The solemn auditorium is spotless. As soon as you enter, you can feel the quiet and majestic atmosphere. Only a small tree stands at the circular altar.
It is close to withering, but it still stands tall and exudes a sacred maternal luster. Every time you get close to it, you can feel a deep sense of security, like a wanderer returning to his hometown.
Zhang Ming still doesn't know what Xuanwu did at the last moment, causing this magical tree to seem to merge with Xuanwu's body.
Even the Yanjiao people who fled were unable to take this little tree away.
"This lady? I will be leaving soon. Thank you for your protection during this time."
"I hope you can always protect the Xuanwu clan and let them grow up."
"I don't want the rest. I'll take this piece of the source of the world left by the great sage with me."
Zhang Ming took out the "Source of the World" hanging on his chest, which was only a bright crystal the size of a quail egg.
It is the precious legacy left by the great sage of the Yanjiao clan.
Zhang Ming has long discovered the true purpose of the Source of the World - "Shelter"!
When its ability is activated, a secret shelter space can be created.
At this time, most life forms in the outside world will not be able to observe and find this "shelter space".
This kind of protection ability is very powerful, it is equivalent to carrying a whole world with you!
Because of this, the Source of the World contains great political significance in the eyes of the Flaming Horn people. As long as the "Source of the World" is not exhausted, the fleet will never sink.
Of course, the "source of the world" is not the real world, and the energy contained in it is limited.
Zhang Ming doesn’t know how long this mysterious crystal will last, but it’s always right to save as much as possible.
"I hope you and I can survive in this withered universe... If I come back one day in the future, I hope to see you again, a healthier you."
The small withered tree that was close to him remained motionless and showed no response to his prayer.
After all, Gaia in this world has no self-awareness, no obvious preferences, and no emotions.
Zhang Ming also knows this and just prays for peace of mind.
On the contrary, Comrade Shimama, who was at her feet, rolled up onto the altar and hammered the illusory world tree hard.
Suddenly, a section of branch fell down together with a withered leaf above it, and floated into Zhang Ming's hand.
This leaf is somewhere between illusion and reality. You have to concentrate hard to catch it. It feels like a silky golden leaf to the touch.
Lao Zhang was immediately startled, his eyelids twitching: "Hey, you... leave some legacy to your descendants. Why did you hurt the World Tree? What are you doing!"
Shimama paused and said some inexplicable words: "*...￥@&*"
(Your merits are recognized by it. This is the gift it should give you.)
(If you still want to hear the broadcast from the earth and find your way home, you need the guidance of this leaf of the world.)
Zhang Ming frowned, and the hallucination of spiritual language appeared in his mind.
The world is equivalent to "bubbles" that "float" on the sea of demons.
But at the moment when the earth fell into the mysterious zone, the whole world was like water, and the ships and planes in the marginal areas were thrown away.
Therefore, the plane carrying Zhang Ming suddenly flew from the earth to the Xuanwu Continent.
This is a magical coincidence.
At that time, the earth plane and the Xuanwu Continent passed by each other, and there was a subtle intersection.
The Gaia consciousness of both parties also had a subtle interaction. After all, both parties were presented in the form of "World Tree", which is actually quite rare.
"You mean, this leaf is a medium for communication between the two parties?"
"Haha, actually I can find the way home by following the drift bottle, but with this thing, the direction will be more accurate."
Zhang Ming readily accepted this gift.
Shimama rolled a few times and said some complicated spiritual words: "￥&%#"
(With this leaf, you can use the power of the will of the world to communicate with some special life forms, including the life in your hometown and the life in the Xuanwu Continent.)
(Of course, the ‘Source of the World’ is required as a price.)
"It's equivalent to being able to make phone calls?" Zhang Ming was simply shocked.
Of course, in Shimama's introduction, there are conditions for making a call through this leaf.
First, the user must be recognized by Gaia consciousness and be an individual who has made great contributions to the entire world.
Otherwise, who the hell are you? If you want the world to help, will the world help?
However, this is easy for Zhang Ming. Whether it is Xuanwu Continent or the Earth World, he has already gained quite high recognition.
Second, the communication target must be a special individual.
"Gaia" has no real self-awareness. It cannot distinguish between ordinary individuals among all living beings. That is, people like Zhang Ming's parents are so ordinary that it can't figure out who they are.
This is like the cells in the human body. Most of the cells can be regenerated and replaced, such as red blood cells, white blood cells, muscle cells, and liver cells.
Human beings do not care about the aging and withering of these cells, and it is impossible to tell whether a certain cell has withered or not.
