Ding dong, ding dong!
The sound of water dripping sounded, and the surroundings were dark and silent. A familiar scene appeared again. This was a dream that had led him to experience the experiences of ancient sages several times. He didn't know where it came from and where it was going to take him.
There was a loud click, the thunder flashed a white light in the darkness, and faint breathing sounds appeared all around.
A full moon was rising slowly, and with the help of the moonlight, Meng Chang was surrounded by a group of shivering "savages" wrapped in animal skins.
They are really savages, with dense body hair covering their whole body. They look like "savages" of the human race that are older and more primitive than the Gaoyang clan and Dan'er Kingdom. They are wrapped in thin animal skins and hug each other, sitting in front of the cave, looking at each other eagerly. looked at Mengchang.
"Failed again!"
"Yes, this is already the fourth time. The thunder still hasn't hit the big tree, and the fire in the clan has been extinguished. We are going to freeze to death."
"Heaven, open your eyes and look at the devout Fire Tribe on the ground! If there is no more flames, we will freeze to death!"
The old witch knelt in front of a large pile of unlit bonfires, kowtowing to the dark sky, begging for mercy, and praying.
Just when Mengchang stabilized his mind and was about to continue reading along the picture, a biting cold rushed to his body, his whole body became stiff, and his upper and lower teeth kept chattering, making a clicking sound.
Something was wrong, very wrong. His usual dreams were like watching a mime. He couldn't be touched and couldn't hear a sound.
But this time it was different. He seemed to have a physical body with five senses and hunger. At this time, just like the savages around him, his limbs and bones were frozen by the cold.
Looking at the fire in front of him, Meng Chang subconsciously wanted to use Burning Fields to light a bonfire, but now, he could feel the majestic energy and blood in his body that was far greater than his, but he could not elicit a trace of blood power. It's like having a submachine gun but no bullets.
There were constant cries in the ears, as if they were hating themselves for not being pious enough to move the sky to send new fire for them.
At this time, a dog beast whose whole body could not be seen clearly emerged from the darkness, with saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth, and low growls coming from its throat. It seemed that it was afraid of these wild savages, but could not give up the greed in its heart.
The witch kowtowed and shouted excitedly: "It's the Fire Dog God. We are saved. The Fire Dog God can swallow strange fire!"
"Fire Dog God, please give me fire, and we will hunt wild beasts for you and offer them to you!"
Mengchang took a closer look and saw that this was a bastard fire dog god. It was clearly a Fu Dou who had cunningly attacked his Fu Dou in Daizong at that time.
Fu Dou looked at the old man in front of him, a trace of disdain flashed across his face, and his narrow canine eyes held a trace of mockery. If it were a life and death fight, it would not be a match for these savages, but now, as long as he kept the distance, he could wait for the heavy snow to fall from a distance. , this group of savages will naturally not survive long, and they will all freeze to death in the coming heavy snow.
At that time, it can eat as much as it wants. Every year on snowy days, tribes that have lost their fire will appear in the wilderness. They freeze to death and are devoured by wild beasts.
Looking at Fu Dou who was retreating and alert, the old wizard showed a sad expression and looked back at his clansmen.
All the old people and children in the clan spontaneously emerged from the middle of the crowd, and walked step by step towards the disaster in the biting cold wind.
"Fire Dog God, how can we swallow cold meat and cold blood? Please give us fire, and let us turn into tributes in your belly under the warmth of the fire!"
The old people and children kneeled on the ground consciously, begging for the blessing of disaster.
Fu Dou, whose eyes were rolling, looked at the scene in front of him with amusement, and silently backed away, rejecting the prayers of this tribe. They had blood food every winter, so why break the rules among the ferocious beasts? Captivity? The Fire Spirit Deer in the mountain next door was cut into pieces in the wild by the beasts just because it helped the human race.
The life in the eyes of the desperate old man disappeared, and he couldn't think of any way to save his people. He who once galloped in the wilderness, now with despair in his heart, died.
Listening to the desperate cries in his ears, Mengchang was hungry and cold, and roared angrily.
"enough!"
Countless tribesmen looked up and saw that they were already used to strange things. Every year they were tortured by reality and went crazy. It was a pity that the one who was going crazy now was still one of the most powerful warriors in the tribe. Unexpectedly, his mind was as hard as iron. He was also out of control at this moment. No one scolded him, but looked more desperately at the pale moonlight in the dark night.
