Fish, meat, drumming, laughter, laughter.

Men step on passionate dance steps and dance primitive dances, and women sing loudly, high and loud under the night sky.

There are the Xiong clan and the Zhurong clan, abandoning their previous suspicions, drinking and laughing, and celebrating the arrival of the heavy rain.

But the most solemn ceremony is still prayer.

The patriarch Shaodian was dressed in the most exquisite clothes, kneeling on one knee, and his wife was wearing an embroidered hemp skirt, with a long skirt spread out, like a night flower blooming towards the Tianhe, towards the altar, Ying Ying bowed.

"Thank God for the rain and keep our clan continuing!"

"Thank God for the rain and keep our clan continuing!"

......

Over and over again, even if there is no response, bow down religiously.

Finally, after the prayer was over, everyone got up, and Shaodian hurriedly picked up the attached treasure, she was pregnant.

"It's okay!"

Fu Bao smiled softly and touched his still flat lower abdomen: "This child has brought happiness, not only mine, but also the entire clan." ”

Shaodian smiled.

After the celebration, the treasure was to take a walk, and the husband and wife walked and walked to the hill where the battle was fighting.

It has been raining for many days, and you can see crystal raindrops falling in the distance, and thousands of flowers are blooming in the wilderness.

The rustling sound was endless, and a gust of wind swept the fragrance of flowers and flew over the sea of grass, and then turned into a swirling flower and rose to the sky.

However, witnessing this beautiful scene, the joy on Shaodian's face was put away and became heavy: "These flowers are all cultivated by the lives of our warriors......"

The powerful power of the Terran warriors is undoubtedly the best nutrient for flowers and vegetation, but any battlefield with serious fighting will form a sea of flowers or forests, and the beasts are even more exaggerated, and after death, they can even change the landform to form hills or deep valleys.

When Shaodian discovered this law and saw this kind of beauty, he couldn't be happy anymore.

Because no one knows how many Terran warriors are buried under this flowery brocade.

Fubao stretched out his hands and hugged Shaodian.

"It's fine. ”

Shaodian squeezed out a smile: "Thank you to the gods, rain falls, as long as there is a water source, the tribes will be peaceful." ”

Fu Bao was silent for a moment and asked, "But if there is another big drought in the future, will you fight again?"

Shaodian's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't answer.

"There's something I didn't tell you!"

Fu Bao's eyes flickered, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind: "In my dream last night, I met a person who told me that what we should believe in is not the gods, but the way of heaven that does not discriminate. ”

Shaodian was puzzled: "Heavenly Dao?"

Fu Bao said: "Mountains, rivers and rocks, grass, trees, insects and fish, all have their own laws, this is the way of heaven, and the whole world is like this, as powerful as the gods, they are also restricted, and they cannot define all things. ”

Shaodian pondered the language: "Sounds amazing!"

Since Fu Bao said it, he simply became bold: "That person said that every race has its own right to live, and no one should deprive other races of their continuity, and no one should rely on other races to survive. ”

Shaodian smiled bitterly: "I also hope that, but in order to survive, we also need to fish and eat meat, those weak beasts are hunted by us, and the powerful beasts torture and kill us......"

Fu Bao said: "So we should believe in the way of heaven, maybe it will tell us, why does it rain? If we want it to rain, is there any other way than to ask the gods for help?"

Shaodian was silent.

The stars twinkled in the night sky, a breeze blew up the placket of the clothes, and the treasure stroked the lower abdomen, and his face revealed a holy light: "I hope that our children, the descendants of our clan, can not live in fear and confusion......"

Shaodian, who originally thought it was ridiculous, shook his heartstrings inexplicably, gave birth to an idea, and said: "In this case, let's give our child a name first!"

Possession snuggled into his arms: "What is it called?"

Shaodian said slowly: "This place is called Xuanyuan Hill, I hope that the turning point of our clan will start from here, and it will be called Xuanyuan!"

......

......

On top of the sacred tree, Xi Yao held her chin and watched Gu Cheng hold the dustless sword in his hand, slowly sliding in the air.

His movements are extremely slow and slow, as if he is portraying a symbol, revealing an indescribable charm.

But every time the symbol reaches the end of the last stroke, there will always be stagnation, and finally it will start all over again.

Gu Cheng repeated it over and over again, not in a hurry or impatient, and Xi Yao also watched quietly, not feeling bored at all.

I don't know how long it took, the tip of the dustless sword trembled, and it turned like a cloud, and finally put down the pen.

Yes, it's a pen.

Because what Gu Cheng created was words.

The first text between heaven and earth.

"The word is 'spirit.'" ”

Gu Cheng put away the sword, and joy appeared between his eyebrows.

Now not to mention the human race and the beast race, even the god race has no words.

The human race is not cared for, the orcs are low in intelligence, and the gods are not needed.

They have no teachers for a lot of knowledge, they don't need to learn at all, they don't care about words.

But again, this is also what limits the acquired growth of the Protoss.

When the Protoss was born, what kind of strength was it, even if it was thousands of years old, it was still that kind of strength.

Gu Cheng paid more attention to the improvement of the day after tomorrow, and with the help of the Heavenly Dao, he began to create words.

This spiritual word, naturally different from the writing of the later generations of the human race, the lines are complex, as if all-encompassing, but the real enlightenment, there is a kind of artistic conception of simplification, the sword qi has gone through every stroke, all absorb the eight directions of the spiritual rhyme, containing infinite mystery.

With this foundation, Gu Cheng moved the tip of his sword again, and according to the unique conditions of the innate souls, he wrote down the words wind, thunder, water, fire, and earth in one go.

The five characters rotated around the spirit word, making it fuller and more three-dimensional, and Xi Yao's eyes lit up prettyly: "It's so interesting!"

Gu Cheng smiled and said, "I'll teach you, you have to study hard!"

Xi Yao nodded vigorously: "Hmm!"

The house, which had been built for a long time and was almost reduced to furnishings, finally came in handy.

Gu Cheng made a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and became a teacher.

As the first and only apprentice, Xi Yao is very serious and serious, with a dignified pink cheek and a light jade wrist.

But this kind of text contains the power of the Great Dao, and no matter how intelligent the Protoss is, it is inevitable that there will be spring worms and autumn snakes, and a mess of graffiti.

Seeing that Xi Yao was suspicious of God, Gu Cheng took her wrist and taught her stroke by stroke.

The blue bird flew in the sky, there were white clouds floating, lightly winding around the pen tube, spreading on the paper, and the petals of strange flowers also came to join in the fun, sticking to Xi Yao's temples and shoulders, and falling on the inkstone paper.

The paper is as bright as snow, the inkstone is swarthy, dotted among them, gorgeous and beautiful, Xi Yao learns happily every day, and her progress is getting faster and faster day by day.

Peaceful time passed slowly, when Gu Cheng finally created nearly a thousand words, including all things in heaven and earth, but the four words "heaven", "earth", "man" and "god" were always lacking in the throat of fire, Xi Yao also learned more than 100 words.

On this day, he was contemplating the last four words, and the sacred tree shook suddenly.

Gu Cheng's complexion changed, and he flashed out of the house, and saw that the remnant sun was like blood, and the sun that was setting in the west in the distance became extremely bright red.

Under its illumination, the luster of Tianhe is also colorful and unpredictable, and the whole world seems to be mourning.

"The Three Emperors Shenyin Shennong is dead?"

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