The Glorious Summoner

　　 As Xia Ping'an, who had obtained a master's degree in history from Yuanmingyuan Vocational and Technical College in his previous life, he only took a few glances at the scene before him and was able to confirm that this tribe was an ancient tribe in the Paleolithic age.

The race of the 　　 tribe, judging from the appearance, is the ancestor of the Chinese people, judging from the vegetation around the tribe, the tribe should be located in a certain area north of the Yangtze River.

　　 Xia Ping’an saw his familiar horse chestnuts, neem trees, chrysanthemums and white birches in the surrounding forests. There were also bushes such as pyracantha and wheat plum on the nearby hillside.

　　 For some historians who used polished stone tools as the standard for the classification of the New Paleolithic Age, Xia Ping'an did not agree. Such a determination was rigid and funny, which was different from the objective development law of history.

According to that standard of identification, the ancients used various methods such as the anvil method, wrestling method, and hammering method to make stone tools, which shows that he was in the Paleolithic age. If an ancient man took the stone to grind it, he would be living. In the Neolithic Age.

Under such a classification standard, in the same tribe, if some ancient people were smarter, they would think that they would use the anvil method, wrestling method, hammering method, smashing method, and indirect beating method. He was dissatisfied with the “invented” stone tools produced by various methods. He took the stone and simply polished it. Then, according to the standards of some historians, did that tribe live in the Paleolithic tools? Times, and living in the Neolithic Age?

　　 The standard for dividing the two eras is to presume that all the ancients would only hammer, throw, hit, beat, and toss when holding a stone, instead of simply grinding it?

　　 In Xia Ping'an's view, such a standard is too mechanically rigid. It was made on the premise that there was no intelligent person among the ancients.

　　 The true classification standard of ancient times, Xia Pingan has insisted in his previous life that whether the ancients thoroughly mastered fire, a means of transforming nature and conquering nature, and the most critical energy source.

　　 The ancients who could make use of the fire produced by thunder and volcanic eruptions lived in the old fire era, and the ancients who could make fires on their own were in the new fire era.

　　燧人氏 is the only documented pioneer in the new fire era of mankind, and the great contribution of the Chinese ancestors to the entire human civilization!

　　 If you have mastered fire, you have mastered the most important energy source of this era. Productivity will be greatly improved. Fire can be used to make various tools and pottery, and process a variety of food. The tribal population can multiply stably, and agricultural production will follow.

　　 Thinking of the three words of Suiren on that world pearl, Xia Ping’s heart moved, could it be...

　　 At this moment, someone wearing animal skins walked out of the cave and began to beat the tree drum at the entrance of the cave with a wooden stick.

　　 The tree drum is a hollow old tree trunk. When it is struck with wood, the trunk will make a banging sound, which can travel far.

　　 Hearing that voice, all the people in the tribe who were still alive gathered towards the hillside.

　　 Only for a moment, the black and white on the hillside is full of people, there are probably thousands of people, men and women of all ages.

　　 Xia Ping An also gathered with the crowd.

　　 Another group of people came out of the cave!

The people who came out of the cave were all strong men and women. They had a lot of animal skins wrapped in them. They all had spears in their hands. The one who walked in the forefront was a gray head. The old man with a cane and a necklace of animal bones hanging from his neck.

　　 Behind the old man, a tall man with disheveled hair was **** with a rope made of vines and escorted out. The man looked ashen and dejected as he walked staggeringly.

　　 The old man holding the cane raised his hands, and the crowd rushing to the entrance of the cave was suddenly quiet.

　　 The old man with a beast bone necklace around his neck glanced around with a sad expression, and cried out in the cave entrance, "God is punishing us, our tribe’s sacred fire is extinguished..."

　　 The crowd was in a commotion. At the moment, some people began to kneel and pray, and others wept bitterly.

　　 On the hillside with thousands of people, all of a sudden, countless people cried loudly, like the end of the day.

"Without divine fire, how can we resist the horrible darkness that swallows the sky and the earth? Without divine fire, the ferocious beasts, tigers, wolves and poisonous insects will swallow us and sting to death while we sleep. Without divine fire, the cold winter is coming, our countless people , Will be frozen to death..." The old man with a beast bone necklace on his neck was crying out to the sky.

