"Good swordsmanship! Compared to the day of Lu Mansion, your progress is really amazing! ”

The knife man gently stroked his hair bun, slightly covered the broken part of the hair that had been cut off just now, and wiped the blood from his forehead.

The man's hat and coat had been split apart by the knife, revealing a nocturnal suit,

"Your name is Qingyun, right? Is it the brother-in-law of the Little Dragon King? ”

"Who are you?"

Qingyun was sure that he hadn't heard the other party's voice, but the other party seemed to know his own details.

He can judge his identity just by such a face, except for a few close friends around him, he really can't think of anyone.

"Ahh You shouldn't know me.

My name is Yuan Bei, and I am a guerrilla of the Baoyi Army. ”

Yuan Bei's gaze kept looking behind Qingyun, which made Qingyun quite disgusted, but he still chattered to himself,

"I was also in Lu Mansion that day. Later, I also read the information of several of you.

We all know your relationship with the Little Dragon King. Good skills!

Boy, we're not enemies, so we don't have to be that nervous. ”

Qingyun was nervous, it was the kid who looked behind him, and he warned the other party vigilantly,

"Behind is my righteous sister, the fourth sister of the Little Dragon King."

"Oh! Oh. ”

The man smiled awkwardly and inserted the half-truncated knife into the scabbard,

"I have been ordered to track down the wanted man who assassinated the nobles, and to follow here.

You should have gotten the news this morning.

The assassin was a woman, five feet tall, what suspicious characters had the two seen? ”

"We didn't encounter any suspicious people, but there should be a secret stronghold near this mountain road."

"Well, I also found it here based on clues.

I am an expert in the hidden terrain of the jungle in the Baoyi Army, and the strangeness of the mountains and shrubs cannot escape my eyes.

Ah, since it's a misunderstanding, let's not delay the two, let's look for it separately. ”

Qingyun didn't like the lewd man in front of him very much, so he said goodbye to him very happily, and then let out the gourd pavilion behind him.

When the man walked away, Qingyun and the others searched carefully along the path again.

After about half an hour, a miserable cry suddenly came from the depths of the forest, the sound was not loud, it seemed that the person's vocal cords were cut at the moment of the sound, but it was still very recognizable in the quiet night, enough to point out the direction.

"Go there and have a look!" Qingyun greeted.

The two of them followed the sound and leaned into the forest, and suddenly heard a burst of dead branches, and it turned out that there were other people in the forest rushing to the place where the incident occurred.

The footsteps were still a few hundred steps away from him, and Qingyun suddenly thought about it and asked:

"Sickness is caused by sorrow, sickness and disease, dry this wine?"

The man actually stopped, and replied a bunch of grunts, and he actually knew Han Yan.

The moonlight sprinkled into the forest, leaving only a faint halo, vaguely shining a purple dress.

Qingyun felt that the figure was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

The man muttered a few more words, and seeing that Qingyun had not said anything for a long time, he felt that something was wrong when he thought about it, and quickly ran away.

"Sister, who is that person? What was said? It doesn't look like a monk. ”

"Strange, it seems to be ......"

Probably Cai Ting was not quite sure about his guess, and suddenly shook his head,

"Hey, I can't see clearly. He's asking who you are anyway.

It shows that the person he asked doesn't speak Han Yan, so he was also a little surprised.

Later, I asked you to come out and answer, but you didn't respond, but scared him away. ”

"This place is really crazy, go!

Let's take a look at what the cry was all about. ”

At this time, the mountain fog is getting thicker, and the line of sight is becoming less and less clear.

Qingyun originally thought that this desolate ancient road in the middle of the night should be very clean, and most of the people he could meet were his goals.

As a result, I now find that I can meet uninvited guests everywhere, what kind of secrets are hidden in this mountain forest?

He took Caiting's hand and continued to explore into the depths, as if stepping into an endless nightmare.

The canopy of the trees covers the sky, leaving just a void.

Originally, there may have been a towering giant tree here, showing off in the jungle, so it has been struck by lightning, leaving only a jagged piece of charred and black broken wood.

The silver moonlight shone down like a pillar, probably because of the contrast, this pillar of light appeared exceptionally bright, covering the truncated pile.

A large man in black was lying on a stump, struggling to hold his back against the trunk of a tree, keeping his upper body upright, and his hands clenching his throat, as if trying to stop the blood from pouring out.

