Forty Millenniums of Cultivation Chapter 2975: The wild cultivation!
"Strong Arm" was awakened by the sound of "Ding dīng dāng".
This is the beginning of Primal Chaos. When Hongmeng began, the world was dark, volcanic eruptions were everywhere, black smoke filled it, and it brought rich nutrients while shaking the earth. The jungle grew arbitrarily, birds Walking beasts freely gallops, and even birth has a "strong arm" such as the intelligent and social spirit of all things, the rumen who drink blood.
The "strong arms" are the leaders of twenty or thirty cavemen in this cave. They are distant relatives of the early Human Race. They are figure sturdy, and their faces and shoulders are developed horizontally. It is more like a gorilla standing upright than a human.
The caveman ’s forehead is tilted backwards, but the jaw is protruding forward. This skull structure, while giving them a developed bite force, also limits the development of their brain capacity and wisdom, so they have not learned to polish too much Exquisite tools, let alone learn to grow and livestock, just create rough stone axes, wooden spears and bone rods, chasing prey and collecting fruits every day.
It takes a lot of energy to chase prey. A sleepy eyesight may be escaped by the rich prey, or forget to distinguish the footprints of the beasts, leading to unimaginable consequences. As the caveman ’s leader, the "strong arm" sleep is the entire A matter of life and death for ethnic groups.
So, when I was awakened before the light of the day, the "strong arm" accumulated a fire in his belly, and he was full of high vigilance. His entire body of hair stood like a chimpanzee, and "hū lū hū lū" was issued in the chest the sound of.
The other men in the cave, or male cavemen, were also awakened by this weird voice.
"No hair", "one more", "pig claws", men look at each other in dismay, and turned their cloudy eyes to the leader, curling their fingers, gestured to the "strong arm" to ask what was going on?
The sound of "dīng dīng dong dong" came from the deepest part of the cave. At the end of the darkness, faintly, there was a faint firelight!
This cave is warm, rugged, and narrow, and it is the best dwelling place for cavemen.
But the cave slopes down, sinks deeper and deeper, but has nothing at the end. It is not suitable for survival, and it is impossible for a "shenmu" to be struck by lightning and ignite a raging fire.
The cavemen are still groping for the mystery of firing, and they have instinctive curiosity and awe for the flame.
Despite the faint fire, it is enough to stimulate the pupils of all cavemen, shrinking to the size of the needle tip.
The "strong arm" rubbed sharp canine teeth, picked up a slightly polished stone axe, gestured, and climbed to the end of the cave with the male caveman.
Soon, they saw an extremely exquisite workmanship, made of pine cones, animal oil and bone sticks, far beyond the Era torch, long burning, almost no smoke, and emit very well Smell it.
The flames stabbed their eyes, causing them to contract their pores, stiff muscles, and difficulty breathing. Even the strongest and boldest leader, the "strong arm," almost exclaimed and ran away.
But what surprised them even more was the thin figure under the swaying flames.
"It's" crooked neck "!"
The "one more" with six fingers on his right hand, dancing with his hands, gestured to the "strong arm" to relieve each other's tension.
These early cavemen did not have the ability to master the language. Their rough throats could only make weird roars to form short syllables, and the flames of their open teeth and claws blocked their throats. Make a little sound.
You don't need to say "one more", "strong arm" also recognizes.
"Crooked neck" is the thinnest caveman in this little cave.
If you say that all other cavemen are chimpanzees, and the "strong arm" is a gorilla, the "twisted neck" is simply a hairless monkey.
Such a thin caveman did not originally have the right to survive the brutal flood.
But although he is thin, he runs very fast. He is also good at grinding stone axes, making stone spears and all kinds of strange things. Many times he can smell the beast and avoid the annihilation of the hunting team. "Arm" also barely left him.
In addition to being weak and thin, there is another problem with the "twisted neck". Every night, he rarely sleeps, but he likes to run outside, reach out in the wilderness with no fingers, tilt his neck, and look up at the starry sky, Looking at the brilliant stars in the sky, I fell into long-term thinking.
Beyond the cave, under the night, there is the world of beasts, Saber-Toothed Tiger, long-haired lions, and the ubiquitous wolves and giant ancient pigs. I do n’t know how the crooked neck has escaped the invasion of many beasts.
Fortunately, this early caveman tribe has not yet developed a primitive religion. Otherwise, aliens like "crooked necks" must be treated as "demons" by the tribes and thrown under the cliffs to please Gods.
