Zhang Jianguo was surrounded by the ink people with weapons in their hands, and he was in a state of confusion, but he saw that these ink people suddenly separated into a gap, and the subsequent ink people lined up neatly in two rows along this gap, until they reached the entrance of the tribe.

"Hey, this posture doesn't look like it's hostile to me, is this welcoming me in the middle of the road?"

After the array was neatly arranged, a group of guards from the tribe stepped out in unison, spitting out all kinds of commas and periods as they went.

Different from those ink figures, the parts of these guards are a little more realistic, some are realistic in the hands and feet, some are realistic in the facial features, some are realistic in the skin and hair, and some are in the body.

The appearance of these guards resembles a detailed sketch of the style of ink painting, bringing them closer to real-world humans.

In the center of the guards there is a pictogram wearing a crown, the appearance is the most unique, the whole body has been sketched and shaped, it can be called a sketch man, judging from the crown he wears, it should be the king of this tribe.

The sketch king walked out from the guard, stood in front of Zhang Jianguo and kept looking at him, in the process of looking, exclamation marks continued to appear on the sketcher's head, it seems that Zhang Jianguo's realistic appearance and the behavior on his body made him amazed.

All of a sudden, the sketcher fell to the ground, bowed his head, and while bowing, all kinds of punctuation marks kept appearing, and the other ink people saw that the sketcher was like this, and they all fell to their knees with brushes, and all kinds of punctuation marks appeared on their heads.

It feels like you're speaking some language of worship and praise.

"Could it be that the creatures of this world communicate through punctuation?" Zhang Jianguo guessed.

Even in the real world, punctuation marks can convey meaning that should be conveyed by words, such as ellipses to indicate speechlessness, exclamation marks and question marks to express surprise, colons and closing brackets to form a smiley face to indicate happiness, and colons and left parentheses to form a sad face to indicate unhappiness.

Even after continuous extension and change, there are also emojis in human society, and the essence of emoji is not to reorganize various symbols to form a facial expression with realistic significance to replace words to express various meanings?

If this inference is true, then Zhang Jianguo only needs to learn this new language, and then use local materials to arrange and combine the punctuation marks suspended around him to achieve communication with the world's natives.

Having found a way to communicate in this world, Zhang Jianguo was suddenly in a relaxed mood, he reached out to help the sketcher, and the sketcher stood up in fear.

He threw a string of punctuation marks at the escort, and immediately four tall and stout guards carrying sedan chairs emerged from the escort.

Zhang Jianguo naturally understood what the other party meant, sat down on the sedan chair generously, let the guards carry him into the tribe, and then was sandwiched and welcomed into a huge cave.

The sketcher welcomed him to the upper seat in the center of the cave, and when Zhang Jianguo sat down, the sketcher led the tribesmen to bow to the ground again.

Suddenly, the black pressure in the dark cave pressed a group of natives to spit out countless black punctuation marks, and those punctuation marks flew like black worms, instantly filling the entire cave, making Zhang Jianguo dazzled.

Zhang Jianguo wanted to stop this senseless behavior, but he couldn't speak, so anxious that he stood up and kicked at the table, this kick was very powerful, and the whole table fell apart, and in a blink of an eye, it was reverted to a radical.

Seeing this scene, the natives kneeling below burst out with exclamation marks in unison, obviously frightened.

The sketcher spat out punctuation marks in a panic, while Zhang Jianguo was making random gestures with his hands, but unfortunately the two sides didn't understand each other's meaning at all, and they were always at the same time.

The disheartened Zhang Jianguo sat on the ground, and when he was tired, he drew a crying face on the ground, thinking: "Do you understand, this is my grandfather's mood now!"

The sketcher seemed to think of something after looking at the mourning face, and spat punctuation at his guard, only to see one of the guards leave in a hurry, and after a while the guard returned with a black box in both hands.

The sketcher solemnly opened the black box, and at the moment when the lid was flipped over, Zhang Jianguo stood up.

