Chronicles of Primordial Wars

In the morning, only one circle was drawn, and I was tired of falling apart. If I put this in the past, Shao Xuan would never believe it. But now, he feels it personally, and painting can be so tiring, or spiritual.

As he walked out of the stone house, looking at the surrounding scenery, Shao Xuan felt that the house in view seemed to be spinning.

Looking up at the sky for a while, I felt better, dizziness was not strong, and I could stand steady. Shao Xuan only took the magic to his stone box and went to the pharmacy to help with the herbs.

I don't know what the witch said to Kuzawa. When Shao Xuan taught her, she didn't ask too many questions. She just learned carefully and improved the way some medicines are handled.

Compared to wizard roll painting, it is much easier to process medicines. By the time we get down the mountain, Shao Xuan's tiredness has been restored.

The witch gave him two beast rolls in his stone box, as well as a special paint for the witch, and a brush. Witches don't have time to teach Shao Xuan every day, but more often Shao Xuan has to practice himself.

The stone box was covered with a grass net and Shao Xuanti wobbled back.

“What's this?” Old Ke saw Shao Xuan come back with a stone box and asked.

“Witchcraft assignments.” Although the witch provided material for Shao Xuan to practice, it did not make him waste it. He practiced the drawing, and then had to hand it over to the witch. This is sort of a witchcraft mission, isn't it?

Upon listening to this, Old Kelton raised his reverence. Even the eyes that looked at the stone box had tremendous admiration. He didn't dare to look at it. He only listened to Shao Xuan say he wanted to paint, so he didn't ask anymore. In his view, what a witch does is right and meaningful.

“Never let a witch down!” Old Ke said solemnly.

Back to his room, Shao Xuan took out the beast roll. Two animal scrolls in a stone box, one completely unwritten and the other practiced this morning, with a circle on it.

Spread out the beast roll and take out the paint and brush. Think about it. Shao Xuan took out a charcoal pen he made himself and intends to try it with it.

However, when Shao Xuan mobilized the power of inheritance, the moment before the charcoal pen fell, his wrist turned sharply and moved the charcoal pen away.

Just listen to the "click” sound lightly, the charcoal pen shredded into many small pieces and scattered on the stone table. If Shao Xuan hadn't just moved away quickly, these scattered pieces would have fallen directly into the skin of the beast.

Surely, painting a wizard roll pen is not everything.

Shao Xuan's pen is made of the fur of the fierce beast, with special wood.

Give up using other pens, Shao Xuan honestly picked up the one given by the witch and continued to paint.

Since it's an exercise, it's naturally the first thing I did in the morning. With my first attempt, I was more proficient when I drew again.

The painting was still not quick. When Shao Xuan finished painting the circle, he went back to God and found that the sky was dark and at least an hour had passed.

This time, however, Shao Xuan was less tired and dizzy than in the morning.

This is progress.

In the next few days, Shao Xuan will take the stone box to the witch in the morning, but the witch has things to do these days. After Shao Xuan passes, he sits in a small room in the stone house to practice. If he has any problems, he can wait to go to the witch in his spare time. The witch couldn't even see the results of Shao Xuan's practice these past few days.

Five days later, winter is officially upon us.

Temperatures plummeted overnight.

Shao Xuan opened the door in the morning and saw the white with full eyes.

In the big bird's nest on the roof, he was stretching his neck down, and when he saw Shao Xuan come out, he shook his wings, shook off the snow from his body and took off.

Sleeping outside is not forced by Shao Xuan. As winter approached, it was not meant to go into the house to hide, and now it is snowing heavily, and it is not hiding. Since Shao Xuan can handle the weather, after all, he is not a greenhouse pet bird. If one day it flies to the mountain forest, the weather will be hard to resist. Can't feed the weak anymore.

Caesar followed Shao Xuan up the mountain, and as soon as he reached the top of the mountain, Caesar went down the mountain himself, while he flew elsewhere to find food. Just look at this, the two are still well trained.