Quietly waiting for death.
Meng Chang felt like he was holding a breath in his chest. He couldn't swallow it or spit it out. One second he was fighting to the death with his concubine, and the next second he was in this world. His soul felt like it had just been burned by the high temperature. Roasted, he was immediately cooled by the cold winter. Under the violent shock, he only felt that he was irritable and wanted to go crazy.
Or perhaps, there was a lot of anger simmering in this body that could not be released. The combination of the two powers directly ignited the anger in his heart.
"Isn't it just fire? Don't you know how to make it yourself?"
Everyone ignored him and looked at Meng Chang like a madman. Making a fire? Why don't you say that God makes the cold weather warm?
Breathing out a breath of hot mist, Meng Chang moved his body. He was a little fed up with this depressing "dream". Pull out a straight stick from the campfire and gently grind the top with a stone.
Then he took out a dry log, dug a hole in the slender log with a stone knife, and stuffed various dead branches and leaves of edelweiss into the hole.
With his legs clamped tightly on the log, his two hairy palms turned the stick and rubbed it among the tinder.
The sound of "Cha~Cha~Cha~" was particularly harsh among the cries. Everyone looked at Meng Chang, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and wrapped in leopard-print fur, repeatedly turning the wooden stick in his hand, appearing to Somewhat stunned.
Damn it, the book says it's easy, but why is it so difficult to drill wood to make fire?
After rubbing for a long time, his hands were sore from rubbing, but there was no trace of fire. Meng Chang looked at the slightly burnt grooves and pits in frustration, feeling helpless.
"The bird is dead, the bird is dead!"
"The owl is dead too, hahaha. Everyone is going crazy and dying. Okay, God is going to destroy our Fire Tribe."
Looking at the tribesmen who were freezing to death in the cold wind, Meng Chang took deep breaths, trying to calm down. He thought carefully about the poor knowledge of drilling wood and making fire in his previous life. He only regretted that he usually didn't check the small broken station. At the end of the day, after removing all the bloodline superpowers, he couldn't even make a small flame.
He forcibly calmed down his mind and stopped paying attention to the crazy and crazy tribesmen. He regained control of his irritability and continued to dig into the wooden stick under his hand.
Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times, hundreds of tribesmen, dozens of people outside have been frozen to death. The remaining people blocked their frozen tribesmen at the entrance of the cave, using withered grass branches to block the cold wind, and a group of them huddled in the cave. The shaman was shivering and frowning, still staring at the young man who was hiding from the cold wind by the campfire and drilling a stick.
Hundreds of experiments were carried out, from the dead of night to the early morning of the next day, and from early morning to night. Day and night alternated. The number of people in the tribe continued to decrease, and snowflakes gradually began to fall in the sky.
Mengchang's hands were bloody and bloody, but he did not dare to stop. He gently wiped off the blood on the animal skin, and carefully took out the last few edelweiss from the campfire again. This time he spread the tinder on the wooden sticks. below, and then carve a groove.
This was the case several times before. Dark black powder was drilled out, but it could not ignite the tinder at all. This time, he planned to let the black carbon powder fall directly on the tinder, and then kept turning the wooden stick, trying to make the carbon powder ignite. The high temperature of the powder ignited the tinder.
The tribesmen are already used to it. This crazy tribesman has been drilling for four sunrises and sunsets. He drilled the wooden stick without sleep, eating or drinking. The strong man drilled himself into a body with a pale complexion and hands. A weak man dripping with blood.
The tribesmen were waiting for him. After he died, they would throw him at the entrance of the cave as a tool to block the wind.
Drilling wood to make fire is not easy. Many bloggers in later generations have tried various methods of using electric drills and bows to drill wood to make fire. Not everyone can succeed every time.
But this time, the wind gradually weakened, and fine snow began to fall from the sky. Mengchang, who could not sense the surrounding environment, was still drilling the stick in his hand, just a little bit, just a little bit short.
Finally, a white smoke curled up, and everyone was not surprised. They had marveled before, but they couldn't light the tinder at all.
Meng Chang carefully wrapped the weak high-temperature carbon powder in tinder, gently placed it on his chest and blew a long breath.
The white smoke gradually grew bigger, and the wizard's eyes widened, looking at the young man with smoking hands, ah! ah! kept shouting.
Everyone came forward and looked forward along the witch's finger. The pale young man beside the bonfire exhaled heavily for the last time, and the flames burned.
"oh!!!"