But the continuous blood lines between his fingers announced that his vitality was irreversibly and rapidly draining, floating in the night mist.

The night fog is also soaked in blood, silver light and red mist, scorched black wooden stakes, the picture is weird and terrifying.

Qingyun could feel Caiting's wrist trembling uncontrollably, and his pulse was beating desperately.

Qingyun whispered reassuringly, "I'll take a look!" ”

But Cai Ting was holding on to his forearm, as if he didn't dare to stay far away alone.

Qingyun thought for a while,

"Then you close your eyes and hold on to me.

I'll go slower and go together. ”

The strength in Caiting's hand tightened a little, but his footsteps finally began to move, apparently accepting Qingyun's suggestion.

The dying man turned out to be Yuan Bei, who had a sword friendship with Qingyun.

When he saw Qingyun coming, there seemed to be a little relief in his eyes, and he wanted to speak, but the black plasma gushed out before the voice, and he couldn't make any more sound except for the sound of ho ho sending air.

Finally, he gave up hope of life, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, his face condensed into a strange smile, and his right hand left his neck, trembling and pointing into the distance.

His arm was not fully raised, and the man collapsed like mud.

Qingyun sighed, helped him close his eyes, and dragged Cai Ting in the direction indicated by Yuan Bei's death.

Yuan Bei's kung fu is not bad, when he and Qingyun are facing the sword, if he doesn't intentionally stop it, the result is also between five and five.

However, Qingyun used all his strength to deliver a perfect blow, and he retracted halfway through the rat trap.

When the two strong meet, the one wins, and he is wounded by a broken blade.

If it weren't for being created by Qingyun's sword and breaking the mystery of the hidden form, maybe he wouldn't have died easily.

Maybe the word is meaningless, Yuan Bei is already a dead man at this time.

Although Qingyun's first feeling for Yuan Bei was not very good, it was inevitable that he would feel sorry for his death, and only by finding out the truth and finding the real murderer could he live up to that sword friend.

The person who killed Yuan Bei also seemed to be wounded, and along the direction shown, there were faint traces of blood on the ground, extending to the edge of the range of the pillar of light.

"The murderer is wounded, and he shouldn't be able to go far.

Sister, it's okay, open your eyes, follow me, we must catch up with them. ”

Caiting's footsteps seemed to be a little faster, and the two of them hurried for a while, and vaguely heard the whispers of two people in front of them.

It seems that there is more than one person who sniped Yuan Bei.

Qingyun motioned for Caiting to silence, and the two of them crouched in the dark, looking at the two figures by the clear spring from a distance.

"Are you sure you got it?"

There was no shelter on the side of the clear spring, and the moonlight shone on the person, dressed in purple, and it seemed that he was the one who was scared away by Qingyun just now.

Although the gathering was far away and the appearance was not real, the more Qingyun looked at it, the more he felt that this was a person he knew.

"Hay, she, fell off the cliff, in the river, dead to the ground."

This person is very recognizable, Qingyun recognized it at a glance, and he didn't know Huo Mai!

She was still dressed in red, but most of them had been torn, and the exposed skin was also red and white, presumably injured.

She is not tall, but her figure is extraordinarily hot.

As she spoke, she approached the stream and began to shed her clothes.

"You, what do you do!"

The man in purple was obviously surprised.

"Mai, tired. It's all, blood. Mai, bathing. ”

"Wait, me, I have something to ask."

"Huh? Together, bubble. Let's talk. Yes, I can rub Mai's back. ”

"Here? You're not afraid of someone coming? ”

"Someone can come, too, together."

"No, I mean, you killed a noble man, and you are still so calm?"

I don't know that Huo Mai was already sincere at this time, and the silver moonlight sprinkled on her, and Qingyun's heart was like a deer.

Caiting on the side seemed to hear the sound of the small drum, snorted softly, and glanced at Qingyun with disdain.

Mai slowly walked into the spring and turned around, and the beautiful scenery was facing Qingyun's hideout.

Qingyun really knocked too many tonics this day, and after seeing all the spring, summer, autumn and winter in one day, he almost didn't hold back the nosebleed.

The Mai was soaked in spring water, and she was very happy to think about it, and she smiled like a silver bell.

"Hey, hey~ Mark. There is a bad guy who has been following Mai.

