Tracing China: Through history, dialogue between ancient and modern

Chapter 77 I Tell the Wind to Find the Flame That Can Light the Darkness

"Hi everyone, I'm Lin Feng."

"It has been said: Frictional fire surpasses the steam engine in terms of liberating effect on the world. For the first time, frictional fire made man dominate a natural force, and thus finally separated from the animal kingdom."

"It is also said that a person is a person if he has fire and can make fire."

"It is said that the person who drilled wood to make fire was named Suiren, which has been recorded in the ancient books of the pre-Qin period."

"For example, there is a saying in "Supplements of Relics": There is a big tree named Sui in Suiming country, and it is tens of thousands of hectares. Later, there was a saint who traveled to his country. There were birds pecking at the tree, and the fire was shining brightly. The saint was moved, because he drilled the fire with twigs and called Suiren."

"The origin of China's love for fire began with the Suiren."

"Today, I will lead you all back to the oldest prehistoric era, talk to the ancient ancestor Suiren, and trace the origin of the fire civilization."

……

At this time, the audience noticed that Lin Feng's attire today was no longer a suit and leather shoes, nor was it modern clothing.

He was dressed in sackcloth and sandals on his feet.

The whole person is sunny, dry and youthful...

The background behind Lin Feng is a cluster of flames, the flames are rarely distorted, and densely packed symbols are beating.

It seems that thousands of years of historical civilization have been turned into symbols and condensed into flames.

The audience's pupils are wide open, and they can vaguely see the signs of those symbols. The symbols are like words, but they are not words.

As soon as it came into view, everyone understood the meaning of the symbol.

This is terrifying.

It seems that in the legend, the power of thoughts inspired by the gods living in the sky can only be felt, not expressed in words.

"God, isn't this too fantasy?"

"What did you see? I saw Fuxi set the gossip and Nuwa mended the sky. It is incredible that these symbols seem to be able to present the ancient and prehistoric scenes in my mind."

"I saw Jingwei filling the sea, and in my brain, there seemed to be an elf bird with colorful rays of light, crossing the ocean, and filling the sea with stones in its mouth."

"I saw the competition in the Central Plains, the tribal war, and the killing sound shook the sky."

"Unbelievable, every symbol seems to carry an ancient mythical story."

"This, this fire, is it the symbol of the Suiren clan?"

"A fire carries the entire civilization."

"Who says it's not? After being able to control the fire source, there will be countless histories later."

……

This is Lin Feng's ultimate move.

A beating "fire symbol" condenses a piece of history.

After being blessed by the special effects of the system, the audience can't read the meaning, and may map the picture in their minds.

It seems that a ball of fire has risen in everyone's brain, illuminating the darkness in their hearts.

How can the audience be immersive?

Resonate with the audience?
This is what Lin Feng did.

After all, the prehistoric era is far away from modern times, spanning tens of thousands of years, and the span is too far to be truly integrated into the program.

Now everyone has the "fire symbol" circulating on their bodies, so they can truly integrate into the ancient environment together with the host, and trace back to the end of the ancient times, heartily.

In the lens.

That cluster of flames flourished, covering everything.

When the flame goes out.

The live broadcast screen is a dim scene. In the early morning, the earth has not yet awakened, and it is quiet.

"Roar……"

The evil face of a giant wolf with fangs appeared in front of his eyes, with scarlet eyes and sharp fangs.

Coupled with the blood stained on the corner of its mouth, it seemed to prove that a killing just happened.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

There was a sound of human shouts, and this lone giant wolf with fangs, unmoved, turned around. It was nearly two meters long and looked particularly fierce. It roared towards the human direction.

Then the giant wolf with two twenty-centimeter long fangs jumped into the dense forest.

the other side.

There are several ancient and vigorous trees, and under the leafy trees, there is a group of hundreds of people.

They are struggling to stop, fighting with the giant wolf with fangs.

These people are short and thin.

Each of them is malnourished, tortured by the years, so thin that only skin and bones are left, and they are extremely weak.

Finally, relying on the advantage of a large number of people.

After paying a heavy price with the lives of three people, the giant wolf was barely shaken off, and the danger was lifted.

The sky is dark.

Looking at the corpse of his companion.

There was a lot of crying.

They have no houses, no fire, and many people are even naked. This is an extremely primitive prehistoric world.

The beast is king.

Human weakness.

Even in the air, there is a suffocating and oppressive beast breath.

Humans are just food for those ferocious beasts in this world.

The corpse was not buried, but carried to a pothole not far away. The forest was deep and densely covered with weeds. No one knew what beasts were hiding around.

They dare not go too far, that's all they can do.

The dead are gone.

The rest of the people have to report to the group to keep warm.

Fortunately, it was dawn and the sun shone down on the earth, and people finally survived this bloody night.

But what about the next night?

They don't have the eyes of ferocious beasts, and they can't see the environment clearly at night. Facing the terrifying bloodthirsty beasts, they don't have much power to fight back.

People's faces are expressionless, alive like walking dead.

hopeless.

There is no hope either.

Hunger, cold, death, disease, beasts...

Every question will make them lose their loved ones. This horrible prehistoric world is like hell.

at this time.

A young man appeared in the camera. He was very young. Although his face was thin, he showed a kind of unyielding spirit.

He took a piece of dead bark and a stick, and wanted to leave alone.

A woman came out and stopped the young man. The woman was barefoot, her body was muddy, and she was holding a few rotten fruits in her hands. This should be the best breakfast she could find. She looked at the young man with a kind and kind face:
"Feng, this is for you."

The young man shook his head and said, "Mom, I want to leave, I want to travel far away, I will go to find the light, for our people, to find something that can shine even in the dark."

The woman smiled wryly, "Wind, it's useless, the night is our calamity, it is the time dominated by wild beasts."

With firm eyes, the young man said, "Mom, you said that one year lightning split the earth and all the trees burned."

The woman sighed and said in despair, "Lightning, the sky is going to punish us, and the mountains will collapse. How can you fight against it alone?"

The young man looked into the distance and said, "There must be a way. When I find the source of the fire and bring it back here, when the night comes, we will have light and be able to see the danger clearly."

……

This is the conversation of prehistoric humans.

There is no systematic language.

The amount of words is also very small.

In fact, it is similar to the "babbling" sound, and modern people can't understand it at all.

Fortunately, Lin Feng can translate subtitles by using the functions of the system.

"Wind? Who is he?"

"Maybe it's Suirenshi!"

"There should be no mistake. I heard that Suiren's surname is Feng, and his first name is Yunluo."

"There is no house, no weapons, no utensils, no clean water, and no good food sources. I really don't know how they survived the seasons? How to continue the blood?"

"Everything is the instinct of survival, how hard it is to survive in death!"

"The picture is so real, as if I am one of them, and the haze of despair lingers."

"Feng, let's go! Go find the true meaning of fire and bring light to your loved ones."

……

Feng left alone.

With everyone's hope, set foot on a distant place to find the hope of survival.

Where is the host Lin Feng?

He walked out from one side, encountered the wind, and learned the "language" of prehistoric communication, babbling and babbling.

A scene that stunned everyone appeared.

Can actually communicate.

"I'm Feng. I'm going to find the flame that can light up the night. Do you want to go with me?" Although the young man was thin, there was hope in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)