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Because of the one-year promise and the animal skin scroll signed by so many young warriors, no one cared about who won or lost the previous fight for the territory.
Winning or losing in the fight for territory was a matter for those little brats, but this "challenge" scroll was a competition between totem warriors!
Which one was more important and more attractive? It was obvious.
Shao Xuan had been delayed on the mountain for a long time. When he came down from the mountain, he was a little later than usual.
"Is there a lot going on in the medicine house today? Or is there something wrong with the shaman? "Seeing that Shao Xuan had just come back, Old Ke asked nervously.
"It's nothing. The medicine house didn't have many tasks today, so I left early. I just met some people on the mountain and we talked for a while." Shao Xuan said.
Old Ke was relieved after hearing this. He even agreed with Shao Xuan and said, "It's good for you to talk more with other people on the mountain."
"Okay, I know."
After eating something, Shao Xuan went back to his room. He rolled up his sleeves and slowly activated the totem power in his body.
This time, it was different from the time on the mountain. Shao Xuan slowly controlled the totem power, and the totem pattern on his arm gradually showed up. The flame-shaped pattern extended from his shoulder to his arm.
It went past one-third of his upper arm, half of his upper arm, two-thirds … The totem pattern extended all the way to two-thirds of his upper arm and stopped!
During the last hunt of the year, Shao Xuan remembered that the totem pattern on his arm only went past half of the way, not two-thirds of the way. After the hunt, Shao Xuan didn't have much time to train at the training ground. After that, he began to learn about herbs from the shaman and how to draw Wu Roll …
How to draw Wu Roll?
The power of inheritance!
Shao Xuan felt the totem in his mind. The fiery red flames enveloped the two horns, and at the bottom of the flames near the horns, the blue flames were clearly visible. Compared to when he first learned Wu Roll, the number of blue flames had increased by a lot, but the number of red flames had not decreased. On the contrary, the flames had grown even taller!
Now that it was not in a state of battle or hunting, such a flame body meant that it usually maintained this state.
Shao Xuan hadn't noticed it before, but when he was drawing the Wu Roll, he had been staring at the blue flame that symbolized the power of inheritance. Now, it seemed that the addition of the blue flame had also expanded the overall flame on the totem.
Practicing the Power of Inheritance actually had such benefits?!
Shao Xuan hadn't expected this at all.
No wonder Shao Xuan felt that his control over his totemic power was much more stable than it had been during their last hunt. He didn't expect to defeat Tai in one move, and he thought that it would take a while to determine the winner. However, the moment Tai revealed his totemic patterns, Shao Xuan suddenly had a feeling that the person in front of him was not that strong, and that he could deal with him easily.
Shao Xuan didn't know if the other people whose totemic patterns had spread to two-thirds of their upper arms had the same feeling. He carefully recalled the situation at that time, and carefully felt the changes of the totem. Then, with a wave of his arm, he took out the animal skin roll, pen, and paint box, and continued to draw the Wu Roll.
The people on the mountain only came back to their senses after Shao Xuan left. Tai said regretfully, "I forgot to ask him where his totemic patterns are now!"
Ray looked at the place where Shao Xuan had been standing. There was a pair of sunken footprints, which appeared when Shao Xuan fought Tai, but no one had noticed it before.
"You don't need to worry about his current level, as long as we can defeat him before next winter," said Ray.
"You're right," Tai agreed, rubbing his fists.
While the other young warriors in the tribe were thinking about what kind of prey to hunt next year, and how much to hunt, Shao Xuan still maintained his previous routine. In the morning, he would go to the Shaman's place to draw, and in the afternoon, he would go to the medicine house to help. After that, he would return home and stay in his room, slowly moving his pen and drawing on the animal skin roll.
Winter passed day by day. Shao Xuan went to the cave once, and found that some of the children were sleeping, while the older ones were moving stones to train their strength. It was good to have such a change. There was no shortage of food in the cave now, except for the fish they had stocked up before winter. Sometimes, the Chacha would go out and catch some small animals. If they didn't want to eat them, they would throw them to the children in the cave.
Everything was developing in a good direction.
Shao Xuan stretched himself and looked at the almost finished drawing on the stone table in front of him.
Drawing a picture was not as difficult as it used to be. In the beginning, he needed to rest for half a day to draw one picture, but now, he could draw several pictures in half a day. After that, he could go out and train Caesar and Chacha.
The Shaman gave him two animal skin rolls, one of which Shao Xuan took up the mountain every day to practice copying the Wu Roll or drawing by himself, and then he would show it to the Shaman to check the results. As for the other one, Shao Xuan practiced it at home, so the Shaman didn't know.
In the Shaman's eyes, it was already very rare for Shao Xuan to draw so many pictures every day, and it had already exceeded his expectations. The Shaman would never have thought that Shao Xuan would draw on the other animal skin roll every day after he went back. It was not a copy, but an original drawing based on his own consciousness!
Shao Xuan planned to give the drawings he was drawing to the Shaman when the time came. The Shaman taught him herbs and taught him how to control the power of inheritance. Shao Xuan also wanted to repay the Shaman.
For the tribe, he had to stay here and sacrifice a lot. It was difficult to be the Shaman.
