In the Qingyang house, Gongliang worked hard to write down the Dongtu characters and meanings taught by the old Confucians.

Mi Gu sat on the edge of the poop, lying on a table with a brush, writing and drawing.

Every few times she wrote, she raised her head and twisted her buttocks, as if there was a nail piercing her underneath, and then turned her head to look at Baba and found that Baba was still doing something, so she picked up the brush and lay on the table to write and draw. Just after a few moments, the guy reverted to his old ways, twisted his ass and looked around, and there was no moment of peace.

Next to her, Yuan Bil also holds a brush to write.

Its characters are not like those of rice grains, like snakes crawling, crooked, and messy.

At a cursory glance, there was a gentle and delicate air rushing to the face.

If you look closely, the words it writes are like flowing water, extremely smooth, and like a phoenix flying like a phoenix, the spirit is very good. Looking at its serious and serious writing, I don't know that the person who writes with a pen thinks that the person who writes is a gentle and lovely lady, and I won't believe that it is a stupid and cute big-headed panda when killed.

"Well, I'm finally done, I've almost been exhausted to death for this mess. ”

After Gongliang finished writing the last word, he threw the pen and rested directly on the pavilion pillar.

"Hey, if you had spent that effort on selling meatballs, wouldn't you have done it a long time ago, why wait until now?" said the old Confucian beside him.

"Master, you have students to support you, but you don't have those fellows to be honored. I want to feed my family, don't sell meatballs, what do I feed these guys. Don't look at rice grains, this thing has a big appetite, and that foolish thing, it's just a rice bucket, if I don't make some money, how can I live?"

Gongliang and the old Confucian are familiar with each other, and there is no master-apprentice relationship involved, so he speaks a lot more casually.

The old Confucian waved his hand and said, "Don't listen to your noise, show the old man the dictionary you copied against the Great Wilderness and the Eastern Soil." ”

Gongliang handed over a thick dictionary on the table.

He thought about the dictionary name a lot, and only used it until the end, and it sounded more pleasant to the ear.

In the earliest days, he always wrote the words and meanings taught by his master on the animal skin, but the animal skin was too thick, and it didn't take long to accumulate a thick pile.

As a last resort, he had to find paper, cut it into long pieces of paper sixty centimeters long and forty centimeters wide, thread it into a giant book with string, and copy it again with a homemade quill dipped in ink.

It involves some words on animals, plants or objects, and he will also draw graphics. So much so that after copying, there are twice as many words as before.

Fortunately, he only explained the meaning of the words in a superficial way, and if it was as detailed as the dictionary of his previous life, it is estimated that he would not be able to reach that level in a hundred years.

When Mi Gu saw Baba stop to rest, he immediately threw down the brush and flew over to rub it around Baba by the neck.

Gongliang would not be deceived by her flattering appearance, so he hugged her in front of him and asked, "Have you written the words that Dad taught you?"

"I've written them all. Miya nodded vigorously.

"Go get it and take a look. ”

Miya immediately flew over and took the words he had written.

As soon as Gongliang saw the words she wrote, he suddenly felt extremely congested. This word is like being put on the road, being crushed by a car, and being tortured by the wind, sun and rain. But seeing that the guy could still finish writing, Gongliang had to encourage him with a clear conscience, "Our rice valley is awesome, and I have finished writing all the words taught by my father." ”

"Uh-huh," Miya nodded proudly.

She's the fastest at writing, but it's not like it's rolling, slow, and she hasn't finished writing yet.

"Gongliang, I'm done writing too. ”

Just thinking about it, the round roll immediately appeared.

This guy ran over with the words he had written, put them in front of Gongliang, and screamed for him to read.

Gongliang took down the paper full of words written in front of him and looked at it, this is like a word! Looking at the words written by Mi Gu, it can be described as 'miserable'. It seems that she can't let this guy write anymore in the future, anyway, she already knows, so it's okay not to write.

Most of the words recorded in the dictionary of the Great Wilderness and Dongtu are used to solve the waste, and I really can't find the waste to remember, so Gongliang will replace it with the previous life, anyway, this thing is what he is looking at, don't care so much.

