He was really engrossed in painting, and suddenly heard someone behind him calling him "uncle", and suddenly his train of thought was broken, so he had to put down his pen.

Turning his head, there was a large group of people, and he couldn't help but wonder, for so many years, there were only about 20 people in Qishan, how did these faceless people get here?

However, when he saw the pure and slender cicada, his eyes immediately lit up, and he shouted happily: "Oh, isn't this a little fairy? Come and let Uncle hug! ”

The cicada snorted, grimaced at the painting, and then hid behind the painting, as if he disliked his uncle.

Hua Fan dragged his sister out from behind him, and said with some displeasure: "Don't mess around, call Uncle Hello!" ”

The cicada pouted and twisted its head to the side stubbornly, but didn't say anything.

"Alright, alright! If you don't scream, don't scream, it's not like she didn't scream once or twice! Never mind. "Painting is full of nonchalance.

Then he bowed to Venerable Cangwu and asked, "Venerable, have you come to Shushan?" ”

Venerable Cangwu waved his hand and said, "No, they came from the wormhole, including your nephews and nieces. ”

"Oh?" Drawing was surprised: "Wormhole? It really exists! It's a shame I didn't see it! ”

The cicada muttered in a low voice: "You stay in this place all day, it's weird to be able to see it!" ”

Hua Fan frowned and patted the back of the cicada's head, a little reproachful. The cicada stuck out her tongue at him and stopped talking.

Huahua looked at the brother and sister of Huafan and smiled: "I thought you came to see me!" It's so stuffy......"

Hua Fan was a little embarrassed, so he changed the topic and said, "Hey? Uncle, how have you studied this ancient rock painting? ”

Speaking of rock paintings, painting has gained momentum again, like a child, dancing with his hands and eyebrows, and explaining: "You said rock paintings! That's a point! You see so much is my latest research in the past two months! ”

As he spoke, he patted the one-person-tall drawing paper next to him.

"I'll tell you, I've already comprehended this painting! The content mainly talks about the ancient tribe of Dongyi, the Changxi tribe, and the Goumang clan's understanding of heaven and earth. ”

"About three or four thousand years ago, after Fuxi in Central Plains, Gou Mang and some clans married the Dongyi Changxi tribe, and the Changxi tribe was a moon-watching tribe, with the moon as the tribal emblem, so the 'Qu' tribe and the 'Qu' tribe were later formed."

"The Goumang clan was appointed by Fuxi to observe Tai Sui Jupiter, so after the merger of the two tribes, they had a very deep understanding of the stars, and they deduced the natural laws of heaven and earth through the stars, so there was such a picture."

"I have drawn these things from them, most of them are the daily lives of the two major tribes, and some of them are their various major activities!"

Jiang Xun asked in surprise: "Just such a simple painting, how did you realize so much?" ”

Painting said a little proudly: "Maybe I am born with an affinity for painting, as long as I calm down and try to use my spirit to contact this heavenly book, I will feel a lot of scenes in my mind, and sometimes it will appear in a primitive life in ancient times like a time travel." ”

Hearing him say this, everyone couldn't help but look at the "Book of Heaven" and try to understand.

Painting smiled and said: "Hehe, this is not something that everyone can understand, these twenty or so people on Qishan have not entered such a state once after studying for decades, you save it, listen to me continue to tell you." ”

However, everyone else ignored him and still tried to understand, including Xun and the same, only Venerable Cangwu, who had tried countless times, did not "follow the trend".

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he snorted coldly and said to himself: "Hmph, you don't believe me!" Well, you won't turn back if you don't hit the south wall, so I'll just wait for you for a while. ”

So he returned to the desk, picked up the pen and paper, and at the same time devoted himself to the process of comprehending the Book of Heaven.

After just ten breaths, painting entered a wonderful state of perception.

"Huh? This time it was lucky, and it was another historical scene. ”

While feeling it, the pen in the painting hand also began to move.

This is his unique talent, and it is not a dual-minded talent, but a deep subconscious mind deep in the brain that controls him to draw.

The consciousness of the painter himself "traveled" to this big stone of the Qu tribe three or four thousand years ago, and "watched" some things that happened to the Qu tribe one day in ancient times.

This is what is recorded and engraved in the so-called "Book of Heaven".

One day in ancient times, in the mountain stream of the Qu tribe.

People were busy transporting wild fruits and beasts to a seemingly rudimentary altar in a mountain stream.

I have seen many ancient scenes in painting, and I know that this is the altar of the Changxi tribe, and it is something that the entire tribe swears to defend.

It seems that they are preparing for a sacrifice.

Painting couldn't help but get excited, over the years, he had "seen" nine sacrifices, and each sacrifice made him realize a lot of the laws of the Great Dao.

These scenes inscribed in the Book of Heaven cannot be "fast-forwarded", and the painting can only wait until the sacrifice begins.

There were two times when I had to wait for two or three hours for painting, but the sacrifice was not ready or just prepared, and the fragment of the Heavenly Book record was gone.

"I hope I can see the whole process of sacrifice this time!" I was also a little apprehensive when I painted.

It seemed that the things needed for the sacrifice had been almost prepared, and the last team of people transporting the sacrifices was about to arrive at the altar, and the people of the Changxi tribe and the small number of people from the Gomang tribe had already begun to gather at the altar.

