The Shenwu Continent has evolved over tens of thousands of years, and all ethnic groups, countries, and even small families that have been around for a little longer have always had the habit of remembering their ancestors and remembering history.
As a man who has lived on the Shenwu Continent for two generations, Qin Feng naturally understands the significance of remembering history.
Because only by remembering the past and facing history can we know where our ancestors came from, where our family and country came from, and where the world came from! And we can also know why the world is such a beautiful world now, rather than a scorched earth or a wasteland.
! And know why the world almost turned into scorched earth or **, and why the ethnic group was continued! And know what choices future generations should make when something irreversible happens in the future.
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This kind of thing is like countless distant past, when a human ancestor witnessed his own race being eaten by tigers.
For that ancestor of the human race, tigers and their eaten kin are history, so the next time he encounters a tiger, he will hide far away, or gather more of his kin, gather more strength, and then
Defeat that tiger.
Remembering history is of course not only to commemorate the heroes of our ancestors, but also to prevent problems before they occur!
Qin Feng knew this, and he knew even more clearly that the ethnic groups that were destroyed in the distant past were just like the same people who were eaten by tigers in the short story. And the god-like woman represented a tiger-like existence.
And now he is someone who has not been eaten by the tiger, a helpless and miserable bystander, and a witness and inscriber of history.
Qin Feng reluctantly cheered up, and the sound of pen and ink falling on the white snow-wave paper was heavy and silent. Then he saw more history and more tigers.
He saw the Red Lotus Saint weeping for no apparent reason, and who wiped away her tearful eyes, and then locked her petite and beautiful figure forever in an unknown mountain. He saw someone
Dragons roared and phoenixes roared, powerful men from all races and even an endless army of puppets and powerful human race fell into killing and fighting for some unknown reason.
Fighting, never-ending fighting, even the high-altitude gods seemed to be fighting. He saw an extremely fertile green land, or it had been a place of death for ninety-nine thousand miles, and now it has become the nine hells with a terrible reputation.
He saw the complete continent broken into several pieces by the sword and axe, and broken into several pieces by the magma spray. As the ocean drifted or sank, there were also fragments of the continent rising out of thin air in the far east, hidden in the cloud tomb.
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He indeed saw it all, but he still couldn't understand what happened, because the pictures he saw had no time scale or clear sequence, they were just broken pictures that recorded pieces of broken history.
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Therefore, he cannot understand why all races fall into battles, why the powerful dragon race can be destroyed and disappear without a trace, nor why the aloof gods can also fight, nor why the one who rises in the end
The fragments of the continent, the fragments of the continent hidden in the cloud tomb, could they be the current Shenting?
If so, then why did the aloof gods peel off a fragment from the mainland and compete with the creatures on the ground for territory? And after thousands of years, are the gods who once participated in the battle for some purpose still staying safely in the divine court?
superior?
Qin Feng couldn't figure it out, so he could only remain silent and remember it silently.
The tip of the pen drew the last stroke on the Xuelang paper, and all Qin Feng's movements stopped at this moment.
Shui Qianyue looked at Qin Feng quietly. She seemed to notice that Qin Feng was tired when he stopped writing, so she didn't speak for a long time.
Finally, after a long time, she couldn't help her curiosity and asked: "Why do you only write half a word?"
Qin Feng seemed to have not recovered from the shock, weakness and exhaustion, so he slowly lowered his head and glanced at the incomplete words in his pen, and murmured: "Because history is broken and incomplete.
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No one can record a truly true and complete history, because many times the real historical truth is often hidden in an unknown corner of the world, and emperors, generals, ministers or really high-ranking figures always like to put things they don’t like into
History was ruthlessly thrown into the stinky ditch in front of the door.
As for Guigong Wu Sheng, he was the one who picked up some historical fragments from the smelly ditch. Perhaps the history he recorded is true and complete enough.
However, tens of thousands of years passed by in a hurry, but the ink on the animal skin paper was too shallow after all. Therefore, at least half of the true meaning of those words inevitably faded and disappeared in time.
As a result, the incomplete historical fragments are now reduced to some fragmentary images that are difficult to understand.
"History is incomplete?" Shui Qianyue was stunned. She didn't understand what Qin Feng was talking about, and she couldn't figure out what the incomplete handwriting had to do with history.
Shui Qianyue thought about it seriously, and couldn't help but think of the terrifying bloody knife again. So she secretly felt that Qin Feng might have been shocked by the bloody knife or a more terrifying scene when he wrote so many words.
Because of this, he said some unclear nonsense, so she didn't pay too much attention to it.