The old Confucian flipped through it, although there were some in it, but it was only some, and he could still understand it.

"Not bad. ”

The old Confucian affirmed the hard work of Gongliang for a while, and said: "Although some words and sentences in the dictionary are incomprehensible and the meaning of the words is unclear, it is better to understand them, especially the use of these symbols, which is really better than today's Zhu pen sentences. ”

"It's just a matter of writing casually, and you don't have to be too demanding. If it weren't for the fear that I would go to Dongtu, see that I didn't understand the words, and no one asked, I wouldn't have worked so hard to write this dictionary. Now it's okay, all the Dongtu characters are in it, which can be described as 'one in hand, I have the world, and I don't ask for anyone from now on.' ’”

Gongliang patted the dictionary of the Great Wilderness and Dongtu that he had done, and said arrogantly.

"Hahahaha"

The old Confucian laughed.

After a while, he said: "Friends think too much, what you record in this dictionary is just a word that has been circulated in my eastern land for a long time and is more common among countries." If you want to understand all the words of Dongtu with this dictionary, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream. ”

"What?" Gongliang was stunned.

The old Confucian touched the white whisker under his chin and said: "In the eastern soil, there are many countries, among which the most widely spread and the most popular is the word in the dictionary, also known as 'Feiyun Seal', you see if the font is as elegant as Feiyun." ”

Gongliang took a look, and sure enough, it was so.

"In addition to the Feiyun Seal, there are ancient seals, golden seals, big seals, and seals in the eastern soil. Between the countries, there are also different seal characters, such as the Great Yu Kingdom has the 'Yu Seal', the Great Xia has the 'Xia Seal', and the Great Qin is called the 'Qin Seal', which is divided into the jade seal due to different types, the iron wire seal, the Miao seal and so on. ”

Gongliang didn't expect that there were so many seals, and his head was about to be dizzy.

The old Confucian took a sip of tea, and said: This is only the word of my eastern land, other places and various ethnic groups also have their own words, such as the Western Fan, the sea tribe, the land aquarium water, the demon clan, etc., and there are also some spirit beasts that also have their own words, such as the dragon seal of the true dragon clan, the phoenix seal of the true phoenix clan, as well as the insect seal, and the bird of the poultry family. In fact, the so-called words are nothing more than a bridge created by spiritual things to facilitate communication with each other, and it is not difficult to do it with the heart. However, the most mysterious word in heaven and earth is the immortal seal. ”

"Immortal Seal, what is it?" Gongliang said strangely.

"God is the word created by the innate gods in ancient times. The gods are born from heaven and earth, but the children of heaven and earth, the words created are all words with meaning, often a word is a sentence and a chapter, unpredictable, and endless. Although the immortal seal is not as good as the gods created by the innate gods, it is not much worse, and it is difficult for mortals to understand it. ”

Gongliang didn't expect that there were so many words in this world, and he was dumbfounded for a while, and only asked half-loudly: "How many words do you know, Master?"

The old Confucian glanced at him and flipped his slap, which had a tsundere taste.

Gongliang swallowed his saliva and said in disbelief: "Master, you don't know ten kinds of words yourself, do you?"

The old Confucian touched the white beard under his chin and said, "I like these things, and I know a few more things." ”

This old man is really a good man. Gongliang couldn't help asking, "Then I don't know what the master knows?"

"Wild and the seven kinds of eastern soil seals are proficient, and the immortal seals are slightly understood. ”

"Aren't you the immortal seal mysterious, how come you have also studied?" Gongliang said in surprise.

The old Confucian man smiled: "It is precisely because of the mystery that we have to study." You still don't understand, the kind of words that point directly to the origin of the Great Dao, looking at it makes people feel like an initiation, like being in the middle of heaven and earth, fluttering like a fairy, very wonderful. ”

Gongliang didn't expect the master to be so knowledgeable, thought about it, and suddenly had an idea, so he said: "Master, otherwise, you can also write out the immortal seal and let the son make it, and then you can use it to teach the students and children, so as not to put it on the shelf and break the inheritance in the future." ”

"This"

When the old Confucian heard Gongliang's suggestion, he pondered for a while.

(To be continued)r