In the Battle of Zhulu, the human race from the interior of Chendu represented by Xuanyuan fought against the four-pole barbarians represented by Chi You for several years, but they finally won.
The kind-hearted Xuanyuan defeated the four barbarians and did not massacre them. Instead, based on Feng Hou's suggestion, he completely dispersed these barbarian tribes and sent them to the four major continents.
In the words of Feng Hou, this is called subtly eliminating the racial consciousness of the Siyi barbarians, and better still, restoring them to the royal way.
Since then, the human race has completed a true unification, which has shocked the world and unified the eight wastelands. The entire land of China, and all the lands of the human race are under the jurisdiction of Chendu.
Xuanyuan, who fulfilled his vow back then, led the Chendu army back to Chendu.
Thirty years passed in peace and harmony. During these years, Xuanyuan devoted himself wholeheartedly to the construction of the ethnic group.
The human race is unified inside and outside, but there are still many things that need to be done, such as currency, measurement... The most important thing is that there is no writing! Many things he wants to leave to future generations, in addition to oral transmission, are written in Dao runes.
At once.
Sadly, except for the monks and the clan leaders and elders of various tribes, the rest of the human race today know nothing about the runes.
If you want to leave a legacy, this writing problem must be solved and must be solved!
Xuanyuan, who is in a irritable mood, is not in the mood to deal with the government affairs within the clan! Fortunately, the human clan is very calm now, and the occasional small frictions will subside soon.
While walking in Chendu, Xuanyuan carefully explored the living conditions of the tribesmen.
The noisy Chendu was bustling with people. The old people were chatting in the sunshine. The men were bartering, the women were threading and sewing, and the children were chasing and laughing... The sincere smiling faces seemed to smooth Xuanyuan's heart.
of irritability.
Suddenly, just as Xuanyuan was about to reach the gate of Chendu City, he was attracted by a middle-aged man in slovenly clothes.
The man's face was unkempt, and the hair that reached his neck was messy. It had obviously not been trimmed for many days. Even the large animal skin wrapped around his body was in tatters, and the whole man was in extreme despair.
Xuanyuan walked a few steps and vaguely heard the man murmuring to himself: "The sun is rising in the east. Look at its shape as a circle. There is also a scorching sun, naturally, naturally... No, no..."
Xuanyuan felt strange. He lowered his head and saw that the ground at the man's feet was covered with strange symbols. Some were like the bright moon in the sky, some were like mountains and grass, and some were like wild beasts and birds.
It was now noon. A child with a yellow wheat cake in his arms ran over, handed the wheat cake in his arms to the man, and said in a sweet voice: "Uncle.
, my father said that you have been here for five days, but you have not eaten any grains. He asked me to send you some wheat cakes to eat!"
The man raised his head in confusion, looked at the four-year-old child in front of him, grinned, and said: "My child, I'm not hungry! You can keep these two wheat cakes to eat!"
The child shook his head and said: "My father said that although he doesn't know what you are doing here writing and painting, he knows that you are a man of great virtue. So, you should accept it!"
With that said, the child threw the wheat cake in his hand to the man and ran away.
The man whispered with emotion: "I will die without regrets if I can create words for such a human race!"
Xuanyuan, who had been watching quietly beside the man, was shocked by the huge earthquake. He didn't expect that there would be such a talented person in this world. He could create characters for the human race within five days, without a particle entering or even a drop of water touching him.
He who forgets to sleep and eat is indeed a very virtuous person!
When he thought of this, Xuanyuan bowed to the man and said: "Sir, you are so virtuous, it is really the nature of my human race! Xuanyuan respects you!"
As if he had just seen Xuanyuan at this moment, the man's eyes flashed with light. He first tidied up the dilapidated animal skin, then leaned down and saluted: "Human Cangjie has met His Majesty the Human Emperor, His Majesty is Holy An!"
Xuanyuan hurriedly picked up Cang Jie with both hands and said: "Sir, there is no need for Duoli! To be honest, I have been worrying about inheritance in recent days. However, the matter of creating characters is too important, but I have no clue at all!"
Cangjie combed up his long hair, casually put the small wooden stick he had just used to write into his hair, and said: "Your Majesty, Cangjie has been thinking about it for many years. Although he occasionally had inspiration, he only created a few figures. The rest may still be
It will take some time!”
When Xuanyuan saw Cang Jie's face, he always felt that it was extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
Shaking his head helplessly, Xuanyuan composed himself and said: "Sir, Xuanyuan would like to invite you to discuss the matter of making characters together. Is it possible?"
Cang Jie nodded slightly, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his bearded face: "I have my wish, but I dare not invite you!"
In this way, Cangjie followed Xuanyuan back to the main hall located in the center of the holy land.
However, Xuanyuan did not notice that Cangjie's hands were very subtle and fired a golden light at the child who had just given him the wheat cake.
Many years later, when the boy came to heaven, he had forgotten the sloppy and demented uncle, but he could never forget the saint who made great contributions to the human race, Cang Jie!
The coast of the East China Sea, the ancestral land of the human race.
At this moment, there were seven men and women sitting on the small cliff, who were the eighth ancestor of the human race.
