Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Shao Xuan followed the old man around the mountain. If he saw the plants he needed, the old man would walk up and take them off.

A low brown bush was cut off by the old man, a spiral-shaped tree was peeled, and some flowers that Shao Xuan had never seen before were also taken off.

“You are going to…” Shao Xuan asked, seeing the old man's move.

“Down with the rats!” The old man's tone killed him, and for the plants suspected of being "a thousand grains of gold," he wanted to, and would never let the wild rats eat the grain ear.

“Poison them?” Shao Xuan asked. There are also a lot of wild rats who want to poison those wild rats, even with herbs, in large quantities, unless special effects are configured.

But the old man didn't want to poison the wild rats directly.

“They are useful to stay in this desert mountain, and if there are thousands more gold in the future, it may be up to them to discover that not all of them can be poisoned, and I just want to poison them now.” The old man's hands are full, although there are not many grasses growing in every part of the mountain, and he wants to pick even less, but in order to rush time, the old man's feet are fast, and he is familiar with where some of the plants he needs may grow, and by now, his hands are full.

“I'll take it, you go on.” Shao Xuan picked up the grass from the old man.

The old man didn't insist either. When he handed Shao Xuan his things, he warned him: "Be careful, don't touch the cut, the grass juice won't be good. And don't sniff it. If you pour it early, I can't pour all the wild rats down. ”

The speeding of the two of us, the movement of the wild rats, suggests that the grain ears on the top of the mountain will soon be fully mature and we need to hurry.

Following the old man, Shao Xuan also learned a lot, but not to reach the old man's ability to pick up materials locally at such a moment, because in a hurry, the old man won't say much, Shao Xuan can only read more memories, maybe he can use them later.

Looks like the mountains of short trees and weeds, for people like old people, it's actually treasure, junk or baby, that depends on people. Some plants do not necessarily have much capacity separately, but together they are different, and what the old man wants to configure is a medicine that is mixed with a variety of plants.

“All right, that's it. ”

The old man sits on the ground and starts picking up things to make.

A small copper ring, a few weird-shaped knives, can take care of all this.

“Shao Xuan, go look under the mountain and get some more 'front-line sadness’. Find the kind that opens the mouth, doesn't open the mouth, doesn't open the mouth completely either.” The old man also said to Shao Xuan without lifting his head. He was busy with his hands and had no time to leave, which was no faster than Shao Xuan's.

“Yes.” Shao Xuan didn't say much either. He knew what kind of plant the old man was talking about. The old man taught him to recognize it on the way.

Shao Xuan remembers that most of the "front-line sorrow” plant grew in the low valley between the two mountains, and he saw a lot of it as he walked along the narrow stretch of the valley.

The shrub "Line of sorrow” is not as tall as Shao Xuan's waist. This is the name given to the shrub by the old man himself.

Running down the hill, Shao Xuan looked around and saw a "line of sorrow”.

The so-called "line of sorrow” is because when the fruit of this shrub is about to ripen, a line will appear on the fruit with a hard shell. Then, as the fruit becomes more mature, the line will crack, the wind will blow the sun, the inside of this already cracked line will dry only a small fruit nucleus, and when the time ripens, a cracked fruit will crack open completely, spraying out the nucleus inside.

Shao Xuan tried it once. He was hit by the nucleus of the fruit spray. It still hurts. If Shao Xuan's body wasn't strong and thick, he might still be broken.

Normally, the fruit of this plant will not appear around other beasts after it has cracked a stitch, in the old man's words, "You will be saddened to see the lines on those fruits, you will not be able to approach them, you will be shot. ”

If it is not picked properly, it will also stimulate the fruit that cracks a line to eject the nucleus in advance. Therefore, the old man told Shao Xuan twice to demonstrate how to pick the "line of sorrow” correctly.

Compared to the previous two days, more and more fruit had appeared on the first-line sorrow tree and cracked a stitch, but it was not known what the old man needed, and some of the cracks were shallow and did not necessarily meet the old man's requirements.

Under thought, Shao Xuan directly chopped off the branches with more dense results. After searching for more than a dozen in a row and chopping off a number of branches with fruit, Shao Xuan only went up the mountain.

The old man said that the wild rats on the mountain waited for the grain ear to really mature, and the grain ear reached the perfect moment before the wild rats could get what they wanted most from it, not even a minute earlier. Perhaps the bigger ones in front of the wild rats are eating a thousand grains of gold and growing up like that. Why don't you cook something yourself when you get it?

While thinking about it, Shao Xuan went up the mountain with a line of grieving branches cut off.

By the time Shao Xuan arrived, the old man had lit the fire, and the various grasses beside him had been almost treated. There was some stinking smell in the copper dings.

“You stay away.” The old man waved at Shao Xuan, letting Shao Xuan put things down and avoid them. After all, Shao Xuan did not have his detoxifying physique, so he feared that Shao Xuan would fall directly after hearing too much.

Shao Xuan felt a little dizzy just now when he smelled the smell. He moved his foot and stood ten meters away from Xiaoding in the upper wind.

The fire was so high, there was constant steam coming out of the bronze ding, the old man stared beside him, his eyes didn't leave the ding for a moment, and he kept stirring in it with a knife.

“All right!”

The old man shouted excitedly, extinguishing the fire, picking up the branches brought by Shao Xuan, quickly removing the fruit attached to him and demanding it, then holding the fruit with one hand, the other clamping two strange-looking knives with one hand, scraping out some powder from inside Xiaoding, filling it through the cracks opened by the fruit.

Each fruit is just as big as a quail egg, and the cracks on the fruit are narrower, but the old man can fill the powder with those two strange knives with a single knife, and the leaking powder is insignificant.

No wonder I brought so many strange knives to do this.

After filling, the old man also covered the gap with a thin, near-transparent leaf skin, so that the fine powder inside would not leak out.

The action quickly filled all the fruit off with medicine to seal the skin of the upper lobe, and the old man picked up the last fruit with the least fill and looked around.

Not far away, a little bird pecked a bug on the ground, aiming at the target, the old man's fingers bounced, the fruit shot straight over there, hit the ground, made a "click” sound, the fruit opened completely, ejected the fruit nukes inside, and also ejected the powder filled inside.

Shao Xuan saw the bird flutter his wings twice. He looked like he wanted to fly, but after shaking his wings twice, he collapsed.

“How about that?” The old man looked at Shao Xuan with pride. Clearly, he is very satisfied with what he has done for himself in East and West Africa.

Shao Xuan looked at the birds that were immobile on the ground and looked at the completely open empty fruit shell. He truly said: "The fruit artifact! ”