The Great Talisman

　　 The vague gaze had just descended on the territory of Vulcan, but was blocked by an indifferent Qi machine. This Qi machine was so unpredictable that it was difficult to find its trace even with Yang Sanyang's eyes.

　　 Yang Sanyang didn’t know anything about the outside world. At this time, he stood in front of the bluestone with a decadent expression, looked at the clansmen who kept kneeling on the ground, and sighed:

　　 "Should not be disappointed, at least I have already acquired another treasure!"

　　 He can only comfort himself in this way: "At least my background has strengthened again! The chance of surviving in this wild world has increased by 10%."

　　 An ordinary straw rope hung from Yang Sanyang's waist and turned into his belt, wrapping the animal skin apron so that it would not fall down.

　　 He doesn't know the difficulties of the gods, let alone that his tribe has become a place of right and wrong. Even if the gods know its miracle, there must be a way to descend here?

　　 What's more, everything in the tribe has been shrouded by Taiyi, which has reversed the secrets of heaven, and has lost all the aura. Everything seems confusing and confusing, and the gods of the outside world dare not approach this place.

　　 "The law of binding!" Yang Sanyang secretly felt the mystery that came from within, and then looked at the clansmen who were kneeling in the distance, and hurriedly stepped forward to lift the clansmen up, facing the fanatical eyes of everyone, Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly.

　　 is not without good things, at least his prestige in the clan has increased!

　　 is almost the incarnation of God!

Turning to look at Shenhuo, Yang Sanyang's heart moved secretly. For some reason, he always felt that the flame had changed. The aura of this world was no longer the same, but a strange force field was added, and the aura of Vulcan was dissipating. , Gradually replaced by another kind of Qi machine.

　　 To make matters worse, Yang Sanyang looked at Shenhuo, and could see a ‘bird’ hiding in the depths of the flame, falling into a dormant sleep.

　　 "The fireball fell that day, what happened!" Yang Sanyang retracted his gaze from the divine fire, and secretly stroked the jade ball in his arms. The jade ball seemed to have a full moon lifted into the sky, shining brightly.

　　 The jade that was slightly hot before is no longer scorching, but a piece of coolness. A little bit of strange Qi is submerged in its body, and its roots are improved in a subtle way.

　　 "This jade ball is not easy!"

　　 Yang Sanyang looked for animal skins, then twisted out a small rope, sewed a simple skin bag, wrapped the jade ball, and hung it carefully around his neck as an ornament.

　　 The cool Qi machine flowed into the body, making Yang Sanyang feel more at ease. Although I don't know what this coolness is, it is not a bad thing.

　　 The tribesmen were settled well, and the tribe began to rub hemp. Numerous iron thread grasses were uprooted and exposed to the sun.

　　 "Fishing nets are not so easy to weave!" Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked towards the blue sky, on which flying clouds gathered and unpredictable.

　　 The invention of ropes and nets will completely improve the tribe of primitive people, and make primitive people start civilization.

　　With the net, you can set up traps and turn the passive into the active. The human race will face countless beasts in the wilderness and occupy the dominant position.

　　 Weaving a net is a technical task that requires a lot of hemp rope, and Yang Sanyang's accumulation of hemp batch is definitely not enough.

　　 "The flame represents the law of fire, and the rope represents the law of binding, so what about the net?" Yang Sanyang raised his head and walked back and forth in the sun with his hands on his back: "Perhaps there is nothing, the net belongs to the stream of ropes. Maybe..."

　　 Yang Sanyang's heart throbbed: "The net is multiples of the rope, and its function is also several times that of the rope. If there is a law of origin, the merits between heaven and earth will arrive several times before."

　　 "The flames, ropes, you and other gods don't look good, so what about the net?" Yang Sanyang muttered in a low voice.

　　 No matter what, he must attract the attention of the gods. Only when the gods pay attention to him can he have the chance of immortality.

　　The hemp rope that makes the net, Yang Sanyang must personally harvest and concoct, and every minute must be done by himself. After the rope is made, Yang Sanyang reserves more materials while preparing to teach everyone the technique of making traps.

On this day, the sky was clear, countless primitive people walked out of the stone cave, Yang Sanyang howled, attracted the attention of countless primitive people, and then pointed to the strongest leader, the strongest among them, dozens of people went to the mountain Advance.

　　How to use rope to make traps?

　　 In his previous life, he has seen videos of survival in the wild, and the simplest use of ropes is the elastic trap.

　　What is an elastic sleeve trap?

　　 First, be prepared to observe the paths that prey often pass. This is not difficult. There are abundant species in the wilderness, and there are countless animals that can be hunted by humans.

　　 Soon, Yang Sanyang determined a path similar to wild boar animals often pass by, and then lowered his head to observe the road carefully, his face in thought.

　　 All the primitive people looked around nervously, with fire folds and torches in their hands, ready to go, holding Yang Sanyang firmly.

　　 This is a true son of God. Even if he dies, he must not be harmed at all, otherwise Vulcan will bring disasters, and he and others will not be redeemed.

