Chronicles of Primordial Wars

At the beginning of the eye opening, consciousness was still a little distracted and gradually concentrated after a while.

The faces of witches and chiefs appear above.

“Xuan, how are you?” O.

Shao Xuan sat up hard and took a glass of water handed over by the witch and drank it slowly. “Fine. ”

You don't look like "okay." Ohsin Dao.

After filling a few more glasses of water, Shao Xuan felt that his disappeared strength had recovered a little, so he briefly said what he found in the cabin, not mentioning his special abilities, only his intuition.

Ooh, I'm so relieved to hear it, it's not like it was attacked.

“Is that all?” The witch brought the wooden plate with the golden powder and the wooden barrel with the golden powder.

“Yes. And the leaf?” Shao Xuan asked.

The witch and O. looked at him and shook his head.

“I'll call back and ask, no, I'll go over to the cabin myself.” O. Returning won't lie, if there is really a leaf with a golden powder painted on it, it will definitely bring it here, but, no.

“I'll come and have a look.” Shao Xuan got up. Some weakness, but good movement.

“I'm coming with you.” The witch said.

The three most senior members of the Flaming Horn tribe went out at the same time, and both the tower and the homecoming greeted people and guarded them nervously, fearing the appearance of an assassin. It's been really unsafe in the tribe lately. It was supposed to protect the beast, but now it turns out that people are in more trouble than the beast.

Coming back to the cabin, Shao Xuan pointed to the place where he held the leaves himself before. I really didn't see that leaf around.

“Has anyone else been in here?” O.

He shook his head, “I don't think so.” The people around here have been busy drawing the line with the two of them lately, how could they possibly come into the house? As for the others who followed him, he was confident that no one would be hiding anything.

The witch walked around the house, then stopped where Shao Xuan fainted, squatted, stretched out her arm and brushed over the ground.

Palm-driven airflow blows dust from the ground, but other dust is not blown.

“That leaf, dispersed.” The witch said.

“Split up? When I took it out, it looked like a new leaf, green.” Shao Xuan was surprised. But when the witch says it's broken, it's really broken.

When he returns to the stone house, the witch leaves Shao Xuan alone.

“Do you know how your fingers move when you're not awake?” The witch asked.

“Don't know.” Shao Xuan shook his head. At that time, even if he was beaten to the face of a pig outside, he couldn't feel it, let alone the movement of his fingers.

“You're knotting.” The witch's eyes are profound.

“Knot? ”

“Hmm." The witch told Shao Xuan about the history of the use of knots and closing words, all of which were mentioned in the precious records of the ancestors. Although the witch said it was not particularly clear, it could still be inferred from the textual records.

“And that leaf you're holding, it's probably" Long live the leaves, "and the rumor goes," Long live the earth. "” The witch said again.

“Long live the leaves?” Shao Xuan suspected.

“This is not a delusion.” The witch dipped some of the gold powder that still existed in the wooden plate with his fingers, to Shao Xuanjiu: “These, too, are the scraps made by the Viva Tree, where the Viva Leaf is located. ”

Shao Xuan did not speak, nor did the witch care whether he believed it or not. He continued: "It has been reported that a long time ago, leaves, crustaceans, etc. were also tools used by ancestors to inherit them, and precious plants such as Viva Leaf were messengers who recorded important heirlooms. Shao Xuan, you know, once, the legacy of a witch, only language, no writing.

There are many inheritances that don't use pictures, even if it's a great way to go right now. For example, some of the abilities I will pass on to Zelig in the future. Such heirlooms, even if written down in pictures, are destroyed, they exist only once, and when the recipient absorbs them, the world will no longer have words to show to others, and naturally no second person will receive such heirlooms. ”

“Do you mean that long live leaf, that was once recorded by a witch as his inheritance?” Shao Xuan asked.

“Yes.”

“Between the different tribes, because of the totem and the spark, the inheritance should be isolation and exclusion, but why am I not excluded?” Shao Xuando. He glanced at the leaf and fell. And those who have fulfilled their mission, the leaves that are said to be in the earth, long live, have been dispersed.

The witch couldn't answer either, and he didn't know much about it, and couldn't give an answer.

“So I inherited it from that leaf? I don't know what it is, I see only one hand with a rope knotted around it, but I've never finished a knot.” Shao Xuan spoke of the image he had seen in the sea of consciousness, hoping to get some hints from the witches.

Witches shaved their mustaches and grabbed both of them. Still haven't figured out what it is.

“So, tomorrow you go to Kozawa and let her teach you how to tie the knot.” The wizard said, "The way the text was handed down to the knot notes before it appeared, to the stone bone wooden skin after it appeared, has been changing. The ancient knot method, in my opinion, is very mysterious. Ancient times, deeds, memorabilia, etc., have all used the knot method. ”

“Can just a few knots represent so many things?” Shao Xuando. But when he just said it, he couldn't help but slap himself.

