Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Although the mountain walls are almost perpendicular to the ground and difficult for many people to climb, for Shao Xuan it is nothing. After all, there were many times when the mountain walls were climbed during tribal hunting, and they were very skilled.

The old man stood below him and watched Shao Xuan leap from the ground, skilfully climbing from below to the mountain wall, such as the gecko sticking the wall, seemed to have more than enough swimming edges, without any effort. In such a situation, the old man could not help but pick out the white eyebrows and stare at Shao Xuan's back, his eyes burning.

Shao Xuan, who was climbing up the mountain wall, noticed something. He stopped and looked back sharply. He looked up at the old man.

The old man smiled so affectionately and waved his hand at Shao Xuan, pointing to the grass on the mountain wall. “Go on, Ha, go on. ”

Shao Xuan pressed down the doubt in his heart and continued to climb up, then reached for the grass and grabbed it, intending to pull it off directly.

“Hey, don't bullshit! Digging with roots can last longer. Just dig with my knife. Go on!” The old man pulled a weird copper knife out of the leather bag containing the knife and threw it at Shao Xuan.

That's a lot of shit. Shao Xuanbei defamed.

Good throw, Shao Xuan snapped one hand to the recess on the mountain wall, the other hand took the knife, then used the knife to dig the grass with the white stripe.

The knife looks weird, but it's perfect for digging this kind of grass that grows on the mountain wall, and it won't take long to dig it out.

“Catch!” Shao Xuan threw the knife and the grass down.

The old man hurried over and ignored the fallen knife, cautiously caught the falling grass.

“What do you do with this grass?” Shao Xuan came down from the mountain wall and saw the old man cut a piece of grass leaf into his mouth and asked.

“Medicine, useful for bone injuries.” The old man didn't say much, he just chewed the leaf vigorously and swallowed it as soon as the muscles on his face smoked. Feel it, feel it's not enough, cut off a smaller leaf and continue to chew.

Thinking of the bone injury on the old man's arm, Shao Xuan took note of the grass, and when he saw the old man chewing the grass, the expression on his face seemed to carry a kind of repressive pain, Shao Xuan asked: “How's the taste? ”

The old man didn't say much, cut off a leaf and handed it to Shao Xuan: “Try it? ”

“Can I eat without being hurt? ”

“Yes. Just don't eat too much, okay. ”

“OK." Shao Xuan picked up the leaves and didn't take a closer look when he dug them. Now he finds that the veins of the grass look flexible, but after getting started, they seem to be harder than imagined, especially the thickest ones with white stripes, and can make a crisp sound directly.

He bit the tip of the leaves first. Shao Xuan felt a cool bitter taste and did not find anything wrong with his body. Then he bit half the leaves again and chewed them up. This time eating more imported leaf veins, the intense bitterness will keep the cool taste down.

No wonder the old man was bitter when he chewed.

The old man wanted to see Shao Xuan jump to his feet, but found that Shao Xuan only frowned and had no other expression.

Can't it taste good? The old man thought. If that's the case, the young man is so pathetic he can't taste the world.

Ignoring the old man's thoughts, after Shao Xuan chewed the whole leaf, the bitter taste gradually disappeared. The coolness was still there. The exhaustion of the whole body was eliminated a lot. As for the bone, because there were no bone injuries, Shao Xuan's feeling was not obvious. He just felt that there seemed to be some power flowing into the bone.

Since the old man is fine, Shao Xuan intends to leave. This time, Shao Xuan just moved, the old man hurriedly called him.

“Hey, wait, are you going that way? I'll come with you.” The old man stood up and carefully placed the white striped grass in a cloth bag.

Shao Xuan turned to look at the old man, did not speak, waiting for the words behind the old man.

“I also came here to find something, although I don't know anything about this area, but I know more than you, don't look at the desolation here, but there are a lot of toxic things. If anything happens to you, I can help you.” The old man said.

“What else?” Shao Xuan asked.

“I'm not inconvenient, you can help me if you find anything.” The old man thought it was a really good idea, "okay, that's it. ”

Shao Xuan ignored him and continued along the planned route.

The old man quickly kept up and continued to persuade Shao Xuan.

When the old man's spit was almost dry, Shao Xuan asked: "What are you looking for here? ”

“Find…” The old man seemed to have some regard and didn't want to say it.

“Forget it. ”

Seeing Shao Xuan accelerate his steps forward, the old man took a few steps forward and sighed: “Have you ever heard of 'thousand pieces of gold'? ”

Thousand grains of gold?

The name comes with “gold”, but definitely not gold or metal, since the old man came here to see what he did, should it be looking for a plant? Since the name bears the word "gold”, it refers either to color or to highlight its value.

"Shao Xuan shook his head.“ Never heard of it. ”

The old man looked at Shao Xuan with a “lonely and wide-hearted look” and said: “I came to this place to find ‘a thousand pieces of gold'. It has been reported that 'thousand grains of gold' produce a thousand grains each and are drought-tolerant and can grow in marginal areas with minimal rainfall. ”

Food crops?

“So come here for luck?” Shao Xuan asked. The place is indeed barren, although there are streams in the mountains, but it does have little rainfall and is drought prone.

“Yeah, we grow food there, and the rainfall gets less these two years, and the drought is said to last a few more years.” Speaking of which, the old man was very emotional. But there was no use complaining, so I came to find these drought-tolerant food crops.

“Isn't there a witch and a wizard? Can't ask for rain?” Shao Xuan asked. I don't know if the tribes over here can ask for rain. Asking this is just a test. Here, in addition to some tribal wizards, there are independent professional wizards, many of whom will pay some remuneration to engage such wizards to solve things that others cannot solve.

When the old man heard this, he was angry: "Forget it, you piece of shit! The descendants of the ancient Witchcraft clan can't even ask for rain, I bam! ”

Shao Xuan: “…"

Shao Xuan, the one who dares to “bam” the witch, has seen this one so far, and almost starved to death. The people of the Makkah tribe would never dare to be so "badass”, and most of the people they have met so far have a sense of awe for the badass. Except next to this one.

If we can't solve the problem of rain, we'll have to work on the crops. Whatever this old man's temper, it's admirable to travel a thousand miles to find a solution.

“What does that ‘golden' look like?” Shao Xuan asked.

“It's a thousand grains of gold! I haven't seen it with my own eyes. ”

“How can I find you if I haven't seen you? ”

“I'll recognize you when I see you.” The old man doesn't think there's anything wrong with that.

“By the way, what's your name?” The old man asked.

“Shao Xuan, how old are you? ”

“My name is Hu.” The old man wrote the words on the ground with branches.

The old man did not ask which tribe Shao Xuan belonged to. He was not interested in which tribe Shao Xuan came from.

Shao Xuan was about to ask again. He wanted to ask the old man about the Flaming Horn tribe. He suddenly said: "Well, Shao what? Take that off for me. ”

“No, I'm not your slave.” Shao Xuantou also did not return to the tunnel.

I saw Shao Xuan going away. The old man realized the tone problem and slowed down quickly. He grabbed Shao Xuan forward. “Do me a favor and take that off. ”