Time has passed, from the inception of writing to its widespread circulation, and it has been a thousand years in an instant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Azure Jade World, the tribe's area of activity has spread to a radius of hundreds of miles, and the temple with four pillars has been transformed into a temple of six stone houses.

Because the innermost house of the temple enshrines two huge bluestones, this temple is also called the bluestone temple, the gods enshrined are called bluestone gods, the grassland where they live is called bluestone grasslands, and the tribes on the grasslands are also called bluestone tribes - no way, they are all a group of real people, and the names are so stiff that people panic.

What makes Ah Heng a little relieved is that stupid people may not always lack wisdom. For example, the woman who lost the stone knife - the first generation of the Chosen One - after discovering that she could not read bluestone patterns with her own intelligence, she took advantage of the awe of the people to find a few clever guys, hunted during the day, and lit a bonfire at night to do research.

Exhaustion soon drained the enthusiasm of these wise men, who complained that it was difficult to feel the oracle on the bluestone on a devil-ridden night, and hoped that the chosen ones would allow them more time to rest.

Ah Heng, who knows the details, can't help but sigh, reading people are really not things, even these fools know how to cheat and cheat. In addition, this incident also proves that it is indeed a costly thing to engage in writing work. Even in the highly developed human empire of civilization, if the family of bitter cold can produce a great reader, it will be a model in the world, and half of the people can be literate to be called the peak of the empire's literary style!

So, inspired by the first generation of God's chosen ones, the tribesmen tightened their food and clothing to support the only two or three "scholars" in the tribe. Of course, these "scholars" in animal skins still inevitably had to carry stones out hunting, but their work was not as heavy and dangerous as in the past.

Thousands of years later, these part-time writers have become the holy teachers of the Bluestone School Palace-the so-called Bluestone School Palace, which was originally a few thatched huts next to the temple, but this is the source of a civilization.

With the development of tribal territories and the spread of writing, there are more and more intelligent people. There are more and more scholars in the palace who receive offerings, they hold tortoise shells and animal bones to learn the wisdom of their predecessors, and occasionally receive letters from afar, these letters are engraved on wooden boards, a small part is from distant relatives to find someone to write on their behalf, most of them are collected from all over the experience of the people.

Scholars will process and organize this rough information into chapters to form a neat and beautiful chapter. Of course, the so-called grace is just wishful thinking on the part of the Buraku. In Ah Heng's opinion, even if they are vulgar and uncivilized, Guo Wu and the like are a hundred times better than them.

When the experience of life has been passed on because of the emergence of writing, the length of life is no longer a shackle to the transmission of knowledge. In Ah Heng's view, the first great achievement was pottery, and the tribesmen made the first non-natural utensils by the high temperature of charcoal and the stickiness of clay.

Of course, the Qingshi Academy, which has the power to speak across generations, rather shamelessly attributes the first piece of pottery to the guidance of the gods, and selects the most exquisite pottery to dedicate to the great bluestone god.

Ah Heng had already moved into the rudimentary temple in a grand manner, and he found that although the bluestone world did not have a sense of hunger, the consumption of spiritual power was quite huge. And in the temple, the speed of his spiritual power recovery far exceeded that outside the temple.

What's more, as long as Ah Heng is in the temple, his spiritual power can be spread out to a range of hundreds of miles. As long as it is an area where tribal people are active. He is an omniscient, omniscient deity – and he is ready to establish spiritual resonance with the devout Buraku.

However, this kind of spiritual resonance of the group greatly consumed Ah Heng's spiritual power, and he couldn't take care of every detail all the time. Ah Heng was worried that he would miss some important things that might reveal the exit of the secret realm of the ancient temple.

Ah Heng had to use the magic stick technique again, and used a piece of bluestone to instruct: The entire tribe must go to the temple to pray for divination and listen to the oracle for all major matters.

This rule was permanently placed in the most conspicuous position of the temple by the scholars of the Bluestone Academy--the consolidation of divine power, and the people who benefited the most from them were those closest to the gods.

After doing these things, Ah Heng became more and more sleepy, and he had to take a nap. When he woke up again, he found that his spiritual power had spread thousands of miles away, and the "Chosen One" of this generation had changed their unfamiliar faces. Through the other party's mental fluctuations, Ah Heng vaguely told that the other party should still be a little girl with a bare ass before he took a nap. However, looking at it now, his face is blue and black wrinkled, and he is fifty or sixty years old, to say the least.

In a poor tribe, being able to live to be fifty or sixty years old is already considered an extremely long life, which is probably the only reason why she can become the leader of the tribe.

Ah Heng was very helpless, the time in this green jade world was really speechless. He just took a nap, and fifty or sixty years passed in the blink of an eye. And in these fifty or sixty years, those stupid guys have not bothered themselves.

Could it be that they have tasted so strong that they don't need themselves? Ah Heng was slightly disappointed, and then smiled dumbly at this loss, he really regarded himself as the patron deity of the Qingshi tribe!

Suddenly, Ah Heng was attracted by a violent mental turmoil, and he saw groups of tribal warriors carrying spears and spears, riding tame wild horses, dragging messy things, driving hundreds of captives, and walking towards the temple.

Ah Heng's spirits perked up, this was the first time he had seen a war in the Qingyu world, and it was a war between tribes. This shows that his tribe is not the only existence in this world, and there are other tribesmen living in places where his spiritual power cannot reach.

The captives were in miserable conditions, with tattered hides and unclothed animals. They staggered to the temple and were kicked to the ground by the rude Bluestone warriors.

Then, the Chosen One of this generation, the majestic old woman, performed a grand ceremony that even Ah Heng could not understand. After the ceremony, the sturdy tribal warrior swung his stone axe and slashed at the captive's head, but the heavy blunt object failed to cut off the head, but smashed it to pieces. Young and old, all of them!

After completing the bloody ritual, the people of the Bluestone tribe happily praised the greatness of the bluestone god while distributing the loot by the corpses scattered all over the ground.

Ah Heng suddenly became angry, and even more extremely sad, when did these kind and stupid tribesmen become a group of devils? You know, even in the continent where wars are frequent, this kind of bloody killing of prisoners of war rarely happens.

And these bastards were blatantly sent to the temple and cut them to him without shame, no, they should have cut them to the gods they believed in, well, it was actually the same, but Ah Heng felt that it might not be the same reason.

Ah Heng knew that he was not their god, he was just using this group of fools to help him get out. Either way, it seems that he has done something bad with good intentions again! It seems that words have not been able to bring true civilization, and after the Bluestone tribe became powerful because of the inheritance of knowledge, these tribesmen became more barbaric and brutal.

These bastards must be punished severely!, Heng thought through gritted teeth.