Ding-dong, ding-dong!

The sound of water droplets sounded, and there was a dark silence all around, and the familiar scene reappeared, this was the dream that took him to appreciate the experience of the ancient sages several times, and he didn't know where he came from and where he was going.

There was a loud click, and a white light flashed through the darkness, and the sound of breathing appeared all around.

A full moon was rising, and with the help of the moonlight, Meng Wei was surrounded by a group of "wild men" wrapped in animal skins and trembling.

It is really a wild man, with dense body hair covering the body, looking older than the Gaoyang clan and the Dan'er country, the primitive human race "wild man", they are wrapped in thin animal skins and hug each other, sitting in front of the cave, looking at Meng Wei with blank eyes.

"Failed again!"

"Yes, this is the fourth time, the heavenly thunder still hasn't struck the big tree, and the fire in the clan has been extinguished. We're going to freeze to death. ”

"Open your eyes, O God, and look at the devout Fire Tribe tribes of the earth! If there were no more flames, we would freeze to death! ”

The old witch knelt in front of a large pile of unlit bonfires, kept kowtowing to the dark sky, begging for mercy and praying incessantly.

Just as Meng Wei stabilized his mind and was about to continue watching the picture, a biting cold rushed straight towards him, his whole body stiffened, his upper and lower teeth kept chattering, and there was a gurgling sound of teeth colliding.

Something was wrong, something was wrong, the usual dream was like watching a mime, he couldn't be touched, he couldn't hear a sound.

But this time it was different, he seemed to have a physical body, with five senses, hunger, and at this time, like the wild people around him, he was frozen by the cold and his limbs were frozen.

Looking at the fire in front of him, Meng Wei subconsciously wanted to use the burning desolation and light the bonfire, but now he could feel the majestic qi and blood in his body that was far superior to him, but he couldn't draw out a trace of blood power. It's like having an empty submachine gun but no bullets.

There were weepings in their ears one after another, as if they hated themselves for not being pious enough to move the heavens to bring them a new fire.

At this time, a dog beast that could not see its whole body clearly emerged from the darkness, the corners of its mouth drooling with jin liquid, and a low roar came out of its throat, as if it was very jealous of this group of wild savages, but it could not give up the greed in its heart.

The prostrated witch shouted excitedly from his mouth: "It's the fire dog god, we have been saved, the fire dog god who can swallow different fires!" ”

"Fire Dog God, I beg you to give you fire, and we will hunt beasts for you to worship!"

Meng Wei fixed his eyes and saw that this was a fart fire dog god, which was clearly a scourge fight, and he was cunningly attacked by Dai Zong at that time.

Scourge looked at the old man in front of him, his face flashed with a trace of disdain, and his narrow dog eyes carried a hint of mockery, if it was a life-and-death fight, it was not the opponent of this group of savages, but now, as long as he distanced himself and waited for the heavy snow to fall, this group of savages would naturally not live long, and all of them would freeze to death in the coming heavy snow.

At that time, it can eat as much as it wants, and every year on snowy days, there will be such tribes in the wilderness that have lost their fire, frozen to death and devoured by wild beasts.

Looking at the retreating vigilant scourge, the old wizard looked sad and looked back at his people.

I saw that all the old people and children in the clan spontaneously came out of the middle of the crowd, and in the cold wind, they walked towards the scourge step by step.

"Fire Dog God, how to swallow cold flesh and cold blood, please give us flames, let us be a tribute in your belly under the warmth of the fire!"

The old man and the children consciously prostrate themselves on the ground, pleading for the gift of calamity.

The dog's eyes turned and the disaster fight looked at the scene in front of him playfully, silently retreated, refusing the prayer of this tribe, there is blood food every winter, why break the rules between the fierce beasts? Captivity? The fire spirit deer in the mountain next door was divided into the wild by the beasts because it helped the human race.

The desperate old man's eyes dissipated, and he couldn't think of any other way to save his people, who had once galloped in the wilderness, but now he was desperate and died.

Listening to the desperate cry in his ears, Meng Wei was hungry and cold, and roared angrily.

"Enough!"

Countless clansmen raised their eyes and looked at it, they had already seen it, and they had to be tortured by reality every year, but unfortunately, this one who is crazy now is still one of the most powerful warriors in the clan, but he didn't expect that his mind was as hard as iron, and he was out of control at the moment, and everyone didn't reprimand, but looked at the miserable white moonlight in the night even more desperately.

