Chronicles of Primordial Wars

In the morning, I only drew a circle, and I was so tired that I collapsed. Shao Xuan would never believe this if he had put it in the past. But now, he has personally felt that painting a painting can be so tiring, and it is still spiritual.

When walking out of the stone house, looking at the surrounding scenery, Shao Xuan felt that the house in his field of vision seemed to be spinning.

He raised his head and stared at the sky for a while, and felt better, his dizziness was not too severe, and he could stand still. Shao Xuancai took the stone box that Wu gave him, and went to the medicine house to help Gui Ze handle the herbs.

I don't know what Wu and Gui Ze said. When Shao Xuan taught her, she didn't ask too much. She just studied seriously and improved the way of handling some herbs.

Compared with the drawing of the witch scroll, it is much simpler to handle the medicinal materials. When he went down the mountain, Shao Xuan's tiredness had recovered.

The stone box that Wu gave him contained two scrolls of animal skins, as well as Wu's special paint, and a writing brush. Wu did not have time to teach Shao Xuan every day, and more often, Shao Xuan had to practice by himself.

The outside of the stone box was covered with a grass net, and Shao Xuan was still swaying when he brought it back.

"This is?" Lao Ke asked when he saw Shao Xuan returning with a stone box.

"The task assigned by Wu." Although Wu provided materials for Shao Xuan to practice, he didn't want him to waste it. This is also a task arranged by Wu.

Hearing this, Lao Ke was instantly awe-inspiring, even looking at the stone box with incomparable respect, he didn't dare to look at it, only heard Shao Xuan say he wanted to paint, and didn't ask any more. In his opinion, what Wu does is right and meaningful.

"Don't let Wu down!" Lao Ke said solemnly.

Back in his room, Shao Xuan took out the animal skin roll. Among the two animal skin scrolls in the stone box, one was completely unpainted, and the other was the one that was practiced this morning, with a circle on it.

Spreading out the animal skin roll, he took out the paint and brush. After thinking about it, Shao Xuan took out a charcoal pen he made and planned to use it to try.

However, when Shao Xuan mobilized the power of inheritance, the moment before the charcoal pen fell, his wrist turned sharply and moved the charcoal pen away.

Hearing a light "click", the charcoal shattered into many small pieces and scattered on the stone table. If Shao Xuan hadn't moved quickly just now, these scattered pieces would have fallen directly into the animal skin roll.

Sure enough, the pen for drawing witch scrolls is not good at everything.

The pen that Wu gave to Shao Xuan was made of the fur of a vicious beast and a special wood.

Abandoning the use of other pens, Shao Xuan honestly picked up the one given by Wu and continued to draw.

Since it's an exercise, it's natural to draw the picture I drew in the morning. After the first attempt, I will become more proficient when I draw again.

He still didn't draw quickly. When Shao Xuan finished drawing the circle, he realized that the sky was already dark, and at least an hour had passed.

Compared to the morning, the painting time has not been shortened much, but this time, Shao Xuan is not as tired as the morning, and the dizziness is not so strong.

This is progress.

In the next few days, Shao Xuan will carry the stone box to Wu's place in the morning, but Wu has something to do these days. After Shao Xuan passed by, he would sit in a small room in the stone house to practice. . Wu even didn't even have time to see the results of Shao Xuan's practice these days.

Five days later, winter officially arrived.

The temperature plummeted overnight.

Shao Xuan opened the door in the morning, and all he saw was white eyes.

In the big bird's nest on the roof, Cha Cha was stretching his neck to look down, and when he saw Shao Xuan coming out, he fluttered his wings, shook the snow off his body, and flew up.

Shao Xuan did not force him to sleep outside. When winter was approaching, Chacha didn't mean to go into the house to hide, and now it was snowing heavily, and it didn't dodge either. Since he can withstand such weather, Shao Xuan doesn't care about it. After all, Chacha is not a pet bird in a greenhouse. If one day it flies to the mountains and forests, such weather will still be hard to resist. I can't be petite.

Caesar and Chacha both followed Shao Xuan up the mountain. When they were about to reach the top of the mountain, Caesar went down by himself, while Chacha flew to other places to find food. From this point of view, these two are still very well trained.

When Shao Xuan came to the stone house, the two leaders of the two hunting teams, Ta and Guihe, were there.

