Rebirth and Conferred God: Against Heaven and Become Holy

Chapter 683 The True God

Seeing Taoist Burning Lantern feasting under the service of primitive people, the weak young man glared at Taoist Burning Lamp bitterly, then reached into the animal skin behind his buttocks and took out a small piece of jerky the size of a fist. , and handed it to Su Yuan.

This piece of jerky has been soaked in water for a long time, and it is white with water pockets, but it is like a delicacy in the young man's hands.

Although Su Yuan was physically weak, he smiled wryly and shook his head when he saw the place where the boy took out the jerky.

Seeing this small piece of meat, Daoist Ran Deng was not in a hurry, grabbed a piece of sweet fruit and ate it into his mouth. The fruit was full of juice, and as soon as he bit it, the soup flowed from the corner of Taoist Ran Deng's mouth.

Daoist Ran Deng pursed his mouth deliberately, as if savoring the sweetness of the fruit, while looking at Su Yuan, he said, "That's right, there's even meat to eat. This small piece of meat is enough to support you for a day or two. Haha, I'll wait for you for another day or two. Of course such a good show shouldn't end so hastily."

Su Yuan helped the frail young man half sit up, smiled slightly, and said, "Of course, such a good show can't end so soon."

After finishing speaking, Su Yuan pointed to the giant tree by the water, and said to the weak boy, "Go and pick some branches."

Although the weak boy didn't know what Su Yuan was going to do, he obediently put the dried meat in front of Su Yuan, walked to the bank by himself, picked more than a dozen branches from the giant tree, and brought them back.

"Can you do basket weaving?" Su Yuan asked the weak boy.

Hearing Su Yuan's words, the frail young man shook his head blankly.

It was only then that Su Yuan remembered that it was still the Stone Age, and it was impossible to have such a high-tech tool as basket weaving.

At that moment, Su Yuan took over the branches and weaved them one by one.

Basket weaving is simple, but it takes skill to weave it.The so-called is not difficult for those who meet, but not for those who are difficult, which is exactly the case.

I saw Su Yuan put together the branches one by one, like magic, and after a while, a weaving basket appeared in Su Yuan's hands.

Seeing the weaving basket in Su Yuan's hands, the frail young man immediately widened his eyes in shock, looking as shocked as a heavenly being.

Su Yuan put the weaving basket on the ground, ordered the young man to take off the vines tied to the giant tree, tied a small branch with the vine to prop up the weaving basket, and ordered the weak young man to tear up the dried meat , Throw it under the weaving basket.

Hearing this, the frail young man who had been very obedient stopped, and looked at Su Yuan with puzzled eyes.

Su Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, you will understand what you are going to do in a while."

The weak young man hesitated for a moment, then obeyed Su Yuan's words, tore up the jerky and put it under the basket.

Su Yuan grabbed the vines that bound the branches, helped the boy stand up, and while slowly stretching the vines, he led the boy back to hide behind a rock.

Looking at the jerky in the distance, the frail young man growled in his stomach, and asked softly, "Can this jerky be brought back?"

Su Yuan smiled slightly and said, "After I conjure up a large piece of meat, you can take it back."

Hearing this, the frail young man was puzzled, but he still lay on the sidelines, waiting for the appearance of this big piece of meat with little hope.

Taoist Ran Deng sat on the high mountain and was full of doubts when he saw Su Yuan's strange movements. He held half a wild fruit in his hand and stared straight at Su Yuan.

Seeing Taoist Ran Deng's puzzled look, Su Yuan secretly laughed in his heart: "Taoist Ran Deng, in terms of ability to survive in the wild, even ten of you can't compare to me."

Time passed bit by bit, except for the birds flying and screaming in the sky, there was no sound on the hill.

The frail boy was still staring at the basket weaving, but after a while, tired and hungry, the frail boy became a little dazed.

At this moment, Su Yuan suddenly saw Su Yuan pull the vine in his hand, then jumped up and ran towards the weaving basket.