"Brother, it seems that the opportunity has come for this boy Emperor Shi!" Youchao shook his head and looked at the turbulent sea in the distance, very excited.
"Yes!" Suiren nodded and said: "Now among our eight brothers, I, Youchao, Ziyi, and Tao Wen have all had the opportunity. When Emperor Shi successfully breaks the shackles this time, believe me, the human race
There will be another qualitative leap!"
"Brother, it seems that I want to congratulate brother Shi Huang!" Zhong Jing and others also echoed, but although they looked happy, there was still a trace of regret in their eyes.
There is no other way to wait for a few people to see what's going on. After all, when the opportunity comes, you will see the result naturally, and there is no use in rushing.
At the same time, Li Qingming, who had just returned to Penglai Island, was suddenly moved. He immediately knew that Emperor Shi had encountered an opportunity and had changed his name to Cangjie and went to Chendu, the Holy Land of the Human Race, to start studying and creating characters.
"I am really born to work hard!" Li Qingming shook his head with a wry smile, waved with one hand, and a round water mirror suddenly appeared in the sky.
The water mirror showed that in the side hall of Chen Du's meeting hall, Cang Jie, who was still looking slovenly, was standing on the Bagua Tianpan, bending down to apply smudges. There was a green brilliance floating in the sky three feet above his head, and there was even more inside.
There are mysterious runes flowing and flying, and strong star power falls straight down, and the light of wisdom shines straight into the sky.
"You are impatient!" Li Qingming knew that Cang Jie was a little eager for quick success and wanted to use the power of the stars to speed up the pace of character creation?
Don't you know that haste makes waste, and trying to attract the power of the stars in vain will only accelerate the loss of true energy in the body.
Li Qingming took out a golden brocade handkerchief from the storage space, but it was a rubbing of the demon inscriptions that Kunpeng himself wrote when he was creating the demon inscriptions. This thing is too precious. If it weren't for Li Qingming, he would be the master of Kunpeng.
, don’t expect him to take out this rubbing.
"Go!" Li Qingming shook his hand towards the land of China, and the golden brocade flew straight to Chen Du, muttering to himself: "Whether you are enlightened or not, it all depends on your destiny!"
Cangjie was frowning and thinking when he suddenly heard the sound of hunting in the sky. When he looked up, he saw a golden brilliance shining in the light of the stars above his head.
Feeling strange in his heart, Cang Jie reached out and took the brocade handkerchief in his hand, but saw that it looked like silk, but was thinner than hair.
After opening it, the words "Yaowen" at the beginning of the volume flew directly into Cangjie's mind like twinkling stars.
Cang Jie's whole body was shaken, and he looked down in shock, only to see countless mysterious patterns inside the brocade handkerchief, each one as big as a fly's head, so densely packed that there were three thousand of them!
Cangjie knew that this was the demon inscription created by the demon master Kunpeng, and thought that Kunpeng wanted to help him, so he bowed deeply to the place of Xiaobeiming to express his gratitude to Kunpeng.
Then Cangjie held up the brocade handkerchief and meditated quietly, as if a blessing came to his heart, and his mind suddenly became enlightened. Many of the puzzles were easily solved, and his Taoism was also soaring. I am afraid that if he has the strength, he will be able to step into it in one fell swoop.
The realm of quasi-saints.
In the days that followed, Cangjie was frequently inspired, so he began to study the changes in the heaven and the earth, look up at the potential of the stars and gardens, look down at the ghosts of turtles, birds and mountains and rivers, and create the shape of the writing with the palm of his hand.
About ten years passed like this.
On this day, Cangjie, who had been studying writing in his residence all year round, suddenly ran out of his residence with messy hair.
He laughed arrogantly to the sky in the courtyard and said loudly: "Now our human race finally has a written inheritance, thank God! Hahaha, thank God!"
After saying this, Cangjie's body surged with the pure essence of jade. He raised his hand and took out the wooden hairpin from his hair. Cangjie rose into the air, looked up to the sky and said: "I am the ancestor of the people, the emperor of history, and I created thousands of characters for the inheritance method."
Wen! We and other human races should take good care of them!"
He was holding a wooden hairpin in his hand, and the jade pure essence rising from his body was surging, giving him the aura of swallowing heaven and earth.
"Heaven, earth, sun..."
Giant words exuding a primitive atmosphere suddenly rose into the sky, and their images instantly spread across the entire land of China. All human beings, with clear hearts and golden eyes, had these words deeply imprinted on their minds.
"boom!"
When the last text was printed into the sky, the color of the heaven and earth suddenly changed. Dark clouds spread over the endless sky, thousands of electric snakes and thunder pythons surged, and the terrifying pressure of heaven and earth suddenly descended.
"boom!"
A lightning bolt as thick as an arm fell and hit Emperor Shi directly. Emperor Shi's expression remained unchanged as he took out the wooden hairpin and tapped it gently.
"puff!"
A flash of golden light flashed above the wooden hairpin, extinguishing the thunder and lightning instantly.
"Boom!"
The dark clouds seemed to be angered by Emperor Shi. The spiritual energy of the sky and the earth surged, endless lightning, and thunder, completely submerging the world. This was no longer a single thunder and lightning, but turned into a sea of thunder, a sea of thunder and lightning. (To be continued...