Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Many people think that the pattern on the cup dings and other objects is purely for the sake of beauty, or to act as a logo. Shao Xuan used to feel the same way, but the deeper he touched these things, Shao Xuan discovered that there are many wonderful things in it.

As in front of this Ding, Shao Xuanyuan thought that this Ding showed all about the great achievements of a slave owner in Amba City or other English martial arts, or recorded some monumental things, but when he looked closely, he found that there were many things he didn't understand.

Yes, these words alone do contain some glorious history of Amba City. Although Shao Xuan can't understand a few words, they do not affect his understanding of those words, which are words that glorify the ancient Amba tribe, as well as a few words of congratulations. If that's all, but the clouds that seem to act as decorations or backgrounds always give Shao Xuan a strange feeling.

Many of the tribes loved this cloud pattern, and the returning tribes they came into contact with liked to use it, presumably because these vortexed cloud patterns were both decorative filling and structurally complex and mysterious, free-flowing and versatile. This cloud pattern is flat, and the cloud pattern at the top is thinner and more complex. Each of the cloud swirls is curled to the center, some like a curly cloud, some like a flowing cloud, and many cloud lines are made up of more than just two sequential, overlapping structures, up and down, but combined in a more natural way.

Much more complex than the cloud pattern used by the tribe, it is also the most complex yet natural cloud pattern Shao Xuan has ever seen.

At first glance, the pattern is pretty, and although it doesn't have the bigger words to attract people, just seeing the clouds will attract them to the past, a sense of unintelligible visual impact.

As a texture, they accomplish their purpose, but seriously, is that all?

Shao Xuan stared at the tattoos of his body for a while and tried to copy them with a complex and dense cloud pattern, but there was no paper around them. With the cloth too luxurious, Shao Xuan stood up and found some wide and long leaves. Then he applied some pigment to the cloud pattern of the circle of his body, printed it with leaves, and made the pattern appear on the leaves. Then Shao Xuan rewrote the cloud pattern on a piece of cloth.

It's not just the cloud on the body, it's also the cloud on the three flat feet, but unlike the thin and complex cloud lines on the body, the cloud lines on the flat feet are thicker and more concise.

The cloud pattern on the flat foot, Shao Xuan was also printed and studied slowly.

According to Xuanluo, the person who made this Ding is the boxman, the boxman loves cloud pattern, and according to Shao Xuan, cloud pattern, is one of the earliest. It seems that every tribe that uses clouds has a very long history.

Flaming horns are also born early, just for use, not as widely as clouds, because the clouds are balanced, sporty, harmonious, and the overlapping pattern of both sides is not prominent. However, the cloud pattern seems to contain more of what the boxman casts.

There is nothing wrong with Solomon. It is almost winter and there will be fewer outings. Shao Xuan will have more free time to study these.

After copying all the clouds on two sheets of cloth, Shao Xuan also went to look for a witch and asked about some of the older texts on this side. However, the witches do not know much, and can only see hundreds of years ago from the records of the ancestors, but the ancestors of Flaming Horn, in the records passed down, are mostly written by the witches, and most of them use the text on the other side, not the local text on this side.

You can't get the help you want from a witch. Shao Xuan has to figure it out first.

Thinking about these cloud lines, Shao Xuan feels as if he is back to learning the closing words. Everything in the world is filled with order and rules, whether it be beasts in the forest or people everywhere, and the physiological functions in the body are functioning normally because of order.

Perception and own functions, such as human audiovisual smell, work on the brain for a long time. For people's creation, they can have the effect of latent migration silencing, thus producing various arts and techniques. This sense of order is also fully reflected in the symbolic pattern created, such as the cloud pattern that Shao Xuan now sees.

Many, but not chaotic.

The creator of such a complex and natural cloud pattern must also have pursued a sense of balance and order in the creation, so that this cloud pattern can emerge.

So, under order, what exactly does such a complex composite cloud pattern stand for?

Shao Xuan stared at the cloud pattern for a day and couldn't see anything. After thinking about it, Shao Xuan went to the woods to pick up some leaves. The leaves that fall on the ground have turned yellow, not withered, and the leaves are wider, each slightly larger and thicker than an adult's palm.

When the leaves are picked up, they are pressed to dry, sorted and stored for spare.

At the same time, Shao Xuan also made a square sand tray. The sand tray was not deep, about one square meter. Some fine sand was screened inside, and Shao Xuan took the branches and painted them in the sand tray.

The complex cloud pattern of the combination looks too difficult. Shao Xuan tried to divide the cloud patterns into pieces, paint them in sand plates and split them apart. And every time one is removed, a single cloud print is drawn on a leaf.

It took Shao Xuan five days to complete the demolition of the cloud pattern. It was still a preliminary demolition. I don't know if it was right or not corrected, because there was no comparison, and no one told Shao Xuan that it was right or wrong. Art is exaggerated and rendered, while the artistry of the pattern makes disassembling Shao Xuan much more difficult.