He was a little suspicious of his eyes, what he saw! There was a brush in the box—a golden brush!

In this black-and-white world of words, Zhang Jianguo can actually see objects of other colors.

He hurried up to fetch the brush, but the sketcher, frightened, did not stop it.

The moment he got the brush, a message flooded into his brain.

"Can you communicate with the natives through this pen?" thought to himself, and the golden brush moved his arm, and a series of symbols were written by this pen.

Seeing this, the sketcher appeared three exclamation marks in a row, and those three exclamation marks were absorbed by the brush in the blink of an eye, and then conveyed into Zhang Jianguo's brain: "It's amazing! You can use this pen! You are really a divine messenger!"

After the facts were in front of him, and there was no need to question the efficacy of this pen, Zhang Jianguo began to communicate with the sketchers.

First of all, the sketcher has a name, called Cangjie, the Cangjie who made the word, according to Cangjie, this is a name given by the gods.

Zhang Jianguo suddenly had a strong interest in this divine envoy, and he was able to give such a name to the natives, obviously this divine envoy was from the Chinese clan in the real world.

At the same time, it also means that Zhang Jianguo is not the first person to come to this world.

Then Zhang Jianguo asked about the origin of this world.

Cangjie then told him the mythical story in this world - the story of the text world version of "Pangu Kaitian".

"In the beginning, this world was only white with nothingness and chaos, and God was trapped in chaos, and he broke through the chaos and opened up a world full of living beings. ”

"His body turned into mountains and earth, veins became rivers, lakes and seas, hair became grass and vegetation, bones became ore, and the backbone of the sky and the earth became the pillar of the world - Pen Mountain, the essence and blood of God evolved into the creatures of the world, and the spirit of God became a character that permeated the heavens and the earth, and it is said that one day in the future, the spirit of God will reunite and come to the world with a new attitude......"

This story is actually not nutritious, and the only thing Zhang Jianguo cares about is the pillar of the sky mentioned in the story - Pen Mountain.

"The Pen Mountain in your mouth is the mountain that towers into the sky to the east of the tribe?"

Zhang Jianguo would initially explore all the way in the direction of the tribe, and it was precisely by this straight peak that he was attracted.

"Yes, Lord Divine Messenger!" Cangjie replied.

"And what is the origin of this pen?"

According to the former oracle, this pen is called inspiration, and it is the brain of the creator god. ”

"Pen of inspiration? Does this serve any purpose other than allowing me to communicate with you?"

"Being able to make them just like me. ”

"How did you become like you?"

"The previous oracle took a pen and scribbled on my body, and my image began to change, and according to the oracle, I became more real. ”

Zhang Jianguo understood, co-authoring is to use a brush to sketch?

Curious, he summoned two ink men and tried to depict them on the ink man's face.

"That's not right, it's not changed at all, is it because of my painting skills?"

Suddenly, he slapped his head and thought that he was taking it for granted, the real world only depicts real objects, and this is the world of words!

So......

Zhang Jianguo picked up the pen and wrote two "eye" words on the ink face.

After writing and lifting the pen, the two characters began to slowly pictogram, and the ink man instantly became the same as the group of guards, with a pair of realistic sketch-style eyes on his face.

"This kind of setting is really fun!" Zhang Jianguo was immediately full of interest and played happily, he wrote the word "hand" on the palm of the ink man's hand, and wrote the word "mouth" on the position of his mouth, and the word "hair" on the top of his head......

In an instant, he made another sketcher with his own hands.

Zhang Jianguo suppressed his playfulness, put away his pen, and continued to ask Cangjie: "What about the former divine envoy?

"The previous oracle is at the top of the Pen Mountain, and he also confessed, and after the arrival of the next oracle, let him climb the top of the Pen Mountain with the inspiration pen to meet him. Cangjie confessed.

"Why didn't you say something so important earlier!"

Cangjie said innocently: "God made you not ask me before, I thought that the same God made you definitely know about the handover." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, take me to Bishan quickly!" Zhang Jianguo hurriedly demanded.