In the past, Shao Xuan would never believe that he had only drawn one circle in the morning, and he was so tired that he was about to collapse. But now, he personally felt that drawing a circle could be so tiring, and it was even mentally exhausting.
When he walked out of the stone house and looked at the surrounding scenery, Shao Xuan felt that the house in his field of vision seemed to be spinning.
He looked up at the sky for a while and felt better. He was no longer dizzy and could stand steadily. Shao Xuan carried the stone box that the Shaman gave him and went to the medicine house to help Gui Ze process the herbs.
He didn't know what the Shaman said to Gui Ze, but when Shao Xuan taught her, she didn't ask too much. She just learned seriously and improved some of the ways to process herbs.
Compared to drawing with Wu Roll, processing herbs was much easier. When he went down the mountain, Shao Xuan had recovered from his tiredness.
In the stone box that the Shaman gave him, there were two animal skin scrolls, the Shaman's special paint, and a writing brush. The Shaman didn't have time to teach Shao Xuan every day. Most of the time, Shao Xuan had to practice by himself.
The stone box was covered with a grass net, so when Shao Xuan carried it back, it was still shaking.
"What is this?" Old Ke asked when he saw Shao Xuan come back with a stone box.
"It's a task assigned by the Shaman." Although the Shaman provided materials for Shao Xuan to practice, he didn't want him to waste them. When he practiced, he had to show them to the Shaman. This was also a task assigned by the Shaman.
When Old Ke heard Shao Xuan's words, he suddenly felt a sense of awe. He even looked at the stone box with great respect. He didn't dare to look at it. Since Shao Xuan wanted to draw, he didn't ask any more questions. In his opinion, whatever the Shaman did was right and meaningful.
"Don't let the Shaman down!" Old Ke said solemnly.
Back in his room, Shao Xuan took out the animal skin scroll. There were two animal skin scrolls in the stone box. One of them had not been scribbled at all, while the other was the one he had practiced this morning. There was even a circle on it.
Opening the animal skin roll, Shao Xuan took out the paints and brushes. After thinking for a while, he took out the charcoal pencil he had made, intending to try it out.
However, just as Shao Xuan was about to activate his Power of Inheritance, he quickly flicked his wrist and moved the charcoal pencil away.
The charcoal pencil broke into many small pieces and scattered on the stone table. If Shao Xuan hadn't moved away quickly, these scattered pieces would have fallen directly into the animal skin roll.
Sure enough, not every pen used to draw Wu Roll was suitable.
The brush that the shaman gave Shao Xuan was made of ferocious beast hair and special wood.
Giving up on using other brushes, Shao Xuan picked up the one the shaman gave him and continued to draw.
Since it was practice, he naturally started with the drawing he had done this morning. With his first attempt, he became more proficient in drawing the second time.
He still didn't draw quickly. When Shao Xuan finished drawing the circle, he realized that it was already dark. At least an hour had passed.
Compared to the morning, the drawing time was not much shorter. However, this time, Shao Xuan was not as tired as he was in the morning. The dizziness was also not as strong.
This was an improvement.
For the next few days, Shao Xuan would bring the stone box to the shaman's place in the morning. However, the shaman was busy these days. After Shao Xuan went over, he would sit in a small room in the stone house and practice. If he had any questions, he would ask the shaman when he was free. The shaman didn't even have time to see the results of Shao Xuan's practice.
Five days later, winter officially arrived.
The temperature plummeted overnight.
When Shao Xuan opened the door in the morning, all he saw was white.
In the big bird's nest on the roof, Chacha was stretching its neck to look down. When it saw Shao Xuan come out, it flapped its wings, shook off the snow on its body, and flew up.
Chacha slept outside, not because Shao Xuan forced it to. When winter was coming, Chacha had no intention of hiding in the house. Now that it was snowing heavily, it didn't hide either. Since it could withstand this kind of weather, Shao Xuan didn't care. After all, Chacha was not a pet bird in a greenhouse. If it flew to the forest one day, it would also have to endure this kind of weather. It couldn't be pampered.
Caesar and Chacha followed Shao Xuan up the mountain. When they were about to reach the top, Caesar went down the mountain by himself, while Chacha flew to other places to look for food. Just by looking at this point, these two were well trained.