Quietly waiting for death.

Meng Wei has always felt that he seems to be holding a breath in his chest, he can't swallow it, he can't spit it out, he was still fighting to the death with the concubine one second, and he came to this world the next second, his soul was as if he had just been scorched by the high temperature, and was immediately cooled by the cold winter, and under the violent shock, he only felt that he was irritable and wanted to go crazy in his heart.

Or perhaps, in this body, there was already a belly of fire that could not be released, and the combination of the two powers directly ignited the anger in his heart.

"Isn't it just tinder? Can't you make it yourself? ”

Everyone didn't pay attention, looking at Meng Wei like a madman, making fire? Why don't you say that the heavens blow the cold weather hot?

Breathing out a breath of hot mist, Meng Wei moved his body, he was a little fed up with this depressing "dream". Take a straight stick from the campfire and gently grind the top with a stone.

Then take out a dry log, dig a hole in the slender log with a stone knife, and stuff all kinds of dead branches and leaves of eddelweiss into the hole.

His legs clamped the log, and his two hairy palms turned the sticks and rubbed them among the velvet.

The sound of "click~click~click~" was particularly harsh in the cry, and everyone looked at Meng Wei, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and wrapped in leopard fur, repeatedly turning the wooden stick in his hand, looking a little stunned.

Damn, it's very simple in the book, but why is it so difficult to drill wood for fire?

After rubbing for a long time, his hands hurt from rubbing, but he couldn't grind out a trace of fire, Meng Wei looked at the slightly burnt grooves and pits with some dejection, and was a little helpless.

"Wu is dead, Wu is dead!"

"The owl is also dead, hahaha, everyone is crazy, dead and dead, okay, God is going to kill my fire tribe."

Looking at the clansmen who kept freezing to death in the cold wind, Meng Wei kept taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, thinking carefully about the barren knowledge of drilling wood for fire in his previous life, and only hated that he usually didn't turn over the small broken station, and when the matter came, after removing a bloodline ability, he couldn't even drill a small flame.

Forcibly calm his mind, no longer pay attention to the madness, and the crazy and not crazy clansmen will be re-dispelled from their irritability, and continue to drill the wooden stick under their hands.

Once, twice, ten, hundred, hundreds of clansmen, more than a dozen people had frozen to death on the periphery, and the rest of the people blocked the frozen stiff clansmen at the entrance of the cave, shielding the cold wind with withered grass and branches, and a group of people huddled in the cave shivering, only the frowning witch stared at the young man who was shielding the cold wind from the bonfire and drilling wooden sticks.

Hundreds of experiments, from the silent night to the next morning, from early morning to night, day and night alternate, the tribesmen are constantly decreasing, and the sky has gradually begun to fall snowflakes.

Meng Wei's hands were blurred with flesh and blood, but he didn't dare to stop, gently wiped the blood off the hide, and carefully took out the last few edelweiss grass from the campfire, this time he spread the velvet under the stick, and then carved a groove.

The previous times it was like this, drilling out a dark black powder, but it couldn't ignite the velvet at all, this time he was going to let the black toner fall directly on the velvet, and then kept turning the stick, trying to make the high temperature of the toner powder ignite the velvet.

The clansmen were no longer surprised, this crazy clansman had drilled four sunrises and sunsets, without sleep, eating, drinking, and constantly drilling wooden sticks, and the strong man had turned himself into a weak man with a pale face and blood on his hands.

The tribesmen waited, and when he died, they threw him at the mouth of the cave as a tool to block the wind.

It is not easy to drill wood for fire, and many bloggers in later generations have also tried various electric drills and used bows to drill wood for fire, and not everyone can succeed every time.

And this time, the wind gradually became smaller, and fine snow began to fall in the sky, and Meng Wei, who couldn't perceive the surrounding environment, was still drilling the wooden stick in his hand, just a little, just a little bit.

Finally, a white smoke rose up, and everyone was surprised, and they had been amazed before, but they couldn't light the velvet at all.

Meng Wei carefully wrapped the faint high-temperature toner in velvet, gently placed it on his chest and blew a long breath.

The white smoke slowly grew larger, and Wu's eyes widened, looking at this young man with smoking hands, ah! Yes! The screaming is non-stop.

The crowd stepped forward and followed the witch's finger to look forward, and the pale young man by the campfire exhaled one last heavily, and the flames burned.