Without disturbing them, Shao Xuan bowed and walked in with the stone box, and went to the small room to continue practicing the drawing of the witch scroll.

The two leaders only knew that Wu was teaching Shao Xuan some herbal medicine, and felt that Shao Xuan was really a lucky boy. For the people of the tribe, it was a great honor to learn from Wu!

Even if they were killed, they would not have thought what Shao Xuan was really learning now.

Spreading out the animal skin scroll, Shao Xuan didn't start painting immediately. When he came in just now, he heard the two big bosses admitting their mistakes.

Some of the medicinal materials found in the past year were not what they needed, just because many medicinal plants looked similar and were not easy to identify. Even if they drew pictures on their animal skin scrolls, there were still mistakes in what the advance team brought back every time. For example, some of the medicinal plants brought back from the last hunt of Gui Heng needed to be eliminated.

This is a communication fault.

Wu couldn't tell the warriors who went out to hunt in detail and concretely what he said. The simple words, no real graphics, and no actual operation drills, the communication of willingness will be greatly reduced.

This is not their fault, after all, not everyone can understand the witch scroll like Shao Xuan.

If one day, everyone can understand the witch scroll.

Thinking so, Shao Xuan raised his eyes and looked at the stone table in front of him.

There was an unfinished witch scroll on the table. Shao Xuan took it and looked at it. The content inside surprised him.

The pictures here are about farming, but unfortunately, what Shao Xuan sees through these pictures is not clear.

This is a transcribed version of an ancient scroll. I don't know how many times it has been transcribed, and the original consciousness of the original artist has been blurred.

Transcription of ancient scrolls, because I did not see it with my own eyes, it is equivalent to just watching other people's expressions, and then paraphrasing, paraphrasing will inevitably add some personal subjective consciousness,

It's like, a sentence, passed from one person to another, does not change the meaning much, but what will it eventually look like after being conveyed by many people?

Ninety-nine percent of the time, the original words will be changed.

Compared with the original scroll painting, the transcribed version of the ancient scroll can still see some things, but it adds some ambiguity and is not as clear as the original version.

Just like the one in front of him, Wu had not personally experienced farming, so naturally he couldn't understand the original author's wishes when he drew it.

The one left behind should be a transcribed version of Wu Cong's former witch, and it was transcribed again. Since Wu left it here, it means that he did not want to avoid Shao Xuan.

Shao Xuan looked at the animal skin scroll written by Wu for a while. Although it was not very clear, he was still able to confirm that the picture painted in it was not anywhere in the area where the tribe was located. The scroll on the witch was more like It is a plain area with vast farmland and fertile soil. I can't see what is being planted, but I can see some vague figures working in the farmland.

It is a pity that the area where the tribe is now is not suitable for farming, and the people of the tribe have no such mind. There are also some edible plants in the mountains around the training ground, which is enough for the people of the tribe.

Wu wanted to see a scene like the one depicted in the animal skin scroll, but he didn't know when to wait. He left this transcript and probably wanted Shao Xuan to look forward to it. For every tribe, the scene was really shocking.

It is a pity that even the witch would not have expected Shao Xuan to be special.

Putting the animal skin roll aside, Shao Xuan continued his practice. Now he did not transcribe according to the witch scroll, but drew the picture himself.

What he wants to paint now is a plant that he sees in a green space. After pondering for a while, and after I finished the painting with difficulty, I looked at the animal skin scroll. Just looking at the rune-like paintings on the animal skin scroll, it was really difficult to connect it with the plant in the green space. The lines were distorted like Earthworm-like.

However, aesthetics is second, and the most important thing is whether to draw the picture in the sea of ​​consciousness.

For Shao Xuan, he has succeeded.

In a previous life, Shao Xuan, an archaeological classmate, once said: "Prehistoric art is the existence of prehistoric ideology, not the existence of aesthetics or aesthetic ideology."

At the time, Shao Xuan didn't understand it, but now, he seems to understand a lot.

The maker of the witch scroll is just in the reality of existence, in such a way of painting, with the help of the power of inheritance, to describe the consciousness through painting, that's all, it has nothing to do with beauty and ugliness.

Thinking of this, Shao Xuan has a lot of balance.

Looking at the picture just drawn, Shao Xuan thought to himself: If this was shown to the archaeologists in the previous life, they would not know what the picture was even if they broke their heads.