Chronicles of Primordial Wars

After Shao Xuan retracted his inheritance, he sat directly on the ground and gasped.

Just now, I proactively excited the power of bone decoration. The inheritance power in Shao Xuan's body is nearly exhausted. Now I am very tired. I don't have the strength to stand up. It seems that the foot I just stepped on consumes all the power of Shao Xuan.

Fortunately, there are no other murderers here, no foreign threats. As long as Shao Xuan does not initiate an attack, this valley is still safe. The Witch of the Boxer has set a ban here, and it also plays a protective role, but even without these, Gongjiashan is within the range of the Boxer Valley, surrounded by a dead and silent Boxer Valley, trying to find a mouse that cannot be found, let alone other beasts.

After sitting on the ground for a while, Shao Xuan moved his sore, stiff muscles before slowly standing up, walking aside to pick fruit and eat, consuming too much, eating some wild fruit hunger and thirst quenching.

Not to mention that the fruit doesn't look good, but it's crisp and juicy. After eating it, it also feels a cool air. It lightens the burning pain in the body. The meridians are also quickly healing the wounds that were just forcibly expanded.

There is also a piece of grain growing next to it, Shao Xuan doesn't know what kind of grain it is, but Gongjiaheng said that everything here is edible, it was once planted by the people of the box, then the tribe of the box broke apart, the people of the box left, these grains here freely sprouted and grew from generation to generation, and whenever the people of the box came here, they would also clean it up here.

Shao Xuan ate several fruits in a row. The feeling of hunger was slightly slow. The power of inheritance in the body was recovering, but it was only very slow, until it was restored to its original state, and I didn't know how long it would take. This time it did exceed the limit, but Shao Xuan also had the feeling that after this time, the power of totem and inheritance that can be accumulated in the body may have increased somewhat compared to the past.

Whether this is true or not, we will know when it is fully restored. If this is true, it is also a good thing. Shao Xuan intends to practice on bone decoration in the future. If used well, it is also quite helpful for the flame horns.

The mountain walls are full of vines, some with fruits hanging on them, some just flowers, others probably over or out of bloom.

Shao Xuan walked to a place and picked the fruit hanging from the vines. It was rare to come here and taste the specialties of Gonga Valley.

When picking fruit, the fruit moves the leaves on the vine. Shao Xuan moves, his hands move away from the vine fruit, open the leaves and expose the mountain wall.

There are words on the mountain walls, and not all of them are the same, and the size of the words is different.

These are not cloud patterns. Shao Xuan can read them.

Looking down, Shao Xuan found that this was more like an answer to the previous question, so Shao Xuan followed the script and found the first column.

The engraver should not be the boxman. He found this place, but found that he could not walk into the mountains of Gongjia. He almost forced himself to die. After all, the prohibition under the box witch cloth is not a joke, and the outsiders cannot step in.

Under a general entanglement, the man engraved a problem on the mountain wall that he had never understood. This or that problem always appeared with his own forged copper, and he felt that something must have gone wrong when the ore smelted.

It's been a long time since the engraving, maybe at that time, the forging process has not yet reached the same level, and only a very few people master the skills. The person is intoxicated with the casting skills, but he has no talent, and he has not found the skills in it, and he can't find any other boxers to confuse him. He came here without knowing where to find out about Mt. Gongjia, and he has successfully arrived here.

Just engraved his own question and the man left. There was no sign of him after that.

After the man engraved his question, one day, a boxer who came here saw the words on the mountain and was in a good mood to engrave his own answer on the mountain wall. The general idea is, first, to master the fire, and secondly, to pay attention to the gas that appears when it melts. The handwriting has a sense of flutter, and the text is very visible.

Moreover, although these words are engraved, the folds of the letters are very natural, there is no sense of truncation, completely united, there is a hidden momentum in the development, you can see the work of the engraved person.

After not knowing how long, the first responder came here and saw this answer on the mountain wall, itching to add to the first person's answer. He gave a specific explanation of the former's proposal to control the fire and to observe the melting gas. At the time of smelting, the ore will melt under various colors of gas, the first is turbid gas, and as the furnace temperature rises, yellow and white gas will appear. Not yet, the furnace temperature will rise again, blue and white gas will emerge, and when it is completely melted, only green gas will remain, and at this time it can basically be molten.

The words engraved by the second respondent were mediocre, and each word was very serious, not as drifting as the former.

