The Great Talisman

　　 Regardless of whether Yang Sanyang was willing or unwilling, the sun star was completely occupied by the black particles after all, and the Cold Cretaceous period arrived as scheduled.

　　 The first snowflake fluttered between the sky and the earth, and the violent cold wind swelled between the sky and the earth, blowing the earth desperately, and the boundless void was pale.

　　 Have you ever seen a palm-sized snowflake?

　　 Yang Sanyang saw it at this time.

　　 I don’t know when the earth was completely frozen. The cold north wind irrigated the cave along the entrance of the cave, causing the bonfire in the cave to sway, and finally it was blocked by the straw at the entrance of the cave.

　　 Daxue outside the door told him that the terrifying Cretaceous had finally arrived.

　　 On a cold morning, the sky was gray, Yang Sanyang stood at the entrance of the cave in a cloak, and the cold wind blew him, only to feel that his face was scratched by a knife.

cold!

　　 It's cold to the extreme!

　　 Fortunately, primitive people have thick hair, like a natural down jacket.

　　 "High Priest——" Yang Sanyang's heart suddenly moved, as if thinking of something, he walked out of the cave and rushed towards the altar against the cold wind.

　　 The outside world is gray and hazy fifty steps away, all covered by snow and fog, and nothing can be seen.

　　 However, there is a skynet in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and the fog can't cover his eyes.

　　 A bunch of dim bonfires were strong in the wind and snow, and even though the wind was fierce, they still insisted on being stubborn and unwilling to go out.

　　Beside the bonfire, a white shadow crawled in the ice and snow, motionless.

　　 Yang Sanyang hurriedly approached and came to the high priest. He looked down at the high priest who was not moving. He was shocked and his fingers trembled slightly to touch the high priest's breath.

　　 The body was cold, no different from the rocks that had been frozen overnight. The wisp of warmth in his breath caused Yang Sanyang's tight heart to relax.

　　 Without a word, he carefully lifted the frozen body of the high priest and quickly walked into the cave.

　　 Frozen people are very fragile, and they will tear off their ‘arms’ and ‘ears’ if they are not careful. People who move the frostbite must be careful not to force the other person’s body straight.

　　 I remember when I was in my hometown, I heard people say that during the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the northeast was extremely cold, and some people only felt itchy ears when they went out.

　　 The cold of the Cold Cretaceous Period is many times more terrifying than later generations.

"Papa~" Yang Sanyang walked quickly into the cave, placed the high priest three feet outside the bonfire, and then slowly put it on the straw, then went to the pot to put a bowl of fish soup, and carefully fed the other party In the mouth.

　　 Although the high priest has no kindness to himself, he is indeed worthy of his admiration. For the future of the tribe, to be able to do so, Yang Sanyang decided that he would never do it.

　　 It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid harm. Like a high priest, he is not afraid of life and death. Yang Sanyang admires it in his heart.

　　 At this time, a group of primitive people looked at Yang Sanyang eagerly, waiting for Yang Sanyang to deliver the jerky to everyone. With the arrival of the Cold Cretaceous, everyone could not go out hunting, and they could only survive on supplies.

　　 Yang Sanyang smiled, turned and walked into the cave, and moved out piles of jerky. The primitive people did not **** them, but stepped forward in order to wait for it to be divided.

　　 Women, strong men, children.

　　 Yang Sanyang was too lazy to eat meat, and the fish soup was in the pot all night. He still prefers to drink fish soup.

　　 Although there is no salt in this world, there are plants that can replace salt.

After drinking a large bowl of fish soup, Yang Sanyang sat bored in the cave, looking at the vast snow outside and the tornado in the sky. He only hoped that the fish fry in his fish pond would be blessed and be able to escape. This robbery.

　　 In this extremely cold weather, even the wild beasts have entered the nest and refused to come out, and the hibernation of the Cold Cretaceous began.

　　 "Boring!" Leaning on the bluestone, the north wind blew his face, Yang Sanyang looked at the primitive man who was doing nothing in the cave, and sighed helplessly.

　　 It’s absolutely uncomfortable to eat and sleep like this.

　　 "Perhaps...I can make a sackcloth, anyway I am idle." After a long time, Yang Sanyang really didn't know what to do, his eyes widened in a daze, he couldn't bear it.

　　 simply went back to the cave, carried the piles of hemp batches to the fire, and started screening and making.

The key to making 　　 linen depends on whether the linen is good or bad, and a single linen knitted garment is not strong. It is best to twist the linen into a small hemp rope before weaving.

　　 Yang Sanyang took out a hemp batch and rubbed it unhurriedly. It was a long cold and Cretaceous era. He had some time.

　　According to the Cold Cretaceous records of the past years, each time the Cold Cretaceous period was between 100 and 150 days. If he did nothing during this long day, he was afraid that he would go crazy.

　　 He doesn't know how to make sackcloth, but when he traveled to Yunnan, he once saw the process of making sackcloth by Yunnan people. Although the world is different and the process is different, the principle is still the same.

　　 While the primitive people approached with curiosity, they wanted to reach out and learn about Yang Sanyang's process of weaving sackcloth. Yang Sanyang waved and opened the crowd, not allowing them to get rid of the sackcloth.

　　If on weekdays, he would certainly not stop it, but now that the number of Ma Dong is limited, he doesn't want to ruin everyone.