He hid in the grass and couldn't be seen.

Mai, chased all the way, scared.

But he just now, wounded.

Mai, kill him. Mai, it's safe. ”

It turned out that she was the murderer who killed the nobleman, and it was she who killed Yuan Bei!

When Qingyun heard this, his muscles tightened, and with a snap, he crushed a dead branch on his foot.

"Who!" , The man in purple turned his head, and the moonlight shone on his face, and it was a high flying bird.

"Sure enough, it's him, I should have thought of it.

It is not surprising that people from the Bohai Gao family can speak Han Yan. ”

Cai Ting muttered, and shouted loudly to Gao Feique in Han Yan, telling him to be careful of the woman next to him, she was very dangerous.

There was a look of fear on the face of the high flying sparrow,

"Who the hell is it! Why pretend to be a ghost! Mai, go! ”

After saying this, Gao Feique rushed into the forest quickly, and the light swallow step was really like a forest flying sparrow.

"Huh?"

Caiting vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

Just as he hesitated, Qingyun had already rushed out, and it turned out that it was the fireless Mai who jumped out of the water in a hurry, picked up his clothes and ran.

This widow is the murderer of the noble man, the eldest brother left the mountain because of this incident, and she is also the real murderer who killed Yuan Bei, how can Qingyun let her escape?

Seeing that she didn't enter the forest, Qingyun didn't think about it, so he chased after her first.

Although Caiting was only a moment slower, Mai and Qingyun both entered the forest at this moment, so they could only follow in.

Suddenly, the rich cold aura pressed from all sides, making her shiver involuntarily, and her pace couldn't help but slow down a little.

She didn't go far like this, and she lost her way, where could she still see the shadows of Qingyun and Mai.

Qingyun followed a white shadow closely, and although the light in the forest was sparse, the target was still obvious.

I don't know how long I chased it, but the white shadow screamed, as if it had hit something.

Listening to the Buddha's name, the male master in a dark robe covered his lower abdomen and complained bitterly.

Qingyun hurriedly chased after him, and when he saw that it was Xiongqi, he was overjoyed, called the master, and stretched out his hand to grab Mai Shiranui.

Master Xiongqi screamed, what did he see?

In the dark night forest, the girl in the flower season is running frankly, and the bad boy is in hot pursuit, taking advantage of the heel to poke out the salty pig hand!

Is it tolerable, or is it intolerable?

Male to protect the flower, hands stretched out, blocking the fire in front of the ignorance.

"Dear, how can you hurt the weathering so much!"

"You, get out of the way, I'm going to ...... now"

Qingyun didn't have time to explain to him more, and rudely wanted to push away the Sangha in front of him.

Although Xiongqi's martial arts are mediocre, his muscles are also stocky.

Qingyun had no intention of hurting him, but he was really not polite to Qingyun's waist killing, squeezing Qingyun so much that he didn't catch his breath, and he didn't pick up the second half of the sentence.

"Buddha Amitayus! The color word is a knife, the donor wakes up! ”

Qingyun struggled desperately,

"Let go of me! She is the murderer of the concubine! ”

Xiongqi was just about to let go, and suddenly felt that something was wrong,

"Dear, you can't be so full of words!

The concubine was assassinated in Gongxian last night, and her relatives have been in Songshan.

The official has not solved the case, how can he solve it? ”

"Hey, you!"

Qingyun was really angry, and with a shake of his arms, he broke the arms of the monk Xiongqi, who staggered back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

When Qingyun was about to chase after him, the master suddenly pointed behind him and shouted,

"The empty first seat is just right, hurry up and help restrain Qing Xiaoqin.

Dear, this is the blood of evil surging up, and I have hysteria! ”

When Qingyun heard that it was empty, he hurriedly looked back, and sure enough, he saw that it was the head of the Junkong Hall staring at him gloomily behind him.

He wanted to prove his conjecture, but Caiting hadn't come with him yet, so he could only ask,

"Sickness is caused by sorrow, sickness and disease, dry this wine?"

Kongkong seemed to be stunned by his question, and he couldn't talk for a while.

Male but very surprised,

"Qing Xiaoqin actually understands Han Yan?"

Xiongqi Master Layman Jushi is a Japanese who has returned from Sanhan, so he can naturally understand some Korean dialects, at least these daily etiquette words can still be understood to some extent.

