In drunkenness, the sword energy is like frost Chapter 937: The Black Mountain Tribe is here,
The day is much longer than the outside world, and the night is also much longer than the outside world.
Ding Xiaoyi thought there was no difference between night and day here.
He calculated the time,
A day here is twice as long as outside, and so are the nights.
He thought there was no day or night here, but he didn't expect that the days and nights were so long.
When night falls,
The sky and the earth were as dark as ink, and Ding Xiaoyi seemed to have fallen into a basin of ink.
This world seems to be shrouded in a huge ink tank, without a trace of light.
This darkness gave him a suffocating feeling.
He was almost going crazy,
When daybreak comes, he must find a way to make a fire.
The days here simply seem like years, or should I say, the days seem like years.
Because the day here is more than twice as long as outside, and the night is even more suffocating for him.
The world here is too dark, there is no light at all.
Even his line of sight was only a few feet away.
Ding Xiaoyi spent a long dark night chatting in every possible way.
When daytime comes,
He finally felt the preciousness of light.
He hurriedly searched for some useful equipment in the mountain.
There is no sunlight here, so it is naturally impossible to use sunlight to make fire.
To survive in the cruel wilderness, making fire is one of the skills that must be learned.
The other primitive people naturally didn't know what Ding Xiaoyi was doing.
They could only watch from a distance, but no primitive man came forward.
Ding Xiaoyi searched for it and finally found the tool for making fire.
He took out the long sword that was behind him and began to process the dry dead wood one by one.
Several cut dead branches and sawdust fell at his feet.
The group of primitive people were stunned, and the long sword seemed to be a magical weapon in their eyes.
After completing this series of preparations,
Ding Xiaoyi began to drill wood manually to make fire.
In the past, his master also taught him this knowledge, and he succeeded several times.
But in this world, he doesn't know if he can succeed.
After trying several times,
Ding Xiaoyi was so tired that his whole body ached, but he didn't succeed even once.
He had to stop,
He raised his eyes and saw the older primitive man looking at him with interest.
He glanced around and saw another burly primitive man.
Since I have lost all my cultivation, I am afraid it will be difficult to complete this arduous project of drilling wood to make fire.
He pointed at the burly primitive man.
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The burly primitive man pointed at himself, and then babbled a lot to Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi didn't understand a word.
There was a hint of anger on the older primitive man's face, and he angrily scolded the burly primitive man.
The burly primitive man had no choice but to come to Ding Xiaoyi obediently.
Ding Xiaoyi pulled the burly primitive man to his side,
He kept rubbing the dead branch with his hands, and the dead branch kept making sharp sounds on the dead wood.
After completing this series of actions, Ding Xiaoyi asked the burly primitive man to continue as he did.
There was doubt in the eyes of the burly primitive man.
But due to the old primitive pressure, he still did it.
Ding Xiaoyi stared at the primitive man's movements without blinking.
And the burly primitive man kept rubbing the dead branch with his hands like the wind.
A miraculous scene appeared,
Only
Scattered sparks appeared below the turning dead branches.
Ding Xiaoyi was overjoyed, and he signaled the burly primitive man to speed up.
Perhaps seeing the faint sparks emerging from under the dead branch, the burly primitive man rubbed the dead branch faster.
A burst of smoke rises,
Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly placed a strand of dead moss green into a thin rein next to the dead branch.
As the primitive man rubbed the dead branches faster, thick smoke began to billow from the dead moss.
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The dry moss lit up, and Ding Xiaoyi was overjoyed.
He hurriedly carefully placed other dry grass on the dry moss.
A wisp of red-yellow flame appeared like a spark of fire.
Ding Xiaoyi's face showed a look of joy, he finally succeeded.
But the burly primitive man was so frightened that he kept retreating.
They had never seen flames before, and they felt the destructive power from the flames that they had never experienced before.
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The flames on the withered grass burst into flames, and a heat wave suddenly spread out all around.
The other primitive people had expressions of fear on their faces.
