of water melons in the sand and water them with water, and they will grow a large area in ten days. Do you really want it?"

Ning Miao said: "Yes, there is nothing to grow in the Zhengchou sandy land. You are grass, but I am treasure."

"alright."

Xiong Er came in with a pottery pot and poured water to make tea. Big and small pottery bowls filled the whole table. Ning Miao took out a honey bottle and divided each bowl. The corners of his mouth kept twitching, "Honghong, close the door."

In the small room, Baiyi, Ning Miao, and Wumeng were sitting and drinking tea, while the two Yu tribe males brought by Beetle, Xiong Er, Xiaojiao, Honghong, Dashan, Baihuo, and Wumeng were standing and drinking tea .

The tea is boiling hot, and the whole room is blowing and sucking water.

"The first fight in the morning the day after tomorrow, all ethnic groups want to win the first prize." Wu Meng picked up the tea bowl and said, "Bai Yi, Ning Miao, what are your plans?"

"Ning said, in the first match, Xiong Da, Xiong Er, Xiao Jiao, Hong Hong." Bai Yi pointed to Wu Meng one by one, "This, this, this, and the one by the door, the four of them go."

Wu Meng put down the tea bowl, showing hesitation, "Clan Chief Yi, the four of them will be eliminated in the first round."

Ning Miao smiled without saying a word, pretending not to see Bai Yishi's wink, and concentrated on drinking tea.

Bai Yi had no choice but to bite the bullet and explained, "Commander Wu has heard a story about a horse race. Well, there are good horses, average horses, and weak horses. When the opponent uses a good horse, we use a weak horse, and then we use a good horse and an average horse." Compared with ordinary horses and weak horses, the best horse wins three to two."

Wu Meng didn't understand Bai Yi's tongue twister, "What kind of horse? Horse racing?"

Ning Miao laughed out loud, and asked Bai Yi to continue, fearing that Tian Ji's coffin would be overwhelmed, "Brother Meng, how many people are there in the 49 tribes?"

"Each team ranges from thirty to sixty, more than two thousand people."

"How many people are there in the Inspiration Realm?"

"Less than 50 people."

"There are three fights in total. The first two rounds are worth 49 points each, and the last round is forty points. In the first round, four players are allowed to play. There will be three rounds. For the [-] tribes, if they want to win the first prize, they must arrange the Inspiration Realm fighters to play in the first round."

The more Xiong Er listened, the more confused he became, "That's right, Lord Ning, the patriarch will win the first round, as long as his luck is not particularly bad, he will definitely win."

Ning Miao drank tea to moisturize his throat, tapped his fingers on the table, and said in a low voice, "But I bet, it's not luck, less than half of the tribes have Inspiration Realm fighters, and if they draw an Inspiration Realm opponent, they lose. Second, The probability of encountering an opponent in the Inspiration Realm in the third round will be extremely low, and if you are both in the Black Blind Realm or the White Ding Beastman, the four of you will surely win. very."

"That's right." Wu Meng stood up and patted Ning Miao's shoulder across the table, "There is indeed a loophole in the rule of drawing lots for the losers in each round."

Ning Miao grinned, "Take it easy, it hurts like hell."

Bai Yi immediately protected the calf, rubbing the shoulders of her little female with one hand, and opened her hand to block the over-excited commander, "Even if we meet an opponent in the Inspiration Realm, we may not necessarily lose."

Wu Meng took a sip of tea and choked into his lungs, coughing violently.

On the ninth day of Huayue 130, the Yiyan clan stayed behind closed doors and hid in Le Taoju.

In the morning, Ning Miao was busy making up lessons for Baifeng, Xiaohei, Xiaojiao and Changchang.

From a certain point of view, the naturalization assessment that has lasted for tens of thousands of years is actually quite mature and complete. Tiandu is not only interested in force, but also the development of tribal civilization.

At the end of the first fight, there was the literary test. Many tribes dared to participate without a single Inspiration Realm warrior, just because the literary test also scored [-] points, [-] points each for writing and debate, and [-] points for sacrifice.

In the afternoon, Bai Yi led everyone to practice daily. Ning Miao couldn't bear the scorching sun in the windy sand city, so she hid in the house early to make tea leisurely, and smirked while touching the coarse cloth she bought.

The half-open door suddenly creaked shut.Ning Miao turned her head, and in the green water ripple pattern, the old venerable silver-haired snake Renping came.

"Grandpa Ping is quite calm." Ning Miao said unforgivingly, but she held a stool in her hand and obediently served him a bowl of honey chrysanthemum tea.

The old venerable of the snake-human tribe was soft-spoken against others, not to mention asking for help from others now. He gave Ning Miao a look, expressing that he didn't care about the junior, and sat down, "Little dwarf, you have a clever mind. What about Wei Ya, Is there a way?"

The old man was straight to the point, without twists and turns. Ning Miao felt that it was very appetizing, "Is there any Kongzhijing in Fengsha City? If so, how many are there?"

"Two, an old guy is retreating in the secret room of the City Lord's Mansion, and a little guy is following Wu Mochen."

"The old man made a move and took away a little beast slave. I guess Fengshacheng will turn a blind eye or close one eye, and won't care about it." Ning Miao unconsciously straightened his back, with a respectful attitude, "The old man wants to give him a way out .”

"That's right, I don't want to save him, he turned around and wanted to die." Venerable Ping's green eyes darkened, "Little man, you said that Chiyue City, which is like a flower, dares to take in beast slaves?"

Ning Miao pursed her lips, "Don't say that we are not naturalized, even if God has obtained the qualifications, we will hide the escaped slaves and destroy the whole clan."

"Okay, okay, don't howl, tell me, what do you want?"

"The old man is happy, and I have nothing to hide." Ning Miao drew a circle on the table, "Not only to save, but also to take away openly. As for the desire to survive, I, Ning Miao, the messenger of the gods, will die It’s just soup, return to Chiyue City, you can find your own way to get rid of it.”

"Really?"

"False." Ning Miao replied angrily, "Whether we believe it or not, Wei Ya and his brother just need to believe it. This is called a white lie. Besides, the world is full of wonders, and there is always an antidote."

Venerable Ping repeated Ning Miao's words in a dark and cold voice, "White lies, the world is so big, there are no surprises, what the little dwarf said makes sense."

"..."

Your sister, tell the little dwarf and I to be anxious with you.

For dinner, Ning Miao made a pot of stewed meat with water melon, roasted deer leg of lamb with honey, and double-cooked pork with garlic sprouts.

Venerable Ping insisted on staying for dinner.

Wumeng arrived at the scene on time after patrolling the streets before the meal time.

The two boys, Baifeng and Xiaohei, took advantage of their huge advantages as minors to win the sympathy of the clan witch adults.

Needless to say, White Wing is the captain of the Beetle Guard.

The food for three people is eaten by seven people, and the process of grabbing food is indescribable.

When Mr. Ping once again used his magic skills in portable space, Ning Miao scolded angrily:

"Immortal, if you dare to take it in, I will never end with you!"