Looking back, there is also a third respondent. Not only did he add to the first two answers, but he also stated the optimal proportion when casting different objects. After all, not all of the copper inside the copper ware was copper, but also other metals, tools for different uses, with different metal content.

Shao Xuan took out a hide and wrote it all down.

And then there was a fourth respondent, who first acknowledged what the previous few had said, and then presented some personal insights, such as adding an animal blood to melt, which would make forged copper vessels stronger and could even cut stones easily.

Shao Xuan continued to copy, almost shrinking the words on the mountain wall and copying them onto the skin of the cloth, including the writing style of the person who wrote them. Especially if the fourth respondent, unfortunately, the blood of the XX beast mentioned above, the name of the beast is like being harmonious. Shao Xuan can't read the two words, and can't guess what kind of beast he is talking about based on the two symbolic words. However, Shao Xuan still writes it down, copies it first, then asks people later.

Looking back, the former was finally contested. Probably to respect the ancestors, didn't say anything directly, didn't say “bullshit” or anything like that, but also left a sentence: "Can the goldsmith mix with other things?! ”

This engraving is supposed to be very emotional, each engraved very deeply, very powerful, and I can't help but dig it. He rebutted the former's approach to adding animal blood to the smelting process, thinking it was a distortion.

Looking back, there are also people carving about whether or not to add animal blood to the smelting process, whether or not to mix other things, or to manufacture weapons and other things in a more deviant way, engrave their own opinions, and even some people say that they have used human blood. Some agree, others disagree.

The last engraver: both the ancestors and the predecessors made sense, waiting for me to go back and verify...

After that, it was gone, and the last person to leave a message never came back. Not only the last one, but the people in front never came back, otherwise they would definitely continue to “discuss” it. For their ancestors, while respecting them, they are not as good as other tribes, they do not think that all their ancestors were right, the casting technique is advancing, and in innovation, they worship their ancestors while appreciating them and believing in the new things they possess.

Shao Xuan also did not know whether the last person had been successful or not, and whether he could add something else to the smelting process. He wrote down this part of the mountain wall that spanned the millennium and even longer.

When the boxers are outside, they are very protective of their skills, they will not let outsiders learn their skills, but here, it seems to abandon other blood diaphragms, purely theoretical exploration, probably also with a mind for future generations to look at, leaving their names at the end.

Unfortunately, there was only one chance to leave a message and nobody came back after.

After writing the pen, his arm was still sore. Shao Xuan put away the skin roll, moved his arm, ate a few more fruits, and decided to find a suitable place to sleep to rest.

Now that it's getting dark and a lot of power has been consumed today, Shao Xuan also needs a good rest so that the near-depleted power can be restored as soon as possible.

The night in the valley was a little cold, but Shao Xuan didn't care, took a melon as a pillow and fell asleep on the grass.

In the mountains of Gongjia, Gongjiaheng looked at what the ancestors left behind on the wall and looked at it all night. During the day, there was sunlight coming in from some transparent crystals. Through the sunlight, he could see the words on the wall and what the genius ancestors left behind on the box. At night, he took out the luminous crystals Shao Xuan gave him and continued to look.

When the armor was constantly coming back to God, both eyes were red, but the spirit was full. I couldn't wait to keep looking at it like this.

In addition to what was left behind by the ancestors of the first cassette men, every cassette man who comes here will also bring his best skill to the future generations of the cassette men to learn their best and most proud. The skill of the boxman is amazing. The finest skill left by every visiting boxman is a priceless treasure. It is also what countless boxes of people yearn for all their lives.

It's all treasure!

Now, these treasures are in front of us. How can this calm down?

However, he is a little hungry now, and Shao Xuan, the one who made him nervous outside the mountain, has to go out and see, otherwise he is worried.

Yesterday, when I noticed the movement, Gongjiaheng wanted to go out and take a look. It was only then that I could see the fascination, and the movement outside did not continue, so he did not go out of the mountain.

There is a pond in Gongjia Mountain, formed by the emergence of underground spring water, called the Ding Pool, because the pond protrudes on the ground and looks like a Ding, the stream flowing in the valley outside the mountain, is the water flowing out of the Ding Pool.

Ding Pool water is crystal clear, it stays dry all year long, and there are some small, palm-sized fish swimming in it.

Gongjiaheng used the fishing tool next to him to catch a few fish and get up and get out.