However, the Shaman probably didn't think so, even though Shao Xuan felt that it was not easy to sit in this position, the Shaman probably didn't think so. It was just that the Shaman always had some regrets in his heart. Shao Xuan could see it in the Shaman's eyes every time he looked at Wu Roll.
"It's almost done …" Shao Xuan looked at the animal skin roll in front of him and said in a low voice.
Before the end of winter, the people in the tribe were ready to start selecting children of age. The Shaman was busy these days, so he didn't even have time to see the results of Shao Xuan's drawings these days.
On this day, the Shaman finally had some free time to sit down and rest with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked sideways at the animal skin roll on the short table. Shao Xuan put it here after he finished practicing this morning. At that time, he was busy with other things and couldn't see it.
Taking the animal skin roll, the Shaman felt that something was wrong as soon as he touched it. This animal skin roll was not the one Shao Xuan usually practiced with. Could it be that the kid had already finished drawing one in a few days?
With doubts, the Shaman untied the leather rope that tied it. When he untied it, the Shaman thought that every time he saw the kid draw Wu Roll, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Why didn't he want to be a Shaman? Sure enough, once the warriors ran out, they couldn't stop thinking about it. Children who had never gone out were easier to train.
He opened the Wu Roll.
The Shaman thought that Shao Xuan would draw some simple plants, such as jumping fruits, or some herbs that he came in contact with these days, but he didn't expect …
His hands were trembling badly.
On the Wu Roll, the first picture was a little long. If other people saw it, they would never understand what it was about. But what the Shaman saw was the huge vines between the ancient trees, the mist rising from the mountains, and the faintly discernible pools hidden by the trees. He could faintly feel the vitality and danger in it, which made him feel as if his hair was trembling with nervousness … This was a picture full of the smell of the forest!
After looking at the first picture, the Shaman raised his hand and put it on his chest. His heart was beating a little fast.
Many Shamans were taught from a young age. After they were selected, they would never leave the tribe. Therefore, the Shaman had never left the tribe since he was born.
Although he knew a lot of things, such as the names of the ferocious beasts that the hunting team would encounter, and where the advance group would go, etc. But he only knew about it, and had never seen it with his own eyes. Even if he saw it, it was not an active one. The prey that was brought back had already been slaughtered.
Maybe when he was young, he dreamed that one day he could walk out of the tribe. But as he grew older and had been a Shaman for so many years, he had calmed down and become a Shaman with a heavy responsibility. He wanted to lead the tribe in a good direction.
As a Shaman, there were not many things that could make him so emotional at this age. But at this moment, the Shaman couldn't control his emotions anymore.
One picture after another, there were pictures of the hunting route, and also pictures of what Shao Xuan encountered when he followed the advance group, such as the group of dragonfly planes.
The Shaman read it once, and then he came back and read it again.
The people outside boiled some hot water, and brought some herbs in for the Shaman to drink when he was thirsty.
The people who came in walked silently, and put down the stone cup carefully, for fear of disturbing the Shaman. When he walked out of the door, he glanced at the Shaman, thinking that the Shaman might be reading another book left by an ancestor. Every time he read something left by an ancestor, the Shaman would be particularly emotional or emotional.
On the other side, Shao Xuan left the finished Wu Roll, and went to the medicine house to help. When he got home, Old Ke was already walking around the door, as if he was in a hurry. He walked around in a circle, and hit his crutch hard twice.
"What's wrong?" Shao Xuan asked.
"You're back!" Old Ke stepped forward, and his mouth trembled. He couldn't say anything for a long time.
"Calm down, calm down first."
"I can't calm down!" Old Ke breathed heavily. After a while, he finally recovered and said, "The Shaman sent a message."
"Well, what did the Shaman say?"
"The Shaman asked you to prepare for the ceremony after the end of winter."
"Isn't everyone going to attend the ceremony?" Shao Xuan was confused. What was so exciting about that?
"It's the core list! The group of people who are closest to the fire pit! "Old Ke hit his crutch hard.
Old Ke now had a sense of pride, as if his own child had finally made a name for himself. Although Shao Xuan had made contributions before, and was praised by the Shaman, and could learn from him, the ceremony was extremely sacred for the people in the tribe. Anyone who could participate in the ceremony would be so happy that they would kneel down and kowtow to the mountain, not to mention the group of people who were closest to the fire pit.
After all, they were not aborigines. In the past two years, although Shao Xuan tried his best to integrate into the tribe, he couldn't change his mind, so he wasn't as excited as Old Ke.
Old Ke was quite enthusiastic, "What should we wear? Xuan, where did you put your clothes made of Thorn Black Wind skin? Take it out and let me wipe it! "
Thorn Black Wind skin? "I wore it once during the ceremony, and then threw it under the bed."
It wasn't because it was too heavy, it was nothing for Shao Xuan. It was just that he felt like he was playing a little monster, and there were thorns on his back.
Old Ke took the Thorn Black Wind skin and left to clean it carefully, leaving Shao Xuan standing in the room.
The group of people who were closest to the fire pit? Who were these people again?
Thinking about it, Shao Xuan's eyelids suddenly twitched. Damn, those people who danced the ceremony dance!
It was the kind of dance that sometimes looked like digging vegetables, sometimes shaking their breasts, and sometimes like a waiter shaking a rag!
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