The burly primitive man had already retreated far away,
The burning temperature emanating from the flame made his heart palpitate.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the flame with great satisfaction.
I finally succeeded, and I no longer have to suffer from the darkness at night.
The older primitive man saw Ding Xiaoyi inexplicably creating a ball of fire, and his eyes showed shock.
Ding Xiaoyi hurried down the mountain and soon caught a hare and came back.
But no primitive man dared to approach that scorching bonfire.
This made him both funny and pitiful. These primitive people should have never even seen fire.
The older primitive man watched Ding Xiaoyi skillfully kill the hare.
Then he peeled off the hare's fur.
He raised his sword, and the hare was placed on top of the bonfire.
A few moments later, the hare on the long sword gave off a pungent smell of meat.
Ding Xiaoyi felt his Adam's apple move, and there was another gurgling sound in his stomach.
Seeing the golden hare on the sword,
Ding Xiaoyi's appetite suddenly whetted, and he no longer had to eat the wild fruits of the primitive tribe.
Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly tore off a piece of rabbit meat and took a big bite.
The only drawback is that there is no salt.
He was unable to take out items from the Qiankun Bag and couldn't get out the seasonings for food.
The meaty smell wafted into the noses of those primitive people,
There were looks of shock on their faces, and this meaty smell greatly increased their appetite.
But they are also afraid of the flames that exude a scorching breath.
The group of primitive people did not dare to approach Ding Xiaoyi, but Ding Xiaoyi ate with relish.
He raised his eyes,
Seeing the complicated expressions of these primitive people, he couldn't help but smile.
He waved to the older primitive man, who came to Ding Xiaoyi's side tremblingly.
Ding Xiaoyi tore off a piece of rabbit meat and stuffed it into the hands of the older primitive man.
The older primitive man looked at the hot meat in his hand, his eyes showing excitement.
soon,
This group of primitive people had already adapted to the scorching smell brought by this bonfire.
There are still many primitive people twisting around the bonfire.
Ding Xiaoyi took a dead branch and wrote on the ground.
He told the older primitive man the pronunciation of the word.
The word spread quickly.
When night falls, the bonfire brings
bright,
The primitive people couldn't help but worship Ding Xiaoyi.
After several days of contact, Ding Xiaoyi also learned this ancient language.
He knew that this group of primitive people was called the Black Mountain Tribe, and that the burly primitive man who helped him drill wood to make fire was called Sui Ren.
【In view of the general environment,
The old man is the patriarch of this tribe and the wise man of this Black Mountain tribe.
Ding Xiaoyi was very pleased with the light that Ding Xiaoyi's appearance brought to the Black Mountain tribe.
Because his unintentional move promoted the rapid development of this primitive tribe.
Ding Xiaoyi has stayed in this tribe for countless years, and he is regarded as the god of this tribe.
The leader of the Black Mountain tribe died,
Suiren became the leader of the tribe.
With the help of Ding Xiaoyi, the entire tribe began to learn to practice.
In a flash, countless days and nights passed.
Ding Xiaoyi is already a gray-haired old man.
However, the Black Mountain tribe developed rapidly and divided into countless tribes.
Suiren also died, and other clan leaders were born.
After the Black Mountain tribe divided into many tribes, wars broke out.
Primitive people have learned how to practice spiritual practice,
Instead of covering their bodies with leaves, they learned to make coarse cloth.
They learned to make fire and use iron tools.
Ding Xiaoyi seemed to be a passer-by,
He watched the Black Mountain tribe develop rapidly, from a small tribe to a nation.
Perhaps this is the inheritance of civilization,
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think to himself.
Just after the civilization of this space reached a certain stage, disaster suddenly fell from the sky.
There are floods and fires,
There is also the plague.
Many people died, but Ding Xiaoyi was helpless.
He could only watch these humans die.
Human beings in this world eventually became extinct,
This is the end of a civilization.
Ding Xiaoyi found that he was actually calm, watching all this like a spectator.