The illness came like a mountain, and the illness went like a thread, and the old priest fell ill again.

Yang Sanyang's eyes were full of helplessness, you said that you can stay well when you are old, but you want to do things, always thinking that you are shouldering the heavy responsibility of the race, will the world not turn without you?

Drinking fish soup, Yang Sanyang's eyes swept over the vast snow, and the clear sun shone on the endless earth, bringing a trace of warmth.

On weekdays, Yang Sanyang has nothing to do, except for rubbing hemp, he is weaving clothes.

A day passed, and night fell, Yang Sanyang supported the burning old priest on his body, poured the decoction in his hand for the other party, and then sighed, turned around and walked into his house.

A dreamless night, the primitive life, although monotonous, is not without fun.

When he woke up in the morning, Yang Sanyang finished washing up indoors, walked out of the house carelessly, and then was stunned. Looking at the empty piece on the old sacrificial bed, Yang Sanyang was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but have an ominous premonition.

Walking quickly to the bed, the animal skin in the bed was cold, and there was no warmth in it, which showed that the old priest had been gone for a long time.

Scanning the entire stone cave, a group of primitive people are still lazily sleeping, not everyone has such an abundant spirit as Yang Sanyang, walking all over the stone cave, but still do not see the figure of the old sacrifice, Yang Sanyang finally changed color, not to mention the biting cold wind, along the traces of yesterday, a path straight to the altar of the god of fire.

The old priest knelt there, holding a scepter in his hand, his forehead touching the ground, and his body motionless.

Yang Sanyang stepped forward quickly, grabbed the old priest's arm, and the place where he started was like a cold iron stone, and he didn't see half a minute of temperature. Yang Sanyang's heart trembled, and he slowly stretched out his hand and trembled to the old priest's nose, and after a long time, he stretched out his hand and stuffed it into the old priest's chest.

In the end, holding the pulse of the old priest again, Yang Sanyang squatted there in a daze, silent for a long time.

No one knows what he's thinking!

He's dead!

The old priest is dead!

And it's been dead for a long time!

He couldn't tell what it was like to feel at this point.

The five flavors are miscellaneous, difficult to speak, and the heart seems to be stuffed with an iron stone, making it difficult to speak.

"If you don't become sacred, you will be an ant after all, and there will be a day when you will not be able to escape the cycle of life and death!" Yang Sanyang was moved by the obsession of the old sacrifice, but more of a fear of death.

He has never been a person who can face life and death calmly, especially when he saw the cold body of the old priest, a panic rose in his heart:

"One day in the future, will I die of illness like today, or will I disappear from this world one day in the future?"

I come gently, as I walk gently, I wave my sleeves without taking away a single cloud.

"Impossible! Impossible! Who am I Yang Sanyang, I am destined to leave my name in this world, I am destined to live forever, how could I be like an old priest, just like this, I quietly left......" Yang Sanyang's body retreated, and then sat down on the ground, he couldn't feel the coldness of the soil, but at this time, his head was full of rumbling sounds, like rolling thunder and a blank.

In the past five years, there has never been a dead man in the tribe, and those older primitive people in the tribe have become bait for the beasts, and before they have time to die, they have become the feast of the beasts, and they have quietly died in the wild.

This is the first old man to die in front of his eyes! The high priest of the tribe has a transcendent status, and is tasked with communicating with the gods, and of course is different from the ordinary old ape-man.

However, he still couldn't resist birth, old age, sickness and death, couldn't let go of the obsession in his heart, and turned into a statue in the midst of illness and cold.

He had an unprecedented fear of death, an unprecedented fear.

It's as if there's an endless dark abyss that keeps approaching you, trying to devour you.

If you don't become a god, you will die, Yah, and the female leader will die.

Yang Sanyang was silent, he didn't know how he returned to the cave that day, he only remembered that there was a noise in his ears, and in a trance, a group of people lifted him up and carried him back to the cave.

Or Ye found that Yang Sanyang was gone, and then followed the trail to find Yang Sanyang's body.

Slowly opening his eyes, Yang Sanyang took the fish soup handed by Ye, drank it into his stomach in small sips, and his eyes were filled with Dao divine light: "I will never admit defeat! I must not die like this, I must become a god, I must live forever! Not only do I want to live forever, but the female leader and Ye must also live with me." ”

Yang Sanyang's eyes gradually regained their clarity, but since that day, he has become more lively, cherishes every day more, and loves life and this world more. Even the Cretaceous Period, which he used to hate very much, has become a different scenery in his eyes, and he no longer feels dull.

Yang Sanyang was laughing, but the time he slept in the dark was getting shorter and shorter, and the time he spent rubbing hemp was getting longer and longer. He wants to use every day, and he will never leave any regrets on his body, and waste his time in vain.

There is a great horror between life and death, and when he sees a person he is familiar with dying for the first time, the terrifying impact makes people's hearts indescribable.

