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Chapter 252: Chaosing the sky with literature, conquering the sky with force, the road of human emperor
This kneeling instantly attracted the attention of the people around him, but Ye Yang ignored them.

"Oh? Haha, you want to worship me as your teacher? Why?"

I just heard Cangjie say:
"I have always wanted to try to change the way I remember things. It wasn't until I learned Chinese characters that I realized that making characters is what I should do."

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed directly:

"I hope the teacher will accept me as his disciple and teach me how to make characters."

As he finished speaking, his head hit the ground with a thud.

"Cangjie, please think carefully again. Are you sure you want to become your disciple?"

Ye Yang laughed, feeling satisfied for a long time, and then said:

"You have to know that after you become my teacher, there is no way out, let alone half-heartedness. The process of creating characters is a lot of hard work. It seems that there is no need to climb mountains and ridges, and there is no need to be exhausted, but it will consume the essence of your life. ,you sure?"

"Disciple, I'm sure."

"Really? The journey of creating words carries the fate and continuation of the entire human race. It may cost you everything, even your life. Are you willing?"

"Disciple is willing."

"Hahaha, okay, okay, okay, but I have one last question."

As he spoke, Ye Yang's face became serious:
"After you become my teacher, I will ask you to create one hundred thousand characters, no more, no less. You must not retreat in the middle. No matter what difficulties you encounter, even if the sky is full of gods and Buddhas threatening you, you must not give up. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, you must not give up." You must not retreat, you must move forward courageously, can you do it?”

"Disciple can do it."

After the words fell, Cang Jie kowtowed again. Ye Yang laughed and quickly helped him up.

"Okay, okay, haha, okay."

Taking a deep breath, Ye Yang said:
"Cang Jie, from now on, you are my third disciple."

"Ah? I have two other senior brothers? Who are they?"

Ye Yang nodded and said:

"Yes, you do have two senior brothers, but it's not the time for you to know them yet."

Touching Cang Jie's head, it seemed like a simple caress, but Ye Yang was infused with the purest luck of the human race.

Likewise, it is also the expectation that carries the heavy burden of human civilization.

"Cangjie, your task now is to create characters. My teacher will teach you well. When you create characters for a hundred thousand people, that will be the starting point of your journey."

"Yes, Master, it's just Master, why do you want to create one hundred thousand characters?"

Hearing this, Ye Yang slowly looked in a certain direction, and a mournful cry spread from his heart.

"Because there are one hundred thousand ancestors of our human race, and almost all of them are dead now."

Suddenly, Ye Yang looked at Cang Jie and said:
"My master asks you to create the big character "Hundred Thousand Human Race" to represent the one hundred thousand innate human race. Let the civilization of the human race continue and let the gods and Buddhas take a good look at it. Our human race will always be self-strengthening."

As soon as these words came out, there seemed to be some kind of involvement. In the dark, Ye Yang seemed to have caused a trace of cause and effect, and there were auspicious clouds three thousand miles above the heaven.

These lich calamities were all faintly affected by this aura.

Rumble.
The long river of fate is already beginning to boil.

The fate of the human race suppressed by the Great Seal of the Human Ancestor is becoming more intense at this moment, but all this is just the beginning.

In the tribe, Ye Yang and Cang Jie each held a branch in hand and began to teach how to make characters. Spring and autumn continued to alternate, with the scorching sun and the cold wind and frost, but even so, they did not interrupt.

Shivering from the cold, or almost fainting from hunger, as long as he didn't fall down, the professor would never stop making words.

The ten years from winter to spring may be just a blink of an eye for Ye Yang, but for ordinary people, it is an important ten years.

Now that Cangjie has grown up, he is no longer the child he once was, and even at the age of eighteen or nineteen, he looks particularly powerful.

Practicing calligraphy and walking with Ye Yang, we arrived outside the Yellow River and walked into the wild land before we knew it.

"Master, I feel a special aura here. Where is this place?" "Haha, here, it used to be a river, but it was drank up by a strong man in one gulp, and that's what happened in the end."

"What? Strong man? This riverbed looks huge, how could he drink it all? Master, please lie to me."

Hahaha.
Ye Yang chuckled and then said:

"Master, I didn't lie to you. This powerful man is not from the human race, he is from the witch race."

"Ah? It's the prehistoric witch clan that Master you told me about before? Is it the witch clan that was transformed by the blood of the Great God Pangu?"

"Yes, there is also a good story circulating, called Kua Fu Chasing the Sun."

Winter turned to spring and another ten years passed. At this moment, Cangjie had completely grown up, and his whole person looked determined. Although he was an ordinary person, there was an aura of awe-inspiringness between his brows.

"Cangjie, I must have been with you as my teacher for twenty years."

"Yes, Master."

Ye Yang looked up at the sky. Twenty years passed so fast. Cangjie has grown up.

"I have taught you everything that my teacher should teach you. The rest of the journey of making characters needs to be completed by you alone."

Over the years, Ye Yang taught Cangjie how to create characters, such as the pictographic method, the meaning method, or the pictographic method, etc.

All the methods Ye Yang knew were handed over to Cang Jie, but it took twenty years. Although it took a long time, it was pretty good when you think about it.

These methods took thousands of years to complete in later generations.

After hearing this, Cangjie was stunned.

"Master, are you...are you leaving me?"

"Cang Jie, there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. This separation is for the sake of getting together next time."

The two people stood opposite each other, and Ye Yang continued:

"Cangjie, starting from now is the beginning of your suffering. My teacher has taught you how to form characters. From now on, you will be the only one on the road. My teacher has only one request."

"Master, please speak."

By this scene, Cangjie had already realized that he already carried a lot of burdens.

"Cang Jie, my master wants you to spread the words you created throughout every human race in the prehistoric times, so that the entire human race in the prehistoric times can learn our own words, and let our words be engraved in the hearts and souls of every human race. , in the bones.”

Ye Yang looked up in a certain direction, anger burst out in his eyes.

"Preaching to every human race, I want the gods and Buddhas in the heavens to take good care of it. This is our own writing, and the living beings in the wild will take good care of it. This is the inheritance of our civilization. The human race will never be destroyed, and the inheritance will continue."

In an instant, Ye Yang suddenly looked at Cang Jie with a pair of eyes that struck straight into his heart.

"Master, my disciple must complete it."

Ye Yang was relieved and slowly came to Cangjie and patted his shoulder:

"Don't complain, don't regret. When you are tired and in pain, grit your teeth and persevere. Preaching to the human race does not happen overnight. It may take up your whole life, or it may make you suffer all your life. Go ahead and become a teacher." You return in triumph."

"Yes, Master."

Kneeling down and kowtow, Cangjie took the tree branch given to him by Ye Yang and embarked on the road to enlightenment alone.

Looking at Cang Jie's retreating back, the fighting spirit in Ye Yang's heart burst out.

"Hehehe, hahahaha, good, very good."

Looking at the saints of the heavens, Ye Yang shouted loudly:

"Use force to defeat the sky, use literature to disrupt the sky, the prehistoric human race, everyone attacks the sky——"

(End of this chapter)