In front of the gate of the North Sea Demon Master Palace, Yunxiao finally got what she wanted, and Kunpeng Ancestor's experience and perception when he created the demon text made her overjoyed.

Kunpeng was actually much happier than Yunxiao in his heart, and this time he had calculated the cause and effect between him and Hongyun, and from then on he could once again leap with the sea and the sky was high for the birds to fly.

Both sides have gained, naturally they are all happy, Yunxiao thanked Kunpeng and then said goodbye and prepared to leave, Kunpeng is not a hospitable person, and they parted ways without keeping the two.

After Yunxiao left, he didn't stop, and ran all the way towards the land of the human race, and after a delay of more than a month on the way, he finally came to his destination, Chencang.

In the past month, Yunxiao has made her familiar with the whole process and understanding of the demon master Kunpeng's character creation through the jade slip, which has promoted her own realm and increased her heritage.

After coming to Chen Cang, she followed the instructions of her master Yang Yi to find a person named Cangjie.

Originally, Yunxiao thought that she would have to look for a while, but after a little inquiry here, she easily found Cangjie's residence.

It turns out that Cangjie was born different from ordinary people, with a wide forehead, double eyes, and was very smart when he was young, but maybe because he was too smart, his thoughts were very different from ordinary people.

He always felt that the sacred scripts inherited in the clan were complicated, and it was difficult for ordinary people to learn them, and the knotted records were too cumbersome and easy to be lost and damaged, so he always wanted to find a way to make it more convenient for the human race to remember and pass them on.

A person's groping is always progressing very slowly, Cangjie from youth to youth, from youth to middle age, at this time he has entered old age, or has not made any progress, obsessed with doing a thing every day, people will become persistent, and in the long run, they will look crazy in the eyes of ordinary people.

Therefore, Cangjie is also very "famous" in Chen Cang, and Yunxiao found him as soon as he asked someone.

At this time, he lived in the relatively marginal area of Chencang, living alone, except for hunting to ensure his own food and clothing, the rest of the time was spent researching and creating words.

Yunxiao had been observing him for a while, knowing that he was conscious and not really crazy, and that the goal of life was clear, and he couldn't help but feel the strong perseverance of this person.

Because even if it is a cultivator, there are very few people who can be like him, and in his life of only a hundred years, he has been working hard for the Tao in his heart for decades.

But Yunxiao still wanted to ask Cangjie in person, and ask him if he regretted insisting on making words.

So Yunxiao changed into a white-haired old man and walked to his house, saw Cangjie writing and painting on the ground, smiled, and then asked:

"Brother, what are you doing here, what do the patterns on the ground mean?"

Cangjie, who was concentrating on painting, was startled by the sudden appearance of the voice, and after seeing clearly that it was an old man like him, he breathed a sigh of relief, bowed and said:

"Big brother is polite, you are not a native of Chencang, right? ”

"Indeed, I am sorry to disturb you when I have traveled far and wide and have seen the door of your house wide open, and you have been drawing something on the ground, and I have come in with a moment of curiosity. Yunxiao said after returning the salute.

"Big brother is really polite, I'm a mountain villager, why bother. To be honest, I haven't been here for decades. Cangjie said with a smile, not like he hadn't communicated with anyone for a long time.

"Oh, why is that? The land of Chen Cang is the residence of the co-lord Xuanyuan, everyone is kind, how could such a thing happen!" Yunxiao asked deliberately.

"Hehe, the people here are very good, but I'm not easy to get along with, and I've been doing something all these years, and I need a quiet environment, and everyone else knows about it, so they don't come to me. Cangjie said nonchalantly.

"I see, what my brother has been doing, it takes so long, can you tell me, the old man will see if he is busy hiding. ”

"Thank you Big Brother, there is nothing that cannot be said about this matter, everyone knows the land of Chencang, I want to create a kind of writing, a script that belongs to the human race, so that the culture of the human race can be passed on from generation to generation. Cangjie said with a serious face.

"How difficult it is to make words, how great it is that the two co-masters of our human race, Fuxi and Shennong, have never done such a thing, why do you have to do this, brother!" Yunxiao looked surprised.