Empty empty this seems to suddenly realize,

"Ha, Qing Xiaoqin, what's wrong?

Tonight, he slashed the prince with a sword, chased after the night girl, and suddenly talked about Han Yan to the poor road.

What's going on? ”

"Sword Slash Prince? Tonight, you say? ”

Ambitious, I was shocked.

He was on duty tonight, and he heard the faint sound of fighting and screams on the mountain path behind the temple, so he came to visit.

Although he had already sensed that something must have changed here, at this moment he already felt that the situation was far beyond his imagination, and his heart was cold.

Is that man the son of a royal family? Qingyun also chuckled in his heart.

Kongkong Kongkong's deliberate words are very vague, and he uses the words "sword to cut the prince" to describe it, if it refers to the sword of Qingyun Po Yuanbei, there is indeed no fault with it.

But if Master Xiongqi sees Yuan Bei's corpse later, how can he understand it?

Qingyun wanted to argue, but he had no words.

But the empty empty didn't leave him half a chance,

"Not bad! Yuan Bei, the heir of the king of Rencheng, was attacked, and the master can go to answer first, and I am here. ”

At this time, Qingyun had already realized that the emptiness was deliberately aimed at him.

said that he attacked Yuan Bei, of course, there is no refutation.

But Yuan Bei was attacked more than once today, if Master Xiongqi went to check at this time, he could only see the scene of the tragedy, and according to the empty rhetoric, the murderer could only be himself.

So Qingyun stretched out his hand to block Xiongqi, but the wind behind him was strong, and he thought that he was empty and empty.

Qingyun has seen the skills of the empty master, where does he dare to slack off at this time?

hurriedly gave up his strength, didn't even dare to turn his head, and avoided the blow first with a forward roll, and then dared to twist his body to face his opponent.

Sora didn't seem to want to really hurt Qingyun.

He waved a dead branch in his hand, and danced loudly in the mountains and forests, which was particularly terrifying.

Although the repressive effect of this move is obvious, it is obviously difficult to cause real harm.

Using tree branches as weapons, that is really the right time and place.

The surroundings are already ambiguous, and the shape of the branches blends in with the surrounding environment, making it difficult to distinguish.

Qingyun only felt that there were either trees or wind shadows around him, and he was forced to retreat again and again for a while.

Seeing that both Huo Wu and Xiongqi had escaped, Qingyun was secretly anxious in his heart, he wanted to risk fighting with the empty air in close quarters, but he was afraid of his pair of fleshy palms that were invincible.

After fighting for a while, Qingyun noticed that although the opponent's move was powerful, the slight blockade between the changes did not look like the demeanor of a top master, could it be that he temporarily grabbed a branch and was not very comfortable?

If this is the case, it is still possible to find a gap to fight back.

Since the empty empty is good at palms, why don't you try to attack the next hand?

The idea was set, Qingyun did not hesitate, he no longer dodged, the cold light in his hand skyrocketed, and he slashed at will in the air.

Although the branch is also spiritual, skillfully dodging all the swords, but the momentum is also a slender.

This kind of random chopping without moves is actually meaningless, if you don't fight back, Qingyun can only retreat,

But this time, Qingyun had obviously made up his mind, and suddenly leaned over and handed out a sword.

Feng Shui is sloppy, four yin, unbelievable.

Feng Shui is originally a sword against the trend, and the external force is too rigid, so as to seek change.

Once there was a flaw, I attacked with the four yin and changed tactics, and let the surrounding floods flood, I actually found an isolated island, which is incredible.

Qingyun just messed up his cloak for a while, just to pull out the flaws, and at this time, the counterattack was even more incredible.

Lie down directly, avoid the shadows of the trees, and the sword light is lifted to the ground, sweeping straight to the empty feet.

The other party obviously didn't expect this change, and the empty air was forced backwards by this sword, his steps were scattered, and he made a pop, and his left foot did not completely avoid Qingyun's sword blade.

And Qingyun felt even more strange at this time, although this sword hit, it didn't seem to stab the flesh and blood.

How thick is this insole under the master's feet?

Kongkong was stabbed by a sword, exclaimed, jumped upside down in embarrassment, and took advantage of Qingyun's back to the water, and when he didn't get up on the ground, he ran wildly and slipped away.

Qingyun stood up and was also full of black lines?