But there are also some cells that are special, such as retina, neurons, etc.
The same is true for "Gaia consciousness". It cannot perceive ordinary individuals among all living beings. Only special individuals can be recognized by it and have the possibility of choosing to communicate.
Third, Zhang Ming has to pay for all the expenses himself, and it is impossible for the operator to pay.
This fee is naturally the energy in the "Source of the World".
"The conditions are so harsh..." Zhang Ming frowned slightly.
Calculating this way, he only has a few people with whom he can communicate.
On the other side of the earth, Wang Fumin should be a special individual, and Lu Tuyu may not be counted because he is not special enough.
As for Li Xianfeng, I’m not sure.
On the Xuanwu Continent, Lao Bai, Scar, and some other big turtles are considered special individuals.
Now that I can make phone calls, most of the sadness of parting has disappeared immediately.
He bowed slightly to the little tree: "Anyway, thank you very much!"
"I'll take my leave."
As the footsteps moved away, only a small tree was left in the solemn auditorium.
Just like thousands of years ago,
Not a speck of dust was left.
……
"How to obtain the source of the world?" Zhang Ming sighed softly and asked Shimama, "It should be quite precious, right?"
Shimama didn't want to answer. She only liked to repeat reading and didn't like to organize her own words. However, at this moment, she still reluctantly said: "It should be quite precious."
(The source of the world is a gift from the world. Those who have made great achievements can generally obtain a small amount of the source of the world in this world.)
(Or...kill the world!)
Zhang Ming was stunned for a moment, killing the world? It is impossible with his current strength.
The vitality of the Xuanwu Continent is severely damaged, and asking for more "source of the world" is tantamount to over-grabbing.
He is still reluctant to give up.
I just sighed and moved forward.
Many turtles were singing a chorus in the square, banging their heads against drum-like objects.
"Dong dong, dong dong dong!"
Like a regular symphony.
Over the years, Zhang Mingzhen has taught them many things, including fire making, medicine, writing, language...
Also includes physics, chemistry, biology, and geography!
It even includes the current gongs, drums and chorus!
There are dozens of large stone tablets standing beside the auditorium.
With the help of Shimama, the words on the stone tablet were all written in "spiritual language", recording a large amount of knowledge!
When you touch the stone slab, the scene of Zhang Ming teaching the turtles will be restored in your mind.
Next to the stone monument, there is a stone statue carved by Lao Zhang himself. It is lifelike and almost in proportion.
It’s not that he is too narcissistic and must erect his statue here, but he wants to give the turtles born later a chance to learn.
The current group of turtles all know Zhang Ming.
This is not the case for turtles born later. They have no concept of "human beings" at all.
"Spiritual language" is not omnipotent. The basis for generating illusions in the mind is the corresponding "concept".
Just like a modern person, explaining to a primitive person what OpenAI is and what Chatgpt is, if there is no ready-made computer, it may not be possible to explain it even if it takes a hundred years.
Turtles born later cannot have the concept of human beings without seeing Zhang Ming.
But with a statue, they will soon have corresponding cognition: "Oh, this is the imparter of knowledge, a human being, a kind of creature", and thus learn the content on the stone tablet.
Zhang Ming touched one of the stone slabs, and a mysterious spiritual fantasy appeared in his mind: "Dear friends, hello everyone, my name is Zhang Ming, an ordinary human being. I once came to this desert island and concluded a relationship with the Xuanwu clan.
We have a profound friendship and now we are imparting all kinds of knowledge. I hope your future development will take less detours."
"Today we learn a thousand common words."
"Writing is an important carrier for the inheritance of knowledge. It has the function of connecting the past and the future and guiding the future..."
The text is naturally Chinese characters, and 1,000 common Chinese characters can basically complete 96% of daily writing.
As for the rest, if necessary, these turtles can also create their own, there is no need to stick to the rules.
The next slate: "Hello friends, today we are learning about medicine."
"First of all, we need to know what a cell is and what a microorganism is... How does a turtle egg hatch into a baby turtle? How to tell whether a turtle egg is white? Why does bacterial infection occur? How to prevent disease?"
Zhang Ming couldn't help but smile after reading this knowledge.
The next slate: "Dear friends, today we study mathematics and physics."
"I have to say that only smart turtles can learn today's content. Turtles who are not smart should not waste time here. Of course, wisdom is a kind of power. If you are interested, you can also challenge yourself...
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The next stone tablet: "Today we learn the common words of the Yanjiao people. After learning these words, we can read the classic books in the auditorium. But I have to say that the Yanjiao people are a civilization that has not yet given birth to science."<
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"Their summary of experience is not the absolute truth in the world. We need to view its content dialectically."