　　 "Cough cough cough~"

Accompanied by a weak cough, the old sacrificial body gradually softened, and finally recovered his sanity. He lay on the ground weakly, and was lifted up by the primitive men, lying on the straw animal skins, looking blankly at the cave. .

　　 After a while, the old priest regained his senses. He slowly sat up and saw Yang Sanyang, who was making sackcloth under the bonfire. Then he looked at the raging bonfire and the vast snow outside. He fell silent.

　　 Yang Sanyang put down the maji, took out the ginseng soup that had been prepared long ago from the pot, and handed it to the old priest.

　　 The old priest grinned, revealing a pair of big white teeth, and tremblingly took the ginseng soup.

　　 Yang Sanyang sighed, the old sacrificial sacred body sweat wetted the fur, as if washed with water, obviously hurting vitality. A bowl of ginseng soup was poured into the belly, and the whole body of the old sacrificial priest was already sweating, and a pool of water stains flowed.

　　 Although the chill was forced out, the old sacrificial body was broken.

　　 A bowl of ginseng soup was poured into the abdomen, the old priest looked at Yang Sanyang, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

　　Yang Sanyang did not speak, but continued to lower his head and continued to twist the hemp rope. In his eyes, countless rules and silk screens flowed past, sweeping through the vast snow outside, his eyes a little lost.

　　 One meal a day, everyone eats jerky, so they don’t feel hungry.

　　The cold and Cretaceous period arrived. In order to save the tribe's supplies, one meal a day was already a lot, and the primitive people did not complain.

　　 In the middle of the night, the old priest woke up with a hum, and his whole body began to get fever. Yang Sanyang poured a bowl of herbs for the other party again, and then the old priest fell asleep deeply.

　　 Yang Sanyang brushed the stone pot clean, put a big fish and various spices in it, and then turned around and walked into the stone room.

　　 The big fish is Yang Sanyang’s breakfast. No primitive people will steal food. Now Yang Sanyang’s prestige in the tribe is at its peak, and it is no different than Vulcan. Who dares to offend his majesty?

　　 And because it is a stone pot, the big fish will not be stewed into porridge. Tomorrow morning I will get up and drink fish soup, it will be delicious~.

　　 At night, Ye looked at Yang Sanyang a little bit about to move, and groped with palms on him, but he was clasped with a "click".

　　 Ye is a wise man, who knows the elegance by hearing the strings, and then stopped moving, hugged Yang Sanyang's waist and fell asleep in a drowsy manner.

　　 night

　　 Under the light, Yang Sanyang’s eyes were bright as stars: "There is a problem primitive who wants to sleep at one time throughout the day. This day is really difficult. It is a pity that I am not a true primitive, so I can't even talk about it."

　　 Thinking wildly in his mind, Yang Sanyang fell asleep hazy.

　　 Woke up early in the morning the next day, Yang Sanyang brushed his teeth, and slowly walked to the door of the cave, watching the heavy snow that was already waist-deep, but he still didn't mean to stop.

　　 Back in front of the bed of the old priest, the old priest is now skinny and the heat has subsided. This fortune-teller was picked up, but his bones collapsed.

　　 In his sleep, the old priest frowned, his face was painful and hopeless, and he didn't know what he had dreamed of in his dream, but he was so painful.

Awaken the old priest in his sleep, a bowl of fish soup into his abdomen, Yang Sanyang slowly lifted the old priest to his feet. At this time, the old priest regained his sanity, his sickness had disappeared, and his turbid eyes looked at Yang Sanyang silent~www .readwn.com~The face is full of depression.

　　 Ye and the female leader distributed the jerky in the tribe, and Yang Sanyang was too lazy to send the jerky for thousands of people.

　　 smiled at the old priest, Yang Sanyang lowered his head and continued to knit the linen, rubbing the hemp rope unhurriedly.

　　 The old priest swept past Yang Sanyang, who looked indifferent, and then looked at the manic wind and snow outside, and fell silent for a while, and the whole person was silent.

　　 Days passed, and the weather was clear on the third day, and the first ray of sunlight shone through the fog, provoking countless primitive people to cheer.

　　 At this time, the wind and snow were eight feet deep, enough to cover the body of the primitive people. The primitive people only cleared the entrance of the cave. A group of people squeezed in the entrance of the cave to bask in the sun, enjoying a rare leisure time.

　　 The heavy snow was too thick, but blocked the cold wind for everyone. A group of primitive people kept pushing away the snow and ice, standing around the entrance of the cave to enjoy the sun.

　　 The ice and snow formed a natural trench, which blocked the cold wind, and everyone stood silently in the ice and snow.

The old priest did not know when he walked out of the cave, his eyes looked at the red sun in the sky, and he was not afraid of the dazzling sunlight. He stared directly at the sun for a long time without saying a word, but his scepter was clenched and his fingers were Bai, then broke into the heavy snow, forcibly opened a path from the heavy snow according to his memory, and came to the altar of Vulcan.

　　 There is no wind and snow around the Baizhang Altar of Vulcan, as if in another world.

　　 Yang Sanyang followed the old priest, and saw the old priest holding a scepter, his eyes fixed on the flame on the altar, and he was silent for a long time.

　　 On that day, the old priest stood under the altar for a long time before staggering back.

　　 He didn't kneel down this time, but his whole body seemed to be exhausted, and he fell ill again when he returned to the cave. The illness came down like a mountain and fell into a coma again.