Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Although the mountain wall is almost perpendicular to the ground, it is difficult for many people to climb, but to Shao Xuan, it is nothing. .

The old man stood below, watching Shao Xuan jump from the ground and nimbly climb up the mountain wall from below, like a gecko sticking to the wall. Seeing such a situation, the old man couldn't help but raised his cross-white eyebrows and stared at Shao Xuan's back with burning eyes.

Shao Xuan, who was climbing up the mountain wall, noticed something, stopped and looked back suddenly, just in the eyes of the old man.

The old man smiled very friendly, waved to Shao Xuan, pointed to the grass on the mountain wall, and said, "Go on, go on."

Shao Xuan suppressed the doubts in his heart, continued to climb up, and then reached out to grab the grass, intending to tear it down.

"Hey! Don't talk about it! Use the digging one, the roots can stay longer. Just use my knife to dig, and then!" The old man took out a strange-looking copper knife from the leather bag with the knife, Shao Xuan threw it over there.

Too much shit. Shao Xuan slandered.

Throwing it fairly accurately, Shao Xuan clasped the depression on the mountain wall with one hand, took the knife with the other hand, and used the knife to dig the grass with white stripes.

The knife looks strange, but it is very suitable for digging the grass that grows on the mountain wall. It didn't take long for the grass to be dug out.

"Next!" Shao Xuan threw the knife and grass down.

The old man hurried over, ignored the falling knife, and carefully caught the falling grass.

"What do you use this grass for?" Shao Xuan asked when he came down from the mountain wall and saw the old man cut a grass leaf and put it in his mouth.

"Medicine, it's useful for bone injuries." The old man didn't say much, just chewed on the leaf, and the muscles on his face twitched. After chewing it, I swallowed it. After feeling it for a while, I felt that it was not enough, so I cut off a smaller leaf. Keep chewing.

Thinking of the bone injury on the old man's arm, Shao Xuan wrote down what the grass looked like. Seeing that the expression on the old man's face when he was chewing the grass seemed to be filled with suppressed pain, Shao Xuan asked, "How does it taste?"

The old man didn't say much, cut off a small leaf and handed it to Shao Xuan: "Try it?"

"Can you eat without injury?"

"Yes. As long as you don't eat too much, you'll be fine."

"Row.

Shao Xuan took the leaf and didn't take a closer look when he dug it up. Now he realized that the veins of the grass looked flexible, but after getting started, it was harder than expected, especially the thickest veins with white stripes. It seems that if you break it hard, you can directly make a crisp sound.

Biting the tip of the leaf first, Shao Xuan felt the cool and bitter taste, and did not find anything wrong with his body, so he bit half of the leaf again and chewed it. This time, there are more veins in the imported leaves, and the strong bitter taste suppresses the cool taste.

No wonder the old man slapped his face when he was chewing and was suffering.

The old man originally wanted to see Shao Xuan jumping in pain, but found that Shao Xuan just frowned and had no other expression.

Could it be that the taste is not good? the old man thought. If so. This young man is really pitiful, unable to taste all the flavors of the world.

Ignoring the old man's thoughts, Shao Xuan chewed the whole leaf. The bitter taste gradually disappeared, and the cool feeling was still there, but the exhaustion all over the body disappeared a lot. As for the bones, because there was no bone injury, Shao Xuan's feeling was not obvious, but it seemed that some power flowed into the bones.

Now that the old man is all right, Shao Xuan intends to leave. This time, Shao Xuan just moved. The old man called him quickly.

"Hey, wait. Where are you going? I'll come with you." The old man stood up and carefully put the white-striped grass into a cloth bag.

Shao Xuan turned to look at the old man. Don't speak, wait for the words behind the old man.

"I'm here to find something. Although I don't know the surroundings, I know more things than you. Don't look at this desolate place, but there are a lot of poisonous things. If something happens to you, I can still help you. you." the old man said.

"What else?" Shao Xuan asked.

"I'm not inconvenient to move. If you find something, you can help." The old man thought this was a really good idea. "Okay, that's it."

But Shao Xuan ignored him and continued to follow the planned route.

The old man quickly followed and continued to persuade Shao Xuan.

When the old man was almost done talking, Shao Xuan asked, "What are you looking for here?"

"Looking for..." After a while, the old man seemed a little concerned and didn't want to say it.

"fine."

Seeing Shao Xuan speeding up and walking forward, the old man took a few steps forward and sighed, "Have you ever heard of 'Thousand Grains of Gold'?"

Thousand grains of gold?

The name has "gold", but it definitely doesn't mean anything like gold or metal. Since the old man came here to see his actions, he should be looking for a plant? Since the word "gold" is included in the name, it either refers to the color or to highlight its preciousness.

Thinking about it, Shao Xuan shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it."

The old man glanced at Shao Xuan with an "ignorant" expression, and said, "I came to this place to find 'Thousand Grains of Gold'. It grows in barren places with very little rain."

food crops?

"So come here to try your luck?" Shao Xuan asked. This place is indeed barren. Although there are streams and springs in the mountains, there is not much rain in this place and it is arid.

"Yeah, we grow grain there. The rain has been getting less and less in the past two years. It is said that the drought will continue for a few years." Speaking of this, the old man was very emotional. But complaining is useless, so come to these drought-tolerant food crops.

"Isn't there a witch and a ghost? Can't ask for rain?" Shao Xuan asked again. I don't know if the tribes here can ask for rain, and asking this is just a test. Here, in addition to some tribal witches, there are also some independent full-time witches. Many people will pay some remuneration to hire such witches to solve some things that others can't solve.

When the old man heard this sentence, his face showed anger: "Don't mention it, a bunch of trash! The descendants of the ancient witch clan can't even ask for rain, bah!"

Shao Xuan: "..."

Shao Xuan has only seen such a person who dares to "bah" the witch until now, and he was almost starving. The people of the Maca tribe would never dare to "bah" witches like this. Most of the people I've seen so far hold a kind of awe towards witches. Except for the one next to him.

If we can't solve the problem of rain, we can only work on the crops. Regardless of the old man's temper, it is admirable to travel thousands of miles to find a solution.

"What does that 'qianjin grain' look like?" Shao Xuan asked.

"It's a thousand grains of gold! I haven't seen it myself."

"How did you find it without seeing it?"

"I'll recognize it when I see it." The old man didn't think there was any problem at all.

"By the way, what's your name?" the old man asked.

"Shao Xuan, how are you old?"

"My name is 'Ju'." The old man also used a branch to write the words on the ground.

The old man did not ask which tribe Shao Xuan was from, he was not interested in which tribe Shao Xuan came from.

Shao Xuan was about to ask again, and wanted to inquire about the Yanjiao tribe from the old man, when the old man suddenly said: "That, Shao, take it off for me to see."

"No, I'm not your slave." Shao Xuan said without turning his head.

Seeing that Shao Xuan was about to go far, the old man realized the problem of his tone. He quickly slowed down and stepped forward to hold Shao Xuan, "Do me a favor, take that off for me." (To be continued)