　　 Ignoring the tension of the primitive people, in this wild and dangerous world, the only thing to lose vigilance is death.

　　 There are feces left by the pigs on the road. They are fresh. Obviously, the animals often pass by here.

　　 Then, is the most important knot.

　　Don't think about it crooked, it's not robbery, it's knotting the rope. Tying a correct knot and not being freed by the wild boar is the key to restraining the prey.

　　 I saw Yang Sanyang with dexterous fingers, he quickly made a rope loop in the center of the rope, and then passed the rope end through the middle of the rope loop, around the main rope, and passed the rope loop again to tighten the knot.

　　The knotting is now complete. Don't look simple, but there is still a little way to learn. The most important thing is that it is easy to use.

　　 The prey gets caught in it, only the more struggling, the tighter, and will never break away.

　　 Unless the rope breaks!

　　 Then find a suitable location and tie the rope to a fixed tree. This tree must be firm and not broken by the wild boar, and then tie the rope outside the noose.

Then make the noose hang at the position where the wild boar must pass the noose, and use a small branch to open the noose as a trap mechanism. As long as the wild boar passes, it will inevitably touch the branch, and the rope will shrink suddenly to trap the wild boar. At this time, the wild boar will inevitably panic. Struggle, and then the tree will use the power of the wild boar to pull the rope tighter and tighter.

　　 Of course, the premise is that your rope is strong enough. If you are bitten or broken by a wild boar, you will inevitably startle the snake.

　　 The quality of the rope does not need to be questioned. Dozens of primitive and brawny men are constantly pulling, and there is no problem with binding a wild boar.

A more sophisticated trap is to drop ropes from above, drop the trunk and branches, making the whole rope tight. If the wild boar accidentally passes by, it will trigger the movement of the organ trunk and hang the wild boar from the tree. Even if the wild boar has monstrous skills, There is no place to borrow, it can only become fat on the chopping board.

　　 It's a pity, this is an ancient wood that has grown for an unknown number of years, and it is simply not something these primitive people can bend.

　　 After setting up the trap, Yang Sanyang clapped his hands, scanned the primitive people, and led them back.

　　The great wasteland is too dangerous, and if you don’t pay attention, you will be scarred. The poison is unknown, and everyone dare not stay.

　　 A group of primitive people followed Yang Sanyang back to the tribe without their heads, and continued to rub hemp, making various hemp ropes.

　　 No words for a day

　　 On the second day, Yang Sanyang led a group of primitive people towards the traps in the mountains and forests, and heard a stern roar from afar, and the harsh sounds shocked countless beasts in the mountains and forests.

　　 Everyone speeded up their pace, but saw a wild boar with its head on the trap, swaying back and forth, trying to break the rope.

　　 "Hoo~"

　 　 The smoke was rolled up, without Yang Sanyang's command, the primitive people had already flew out with the stone tools. The wild boar saw a group of primitive people struggling in panic, and the rope tightened tighter.

　　 After a while, the wild boar lost its breath and lay on the ground constantly twitching.

　　 A group of primitive people came to their senses at this time, their eyes were shining at Yang Sanyang, and their eyes were full of worship.

　　 "It's done! This world is rich in resources, as long as you have the heart, at least every day there will be meat!" Yang Sanyang's heart moved slightly ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ looking at the fanatical gazes of the primitive people, he passed the rope to the leader on one side.

　　 The leader trembled and took the rope, looking at Yang Sanyang with a confused expression. Yang Sanyang pointed to his own trap, and pointed to the rope in the leader's hand. The leader instantly understood, picked up the rope and walked towards the place where Yang Sanyang arranged the trap.

　　 Yang Sanyang shook his head, interrupted the leader's movements, pointed to the distance, and asked him to find a place to set up traps.

　　 The leader was confused, Yang Sanyang sighed, looked for another path, judged where the beast was passing, and then signaled to the leader.

The leader 　　 awkwardly arranged traps, and was interrupted by Yang Sanyang several times to correct them, and then a trap was finally arranged.

　　 The leader looked at Yang Sanyang hopefully, and only grinned when he received a satisfactory smile from Yang Sanyang.

　　 Yang Sanyang pointed to the ropes behind the people, and constantly selected places for the people, guiding the primitive people how to arrange traps.

　　 The disadvantage of not having words is here. Everyone can't communicate. Things that can be clearly understood in a single sentence, but it takes half a day to scrape.

　　 Fortunately, it was not a waste of Yang Sanyang's busy all afternoon. A dozen traps were set up, and everyone carried the wild boar back.

　　 If one-third of the people in the tribe learn to arrange traps, then the whole tribe will no longer be hungry and cold.

　　 Men go out hunting, women make ropes at home and pick fruits, what a perfect social order.

But I want these first batch of primitive people to learn how to make traps. In just three or five days, it’s nothing to imagine. Yang Sanyang needs to follow for a while, and he is also about to make iron wire grass, and has nothing to do all day. .

　　 On the second day, just after dawn, a group of primitive people who laid down traps couldn't wait to gather together, waiting for Yang Sanyang to set off.