"Today I'm going to teach you how to use fire!"

Around the altar, in addition to the people who went out hunting, the men, women and children of the Fenggon tribe gathered here at this moment.

Hua Xu's movements are fast, although she has always been haunted by Fengxi's shocking thoughts, but she can become a witch, but she is not blindly believing in Shenhuo.

Resolutely summoned all the clansmen of the tribe, regardless of men and women, young and old, even the clansmen who were doing things at hand were "forcibly" brought here by Hua Xu.

If it weren't for the fact that some of her people were out hunting, she might have gathered the entire Windgon tribe.

Because she knows very well in her heart the meaning of fire to the tribe!

Even if......

……

At this time, the clansmen of the Fenggon tribe were quietly surrounding Fengxi, sitting honestly, no one said a word, and their eyes were full of reverence when they looked at him one by one.

After the fire festival, Fengxi's identity changed dramatically overnight.

He was no longer just the son of the tribal leader Hua Xu. Having mastered the fire, in the eyes of the clansmen, he has even surpassed the leader and become the messenger of the gods.

Even the leader Hua Xu and Nu Xi, who was recognized as the future leader, could only sit on either side of him, but the position was closest to Fengxi.

Feng Xi has no way to respect the clansmen, he knows why the clansmen are in awe of him, and he also understands that this kind of awe is not what he wants.

However, he cannot deny the identity of the oracle, nor can he deny this identity!

False gods give names to men.

Only by using the identity of this oracle can he change the tribe for the better.

I saw Feng Xi pointing to the two pieces of wood placed in front of him, one thick and one thin, and said,

"First of all, you have to learn from me and make a fire!"

'Make a fire, isn't there already a fire?' ’

The eyes of the clansmen were full of doubts and apprehensions, they were puzzled, but no one dared to say it.

They are accustomed to praying for a flame like a torch, but they never think of trying to make a fire themselves.

Flame is a gift from God!

It is blasphemy to try to take away this gift!

If Feng Xi had not become a "divine messenger", they would have been angry, would have reprimanded him, and even expelled him from the tribe!

But, he is a messenger of the gods!

The oracle represents the will of the gods, and what he says is naturally what the gods say.

In this day and age, no one dares and no one will question the gods.

Because that's also blasphemy!

Feng Xi glanced at the uneasy clansmen, he knew what the clansmen were thinking at the moment, but he didn't explain.

Dressed in the garb of a messenger of the gods, he no longer needed to explain it to them.

Next, just let them learn on their own.

I saw Feng Xi pick up the thin wood with one hand, and then place the thick wood in front of him with the other hand, and then, aiming the tip of the thin wood at the small hole that had already been made with stone on the thick wood, holding it with both hands, and began to rotate and rub it.

"Rustle...... Sand ......"

Looking at the movements of the divine envoy, the clansmen looked at each other, a little at a loss, and at this moment, Hua Xu and Xi Dang first learned Fengxi's movements and began to rub the two pieces of wood.

Seeing this, everyone suddenly realized, and quickly learned their movements and began to turn and rub.

Feng Xi Yuguang looked at this scene, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, then retracted his gaze, and began to rub seriously.

"Sand... Rustle......"

"Rustling ......"

For a moment, there was only a quiet sound of friction under the entire altar.

Drill wood for fire!

Fengxi wants to teach the Fenggon tribesmen that it is this most primitive way of making fire, and it is also the method left by the ancestor Suihuang to inherit the fire.

Later generations, in addition to drilling wood to make fire, Fengxi also heard of many ways to make fire, golden flint, stone flint......

However, in this primitive tribal era, drilling wood for fire is the easiest and best way to learn to make fire!

In order to increase the success of drilling wood for fire, Fengxi deliberately selected a batch of dry trees as tools for fire.

Even, a batch of dead grass was prepared, and they were chopped up to serve as a fire guide.

With the passage of time, I saw that a puff of white smoke began to float out of the wood, and when Fengxi saw this, he hurriedly put the hay that had been crushed in advance on the side, and continued to rotate the drill wood, while drilling, and began to blow it with his mouth over and over again.

At the same time, it was also explained to the clansmen.

For a while, under the entire altar, the sound of friction began to be accompanied by bursts of blowing sounds.

A little spark splashes up with friction and blows, staining the dead grass.

The already flammable hay, as soon as the spark touched it, it was immediately led.

"Fire!"

At this moment, someone suddenly let out an exclamation, and he suddenly knelt down pointing to the flames that began to burn in front of Feng Xi.

Seeing this, the clansmen hurriedly put down the movements in their hands and knelt down one after another. He kept shouting,

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

……

Feng Xi made a movement in his hand, did not get angry because they were like this, thought about it, suddenly got up, lifted up the wood that had begun to burn, and shouted,

"Fire!"

"Fire! Fire! Fire! Seeing this, the clansmen immediately shouted.

"Fire!"

"Fire! Fire! Fire! ”

……

After a few shouts, he sat down, and then pointed to the flames burning in front of him,

"Fire!"

Then he pointed to the drilled wood that was set aside,

"Take the fire!"

When the clansmen saw him, they immediately understood what he meant, sat down one after another, grabbed the drill wood, and began to continue to rotate vigorously. His eyes were glued to the dead grass on the wood, full of anticipation.

Hua Xu on the side took all this into his eyes, with shock in his eyes and a touch of thought.

When she saw that her people had quieted down and continued to make fires, even more motivated than before, there was a touch of contemplation in her eyes.

glanced at it without a trace, and Nozomi, who also lowered his head and drilled the wood seriously, sighed softly.

……

Soon.

With the movements of the clansmen, the green smoke was swirling, and flames were born in their hands.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire ......"

The birth of each flame is accompanied by a cry of surprise.

The clansmen of the Fenggon tribe held up the burning wood in their hands, and danced excitedly.

Their faces were rosy and rosy in the light of the flames.

By learning how to make fire, they don't have to come to the altar every time to make it.

Having learned to make fire, they don't have to worry about running out of fire when they're hunting outside.

By learning to make fire, they don't have to fear the dark......

……

There was no failure, and all of them, under the teaching of Fengxi, learned how to drill wood to make fire.

At this time, Fengxi also stood up, and he looked at the smiling faces reflected in the flames in front of him, as if he saw the scene across time and space that day.

I saw the figure who was burned to black charcoal and covered in bruises.

The figure that staggered and crawled out of the ashes with difficulty.

The one who coughed up blood at the corner of his mouth, but smiled innocently like a child......

"Suihuang, fire, it's been passed down!"

……

arrogant and flint to seize the authority of the gods, and take fire to pass on the human race.

At this time, the torch will be inherited and humanity will be opened.