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

Around the altar, in addition to the tribesmen who were out hunting, men, women, and children from the Fenggun tribe gathered here at the moment.

Hua Xu moved very quickly. Although she had always been worried about Feng Xi's shocking ideas, as a witch, she did not have blind faith in divine fire.

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

If some tribesmen were not out hunting, she might have gathered the entire Fenggon tribe together.

Because she understands very well what fire means to the tribe!

Even if...

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At this time, the people of the Fenggun tribe were quietly surrounding Feng Xi, sitting obediently. No one said a word, and everyone looked at him with eyes full of reverence.

After the fire ceremony, Feng Xi's identity changed dramatically overnight.

He is no longer just the son of tribal leader Hua Xu. He has mastered the firewood, and in the eyes of his tribe, his status has even surpassed that of the leader and has become a 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 they were closest to Feng Xi.

There was nothing Feng Xi could do about the reverence of the tribesmen. He knew why the tribesmen were in awe of him, and he also understood that such reverence was not what he wanted.

However, I cannot deny the identity of the divine messenger, and it is impossible to deny this identity!

In the name of false gods, they teach people.

Only by using the identity of this divine envoy can he better change the tribe.

I saw Feng Xi pointing to 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 tribesmen were full of doubts and uneasiness. They didn't understand, but no one dared to speak out.

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

Fire is a gift from God!

It is blasphemy to try to seize this gift!

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

But, he is the messenger of the gods!

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

In this era, no one dares or will question the gods.

Because that is also blasphemy!

Feng Xi glanced at the uneasy tribesmen. He knew what the tribesmen were thinking at the moment, but he did not explain.

Putting on the cloak of a messenger of the gods, he no longer needed to explain to them.

Next, just let them learn from you.

I saw Feng Xi picking up the thin piece of wood with one hand, and then placing the thick piece of wood in front of him with the other hand. Then, he aimed the tip of the thin piece of wood at the small holes that had been drilled with stones on the thick piece of wood.

Hold it with your hands and start to rotate and rub it.

"Shasha...shasha..."

Seeing the movements of the divine envoy, the tribesmen looked at each other, a little at a loss. At this moment, Hua Xu and Xi Dang imitated Feng Xi's movements and began to rub the two pieces of wood together.

When everyone saw this, they suddenly realized, and they quickly imitated their movements and started to rotate and rub.

Feng Xi looked at this scene with his peripheral vision, slightly curved the corners of his mouth, then withdrew his gaze and started rubbing in earnest.

"Shasha...shasha..."

"rustle……"

For a moment, there were only bursts of quiet friction under the altar.

Make fire by drilling wood!

It is this most primitive way of making fire that Feng Xi wants to teach the people of the Feng Gun tribe, and it is also the method left by the ancestor Sui Emperor to pass down fire.

In later generations, in addition to drilling wood to make fire, Feng Xi also heard about many ways to make fire, such as gold sui, stone sui...

However, in this primitive tribal era, drilling wood to make fire was the easiest and most learned way to make fire!

There was no flint wood that could be used at will like Sui Huang. In order to increase the success of drilling wood to make fire, Feng Xi specially selected a batch of dry trees as tools for making fire.

They even prepared a batch of dead grass and chopped them into pieces to use as fire starter.

As time passed, a burst of white smoke began to float from the wood. Seeing this, Feng Xi quickly placed the hay that had been chopped in advance on the side and continued to drill the wood while drilling. He started blowing with his mouth again and again.

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At the same time, he also explained it to the tribesmen.

Suddenly, the entire altar began to make friction sounds, accompanied by bursts of blowing sounds.

Tiny sparks splashed up with the friction and blowing air, staining the withered grass.

Hay, which is already flammable, is immediately ignited by sparks when touched like this.

"fire!"

At this moment, someone suddenly screamed, pointing at the flames that started to burn in front of Feng Xi, and suddenly knelt down.

Upon seeing this, all the tribesmen quickly put down what they were doing and knelt down one after another. They kept shouting,

"fire!"

"fire!"

…

Feng Xi moved his hands for a moment, but did not get angry because of their behavior. After thinking about it, he stood up suddenly, lifted the wood that had started to burn, and shouted,

"fire!"

"Fire! Fire! Fire!" Upon seeing this, the tribesmen immediately started shouting.

"fire!"

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

…

After shouting a few times, he sat down and pointed at the burning flames in front of him,

"fire!"

Then he pointed to the drill wood placed aside,

"Make fire!"

When the tribesmen saw it, they immediately understood what he meant. They all sat down, grabbed the wood, and began to turn it vigorously. Their eyes were fixed on the dead grass on the wood, full of expectation.

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

When she saw that the tribesmen had calmed down and continued to make fire, even more motivated than before, there was a hint of contemplation in her eyes.

He glanced at it without any trace, and with his head also lowered, looking at the wood with a serious look on his face, Xi sighed softly.

…

soon.

Following the movements of the tribesmen, amidst the smoke, flames were born in their hands.

"fire!"

"fire!"

"fire……"

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

The people of the Fenggun tribe held up the burning wood in their hands and danced excitedly.

Their faces were rosy and rosy under the flames.

Once they learn how to make fire, they don't need to come to the altar to make fire every time.

After learning how to make fire, they don't have to worry about running out of fire when hunting outside.

By learning how to make fire, they no longer need to be afraid of the dark...

…

No one failed. Under Feng Xi's guidance, everyone learned how to drill wood to make fire.

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

I saw the figure whose body was burned to black charcoal and covered with bruises.

The figure that struggled to climb out of the ashes.

The figure coughing up blood at the corner of his mouth, but smiling innocently like a child...

"Sui Huang, fire, has been passed down!"

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He took away the power of the gods from the great Sui and took fire to pass on to the human race.
Chapter completed!