"Without Shenhuo, our warriors cannot make sharp and hard wooden spears. Without Shenhuo, we can only continue to eat the cold beast meat. The food cannot be stored for too long. Our body will become weak and sick. Child, will no longer be strong, hard to grow up..."

　　 The cry on the hillside resounded through the world.

For such a tribe, fire is the treasure of the entire tribe, the most precious thing, and the only energy source that people can grasp. Without fire, the entire tribe would not even be able to survive in the wilderness, and would face all kinds of things. Kind of survival dilemma.

　　 "This man is the most powerful warrior of our tribe. We gave him the responsibility of guarding the sacred fire, but he accidentally fell asleep last night and let our sacred fire go out..."

　　 "Kill him, kill him, kill him..."

Countless people on the hillside roared and stared at the bound man with angry eyes. The bound man wept bitterly, knelt on the ground, and cried out, "Patriarch, I am willing to apologize with death, but Before I die, please let me and the other warriors bring back the fire of the sacred fire, please let me die on the path of atonement..."

　　 The crying and regretful warrior did not calm the angry crowd around him, because in the eyes of everyone, the value of fire is much higher than a person's life.

"He must be responsible for his crimes, but before punishing him, our tribe needs a team of warriors who dared to die, climb the countless mountains in the distance, to the mountain pass where the flames are gushing underground, and bring us back to the sacred fire. The fire..." The old man pointed to the mountains in the distance, his voice was heavy and sad.

Looking at the great mountain in the distance, countless people were silent. There were countless beasts in the mountain. The road was difficult. Moreover, the mountain pass where flames burst from the ground is also dangerous. It is necessary to bring the sacred fire back from the mountain in the distance. For this task, for those who went, they might not be able to return successfully with fire in a lifetime of nine deaths.

　　Many tribes sent warriors to bring back the sacred fire, but in the end, there was no news from the people, and they never came back.

　　 Bring back a kind of fire. In many cases, many teams have to be sent out in succession before one team can successfully bring the fire back.

　　 For all warriors, this is the most difficult and dangerous test of this era.

　　 For a kind of fire, people die almost every day between the rising and falling of the sun and the moon.

　　 "I'm old, this tribe needs a new patriarch. This time the warrior who can bring back the gods can replace me and become the next patriarch of our tribe..."

　　As soon as the old man's voice fell, among the originally hesitating crowd, one by one warriors immediately stood up, willing to go over the mountain to bring the fire of the sacred fire into the distance.

　　 Xia Ping'an has been watching. At this time, thinking of the three words of the Suiren family on the Jiezhu, Xia Ping'an finally knew what he was going to do.

　　 If his understanding does not appear to be biased, in this case, he is required to assume the role of Suiren and assume the historical mission of Suiren.

　　 Xia Ping'an was excited, an unspeakable emotion and restlessness surged in his body.

In full view, Xia Ping’an walked out of the crowd, took a few steps forward, and said loudly, “Patriarch, you don’t need to sacrifice our tribe’s warriors. As long as you give me half a day, I can bring you the sacred fire and let our tribe’s sacred fire Never extinguish..."

　　 The crowd was in a commotion. Everyone looked at Xia Ping An who stood up with an unbelievable expression. The tribe chief also glared at Xia Ping An who stood up, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

　　 "If I can't do it, please punish me by the patriarch. I am willing to accept any punishment!"

"Are you waiting for the sky fire brought by the sky thunder?" The old man took the lead and glanced at the clear sky, staring at Xia Ping An, "No one knows when the sky fire will arrive. It may be after the heavy snow and the leaves. It turns green many times before it may encounter sky fire..."

　　 "I'm not waiting for the sky fire anymore, I don't need to wait for the sky, I don't need to rely on the ground, I can give birth to the sacred fire by myself!" Xia Ping'an said loudly.

The entire tribe went into shock, and everyone looked at Xia Pingan in shock. In the eyes of those in the tribe, this person who stood up and said such things was crazy. Without waiting for the sky fire or gathering the ground fire, how could he give birth to it? Surefire coming?

　　 impossible!

　　 completely impossible!