"Don't force yourself too much. If you can't copy this calligraphy, there's no need to copy it. Even if I don't want this calligraphy, it doesn't matter." Thinking that Qin Feng might have been traumatized by helping her copy that copybook,
Shui Qianyue's eyes couldn't help but become softer.
Qin Feng looked at the copybook he wrote, was silent for a moment and said: "Incomplete history can only be guessed. But incomplete words can be easily completed."
After Qin Feng said these words, he started to write again. Perhaps it was out of some respect for the ghost martial arts saint, or perhaps he wanted to evaporate some of the bitterness and anguish in his heart at this moment, so every stroke he made,
They are all as sharp as the light of a sword. In each stroke, each hook and each flick, there is hidden the purest understanding and true meaning of the sword in his previous life.
The sword light swayed in the handwriting, and in the process of writing these words, Qin Feng's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his heart became brighter as a result.
"The past is just the past. The future has not yet arrived. If that's the case, then why should I worry? What about the lofty Divine Court? What about women whose cultivation has exceeded the divine realm? Count the romantic figures and look at the present!"
Following Qin Feng's thoughts, his writing speed suddenly became faster and faster, and he became more and more determined when writing.
In the blink of an eye, eighty-one ancient characters had been completely copied by Qin Feng.
The words are still those words. In terms of shape and structure, the words Qin Feng wrote on Xuelang paper are not much different from the words on animal skin paper, but the true meaning contained in them is already different.
The true meaning of the word "Guigongwusheng" is to remember history and to be a warning or vigilance to the world. But the true meaning hidden in the word "Qin Feng" is the fighting spirit for the future and the unyielding sword intention!
If the future is really coming, if that powerful man who is more powerful than the gods comes to the mainland again, then he will stop the gods and kill them!
However, Shui Qianyue didn't know this. Although she vaguely felt that Qin Feng's handwriting was amazing, she didn't know why it was so amazing, because with her current vision, she couldn't feel the hidden meaning in those words.
The fierce sword intention and true meaning.
Or... there is no real meaning in that word. Because at this time, Qin Feng is just a warrior in the Xuanling realm. It is impossible for him to use the power of heaven and earth to instill his own unique sea of consciousness and mind like the martial arts master of ghost work.
In this way, the world in words is constructed and spread on paper.
Qin Feng is not yet able to do this, so his words have their own shape, meaning, and even spirit, but they do not have the power of heaven and earth or the power of consciousness.
Therefore, Shui Qianyue was unable to detect the uniqueness of this calligraphy, and neither the young nor the old could detect the uniqueness of this calligraphy. It was precisely because they did not know that Shui Qianyue could smile extremely easily.
Said: "Can you give me this copybook?"
Qin Feng nodded slightly and agreed.
Although this copybook contains some of his true meaning of swordsmanship, it is ultimately a thing without thoughts, so it is not very precious, and he does not care too much. Furthermore, when he copied the words on the animal skin paper,
When I wrote the copybook, I had planned to give it to Shui Qianyue, so I made a smooth favor at this moment.
Shui Qianyue happily picked up the copybook with both hands and looked at it carefully. Although she did not understand the true meaning of the swordsmanship in the copybook, she knew only from the vigorous and powerful handwriting and many years of experience in calligraphy.
It can be concluded that this is a very good set of characters. What's more, these characters are related to certain secrets of ancient times and have great research value.
Putting the words away very carefully, Shui Qianyue bowed his hands and said thank you again. Qin Feng chuckled lightly, indicating that Shui Qianyue didn't need to pay attention.
However, they didn't know what it would bring to the Liuyun Dynasty and even the Guiyuan Sect when this copybook appeared in the imperial city and a strong swordsman in the Nirvana realm had a chance to discern the true meaning of the swordsmanship.
The sensation!
However, no one would have expected what happened afterwards, so after Shui Qianyue put the copybook away, she turned her attention to other things.
Qing Lao unfolded the animal skin paper again, took a careful look at it and said, "The words have been copied, but what is this painting?"
Qin Feng took a serious look at the picture that was full of boxes, and with reference to the dots and wavy striped symbols on it, he carefully compared it with the surrounding environment and said, "This should be a map of this ruins."
"Oh, it turns out it's just a map." After hearing this, Qing Lao suddenly lost much interest. After all, the man in black robe is dead, and all the places that can be explored in this ruins have been explored.
, what they have to do now is just to wait for the time to arrive, and then leave through the underwater teleportation circle that is not reliable or unreliable.
As for the map...what's the use of getting a map now?
But Qin Feng, who was looking at the map, suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "However, according to the map, the places we have visited so far are only half of the ruins."