Actually, according to the nomenclature of cavemen, "twisted neck" should be called "look at the stars".
However, the barren Brain of these cavemen ca n’t understand the concept of heaven and earth, and they do n’t know what is flashing in the sky whenever the night sky comes. In their view, it ’s just one by one. Meaningless little light spots.
The short syllables and the arrangement of ten fingers ca n’t describe the concept of too high and deep to be measured like “stars”, so they have to call this skinny kind “tangle neck” with their habitual movements.
Including the "strong arm", all cavemen know that "twisted neck" is a heterogeneity in the ethnic group, but no one expected that "twisted neck" would be strange to such an extent that he was under the fire. Do something that nobody has ever seen, described, or understood.
He is drawing.
He first cut rough lines on limestone with a sharp stone spear, and then grinded it with various ores and then added paint made by adding water, blood and grease, a pair of primitive, simple, Rough and full of life tension murals appeared in front of many cavemen.
In the dark sea of cavemen and Primal Chaos ’s thinking, there is no room for art, religion and imagination to run. As a leader, the "strong arm" should immediately stop the absurd move of "twisting the neck", but his throat With strong and powerful arms, they were caught by an invisible force and could not make a roar. swing down couldn't get an arm and could only stare.
Looking at it, a light of wisdom is like clear spring water, as if pouring from the fingers of the "crooked neck" into the narrow brain chamber of the "strong arm", making him vaguely understand the meaning of the mural.
"Crooked Neck" first drew a lot of villains under the mural, these villains swing down with stone axes and spears, it seems to be chasing ... wild boar and bison, then, that is their daily life, that represents they!
Then, "Crooked Neck" draws a lot of small dots above the mural, and there are constantly radiating lines around the small dots, that is, things hanging high in the sky, the sun, moon and stars.
Finally, the "twisted neck" pulled out a lot of dotted lines from the little people who represented them, all the way to the sun, moon and stars in the sky. At the end of the dotted lines, many arrows were drawn.
What does this mean, is that these cavemen who have just transformed from mud spots can one day fly above the sun, moon and stars?
"Strong Arm" doesn't know.
He just feels that there are many, many new concepts, new vocabulary, new pictures and ridiculous fantasies, which are constantly pouring into the depths of his neural field, or simply pouring out from the depths of his neural field.
Sun, moon, stars, heaven and earth, universe, flying, Expeditions ... He would like to find a new way of expression, tell these concepts to the tribes, and then look for them with the tribes, looking for flying The sun's approach.
The "strong arm" was overwhelmed by this huge, deep, distant and ever-changing world, and clear tears were flowing from the corners of his turbid eyes, standing blankly, and the stone axe fell to the ground unconsciously.
His clan, "one more", "no hair", "pig claw" ... everyone is the same.
The wall painting was completed by "Crossing the Neck". Ten fingers were worn away, and the last stroke was completely dyed with blood.
He turned his head and looked at his stupid and thoughtful tribe, grinning, and the smile was extremely bright, pure and peaceful.
While the tribes are still in a trance, unable to themselves, the "crooked neck" is quietly submerged in the shadow that the torch cannot reach, and sticks to the cave wall, bypassing the tribe and walking towards the cave entrance.
He crouched and walked carefully, not wanting to wake up women and children who were still asleep.
The "crooked neck" pushed away the rock that blocked the opening of the cave, and then plugged the cave back from the outside. This was one step at a time, and it came into the wilderness of dawn.
The sun has not yet risen, but a wave of red awns has risen above the horizon, outlining a steep, majestic, and thrilling ridge.
The river is running, everything is awake, and the roar of fierce beasts and the chirping of birds gradually come from afar, forming an ancient chorus.
"Crooked Neck" looked at everything reluctantly, took a deep breath, curled hands licked the saliva, and for the last time, carefully combed his hair.
Under the light of the morning glow, his hair radiated with red color all around, and in the depths of the red, there was a hint of golden awns, obviously a weak monkey, but exuded person's heart spirit, The breath of heaven and earth cannot be concealed.
Suddenly, he stopped combing, groping carefully, and a flea twisted out between the hairs.
Habitually want to pinch to death, think about it, or curl up your fingers, flick the fleas out, and into the wilderness of infinite possibilities.
The rock behind the cave was pushed away again, and there was a rapid roar from the "strong arm" and others.
"Tilted neck" didn't look back, smiled slightly, jumped forward, and faced the sunrise and turned away!