Prehistoric, choose the mythical Da Luofa at the start

Chapter 40 Taiqing:? ! !
"Cangjie, your opportunity to inherit the human way is very urgent."

"If it takes a little longer, then you have nothing to do with it."

Liu Xuan looked solemn, and said in a deep voice.

"Liu Zu..."

"Could it be that my inheritance of humanity is related to writing?"

When Liu Xuan mentioned the text, Cang Jie's face was a little confused, but there was a faint light in the depths of his eyes, and there was a cordial familiarity in his heart.

Having such a reaction in himself, Cang Jie, as the person involved, naturally felt that something was abnormal and something was wrong, and he paid special attention to the word Liu Xuan mentioned.

"Yes, as you said."

"There are congenital characters circulating in the prehistoric world, that is, congenital eclipse texts. No matter whether you have seen or learned this text before, you can see these congenital eclipse texts at the first glance, and the creatures of the prehistoric who have opened up their wisdom will know these innate characters. The true meaning of the eclipse."

Liu Xuan nodded his head lightly and said lightly.

Congenital eclipse?
Word……

The bewildered look on Cangjie's face became more and more intense, but the familiar feeling of intimacy and intimacy in his heart also became stronger and stronger.

He seemed to be about to touch it, touch that level of human inheritance opportunity that had already been lost by as much as [-]%.

Liu Xuan watched Cang Jie's performance with both eyes, and did not stop what he said, talking eloquently: "There are innate characters in the prehistoric world, and naturally there are acquired characters."

"Just like the demon master Kunpeng of the Yaozu, one of the top powers in the prehistoric world, he created the unique writing of the Yaozu for the Yaozu—the Houtian Yaowen."

"Because of the birth of the Houtian Yaowen, the Yaozu's luck has greatly increased. Even better than before, the reputation of the Yaozu's Heavenly Court has spread and swept the entire prehistoric land, and the scope of influence has a tendency to surpass that of the Wuzu."

Demon master Kunpeng created Houtian Yaowen...

Acquired text?

Cang Jie sensed the gradually increasing opportunity to inherit the human way in his heart, and at the same time listened to Liu Xuan's instructions with piercing eyes.

"Since the monster race can create Houtian Yaowen, why can't the human race create a language that belongs to their own race?"

"Creating acquired humanities and laying the groundwork for the future development of the human race is an important human inheritance for the human race to become the overlord of the wilderness."

"Cang Jie, you shoulder the mission of inheriting the culture of the human race, so next, it's up to you to create the unique characters of the human race—the acquired humanities!"

Liu Xuan opened the door and entered the mountain, pointing directly at the core.

For Liu Xuan, he just said a few words casually, without any major effect.

but.

When Cang Jie, who was responsible for the inheritance of the human race's creation of characters, heard these remarks, his mind was shocked suddenly, his breath was surging like the sea, and his face flickered.

After Liu Xuan finished speaking.

Cang Jie had already closed his eyes, like a cactus in the desert, deeply rooted in the earth, his body was as straight as a peak, standing majestically.

And the roots of the cactus crazily stretched under the desert soil, absorbing water and hope, and he was crazily comprehending layers of mysterious and mysterious layers of his own human inheritance.

Cang Jie realized it.

But not fully understood.

After Liu Xuanzhen's deafening guidance, his sense of opportunity for the inheritance of word creation has been on the rise, which is negligible and almost non-existent compared to before.

Can't say anything.

It's like the difference between cloud and mud.

to be exact.

Cangjie really sensed that there is only [-]%, a very rare opportunity to create and inherit characters, while the other [-]% is in Taiqing Laozi.

Little by little, he regained his own chances of humanity.

……

East China Sea coast.

A very remote small tribe of the human race has only 50 households and a population of just over 1000.

Although the Youchao family has already learned quite superb construction techniques and passed this technique down to the clan, the current mainstream construction houses of the human race are mostly brick walls and concrete.

of course.

Those are ordinary people.

Like those rich and powerful families, they built some luxurious buildings, Crystal Palace, Onyx Palace, high-rise buildings, villas...

on top of that.

There are also top-level ones, so I won’t mention them here.

Because this place is too remote, the development of this small tribe is a bit backward, and most of the buildings are stone houses and wooden houses, as if they are still living in primitive society.

Before a sixteenth year.

An ordinary thin old man came from the tribe. The old man had long eyebrows and white beard, a rosy complexion, full of energy, a body of immortal demeanor, and his cultivation was only at the peak of refinement and transformation.

for the arrival of strangers.

The leader of the small tribe secretly observed the old man's intentions for several months, and found that he did not have much malice, so he let him stay in the tribe.

The thin old man also settled down in the tribe.

at the begining of.

The old man had no intention of interfering in the affairs of this small tribe, so he just watched quietly and practiced silently.

But one day, a beam of dazzling purple light lifted into the sky from above his head and went straight into the sky.

The old man's personality has changed a lot.

He began to silently pay attention to the internal affairs of the tribe, especially his medical skills are quite superb, life and death.

As long as there is still a breath, in the hands of his rejuvenating hands, people can heal their injuries and become healthy, even stronger than before.

due to this reason.

Everyone in the small tribe respected this old man very much, and respectfully called him Yao Lao.

after that.

Because of his excellent medical skills, Yao Lao stayed in the tribe all the time, but one day, he suddenly didn't want to treat patients anymore.

Instead, he was healed by his mount, a green bull.

The people in the small tribe questioned the green ox's medical skills at first, but the facts told them that this green ox is also a very skilled healer.

And when Yao Lao's mount Qingniu was healing.

Yao Lao started to study some wobbly tadpole texts, holding an ordinary-looking crutch that seemed to be picked up from the ground, and scribbled all over the ground.

People in the tribe were very interested in seeing this special situation at first, but gradually, they got used to it.

And Yao Lao kept painting on the ground, as if he had been poisoned by obsession.

From day to night, from night to day, without sleep, the ground of the whole small tribe was painted with tadpole styles.

this day.

Yao Lao continued to carry out the ghost painting activities as before.

On the other side, there were people from the tribe, none of them looked at Yao Lao, they were busy with their own affairs, only some mischievous children would come up to play with Yao Lao.

Suddenly.

Yao Lao, who was obsessed with ghost painting talisman activities, woke up suddenly, his face was frosty, revealing an ashen color that he had never seen in the tribe for decades.

He straightened his body that had been hunched for decades, and the crutch that was born with the best spirit treasure fell to the ground with a slap.

Yao Lao glared at the direction of the ancestral land of the human race, and whispered in his heart, "How is it possible, why is it like this?"

"How could that person realize his own character-making inheritance at this critical moment, shouldn't he?!"

(End of this chapter)