At this time recorded in the Book of Heaven, there were nearly 20,000 people in the Qu tribe, of which the Changxi tribe was still dominant, with 18,000 people, and the Goumang tribe also had a population of more than 2,000.

When Gou Mang first came to Qishan to marry the Changxi tribe, his clan only had more than 400 people, and the Changxi tribe only had 7,000 people.

In ancient times, unlike today, because of the harsh natural environment, the mortality rate was very high, and even large tribes grew very slowly, while some small tribes often withered in a hundred years and eventually merged into other tribes.

With the continuous struggle of the ancestors against nature and the strength became stronger and stronger, the living environment became better and better, and the population grew faster.

After waiting for a while, the priest knelt in front of a black boulder in the center of the altar, and all the people in the ground fell to their knees, and there was silence.

The painter "stands" in the position of the petroglyph, looking at the altar dozens of feet away with some excitement, waiting for the priest to start the ceremony.

At this moment, the accident suddenly happened!

"Wow! Where is this? ”

The painting trembled "all over", and turned his head to look at a light and shadow beside him.

"You! You! You! ”

"Huh? You're here too! What a coincidence! Jiang Xun also found the painting, and looked at him "dumbfounded" and dumbfounded, and said a little strangely: "What's wrong with you?" How about this expression? ”

Buzzing~

At this time, two lights and shadows appeared one after another.

"Huh? Eldest brother! ”

This is Jiang Xun's two brothers, Jiang Yuan and Jiang Wu!

"You! You! You! You guys! ”

He painted as if he had seen a ghost, and his face was "frightened".

Buzz buzz buzz ~

A series of lights and shadows appeared out of thin air.

This time it's Kunjue, Han Wu and the Huafan brothers and sisters.

The painting looked dazed and stunned, and the light and shadow of his consciousness blurred for a while, and he retreated from the state of perception.

"Huhu~"

In reality, cold sweat was already oozing from the forehead of the painting, and at the same time, a painting on the desk was also a mess, and the painting was wasted.

He turned his head to look at the group of people staring at Tianshu on the side, except for Zishang, everyone else had blank eyes.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he thought to himself, "What's wrong with this world?" Is the Book of Heaven really worthless? How can so many people understand the essence of it? ”

However, thinking of the sacrifice that had not yet begun, he immediately tried his best to calm his emotions and once again entered a state of enlightenment.

"I hope to be in that scene again!"

This time, it took him twenty breaths to enter the state, and at this time, he comprehended the Book of Heaven, and there were more than the seven people who had wandered in the ancient world, and the eight brothers of Baili had also entered......

They don't know what the situation is now, so they are emotionally stable and haven't withdrawn from this wonderful state.

Painting and trying to calm down his "ups and downs" emotions before he explained it to them.

In reality.

Zishang, who did not have a soul to travel in ancient times, lost his patience and looked away from the petroglyphs.

It's not that he's not relaxed enough, it's not that he's not focused enough, it's just that he can't comprehend, just like Venerable Cangwu and other people.

looked at the other people around him, and they were "nailed" to the ground one by one like piles.

Zishang waved his hand in front of them, but he didn't see any reaction from them.

Just as he was about to shout, Venerable Cangwu flashed to his side, put one hand on his shoulder, and stopped him.

Zishang looked at Venerable Cangwu suspiciously, and asked, "What's wrong with them?" ”

Venerable Cangwu took Zi Shang and took one step at a time, returning to the position just now, and taking Zi Shang away from the crowd.

"How so? How so? ”

Venerable Cangwu also frowned, puzzled, and muttered to himself.

Xun Ji, who was beside Venerable Cangwu, shook his head and said, "It's amazing that these young people can comprehend the magic of the Book of Heaven!" ”

He then pulled out his signature yarrow and two-knotted bamboo.

"Divination and divination, as soon as something happens, you know divination!" Zishang teased in his heart.

Although he was still a little ignorant, he quickly guessed that they seemed to be like paintings, and they felt the mystery of the Book of Heaven.

"With so many people, why don't I realize anything? Isn't this just a broken painting? That's where I was when I was three years old! ”

complained like this in his heart, Zishang looked left and right, it was really boring.

"Huh?"

Seeing a large stack of drawing paper next to the painting desk, he couldn't help but have a whim to see what he had drawn.

So he broke away from Venerable Cangwu's hand, explained his intentions, and promised not to disturb their understanding, and Venerable Cangwu agreed.

In the ancient scene recorded in the Book of Heaven, it is now full of excitement.

"In this way, we can also comprehend the mysteries of the Book of Heaven!" After listening to the explanation of the painting, Jiang Xun was stunned.

"Oops! I didn't expect to be able to see the sacrificial rituals of the ancient Changxi tribe! It's incredible! Kun Jue sighed.

Baili Cat and the others didn't speak, but just made eye contact with each other.

Compared with Painting, Kunjue, Jiang Xun and others, their talents are really scummy, but their eight brothers can all comprehend the Book of Heaven. And Zishang's demonic little ghost actually failed to enter the heavenly book to understand!

What's going on here? Could it be that the eight brothers are the type of late bloomers who have some unlimited potential?

Just as they were chattering, Draw suddenly shouted:

"Don't make a sound! The sacrifice begins! ”