"Sui! It's Sui! It's Sui, the most powerful warrior in our clan. He drilled the flames out of the wood!"
Mengchang carefully put the burning tinder into the bonfire again. The flames were like a prairie fire, easily igniting other tinders and dead leaves in the bonfire, followed by dry branches, and then dry firewood.
The raging fire burned, and the remaining tribesmen pushed aside the blockage at the door from the cave, rushed out, cheered and jumped around the bonfire, singing unknown songs and shouting the name of "Sui".
Mengchang smiled happily. It turned out that drilling wood to make fire was not that simple. It turned out that every attempt was just for the appearance of the last ray of fire.
"Sui? Suiren's family?"
Mengchang realized that his soul seemed to have escaped from Suiren's body. He stared at Suiren, and Suiren stared at him. The two people had the same face, but the difference was that Suiren was rougher and had more hair.
Suiren's eyes were like a long river flowing through time and space, and he asked Mengchang softly: "Do you understand what ordinary fire is?"
Mengchang pondered, what is ordinary fire? Human fireworks?
No, what carries the hope of the human race is the ordinary fire. What is used by the human race to inherit civilization and dispel darkness is the ordinary fire. The ordinary fire is the fire in the world. It is the first fire created by mortals to conquer nature and heaven and earth. The fire of “rebellion”.
A mysterious and mysterious aura steamed out from Meng Chang's body, the orange-red flame gradually turned into red, and the boiling blood replenished every layer of skin. He felt that his whole body was painful and itchy like the bites of thousands of ants.
"I am the firewood that should be burned out. I am the first ordinary fire in the world that is lit by human hands. I am hope, I am..."
"I am the God of Fire, not the Suiren clan, nor the Zhu Rong clan, but the one who inherits their inheritance and spreads the fire in the world again. I am Mengchang of the human race."
Seeing the clear understanding of the young man in front of him, Suiren nodded with satisfaction, and then turned into a wisp of flame and disappeared into the dream space.
The fire eyes reopened, and the emptiness of the dream was gone. What came into view was the crystal clear river. It should have flowed eastward into the sea, but at this moment, the red water was still.
What comes into view is the dry earth and the trace of green clothes floating on the water.
On the bank of the river was Ji Youyu, who shouted excitedly and loudly, "Father".
Mengchang closed his eyes again, and the incomplete fire bloodline chain appeared in his mind. Fenhuang and the flame giant were constantly circling, and above them, the fire that turned into fire, the fire that bathed in the fire, and the fire that attached to the bones were lit at the same time.
Further up, at the top of the chain, a red fireball flickered with an unstable glimmer.
Fire God (1/5): Obtain the qualification to ascend the level of the fire system. In the first stage, you can turn the spirit and spirit into the true fire of samadhi.
The flames all over his body faded away, and his skin became white. Meng Chang, who had been condensed again in a furnace, fell into the red water. The red water that used to weigh as much as a thousand kilograms was no different from ordinary water in front of him. Meng Chang, wrapped in the true fire of samadhi, gradually sank into the water. At the bottom of the water, he picked up his three treasures and swam to the shore.
After hesitating for a moment, Mengchang turned back and picked up the piece of green clothes from the water. He recalled the previous scene in a daze, and he didn't understand where the concubine went. Could it be that she was melted by the red water?
However, he had obtained the majestic female concubine's essence and blood, and the divinity covering his body could not have appeared out of thin air. It was just that he fell into a coma in the middle, and he really couldn't remember what happened.
Meng Chang put away his Qingyi and swam back to the shore with great effort. He picked up Ji Youyu who was crying and comforted her constantly.
"Don't be afraid, there are fishes, isn't my father back? Don't cry, my father is fine!"
After Ji Youyu's mood stabilized a little, Mengchang walked to Jade Qilin and stroked the broken scale wound on his back, put it back into the animal bag to rest, then looked thoughtfully in the direction of Zhongshan and murmured.
"Wait for me and I'll come to you."
PS:
Transform into fire: The body transforms into flames, disperses into a group of fires, and gathers into a human being.
Bathing in Fire: Fire resistance is increased, the fire in the heart is immortal, and the physical body is immortal.
Bone-attached fire: You can summon a bone-attached fire dragon to bind, strangle, and burn them all!
Preview: I will return to the main battlefield of the human world soon. There are still two chapters left of the main core plot. I will finish it as soon as possible and return to the main battlefield channel.
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