When Shao Xuan arrived at the stone house, Ta and Guigou, the two team leaders of the hunting group, were already there.
Shao Xuan didn't want to disturb them, so he bowed to them and went inside with the stone box. He went to the small room to continue practicing the Wu Roll painting.
The two team leaders only knew that the shaman was teaching Shao Xuan something about herbs. They felt that Shao Xuan was really a lucky kid. For people in the tribe, it was a great honor to be able to learn from the shaman!
They would never have guessed what Shao Xuan was really learning.
Shao Xuan opened the animal skin roll, but didn't start painting immediately. When he came in, he heard the two team leaders apologizing.
In the past year, some of the herbs they found were not what they needed. It was just that many herbs and plants looked similar, so it was not easy to identify them. Even though they had drawn pictures on the animal skin roll, there were still mistakes in what the advance group brought back every time. For example, some of the herbs and plants Guigou brought back from the last hunting trip had to be removed.
This was a communication gap.
The shaman couldn't tell the warriors in detail what he said. It was just words, without a real picture, and without a practical operation, so the communication was greatly reduced.
It wasn't their fault. After all, not everyone could understand the Wu Roll like Shao Xuan.
It would be great if everyone could understand the Shaman Volumes one day.
Thinking of this, Shao Xuan raised his eyes and looked at the stone table in front of him.
There was an unfinished Wu Roll on the table. Shao Xuan took it and looked at it. The content surprised him.
It was about farming, but unfortunately, Shao Xuan couldn't see the picture clearly through these pictures.
This was a copy of the ancient scroll. No one knew how many times it had been copied, and the original consciousness of the first painter had been blurred.
When copying an ancient scroll, because it wasn't seen with one's own eyes, it was equivalent to reading someone else's description, and then retelling it. The retelling would inevitably add some subjective consciousness.
It was like a sentence, passed from one person to another. The meaning wouldn't change much, but after being passed by many people, what would it become in the end?
Ninety-nine percent of the time, the original words would be changed.
Although some things could be seen from the transcribed version of the ancient scroll, it was not as clear as the original version, but there was an increased sense of fuzziness.
Just like the one in front of him, the shaman didn't personally experience farming, so naturally, he couldn't understand the wishes of the original painter.
The one that was left behind should be a copy of a previous Shaman's copy. Since the shaman left it here, it meant that he didn't mean to hide it from Shao Xuan.
Shao Xuan looked at the animal skin scroll for a while. Although it wasn't clear, he could still be sure that the picture drawn was not of any place in the tribe. The Wu Roll was more like a plain area, with vast farmland and fertile soil. He couldn't see what was being planted, but he could see some vague figures working in the fields.
Unfortunately, the area where the tribe was now was not suitable for farming, and the people in the tribe didn't have the intention to do so. There were some edible plants in the mountains around the training ground, which was enough for the people in the tribe.
The shaman didn't know how long he would have to wait to see the scene drawn in the animal skin scroll. He left this copy probably because he wanted Shao Xuan to look forward to it. For every person in the tribe, that scene was indeed shocking.
Unfortunately, even the shaman didn't expect Shao Xuan to be so special.
Putting the animal skin scroll aside, Shao Xuan continued his practice. Now he wasn't copying the Wu Roll, but drawing by himself.
What he wanted to draw now was a plant he saw in the green field. After mulling over it for a while, he put down his brush and painstakingly finished the drawing. Looking at the animal skin roll, it was really difficult to connect the runes drawn on the animal skin roll with the plant in the green space. The lines were twisted like earthworms.
However, aesthetics were secondary. The most important thing was whether or not he could draw the picture in his sea of consciousness.
For Shao Xuan, he had already succeeded.
In his previous life, Shao Xuan's archeology classmate once said, "Prehistoric art is the existence of prehistoric ideology, not aesthetic or aesthetic ideology."
At that time, Shao Xuan didn't understand, but now, he seemed to understand a lot.
The creator of the Wu Roll was just drawing in the real world. With the help of the power of inheritance, he drew his consciousness in the form of drawing. That was all, it had nothing to do with beauty or ugliness.
Thinking of this, Shao Xuan felt a lot better.
Looking at the picture he just drew, Shao Xuan thought, "If I showed this to the archeologists in my previous life, they wouldn't know what I drew."
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