After five days of thinking, all the time was spent dismantling except eating and drinking laser. After finally drawing the last cloud pattern, Shao Xuan was also tired. He ate a large pot of yam fruit broth with dark eyes and slept well before walking out of the house.

The sun outside is not as bright as it used to be, but it's a bit dazzling for Shao Xuan, who's been in the house for five days.

Back in the trance, Shao Xuan intends to go somewhere else under the mountain and relax his nerves. It's not necessarily beneficial to stay tight. Maybe walk around and get some inspiration.

Recently, the weather has cooled sharply and the temperature difference from the previous day can be felt almost every day.

From the distance of the mountain, you can see a lot of yellowing bushes five days ago, which are much scarcer now.

Recently, all the people who went out to trade came back. Not only did Dokan take the people who went out to Amba City to trade, but he also went to other tribes to trade, Pupis fabrics or something else.

Some of the hunting meat hangs outside in the wind and dries, walking down the road. Shao Xuan sees a lot of animal legs and beast heads hanging at every door.

When he saw a familiar figure, Shao Xuan shouted: “Lighting, what are you doing? ”

Holding the fruit and stuffing his head into the room, he heard a noise looking in the direction of Shao Xuan, and said happily: “Shao Xuan... Elder! ”

Shao Xuan looked at the various kinds of fruits wrapped in large leaves in the lighting. These are the kinds rarely eaten in the tribe, and asked: “What are these for? Make soup?”

Some fruits are not eaten directly, and tribes make soup as an ingredient.

“No, it's for the beasts.” Speaking of which, the lighting is red.

Shao Xuan remembered that when he hunted, he brought back a nest of hawthorn, a large and small one, and a net bag came back to raise the child for lighting.

“Where's your brother? Not home?” Shao Xuan swept his eyes out of the house and did not see the adult.

“Cut wood with the others. ”

The lighting took Shao Xuan to see the pigeons he had raised. The cubs are a lap bigger than Shao Xuan when he brings them back. The thicker the hairs, the cooler the weather, the more hairs on these cubs will help prevent the cold.

When Shao Xuan came, they all squeezed towards the mother model, and the big ones were nestled in the corners of the pile of branches and dead grass.

“It's very spiritual, it's well maintained and can be eaten a little bigger.” Shao Xuan looked at the tadpoles and said.

“Xiao Bi's mother said that these beasts grow faster after winter, and they eat less and grow slower in winter.” When I think of anything, Light was happy to say to Shao Xuando: “But when they grow up, I won't eat them either. ”

“Why?” Shao Xuan was confused. Aren't these kids watching the animals drool all the time? Why aren't you eating again?

The lighting smiled and revealed white teeth without talking, but on his face, some light lines emerged, the lines were gradually deepening, not as fast as Shao Xuan and they were, but they were indeed steadily deepening.

“Totem?!” Shao Xuan was surprised and laughed. “Congratulations, you are about to become a totem warrior. ”

Although others have said it before, Shao Xuan saw for the first time the tribesmen who did not awaken at the sacrificial ceremony, perhaps this is the difference made by the disappearance of the spark. Sparks have been integrated into the blood of every Horned Man, and by touching the limits of awakening, the power of the Spark in the blood can help them to awaken at any time without waiting until the sacrificial ceremony.

When it comes to lighting, of course, it's because when you become a Totem warrior, you can eat higher levels of beasts, such as beasts.

If you can't eat it, you can exchange something else with the others, and you won't lose.

After a circle beneath the mountain, Shao Xuan was called up to the mountain with a large bundle of wood.

Before, because Shao Xuan had not been out, it looked like he was busy. Everyone didn't bother him. Now when he saw Shao Xuan come out and wander around, he asked him to go up to the mountain and talk.

After a long time, Shao Xuan was finally impressed by the general blindness of his face. Even if Shao Xuan's face was still blurred, he could recognize Shao Xuan if he saw the bone accessories he was wearing.

“Winter is approaching, the witch says it will start snowing in three days, and the chief is discussing winter hunting these two days.” Broadly versus Shao Xuando.

Generally speaking, there will be no heavy snow at the beginning of the winter here, and the tribes will organize a hunt until the snow falls.

After climbing the mountain, Dokang asked Shao Xuan if he could go hunting in the winter. Winter hunting is dangerous and not everyone is suitable for winter hunting.

“Hunt me.” Shao Xuando. He also wants to take this opportunity to hunt a better prey and make a sacrificial vestment to attend the sacrificial ceremony.

Winter here is not too long. After the end of winter, there will be the most important sacrificial ceremony of the year. This is also the first sacrificial ceremony Shao Xuan came here to attend.