What's going on?

This is the guts and strength of the empty master?

Why do you always feel that something is not quite right?

Seeing that the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods were gone, Qingyun could only turn back to find the pavilion.

But when he walked all the way back, there was no one on the bank of the Bathing Girl Creek, and the corpse of Yuan Bei in front of the Silver Moon Pile was gone.

Not only the single pavilion, the high flying sparrow, the fire linen, the male rise, the empty empty, the living people I saw just now, I don't know where they went at this time.

The sky will be bright, and it is the fog when it is the thickest,

Qingyun's vision became more and more blurred, and only the morning bell in the distance was still so real.

He suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted, shouting loudly for the fourth sister.

Only the startled stupid bird was afraid to hit the treetops, which was a response to him.

When he saw that he had lost his fourth sister, he naturally rushed to call for helpers to find it, and ran out of the jungle in one breath.

Just as he was gasping for words and was about to continue running towards the temple, a gentle voice sounded from behind him,

"Sickness is caused by sorrow, sickness and disease, dry this wine?"

Qingyun's face changed greatly, and he turned around suddenly, only to see that there was still a smiling face hanging on the empty air, looking at him indifferently.

"Has Qing Xiaoqin already developed a prejudice against the poor Dao?"

"You, you! You're deliberately framing me! ”

Qingyun stretched out his hand and pointed to the empty and huge nose, and suddenly thought of something,

"Was the fourth sister captured by you?"

Qingyun rubbed his body and brightened his sword, and he was about to make a move, but the battle in the forest gave him great confidence, the so-called first seat, but Erer.

Kongkong Kongkong stretched out his right palm and pressed it down, this action was not very fast, Qingyun saw it really clearly, but he couldn't avoid it.

The sword in his hand was held down by the other party, and he couldn't move at all.

What kind of sword is "dry and severe"?

Even if the empty palm has been trained to be as strong as iron, it cannot resist the edge of the blade.

But the opponent's technique was ingenious, holding down the sword body, bending his fingers, just avoiding the blade of the sword, and the hand bit the long sword like an iron pincer, and could not break free.

"Qing Xiaoqin, you are too tired.

Since you can judge from all kinds of clues that you understand the Han dialect and have an unspeakable secret,

Xiang Biqin is also a thoughtful person, but why can't he see through the miasma in front of him?

There is no malice between the poor road and the pro, but now is not the time to go back to the temple.

Master Xiongqi has spread the news that you killed Yuan Bei.

Yuan Bei's father, Yuan Cheng, is the emperor's humerus who is currently very popular.

If he had heard the news, he would have come immediately.

Poor Dao is also willing to prove his innocence for Qing Xiaoqin, but not now, because Poor Dao also has his own difficulties.

You don't need to worry about your fourth sister, I'm afraid you're the only one you need to worry about now. ”

Qingyun listened very carefully, in fact, he did not lose his mind, he had long had doubts about some things, but he couldn't figure out many key points.

He slowly drew his sword back and asked in a cold voice,

"I don't know if I can take a look at it from the soles of the master's feet."

The empty master laughed, and the sound was like a bell ringing Buddha,

"Why bother? Since the pro has already asked so, Xiang must already have the answer. ”

"How is that possible? I was not mistaken. That man is exactly like the master. ”

"Among the people Feng Liang brought over, there is a 'Hundred Varieties Pull', who is the head of the three forbearances of Baoyi.

His transfiguration, ever-changing, foley, seamless.

I think this is the person we see. ”

"Baoyi Sannin? Sounds like an amazing character.

Since he is also Feng Liang's subordinate, Feng Liang's status in the Baoyi Army should not be low, right? ”

"Yes, the Taoist has checked the documents. Feng Liang's level is probably above Yuan Bei, at least he is also a falcon. ”

"Since he brought it, how could he watch the culprit who assassinated the noble concubine slip away?"

"That's a good question, there are people in the world who have secrets, and it's not just the poor ones.

It is inevitable that you will not have your own abacus.

Even if it is a Great Wei, the person who operates the trade, is it the strength behind the Jinshang, the old clan of Pingcheng, the Feng family, the Gao family, and the princes, or the one behind the mountain?

Hu Shiyu, Feng Liang, Baba, and Yuan Bei are all Baoyi Army, but they each protect their own righteousness.