Stupid! Of course you can't theorize about the professional association with witches. Even if they draw an egg, you can't think it's really an egg, let alone a few ropes and knots.

I thought it was kind of ancient now, but I didn't think there was anything more ancient.

However, Shao Xuan was really interested in the knot memoir. He wanted to find out what kind of message that leaf was trying to convey. Letters are made from long live leaves. How precious are they?

The next day, Shao Xuan went to the pharmacy in Fu Ze.

Things The witch has already told Kuzawa. When she saw Shao Xuan, Kuzawa put down the matter at hand, pointing to some animal leather roll on the wooden table beside her finger. “That's all the witch gave you. ”

Shao Xuan unraveled the hide of the beast and looked at it. There are some rope and knot diagrams on it, and next to it is the annotation of the current text. The animal leather roll is new, it is only a few years away from production, it should be written by the witch from the ancient books of the ancestors when Kusatsu learned the closing words.

Mitsuzawa brought some grass rope, “These were made before last winter, you can try this, this is convenient. ”

“Thanks, I'll call you when I make the grass rope. I'll help.” Shao Xuan pulled out a straw rope and looked. These straw ropes are smooth, don't have as many burrs, and each strip is about the same length, thick as your baby's little thumb, and very tough.

Kazawa sat down and drew a grass rope as well, then compared to every picture on the animal's skin roll, told Shao Xuan how to tie it and what kind of tie it meant. Sometimes very similar knots appear, but the meaning varies greatly, which is probably the way the knot was used to convey hidden information back then.

What Shao Xuan teaches is some very simple rope, just like the one painted on the animal leather roll. When a roll of animal leather roll is all studied, Shao Xuan can use the rope to make a sentence.

Because Shao Xuan's memory is not too difficult, after learning some skills, she let Kuzawa do her thing. The pharmacy still has a lot of medicine to deal with. He's here to take his time and try it one step at a time.

Kusatsu saw that Shao Xuan's side was making good progress, so he went back to continue working on the medicine.

Down at the door, the crocodile miso moves its heavy body, shifts to another place, closes its eyes and continues to sun.

Little by little time passed, Shao Xuan's left side of the beast leather roll was getting smaller and smaller. Finally, he tried everything recorded in it, and Shao Xuan could generally understand some simple conclusions. As for the more complicated, the witch did not give it, and perhaps the tribe did not inherit much about the knot notes, and the witch could tell him only a limited amount.

There were still a lot of grass ropes that Kusawa brought over. Shao Xuan thought about it and looked at the line chart in his head. Soon, he went back into that state and looked at the hand ropes that appeared.

Last time, Shao Xuan didn't understand anything. This time, Shao Xuan still had a bit of a foundation, but gradually, Shao Xuan realized that this was different from the closing words he had just learned, maybe it meant something else.

According to the witch, the knot method, in the more ancient times, use in all aspects, one does not work, is there anything else? There are knots, knots, deeds, etc., since it doesn't look like a normal memoir, can it not be a knot or something?

Shao Xuan continued to observe the movement of those hands. When he disengaged from that state, some of them moved his neck tirelessly. He felt something wrong with his hands. At first glance, his fingers were tied with grass rope.

I don't know how to fight, a straw rope, stunned to tie all ten fingers, Shao Xuan wanted to untie it, I don't know where to start for a while, can only dash the straw rope from the finger a little bit.

With all the grass rope on hand, the grass rope has been wrapped into a bunch, it can't be undone. Shao Xuan broke the grass rope into a large knot and threw it at the alligator turtle.

The crocodile tortoise in the sun slowly opened its eyes and saw a piece of grass rope next to it, biting it into its mouth and chewing it slowly.

Shao Xuan slowed down, remembering the movements of the hands he had just seen, and smoked a straw rope to continue.

Failed!

Another failure!

Fail again!

……

A straw rope is wrapped around an indelible mess of grass and thrown to the crocodile turtle, which, regardless of Shao Xuan's knot speed, still keeps the original slow speed of chewing the straw rope. As a result, as Shao Xuan grew faster and faster, so did the chaotic herds beside the crocodile turtle.

He looked at Shao Xuan from time to time as he was working on the medicine. He thought, "Isn't Shao Xuan smart? How can you tie all your fingers with a knot?

When Shao Xuan used only a dozen grass ropes next to his hand, he stopped.

After wiping the sweat off his face, Shao Xuan walked out of the pharmacy in vain. Tomorrow he will continue. He will not believe in what is conveyed by the Messenger of Hail Leaves, and can only form a messy herd!