The weak boy also jumped up hastily, and followed Su Yuan to the basket weaving.

Before weaving the baskets, the frail boy's eyes widened in shock.

He thought he was wrong, and quickly rubbed his eyes, but found that he was not wrong at all.

In the basket weaving, there was a big bird fluttering its wings, trying to fly out desperately.

This kind of flying bird is recognized by the weak boy, it flies high and fast, and they can't catch it when they usually hunt.

Seeing that the flying bird appeared in the weaving basket by itself, the frail young man was pleasantly surprised, and asked Su Yuan, "How did the flying bird change?"

Su Yuan smiled slightly and said, "I'll teach you slowly in the future, and now let's eat this bird first."

The frail young man nodded hastily, and immediately reached into the basket to catch the bird.

Just when the weak boy caught the bird, Su Yuan turned around, walked to the side of the rock and sat down, grabbed a rock, and knocked it towards the rock.

The impact of the stone immediately produced sparks. Su Yuan had already torn off a strip of cloth from his clothes, preparing to ignite it with sparks.

But right here, half a bloody flying bird was handed to Su Yuan, which startled Su Yuan.

As soon as Su Yuan raised his head, he saw that the frail young man was holding half a bloody bird in his hand and handed it to him. The other side was already in his hand, and he was biting it until his mouth was full of blood.

Su Yuan shook his head, and said, "It doesn't taste good to eat like this. I'll make you a beggar chicken—no, it's a beggar chicken."

"It doesn't taste good? It's called a flower and bird?" Although the frail young man bit the bird, after hearing Su Yuan's words, he didn't know whether he should continue to chew the delicacy in his mouth.

At this moment, the cloth strip in his hand was already drawn, and Su Yuan then used the cloth strip to ignite the dry branches, and a weak flame appeared in Su Yuan's hand.

Seeing this ball of flames, the frail young man immediately widened his eyes in shock, then dropped the bird, knelt down on the ground, and shouted: "Vulcan, Vulcan!"

Hearing the weak boy's cry, nearly ten thousand primitive people on the other side of the mountain also called out in horror: "Vulcan!"

"Vulcan"

Seeing this, Taoist Ran Deng felt a chill in his heart. He didn't expect Su Yuan to frighten these primitive people with a small ball of fire without saying a word.

At that moment, Taoist Burning Deng yelled sharply: "He is not a Vulcan at all, I can also create this flame."

After Daoist Ran Deng yelled a few times, these primitive people did not dare to yell anymore.

At this time, Su Yuan had already used the depression of the rocks to light a pile of firewood, and a raging flame was born.

While lighting the fire, Su Yuan asked the weak boy to wrap the bird in mud.

Because of the appearance of the flames, the weak young man threw himself into the ground with admiration for Su Yuan, and obeyed his orders.

As soon as Su Yuan finished speaking, he wet the soil with water three times and five times, wrapped half a flying bird, and set it on top of the flames.

After a while, the wet soil was gradually dried, cracked cracks appeared, and the aroma overflowed from the cracks.

Smelling the aroma, the frail young man pouted greedily.

The aroma floated to the giant mountain next to it, and all the primitive people were so greedy that they salivated.

Su Yuan took the mud ball from the fire, put it on the ground and knocked it open, only to see a scorched and tender fat bird falling out.

Su Yuan grabbed half of it and handed it to the weak boy.

The frail young man didn't dare to reach out to pick it up at first, and he didn't pick it up until he saw Su Yuan beckoning again.

It's just that the smell of beggars is so fragrant that the weak boy couldn't bear it for long, so he immediately grabbed it and started to bite.

Fat juice flowed down from the weak boy's mouth, until the primitive people opened their mouths wide open.

At this time, Taoist Ran Deng saw the wild fruit in his hand, and thought that he was showing off the wild fruit just now, it was really too shameful.

At this moment, Su Yuan held up half of a beggar full of fragrance, and said to the primitive people: "Now, do you know who is the real god?"

(End of this chapter)