　　Fire is a god, how can a person create a god? Isn't that man the same as God?

"If you can do it, you are the one sent from heaven to bring us the sacred fire, and the whole tribe will listen to you in the future!" The old man also said simply, "If you can't do it, you will follow the warriors. Dashan, go get the sacred fire!"

　　 "Okay!" Xia Ping'an smiled and looked around, "Everyone can watch how I conjure a sacred fire in our tribe, I need to prepare some tools..."

　　 "I'll give you whatever you need..." The patriarch said directly. He didn't believe that Xia Ping'an could use things to make a magical fire. He just wanted to see what Xia Ping'an was playing.

　　 The entire tribe became curious, and then Xia Ping, no matter what everyone was doing, began to prepare tools under everyone's eyes.

Xia Pingan first found a wooden stick that was a few feet long, and then pushed aside the soft vines to make a rope. The rope was tied to both sides of the wooden stick and tightened, but the stick did not bend and made a rope. A simple tool similar to the bow.

Later, Xia Pingan found another piece of dry wood in the cave, a shorter dry stick. He sharpened one end of the dry stick on the stone, and then chiseled the piece of wood with a stone chisel. A hole, and a small hole was opened next to the hole that was cut out.

　　 Then Xia Pingan found the hay veneer again, and asked the people next to beat the hay veneer with a stone to make the hay veneer fibrous. Then Xia Pingan began to show how to drill wood to make fire.

He stepped on the wood that had been chipped with a stone, then inserted the sharpened wooden stick into the hole, and then put a string like a bow on the short stick, and along with Xia Ping’s pull the wooden stick, the sharpened stick The short stick was spinning and rubbing quickly in the wooden hole.

　　 Drilling wood to make fire is completely trivial to Xia Pingan.

More than ten minutes later, under everyone’s shocked gaze, as Xia Pingan’s movements became more and more proficient, the hole-cut wooden board began to smoke, and the smoked wood chips in the wooden board leaked out of the wooden hole next to it. , Fell on the piles of dry grass that had been beaten into velvet.

　　 The dry and fluffy pile of vegetation gradually started to smoke, and Xia Ping'an gently blew it with his mouth. After a while, a flame finally emerged from the small pile of vegetation.

　　 succeeded!

　　 The people in the tribe were stunned, as if they had witnessed a miracle.

　　 Xia Ping’an continued to add fine firewood to the flame. After a while, he set up a raging bonfire on the spot.

　　 "The sacred fire, the sacred fire ignited..." The whole tribe became a sensation, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked at Xia Ping'an in the eyes, just like looking at the gods.

　　Everything that Xia Pingan did just now, for the people of the entire tribe, is nothing more than a public performance of magic, and that precious sacred fire was transformed in the hands of Xia Pingan.

　　 That sacred fire did not originate from the sky or the earth, but from themselves, and it changed from Xia Ping'an's hands.

　　In everyone's eyes, this is a miracle comparable to the mighty power of heaven and earth!

　　 The patriarch also got excited, and even took his hand on the burning flame to test the temperature, trying to see if the fire was real.

　　 Countless people rushed towards Xia Ping’an and surrounded Xia Ping’an, each of them extremely excited, asking why they could turn into a sacred fire.

　　 Xia Ping An looked at the excited crowd and said softly, "Don’t be excited, I can teach you..."

　　 Then, Xia Ping'an singled out a few warriors and young people, including the one who was tied up, and asked them to learn a little bit of how to make fire with him.

　　 The second person learned, the third learned, and the whole tribe was boiling.

　　 In the next few days, many tribes in the neighborhood heard that someone in this tribe could conjure sacred fire, and they sent people to study in this tribe one by one.

　　 Xia Ping’an doesn’t hide her privately. As long as someone comes to learn, he will teach everyone the skills of drilling wood and making fire.

　　 A few days later, among all the surrounding tribes, Xia Pingan had a resounding name—Suirenshi!

　　 Before this, he had no name, and no one in the tribe had a name.

　　燧人者, is a person who can use the method of drilling wood to make fire. The meaning of clan is similar to a god! .

People in the 　　 tribe have no names at this time, and Xia Pingan became the first person to have a name...