Just as Chen Beixue can feel the spiritual power contained in the Olympic flame, the old priest of the Black Bear Tribe is often accompanied by "fire", and he is also very sensitive to the difference between ordinary flames and the flame - the fire of human inheritance.

In Yan Luo's hand, the flame that shows the phantom of the Olympic rings is not a fire, but it is obviously different from an ordinary flame.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't spread the fire?"

The old priest was amazed and delighted, but his heart was full of doubts: "What are the five chakras above your flame?" ”

Yanluo: "......"

When it comes to the Olympic rings, these ancient people couldn't understand it.

"These five wheels represent the gold, wood, water, fire and earth, that is, the innate five elements, this is the five elements of the holy fire, the five elements are the basis of the world, so it is also called the fire of the world, after the chaos is opened, Wuji gives birth to Taiji, Taiji gives birth to two instruments, two instruments transform the five elements, and the five elements create all things, which is also the fire of creation." Yanluo ran the train with his mouth full, and soon the Olympic flame in his hand became a bombardment.

It was still ancient times, and the mouth of the old priest, who was very pure in nature, opened wider and wider, and even developed deep reverence and fear.

Chen Beixue pouted as she listened.

"The Fire of Creation ......"

The old priest took a few deep breaths, calmed his shock at hearing the word, and then said, "I can feel the power of your flame...... But whether it can withstand the darkness, I don't know. ”

In this era, the most revered of every tribe were the priests, but the most revered on this continent were undoubtedly the fire bearers.

At noon, a little girl dressed in animal skin, at the suggestion of the people of other tribes, walked up to him with a clay bowl holding a few pieces of rice boiled, and then knelt down as if to worship and offer tribute, and raised the pottery bowl with both hands, and brought food.

The blindfolded Yanluo saw all this in the panorama.

"Thank you, get up."

Yan Luo did not refuse the kindness of the tribesmen, he took the pottery bowl, and then ate the rice balls.

The little girl looked at the rice balls with a slight hint of longing in her eyes, but immediately lowered her head to cover her gaze, because of the low cultivation ability, coupled with the curse of the land, most of the land has become polluted, and the food made from rice is the most precious, the fruits collected from the woods and the wild beasts hunted are the most common food.

Do not think that these are better than foods such as rice and flour, for the fruits of the ungrafted and improved varieties of this age are sour and astringent, and the wild beasts that are hunted lack spices, even salt, and are equally difficult to swallow.

In fact, the wild beasts that were hunted, stripped of their fur and skin, and the large pieces of meat were roasted on the fire, were eaten by the men who had to fight, and the women and children had to eat only a soup of bones and wild vegetables—and if they did not hunt the beasts, they would go hungry.

A few rice balls are a drop in the bucket for Yanluo's current appetite.

In the panorama, Yan Luo looked at the little girl who bowed her head in fear, this is a little girl who is only about 10 years old, with a cuteness that has not been destroyed by too heavy labor, which belongs to the unique cuteness of this age, wearing a yellow animal skin skirt, and a piece of animal skin around her upper body, covering her green and slightly developed breasts, and her skin is sun-soaked wheat.

"Here you go, take it and eat it."

From the storage space, take out a small porcelain bottle, and pour out a Linggu pill, the pill is very small, it is milky white and looks inconspicuous.

The little girl took the pill with some fear, she didn't understand what it was, but when she put it in her palm, there was immediately a tempting fragrance of food, which made her throat stir for a moment, and she opened her mouth to put the pill in her mouth.

"Huh?"

The little girl was stunned, and then a wave of surprise welled up on her face: "It's full!" ”

For her, she has eaten too little since she can remember.

"Yanluo ......"

Chen Beixue spoke: "Give me one." ”

Yan Luo took out another Linggu Pill: "Huh, come and eat." ”

Chen Beixue: "......"

With a straight face, she took the Linggu Pill: "Is it the elixir of the cultivation system?" You actually have such a thing, you have mastered alchemy, and there are not many concoctors who can circulate the elixir in various worlds. Well...... This elixir can only be used as food, not too cherished, but unfortunately I don't like to go to the commercial area, otherwise I would have to buy a few bottles when I encounter it. ”

After eating Linggu Dan, Chen Beixue looked at the little girl: "What a cute child, what is your name?" ”

"Me? I don't have a name. ”

The little girl shook her head: "I'm not qualified to have a name yet. ”

"What?"

With Chen Beixue's IQ, it is obviously impossible to understand how important a name is in this era: "This is too much, Yanluo, do you say it's good to give her a name?" ”

"Whatever."

Looking at the little girl again in the panorama, with her yellow-brown animal skin clothes, her malnourished and yellowish hair, thin and small, almost like a hamster, Yan Luo thought for a moment and said, "How about naming you Bury, Little Bury?" ”

"Thank you, Lord for your name."

The little girl's tears of joy were about to flow out, and she quickly knelt down and kowtowed respectfully to Yan Luo.

"Why don't you just come up with a name? Why are you so happy? "Chen Beixue is very strange.

The little girl, dressed in the wheat-skinned skin of the animal, stood up and ran back to the women of the tribe, when the old priest came to her: "You named her?" ”

"Yes."

"Well...... old priest said after a moment of silence, "I hope you will treat her well in the future." ”

Yanluo: "? ”

The giving of names has a special meaning not only in this age, but in fact in later times, elders to juniors, parents to children, owners to the owned, such as slave owners to slaves.

Writing is sacred, and only a few people in one tribe can have names, and only priests with mystical powers are qualified to give names to others, and Yanluo is a person from other tribes, but as a "priest" is just qualified.

As an outsider, giving a name to a woman of the Black Bear Tribe has another meaning of taking her away, the little girl herself has no objection, and the old priest of the Black Bear Tribe has no objection, which is equivalent to all this decision - from now on, the little girl "buried" into Yanluo's person.

When he saw Xiao Bury walking over with a small package and standing behind him, Yan Luo also felt that something was wrong.

Only Chen Beixue still said suspiciously: "Huh? ”

"Bury ...... You are the most beautiful child of our Black Bear Tribe, and you must serve him well in the future with this priest of the Eastern Tang Dynasty. The old priest said with a serious face.

"Yes." The little girl nodded.

Yanluo: "......"

As the night progressed, the fires were lit one by one, and Yan Luo stood by one of them, testing whether the Olympic flame could withstand the so-called most terrifying "darkness" in the world.

The sun in the sky put away the last rays of light, and in the next second, the tide of darkness instantly flooded the earth!