Yuan's country, I'm afraid I'm going to be in big trouble. ”

》》》》》 time to knock on the blackboard《《《《《

We talked about linguistics earlier, and we'll talk about it again this time, because in this work, the frequency of language memes is still relatively high.

We have previously criticized the Western system of categorizing languages, but it is not without its merits. For example, this classification assumes that all languages were developed from a primitive mother tongue, from which dialects of the linguistic family languages are derived. Is there any truth to this statement? Maybe there are some. There are many words around the world, especially those that represent divinity, that are used in most languages.

For example, the word Kush is used to refer to a mountain range with divinity. The area of Nubia, where ancient Egypt originated and where humans originated as set out of the African hypothesis, is part of Kush. In the Aryan region, Kush refers to the sacred mountain, which is now the Hindu Kush Mountains. and the legends of Gu Shi and Gu Shot in ancient China (although there are changes in the pronunciation of the accent in ancient China, but their principles are homologous).

Another example is Mani/Moni/Meryen/Maya. The fundamental meaning of Maya in ancient Africa and the Americas is origin. Mani is a common name for the Egyptian pharaohs. Muni is the name of a wise man from Iran to the Great Aryan region of India. So much so that some people say that the etymology of Mo Zhai is the same. The feminine word Maryan (Mary) is Moses' sister, the Virgin, and the Lady of Mo.

Another typical example is Holy (Helan/Helu/Helian), a synonym for the divine and divine nature.

If there was a primitive language, it must have been born very long, and the social structure at that time was very simple, and human beings were full of worship of divinity, so the original words were passed down from the language from which they were derived.

Comparative linguistics is an effective method for finding linguistic affinity, but no one can answer whether this method is accurate or how effective it is to rule out coincidences. However, after the appearance of writing, the cognates recorded in writing are relatively more indicative of the kinship of the language. Why does the author say that the Sino-Tibetan language family and the Altaic language family are actually very close, and should be studied at the same time for the general category of East Asian languages? It is because there is a large number of documented coincidences between these two languages, not only in the divine words such as heaven, earth, and mountain, but also in the level of people and kings.

Some of them have already been mentioned above, such as the support of Li, Qilian and the derivation of the word Chengjisi (this work leads to Jisi). There is also the association between Shan Yu/阏氏 and the earthly branch (卯, Yang Qi pushes all things up, so it is called Shan Yan).

In history, the earliest appearance of the species in the written record is Shan Yu - Tou Man Shan Yu, called the Shan Yu clan. And in the Central Plains, the princes of the Spring and Autumn Period, the remnants of the merchants, there was a monarch Song Jinggong in the Song Kingdom, and his name was Song Gongtouman, also known as Dou Luan, Song Gong Luan. It shows that the word Touman is a common word in ancient Chinese, and it is common in the Central Plains and outside the Guan. Touman is a phonetic (reflecting the pronunciation of Middle Chinese), and Douluan and Dou Lu should be from the ideogram, referring to the leather feet before the appearance of stirrups.

Our ancient sacred mountain names are more than the west, such as Kunlun, Qilian, Helan, Kongtong, Dakui, Gusha, Yanqi, Kuanrong, Chengdu Zaitian...... These mountain names were named before the appearance of writing, and have been recorded in ancient remnants, and are living fossils of the languages of Greater East Asia. When these mountain names appeared, the Chinese language was out of the embryonic period, not to mention the Xiongnu, Xianbei, Turkic, and some of them had not yet formed a clan. Say that the names of these western sacred mountains come from the Xiongnu Yu or Xianbei language? That's all wrong. The names of these mountains are derived from a proto-East Asian ancient language, which is very close to the ancient Chinese kinship.

Therefore, using comparative linguistics to analyze, the languages of Greater East Asia are also homologous. The mother clan of Yin Shang came out of the north, and the Yellow Emperor tribe came to the west of Kunlun, and this way was originally a process of language circulation, birth and reproduction. The foothills of the Altai Mountains are just the scenery on the migration road of the ancient Chinese people. Since languages were entangled at the birth of the language, why are they separated into two language families? The key reason for the gradual distancing of these two language families is that the Huaxia script appeared significantly earlier than the rest of Greater East Asia, and the rule of Chinese word cutting later completely changed the linguistic temperament, forming a large linguistic branch that is completely different from the Altaic languages today.