Wuyun stood in front of the cliff and thought for a while, raised the charcoal in his hand and drew what happened today on the cliff mountain, although the dark cloud painting is very abstract, but the dark cloud is completely immersed in his own world at the moment.

Wuyun used the simple brush in his hand to paint a picture on the cliff wall, it was four people, standing under the big tree and looking up at the net hanging in mid-air, different from the daytime experience, the net was not empty, a horned animal curled up in the net, Wuyun felt that he saw the future, at this moment he felt as if his soul no longer belonged to him, that ethereal and illusory feeling, so that Wuyun fell into a state of intoxication and madness.

The dark clouds painted for a long time, until the charcoal in his hand was used up, and the cliff wall was already full of intricate patterns, and the dark clouds looked at their results, as if some unknown power in the dark touched their hearts, and the dark clouds danced a mysterious dance, and sang strange songs in their mouths.

The tribesmen were woken up by the singing of the clouds, and watching the strange behavior of the clouds in front of the cliff, people couldn't help but look at each other, wondering what was going on with the clouds.

People stood behind the dark clouds and looked at the patterns on the cliff wall, no one spoke, except for the singing of the dark clouds, the silence around seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats, the petroglyphs became a language, this language cannot be heard by the ears, but the pictures seen by the eyes have made people understand the story depicted by the dark clouds.

Wang Lang was also shocked to look at the patterns on the rock wall, he didn't expect that he would witness the birth of a prehistoric art so suddenly, Wang Lang knew that art has magical power, it can link human hearts with each other, and can share each other's joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

Watching the crazy dance of the clouds and listening to the mysterious ballads, Wang Lang understood that the clouds were performing a ritual, and this primitive religious ritual was to communicate with the gods.

Although Wang Lang believes that this kind of behavior is no different from that of a mentally ill person, human civilization is not only about science and technology, but also about art and faith.

Wang Lang didn't interfere with the dark clouds' actions, and watched all this quietly, he could bring them a comfortable living environment, but the difference between humans and animals is that humans have their own spiritual world, and this spiritual power is indescribable.

Wang Lang can use his own knowledge to create a religion, but art comes from the heart, which Wang Lang cannot replace, a race needs to think and create in order to build a brilliant civilization.

Although Wang Lang does not know what the reason for the creation of words is in history, at this moment Wang Lang understands that words come from pictures and beliefs.

At this time, the tribe was enveloped in a mysterious and solemn atmosphere, and people could feel the joy and sorrow of the dark clouds, as if all the souls were merged and could share their feelings with each other.

After a long time, the clouds stopped dancing and singing, and woke up from the mysterious state they had just had.

Looking at the crowd around him, Wuyun suddenly felt a panic, and there was some timidity in his eyes.

"Lang, did I do something wrong?" Wuyun asked with some trepidation.

Wang Lang shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong, you completed a great work, and we witnessed this great moment together, dark clouds, you should be proud, you created history, you should let future generations remember your name." ”

Wuyun was a little uneasy in his heart, he just wanted the gods to know what he thought, why did Wang Lang boast about himself so much, and his name should be remembered and sung by future generations, that is the glory that only gods can enjoy, how can he be a humble mortal to enjoy this honor.

"Lang, how can my name be passed down in the songs of posterity, and won't that anger the gods and bring calamity?" Wuyun said in fear.

Although the tribesmen thought that the painting of the dark cloud was very novel, Wang Lang wanted to let the name of the dark cloud pass on, and they were a little difficult to accept, and they echoed the dark cloud.

"The gods are supreme, can't you think that these paintings of the dark clouds are the guidance of the gods, the gods are watching us between the heavens and the earth, and they are sending down wisdom in ways that we are not aware of, and you look at the pictures on the cliffs, which record our lives, and I think the gods want to pass on our experiences in some way through the hands of the clouds, so that our children and grandchildren will know the sufferings and joys we have experienced, learn our techniques, and understand our thoughts." After Wang Lang finished speaking, he looked around at everyone.

People are thinking about the meaning of Wang Lang's words, there have been countless generations of inheritance by hand and ear, this kind of square record of the painting to record their wisdom, so that they feel very novel, if there is this kind of painting before, they will know the life of their ancestors, this is a kind of inheritance beyond time.

Wang Lang looked at the picture on the cliff wall, the simple lines outlined the connection between the past, the present and the future, these people are no different from modern people, they all have a rich inner world, curiosity and imagination can make human beings become the master of this world.

Human beings have the written language to inherit, the previous world history countless civilizations did not have their own writing, and these civilizations are all barbaric peoples without exception, even if they have the intelligence of modern people, but still live a life of hair and blood, the written can be said to be the greatest creation of mankind.

Wang Lang did not intend to hand over the modern script to them, that would be meaningless, after thousands of years of evolution of Chinese characters have lost the ability of the original hieroglyphic to see the meaning of the form, to teach these people to write, Wang Lang did not have the time and did not have so much energy.

He only needs to be a guide, and the rest needs to be created by these people, the name of Cangjie can be circulated in China for countless years, so as long as Wuyun uses his talent for painting to create words, then he is Cangjie of this time and space, how can his name not be remembered by future generations.

"Lang, you have some truth in what you said, but this is all a gift from the gods, how can the dark clouds occupy the glory of the gods?" Solid Tooth asked.

Wang Lang smiled and said: "The god chose the dark cloud, which means that the dark cloud has a talent recognized by the gods, in my dream, the god told me that he just gave us hints, and it was more on our own, and he didn't want us to become people who would only sit back and enjoy what we did." ”

The clansmen frowned and pondered, Wang Lang walked to the side of the dark clouds, pointed to the painting on the cliff wall, and said: "Look at this animal, you didn't tell me what it is, but I can still see that it is a deer, do you know why?" ”

Wuyun said with some doubts: "What else can a deer be if it is a deer?" ”

Wang Lang didn't answer, bent down to pick up the charcoal that fell on the ground, spent a very abstract four-hoofed animal on the cliff wall, looked at the dark clouds and asked, "What do you say this is?" ”

The dark cloud stared at the animal for a moment, then shook his head.

Wang Lang picked up a paintbrush and drew two twig-like horns on the animal's head, and then asked Wuyun, "What about this?" ”

The dark clouds stared at the pattern, and there was a faint understanding in their hearts, but the feeling that they wanted to catch it but couldn't catch it made the dark clouds very uncomfortable.