When Shao Xuan came to the stone house, both the tower and the head of the hunting team were there.

Without disturbing them, Shao Xuan walked in with the stone box a week later and went to the small room to continue practicing the wizard roll drawing.

The two big leaders only know that the witches teach Shao Xuan some herbal stuff. They think Shao Xuan is a lucky kid. For the tribal people, it is a great honor to follow the witches!

Kill them and they won't think about what Shao Xuan is really learning now.

Spread out the beast roll, Shao Xuan did not immediately begin to paint. When he just came in, he heard that the two big leaders were mistaken.

Some of the medicines found over the past year were not needed, just because many were relatively similar and difficult to identify. Even if they were pictured on the skin rolls of their animals, every time the advance team brings them back, there are mistakes, such as falling back to the cultivation that the last hunt brings back, there are some that need to be removed.

This is a communication fault.

Witches are unable to give details and specifics of what they say to fighters who are out hunting, plain language, no real graphics, no actual manipulation exercises, and the willingness to communicate will still be greatly reduced.

It's not their fault. After all, not everyone can read the scroll like Shao Xuan.

It would be nice if one day everyone could read the scroll.

With this in mind, Shao Xuan looked up at the stone table in front of him.

There was an unfinished witch roll on the table. Shao Xuan showed it to him and the contents surprised him.

The picture here is about farming, but unfortunately, what Shao Xuan sees through these pictures is unclear.

This is an ancient transcript, and after many transcriptions, the original consciousness of the original painter is blurred.

Ancient transcripts, because they are not seen by one's own eyes, are equivalent to just watching the statements of others, and then repeating them, inevitably adding some personal subjectivity.

It's like, one sentence, passing from one person to another, it doesn't change much, but what does it end up like when it's communicated by multiple people?

Ninety-nine percent of the time, it changes the original language.

In contrast to the original volume, the transcript of the ancient volume, although it can also see something, adds some ambiguity and is not as clear as the original.

As in front of this, the witch has not experienced farming herself, and naturally cannot feel the will of the original author when drawing.

The remaining copy should be a transcript of a witch from a previous version of a witch. Since the witch left it here, it did not mean to avoid Shao Xuan.

Shao Xuan looked at the animal leather roll written by the witch for a while. Although it was not very clear, he could still be sure that the picture painted here was not of any part of the tribe. The roll was more like a plain area, with vast farmland, fertile soil, could not see what was being planted, but could see some blurred people working in the farmland.

Unfortunately, the tribe is not suitable for cultivation in this part of the world today, and the tribes have no such minds. There are also some edible plants in the mountains around the training grounds, which is enough for the tribes.

Witches want to see a scene like the one painted in the skin of a beast, don't know when to wait. He left this transcript, and probably wanted to give Shao Xuan a vision. For every tribe, the scene was truly shocking.

Unfortunately, even a witch wouldn't expect Shao Xuan to be special.

Put the beast roll aside and Shao Xuan continues his practice. Now he's not writing like a witch's roll, he's drawing his own picture.

What he wants to paint now is a plant that he sees in the green space. After a while of brewing, after a hard painting, look at the animal skin roll, just look at the symbolic painting on the animal skin roll, it is really difficult to associate it with the plant in the green area, the lines are twisted like earthworms.

But aesthetics is second, and it's important to be able to paint what you think of in the ocean of consciousness.

For Shao Xuan, he has succeeded.

In his previous life, Shao Xuan's archaeological classmate said: "Prehistoric art is the existence of prehistoric ideology, not aesthetic existence or aesthetic ideology. ”

Shao Xuan didn't understand at the time, but now he seems to understand a lot.

Witch roll producers, in the reality of survival, use the power of inheritance in such a way to draw consciousness through painting, that's all, it's not about beauty and ugliness.

In this way, Shao Xuan has a good balance.

Looking at the drawing, Shao Xuan thought, "If you show this to the archaeologists of previous life, they won't even know what it is.