In the battle of the deer, the inland human race of Chendu represented by Xuanyuan fought for several years with the four-pole barbarians represented by Chiyou, but finally won the victory.

The generous and benevolent Xuanyuan defeated the Siyi barbarians and did not commit slaughter. Instead, according to the suggestion of the Queen of the Wind, these barbarian tribes were completely dispersed and sent to the four continents.

In the words of the wind queen, this is called subtly eliminating the racial consciousness of the four barbarians, and even more so making them return to the royal Taoism.

Since then, the human race has completed the real unification, and it has shocked the four seas and unified the eight wildernesses and six rivers. In the entire land of China, all those who have human lands are under the jurisdiction of Chendu.

Xuanyuan, who fulfilled the oath of the year, led the army of Chen Du to return to Chen Capital.

Thirty years have passed without incident. Over the years, Xuanyuan has devoted himself to the construction of the ethnic group.

The Terrans are unified inside and outside, but there are still many things that need to be done, such as what currency and measurement...... The most important thing is that there is no writing! Many of the things he wants to leave to future generations, in addition to word of mouth, are written in the Great Dao Runes.

Sadly, except for the cultivators and the patriarchs and elders of the various tribes, the rest of the Terrans don't know anything at all.

If you want to leave a legacy, this problem of writing must be solved, and it must be solved!

Xuanyuan, who was in an irritable mood, was still in the mood to deal with the affairs of the clan! Fortunately, the internal peace of the human race was very calm now, and occasional small frictions would soon subside.

Walking in Chendu, Xuanyuan was very careful to explore the living conditions of the clansmen.

The noisy Chen capital is full of people. The old people chatted in the sun. Men barter, women in sewing clothes, and children chasing and laughing...... The smiling faces full of sincerity seemed to wipe out the irritability in Xuanyuan's heart.

Suddenly, just as Xuanyuan was about to walk to the gate of Chen Ducheng, he was attracted by a middle-aged man dressed in sloppy clothes.

The man's face was full of scruffy beard, and his neck-length hair was messy, apparently untrimmed for many days. Even the wide animal skin wrapped around his body was in tatters, and the whole person was depressed to the extreme.

Xuanyuan walked a few steps and vaguely heard the man's mouth muttering: "The sun rises in the east." Look at its shape as a circle. And the scorching sun scorched, naturally, naturally...... No, no......"

Xuanyuan felt strange in his heart. Look down. But I saw that the ground at the man's feet was full of strange symbols. Some are like the moon in the sky, some are like mountains and wild grasses, and some are like wild beasts and birds.

It's noon. A young boy with a yellow cancan wheat cake in his arms ran over, handed the wheat cake in his arms to the man, and said in a milky voice: "Uncle, my father said that you have been here for five days, but the grains have not entered. Tell me to bring you some wheat cakes to eat!"

The man raised his head in confusion, looked at the four-year-old baby in front of him, grinned, and said, "Baby, Uncle is not hungry!

The child shook his head and said, "My father said, although he doesn't know what you do here, but he knows that you are a great virtuous person." So, you might as well take it!"

As he spoke, the boy threw the wheat cake in his hand to the man, and then ran away.

The man whispered with emotion: "I can make words for such a human race, I will die without regrets!"

Xuanyuan, who had been quietly watching from the side of the man, was shocked, but he didn't expect that there would be such a talented person in this world, and the matter of making words for the human race was unexpectedly within five days, and the particles did not enter, and the water did not get wet. is such a wasteful person who forgets to sleep and eat, and is indeed a great virtuous person!

As soon as he thought of this, Xuanyuan bowed to this man and said, "Mr. Dade, it is really the nature of my human race!"

As if he had just seen Xuanyuan at this moment, the man's eyes flashed, and he first tidied up the tattered animal skin a little, and then leaned over and saluted: "The human race Cangjie has seen the human emperor bixia, bixia Sheng'an!"

Xuanyuan hurriedly held Cangjie with both hands and said, "Sir, you don't need to be more than a mile! To be honest, I have been worrying about inheritance these days, but the matter of making words is too important, but I don't have a clue at all!"

Cangjie combed up his long hair, casually put the small wooden stick he had just used to write and draw into his hair, and said: "Bixia, Cangjie has been pondering for many years, although he has occasional inspiration, but he has only created a few numbers, and the rest, I'm afraid it will take some time!"

When Xuanyuan saw Cangjie's exposed face, he always felt a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember seeing it there.

Shaking his head helplessly, Xuanyuan settled down and said, "Sir, Xuanyuan wants to invite you to discuss the matter of making characters in the hall, I don't know if it is possible?"

Cangjie bowed slightly, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his bearded face: "I don't dare to ask for it!"

In this way, Cangjie followed Xuanyuan and returned to the main hall located in the middle of the holy land.

However, Xuanyuan didn't notice that Cangjie's hands were very vague, shooting a golden light at the child who had just given him wheat cakes.

Many years later, when this baby ascended to heaven, he had forgotten this sloppy demented uncle, but he would never forget the word-making saint who had made great contributions to the human race, Cangjie!

The coast of the East China Sea, the ancestral land of the human race.

At this moment, there were seven men and women sitting on the small cliff, and they were the eight ancestors of the human race.