"Oh!!"

"Sui! It's Sui! It's the most powerful warrior in our clan, Sui, who drilled flames out of wood! ”

Meng Wei carefully handed the burning velvet into the bonfire again, and the starry flames were like a prairie fire, easily igniting the other velvet and dead leaves in the bonfire, followed by dry branches, and then dry firewood.

The fire was raging, and the rest of the clansmen pushed the blockage from the cave and rushed out, cheering around the campfire, singing unknown songs and chanting the name of "Sui".

Meng Wei smiled happily, it turned out that it was not so simple to drill wood to make fire, and it turned out that every attempt was made again and again for the appearance of the last ray of fire.

"Sui? Suiren? ”

Meng tasted enlightenment, his soul seemed to come out of the body of the Suiren clan, he stared at the Suiren clan, and the Suiren clan also stared at him, the two people had the same face, the difference was that the Suiren clan was rougher and the body hair was more vigorous.

Suiren's eyes were like a long river across time and space, and he asked Meng Wei softly: "Do you understand what mortal fire is?" ”

Meng Wei pondered, what is mortal fire? Fireworks on earth?

No, what carries the hope of the human race is mortal fire, and what is used by the human race to inherit civilization and dispel darkness is mortal fire, mortal fire is the fire of the world, the first "rebellious" fire created by mortals to conquer nature and heaven and earth.

A mysterious and mysterious aura evaporated from Meng Wei's body, the orange-red flame gradually turned to crimson, and the boiling qi and blood replenished every layer of skin, and he felt that his whole body was as painful and itchy as ten thousand ants biting.

"I am the firewood that should have been burned, I am the world's first mortal fire lit by human hands, I am hope, I am ......"

"I am the god of fire, not the Suiren clan, nor the Zhurong clan, but the one who inherits their inheritance and re-sows the fire of the world, I am the human race Meng Wei."

Looking at the enlightenment of the young man in front of him, the Suiren clan nodded with satisfaction, and then turned into a wisp of flame and disappeared into the space of the dream.

The eyes of fire were reopened, and the empty dream was gone, and the place where I came into view was a crystal clear river, which should have returned to the sea in the east, but the red water was still at the moment.

In the eye is the dry earth, the touch of green clothes floating on the water.

On the bank of the river was Ji Youyu, who was shouting excitedly and shouting "Father".

Meng Wei closed his eyes again, and his mind showed an incomplete chain of fire blood, and the Burning and Flame Giants were constantly circling, and above them, the fire of turning fire, bathing fire, and possessing bones were lit at the same time.

Further up, at the very top of the chain, a red fireball also flickered with an unstable shimmer.

Vulcan (1/5): Obtain the qualification for the fire system, and in the first stage, you can turn the essence and energy into samadhi true fire.

A body of flames faded, the skin was fair, like the furnace re-condensed Meng Wei fell into the red water, the red water that weighed as much as a thousand catties in the past was no different from ordinary water in front of him, Meng Wei wrapped in the true fire of Samadhi gradually sank to the bottom of the water, picked up his three treasures, and swam to the shore.

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Wei turned around again, picked up the green clothes from the water, and recalled the previous scene in a daze, some didn't understand where the female concubine went, could it be melted by the red water?

But he obtained the majestic blood of the concubine, and the divinity covered by his body could never come out of thin air, but he fell into a coma in the middle, and he really couldn't remember what happened.

Meng Wei put away the Tsing Yi, swam back to the shore with great effort, picked up the crying Ji Youyu, and kept comforting him.

"Don't be afraid, there are fish, isn't Father back, don't cry, Father is fine!"

After Ji Youyu's mood stabilized a little, Meng Wei walked to the jade qilin and stroked the wound on the broken scale armor on his back, took it back to the beast bag to recuperate, and then looked thoughtfully in the direction of Zhong Shan, muttering in his mouth.

"Wait for me, I'll come to you."

PS：

Fire: Transform into flames, scatter into fires, and gather as people.

Bathing fire: fire resistance increases, the fire in the heart and mouth is not extinguished, and the body is not dead.

Bone-Bound Fire: Summons a Bone-Bound Fire Dragon to bind and strangle and burn it all!

Preview: Soon to return to the home field of the world, the main core plot is still two bars away, I will finish writing as soon as possible and return to the main battlefield channel.

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