Chapter 13: The Enlightenment of Xuantian (I)
After a long time, Fu Xi came to his senses, looked at the cute human race at the foot of the mountain, and the ripples in his heart could not be calmed down for a long time, it seemed that the little sister had created an amazing existence.
The human race was born and did not understand what danger was, and when someone saw a long thing in the mountains and forests, he wanted to stretch out his hand and pull it, but a giant python came out......
For today's Terrans, survival is the first thing they should learn.
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Jiang Mu looked at the human race at the foot of the mountain, and felt the luck that quickly began to condense since the birth of the human race.
To be called a great clan in the wilderness, you must also have a venerable person in charge.
And the human race doesn't even have a qi practitioner, a cultivator.
The obsession body now has a name, and the name is wood.
Cutting wood into a spear got the name wood.
At the same time, this wooden spear is also to attract merit from heaven and turn it into a merit spiritual treasure out of thin air.
This is the luck of the Terrans.
It's not that the human race can rise by virtue of the clock of heaven and earth, the human race is born with an innate Dao body, and it is a descendant of Nuwa.
Whether it is heel qualification or understanding, it is far more than ninety percent of the desolate creatures.
There will be a lot to be done in the future.
Heaven and earth bless its luck, which is the icing on the cake.
"When will Fuxi Daoist turn into a heavenly heart and prove Daluo?" Jiang Mu turned his head to Fu Xi and said.
When Fu Xi heard this, he shook his head with a wry smile, how could Da Luo be such a good witness.
Jiang Mu, Hongjun, Luo Hu, Nuwa, Fuxi.
In fact, there is not much difference in the cultivation speed of the five people, usually Jiang Mu is one step ahead, and then within ten thousand years, the other four people will definitely be able to keep up.
If you want to talk about such a thing as qualifications and feet, Jiang Mu is actually the worst one among the five, and the other four are all innate qi incarnations.
"Almost, about a thousand years later, I will be able to turn mortal hearts into heavenly hearts. ”
Jiang Mu said with a smile, and Shen Silent secretly put down a chess piece on the chessboard.
"Huh?" Fu Xi looked at the chessboard, it seemed that something was wrong, how could I lose?
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"Brother Mu, there is a big snake entrenched in the mouth of the valley, and the people can't go out to find food, how should this be?" said a woman.
Women are very beautiful, after all, they are created by the gods, and they conform to the law of beauty.
The wooden hand held a spear rippling with golden streamers, and groaned slightly.
"Gather the people in the clan who have spiritual treasures, and kill the big snake with me"
Nowadays, the human race has a lot of merit and spiritual treasures.
For example, the first spear was the first weapon of killing of the human race.
The first garment, made of animal skins, was the first garment of the human race.
This garment was made by the woman beside her, and the woman was named Tieyi.
And so on, and the first stone shield and so on.
There are a total of seven meritorious spiritual treasures.
This is a terrifying number, after all, the merit spirit treasure is something comparable to the innate spirit treasure.
In the Flood Wilderness, if you can have seven innate spirit treasures, you must be the Great Flood Clan, which belongs to the existence above the second sequence.
Seven human clans with spiritual treasures went to the mouth of the valley with Mu and easily killed the big snake.
This big snake is just a big snake that has been on the path of cultivation for less than a hundred years, and it is not an unfathomable existence.
Facing seven people with merit and spiritual treasures, it is not an opponent.
Different from the innate spirit treasure, it may be the reason why the Heavenly Dao knows that the human race has no cultivators and cannot use the spirit treasure.
As long as you come into contact with this merit spiritual treasure, you will be able to control a certain amount of heaven and earth power, make wind and thunder, or mobilize water and fire.
"Maybe we have to promote the practice of cultivation among the human race. Mu pondered in his heart.
He didn't inherit any exercises from the Buddha-figures, so he had to create his own practice if he wanted to practice it.
After that, now that the human race has no writing, can they make words themselves?
Without words, even if there are exercises, the clansmen will not be able to understand them.
It's not just that the human race doesn't have a written language, even in the entire wilderness, no ethnic group has its own written language.
The great clans of the Flood Desolation are all recorded in runes, and in a rune, a picture can be condensed.
You can make a wave of words yourself!
After making up his mind, Mu began his journey of making words.
Word making is not that simple.
The first way to make words was to paint.
When Mu drew a fish, he asked the people around him, what did he draw?
If you can recognize it, you can continue to simplify it.
It is simplified to the point that it cannot be simplified, and if it is simplified, the people will not recognize it as a fish.
At this time, the fish word was made.
In this way, it is a very slow process to draw one word at a time, and then abstract and simplify it for the people to recognize.
It's about a month to be able to produce a word.
At first, the people did not understand the meaning of wooden characters.
After Mu explained the meaning of the characters to the people, the people began to support the creation of characters.
The content of the explanation is nothing more than words that can carry the soul of a clan, and other lofty words, so that the clansmen are not aware of it.
At first, there were still clansmen who helped Mu every day, but as time went by, Mu was the only one left.
After all, the Terrans still have to go out in search of food.
Today's Terrans are just mortals, they need to eat, drink, be born, old, sick and die, and the lifespan of the Terrans today is about one hundred and twenty years.
At the beginning of the wooden calligraphy, he was a young man in his twenties, and this time it was more than 30 years.
is now in his fifties, and today's human race is already a new generation, and there are few friends of the same generation as Mu.
After all, they are all mortals, and in this world where the power of mythology is common, death can come at any time.
The human race knows that there is a stone tablet at the foot of the mountain, and there are more than 300 words on the stone tablet, and there is a bad old man making words next to it.
Time passed day by day, and the words on the stele became more and more day by day, three hundred and sixty-three words, three hundred and sixty-four words, until the wood carved three hundred and sixty-five words on the stone stele, which became the number of days of the week.
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At the top of Shouyang Mountain, Jiang Mu suddenly raised his eyes staring at Fu Xi in anticipation.
"Fuxi Daoyou, my way is complete. ”
Just when Fu Xi was puzzled, the color of the world changed in an instant.
"Today, the Mu clan of our people, made words to the whole way, a total of 365 words, the number of Zhou Tian, when passed on for thousands of generations, remember the changes of the flood and famine. ”
"This is, the sky ......"
Big golden characters appeared on the sky, and the divine brilliance was immense, which moved the gods of the desolation.
"Is this the human race created by Nuwa Niangniang?"
That vast luck must be visible to the naked eye.
Since today, the Flood Desolation Terran has a writing that other races have never had, and the Terran has also laid down what it has that the Flood Desolation Race does not have.
As Jiang Mu said, this text is the existence that carries the spirit of the ancestors.
It is something that will be engraved in the depths of the blood.
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