Ye was lying on the soft couch, looking at the figure under the lamp with sleepy eyes, Yang Sanyang slept later and later, and sat under the lamp all day long rubbing the hemp batch.

Ye didn't understand why Yang Sanyang didn't like to sleep, but went to rub hemp all day long.

Countless hemp loquat rubbed well, the price was that Yang Sanyang's hands gave birth to layers of calluses, he carefully knitted hemp rope, according to the procedures and skills in his memory, silently knitting linen clothes.

Never waste an inch of your life.

"Even if I die one day, I have to leave something for this world......" Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows, and there was a little divine light in his eyes: "Although all primitive people can't read and speak, I can teach them." ”

Yang Sanyang picked up his shovel and carved a large space on the wall of the stone cave and carved the 3,000 Chinese characters of the Han family.

As for hieroglyphs?

He really didn't have that kind of leisure, and he couldn't create pictographs.

The 3,000 square Chinese characters were carved on the stone cave, and they did not provoke any visions of heaven and earth, let alone any merit.

"In the legend, Cangjie's words were shocked, the ghosts and gods cried, and there were immeasurable merits......" Yang Sanyang was a little unbalanced in his heart.

But then I think about it, words only opened up humane civilization, and did not contribute to the way of heaven. It's just that it has increased the number of humane gases.

Three thousand fonts, square and square, Yang Sanyang looked at the huge stone wall with a pair of eyes, pondered for a while, stretched out his fingers, and left marks on the stone wall.

Aboci's Efo Song, and Coke Moyin, I broke the old Ster...... a、b、c、d、e、f、g、h、y、j、k、l、m、n......。

Compared with the complicated 3,000 Chinese characters, or 24 letters are more simple, half a month is enough for everyone to remember pinyin, as long as they mark pinyin on the 3,000 Chinese characters, they often lead everyone to recite Chinese characters in daily life, and explain the meaning of Chinese characters to everyone when they speak.

Since that day, Yang Sanyang has had another task, weaving sackcloth while guiding everyone to read pinyin.

Abbots' Efo songs, and cola mossa......

When he was impatient with the preparation of Mai, he went to the stone wall to mark pinyin, and in this cold and lonely chalky era, Yang Sanyang finally found a little meaning of life.

However, Yang Sanyang thought too beautifully, and the facts gave him a heavy blow.

Pinyin is not so easy to read.

It's like a cat, it's impossible to learn how to bark as a dog.

"A~" Yang Sanyang said.

"Whew~" The primitives howled.

Yang Sanyang was silent, his forehead was full of black lines, and he recited the sentence "Ah~" again.

"Whew~"

“b~”

"Whew~"

......

Bang!

Yang Sanyang threw down the shovel in his hand and turned around to weave Mai, leaving behind a group of primitive people with innocent faces, looking at each other at a loss, like children who had done something wrong.

Teaching this group of primitive people, just like the parents of later generations educating bear children, have the heart to kill.

No matter how Yang Sanyang teaches, these guys just can't pronounce the correct tone, they are still like that'whoo~', hating Yang Sanyang's teeth itching, obviously very simple pinyin, why can't everyone shout?

"A !!" Yang Sanyang stared at a group of primitive people, the tone of his words began to change, and his voice was full of murderous energy.

"Whew~"

Yang Sanyang vomited three liters of blood.

“a~”

At this moment, a familiar tone came, although it was not standard, but in the countless 'whoop~', it was particularly eye-catching.

Yang Sanyang turned his head suddenly, and he saw yes, this smart primitive man was pronouncing 'a~', and a pair of eyes like grapes were staring at Yang Sanyang.

Yang Sanyang's face was ecstatic, and in an instant, there was a feeling of old tears, and he suddenly stepped forward and hugged Ye, with indescribable relief.

The hometown sounds! indescribably cordial.

As for the group of primitive people, looking at their absent-minded appearance, Yang Sanyang knew that these guys had long been annoyed.

"Dial~"

Yang Sanyang pointed to the second letter and looked at Ye expectantly, but unfortunately Ye could not learn it anymore.

"Something is wrong~" Yang Sanyang picked up the hemp batch, continued to weave the hemp clothes, and swept over a group of primitive people, his eyes were full of contemplation, pinyin is such a simple thing, everyone has no idea and can't come out.

If it is possible to say that everyone can't remember it, but if it is said that they can't pronounce it according to their own pronunciation, it is a bit unbelievable.

"Unless...... These primitive humans have not yet evolved, and their speech function has not been stimulated for a long time...... "He suddenly thought of the children of the later generations living with the wild men, and missed the age of opening the language, so that they could no longer speak, and missed the opportunity to speak.

Could it be that the reason is here?

ps: Chapter 27 was crabbed, everyone wants to see pirated versions.