"Even the knowledge I mentioned is not the absolute truth and may be overturned in the future. Please don't worship blindly!"
A total of... 27 stone slabs!
Zhang Ming really wrote all the knowledge he could impart on the stone tablet!
Even the very shrewd and very demanding old white turtle couldn't find any fault. It was really... enough.
Now the old white turtle is obsessed with math problems and can't help himself.
It fell madly in love with mathematics. When it saw Lao Zhang coming over, it just raised its head and then indulged in its own world.
Or, it is actually...
I don’t really want to say goodbye.
Zhang Ming understood this mentality and did not say hello to Lao Bai: "Shimama, how long can this spiritual language last? It won't be effective in a few years, right?"
Shimama said so many words of its own, it was really annoying, it was just a repeater!
After tinkering for a long time, I finally came up with an incomprehensible word: "World."
However, Zhang Ming understood that "the world" would find a way to maintain the operation of the slate.
Because the world needs a smart civilization.
The world also recognizes the value of these stone slabs.
A world without civilization is worthless and will break at the touch of a touch.
The Xuanwu clan is the last civilization in this world.
"Then I'll be relieved!"
Along the way, the turtles kept using their heads and beating gongs and drums to say goodbye.
There are also some elegant female turtles who hold eggs in their mouths and give them to him, Lao Zhang. They are all white eggs without embryos.
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The reproductive capacity of the Xuanwu clan has never been very high. Only one or two eggs in a clutch can produce embryos, and there are many white eggs.
Zhang Ming has eaten countless white eggs in the past few years and has no attribute points to increase.
However, he happily accepted it because the shelf life of these eggs was very long, about two or three months. If not, they could be made into salted turtle eggs and eaten later.
Boarding the sailboat and raising the sail, Zhang Ming shouted loudly on the sailboat amid the farewells of all the turtles: "Goodbye! Goodbye! If you have anything, please contact me through the World Tree!!"
"When you encounter a monster that is too strong, don't rush to fight it. You can leave the green hills without worrying about having firewood!"
"Don't forget to farm, especially those herbs, don't let them become extinct!"
"Ah woo, ah woo!"
The old white turtle who was addicted to mathematics also stood up, hiding among the turtles and secretly looking at the ship, Xiaobai, Zhang Ming, and Shi Mama.
"Ah woo, ah woo!" The turtles kept shouting on the shore, and a few swam into the water and chased them all the way.
Driven by the wind, the ship slowly moved away from the coastline.
Everything calmed down, and the day to set sail finally arrived. The day that I had been longing for finally arrived.
In Zhang Ming's heart, there was a sense of fragmentation that was unreal but gradually became reality. This feeling was like glass that shattered with a bang.
He took the first step towards the hopelessly vast chasm...
The sky is blue, with a few soft clouds floating, the sea is quiet, and the wind is not strong.
However, it was just this first step, and he seemed to have lost something. Over so many years, it was like a ridiculous dream, expanding like a memory bubble, occupying his entire mind.
He didn't even dare to look back, didn't dare to look back for the last time...the familiar Turtle Island.
……
Suddenly, Zhang Ming heard the turtles on the shore roaring loudly. The loud sound awakened him from his absurd dream.
The huge scarred turtle hit the drum with its head, and the turtle group actually played a chorus song.
Zhang Ming recognized what they were singing, it was the sailor song he often taught them, and tears couldn't help but flow out.
"The bitter sand blows and hurts the face."
"Like father's scolding and mother's crying, they will never be forgotten."
When Shimama heard the chorus of turtles, she rolled onto the mast and played it to the outside world like a tweeter.
The old voice seems to want to be heard by the whole world.
"When I was young, I liked to be alone at the beach."
"Roll up your trousers, bare your feet, and step on the beach..."
The little white turtle also jumped onto his own exclusive terrace and yelled at the turtles.
Zhang Ming wiped away his tears, stretched out his arms, and jumped to the roof.
Yes, you should be happy today, not sad.
"He said that in the wind and rain, this little pain is nothing."
"Wipe away your tears and don't be afraid. At least we still have dreams."
"He said that in the wind and rain, this little pain is nothing,"
"Wipe your tears and don't ask why..."
The farewell chorus continued until the wooden sailboat turned into a tiny black dot and gradually disappeared on the coastline of the world.
In the afterglow of dusk, he finally, finally... moved towards a larger, boundless world.
When he came, it was a deserted island.
When he left, it was a different sea.
In just eight years, primitive tribes became civilizations, symbols became poems, and calls became songs.