"Big brother, it seems that Emperor Shi's kid has arrived!" Youchao shook his head and looked at the turbulent sea in the distance, very excited.

"Hmm!" Suiren nodded and said, "Now among the eight senior brothers and sisters, I, Youchao, Ziyi, and Taowen have all been given a chance. When Emperor Shi succeeds in breaking the shackles this time, I believe that my human race will have another qualitative leap!"

"Big brother, it seems that I want to congratulate Brother Shi Huang!" Zhongjing and the others also echoed, but although they were happy, there was still a trace of regret in their eyes.

When a few people saw this, there was no other way. After all, when the opportunity comes, it will naturally be clear, and it is useless to be anxious.

At the same time, Li Qingming, who had just returned to Penglai Island, was moved, and immediately knew that Emperor Shi had met an opportunity, and had already assumed the name Cangjie and went to the holy land of the human race, Chen Du, to start studying and making characters.

"I'm really born to work hard!" Li Qingming shook his head with a wry smile, and with a flick of one hand, a round water mirror suddenly appeared in the sky.

The water mirror shows that it is in the side hall of the main hall of Chen Du. Cangjie, who was still sloppy and sloppy, was standing on the gossip heavenly plate and bent over to smear. I saw that there was a cyan light floating in the sky three feet above his head, and there were mysterious runes circulating and flying in it, and the power of the rich stars fell straight down, and the wisdom of the light shone straight into the sky.

"You're in a hurry!" Li Qingming knew that Cangjie was a little anxious for quick success, and wanted to use the power of the stars to speed up the pace of word creation?

Don't you know that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, and vain to attract the power of the stars is just to speed up the loss of the true yuan in your body.

Li Qingming took out a golden brocade from the storage space, but it was a rubbings of the demon text written by himself when Kunpeng made the demon text. This thing is too precious, if it weren't for Li Qingming, who is the master of Kunpeng, I don't think he would take out this rubbing.

"Go!" Li Qingming shook his hand and shook it towards the land of China, and the golden Jinpa flew straight to Chen Du, and said to himself: "Enlightenment or not, it all depends on your creation!"

Cangjie was frowning and thinking, when he suddenly heard the sound of hunting in the sky. When I looked up, I saw a golden glow in the light of the stars overhead.

Cangjie, who felt strange in his heart, took this brocade handkerchief in his hand, but saw that this thing was not silky, but thinner than hair.

After opening it, the word "Demon Text" on the frontispiece flew directly into Cangjie's mind like twinkling stars.

Cangjie's whole body shook violently, and he looked down in shock, but saw that there were countless mystical patterns in Jinpa, one by one, the size of a fly's head, densely packed, and there were three thousand!

Cangjie knew that this was a demon text created by the Kunpeng Demon Master, and thought that Kunpeng intended to help him, so he bowed deeply to the Xiaobei Netherworld to show his gratitude to Kunpeng.

Then Cangjie picked up the Jinpa and quietly contemplated, as if the heart of the blessed soul was there, and his mind suddenly opened up. Many of the incomprehensible points are easy to solve, that is, its Taoism is also soaring, I am afraid that when the strength has arrived, it can step into the quasi-holy realm in one fell swoop.

In the days that followed, Cangjie's inspiration appeared frequently, so he began to study the changes of heaven and earth, looking up at the trend of the star garden, looking down on the spirit of the turtle and birds, the mountains and rivers, and creating the shape of the text.

And so it went on for about ten years.

On this day, Cangjie, who had been studying writing in his residence all year round, suddenly ran out of his residence with his hair messy.

He looked up to the sky arrogantly in the courtyard, and said loudly: "Now that my human race finally has a written inheritance, thank God! haha, thank God!"

Speaking of this, Cangjie's body gushed out of the thick jade halal yuan, raised his hand to take off the wooden hairpin inserted in his hair, Cangjie rose into the air, looked up to the sky and said: "I am the ancestor of the emperor, and I have made thousands of words for the law of inheritance!

He held a wooden hairpin in his hand, and the rising jade halal yuan on his body was surging, and he had the momentum of swallowing heaven and earth.

"Heaven, Earth, and Sun......"

The giant characters exuding a quaint atmosphere suddenly soared into the air, and their images instantly spread throughout the entire land of China. But the mortal race, all have clear hearts and golden eyes, and these words are deeply imprinted in their minds.

"Boom!"

When a zuihou word was printed into the sky, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color. Dark clouds spread above the immeasurable sky, thousands of electric snakes and thunder pythons surged, and the terrifying power of heaven and earth descended violently.

"Boom!"

An arm-thick bolt of lightning fell, striking directly at Shi Huang. Shi Huang's face did not change, and he leaned out the wooden hairpin and lightly clicked it.

"Poof!"

A flash of golden light flashed on the wooden hairpin, extinguishing the thunder and lightning in an instant.

"Boom!"

The dark clouds seemed to be angered by Emperor Shi, and the aura of heaven and earth was violently rolled, endless electric light, and thousands of thunderbolts, completely submerging the heavens and the earth, this was no longer a single thunderbolt, but turned into a sea of thunder, a sea of thunder and lightning. (To be continued......)