"The two co-masters are very talented, and they have made great contributions to our human race, Cangjie is really difficult to compare, but he has a specialization in the art industry, and no one can do much in the field he is not good at.

Jiejie is interested in this, and has been studying the creation of characters for decades, although the progress is not much, but the harvest is still there.

In addition, someone always needs to do this, and the human race can only develop better if it has its own writing. Cangjie said.

"So you're willing to live here alone, studying things that you might not be able to accomplish in your lifetime, just to pave the way for future Terrans?" asked Yunxiao aloud.

Cangjie smiled silently, didn't say anything, just continued to pick up the branch and write and draw on the ground.

Yunxiao looked at him and smiled with satisfaction, and then she no longer hid her figure, and the white-haired old man slowly turned into the appearance of a young girl, which was very moving.

Cangjie naturally noticed Yunxiao's situation, he was surprised, but he was not afraid, he just stopped what he was doing, and after saluting again, he asked:

"Why did the fairy come to my land of the human race, is it just to see me, a bad old man?"

"Cangjie, you are very good, the Dao heart is firm, you have the spirit of sacrifice and dedication, there is a method of creating words here in the poor Dao, I wonder if you are willing to worship my disciples to practice this method?" Yunxiao asked with a smile.

"The fairy is serious, there is really a way to create words, if so. The master is above, please accept the disciple's worship. When Cangjie heard the news, he was overjoyed and bowed down without hesitation.

I don't know if it's true or not, but there is no loss for Cangjie, so he has nothing to hesitate about. Yunxiao calmly accepted Cangjie's salute, made him stand up, and then said:

"Cangjie, since you have entered the poor Dao Sect, as a teacher, I will inform you of my identity. As a teacher, he is the third disciple of the Xiaoyao Venerable of Xiaoyao Island in the East China Sea, Yunxiao, you remember clearly!"

"I actually became a disciple of the Holy Master!" Cangjie said in surprise.

"Well, you are a disciple of Xiaoyao Island for three generations, and you can come and go as you like from now on. Also, for the sake of teaching, from today onwards, I will officially teach you the method of creating words. ”

"Very good master, please pass this method on to your apprentice quickly. When Cangjie heard it, he could immediately hear how to create words, and he was as happy as a child.

"Stabilize your mind, what I want to pass on to you now is all the experience and understanding of the demon clan's demon master Kunpeng Ancestor when he created the demon text.

With your ingenuity, you will soon be able to create a script belonging to the human race, which is of great merit, so sit down and listen to the teacher's lecture. After Yunxiao finished speaking, he began to explain the contents of the jade slip given by Kunpeng Ancestor.

This lecture is seventy-seven and forty-nine days, Cangjie listened to what Yunxiao said, and inspiration poured into his mind every moment.

What he had summarized over the years began to slowly merge with his newfound knowledge, and a new kind of writing began to brew in his mind, about to burst out like a seed planted in the ground.

After Yunxiao finished speaking, he said out loud to Cangjie, who was constantly flashing with spiritual light in his eyes:

"Apprentice, the method of making words has been taught to you, the following things are up to you, I believe that it will not be long before you can make great contributions to the human race, so that the human race will be passed on from generation to generation. ”

"Yes, master. The disciple will definitely live up to the teachings of the master, and will definitely create the human script. Cangjie said firmly.

"Very good, you can arrange the rest of the things yourself, and wait for the day when you create the text. ”

"The disciple is now thinking a lot, but he always feels that he is still missing the last thing, so he plans to go around and take the nature of heaven and earth as his teacher to complete this last step. Cangjie said.

"In that case, go out and have a look."

So Cangjie said goodbye to the clouds and traveled all the way south, and one day a month later, he saw the "sheep and horseshoe prints" on the ground and was inspired again.

After that, he thought about it day and night, observed everywhere, looked at the distribution of the stars in the sky, the appearance of the veins of the mountains and rivers on the earth, the traces of birds, beasts, insects and fish, and the shapes of plants and trees.

In this way, more than a month after Cangjie left Master Yunxiao, he finally completed the depiction of the Chinese characters of the heart and created the script of the three thousand Terran people.

The font is formed, the way of heaven is immediately felt, Cangjie holds the pen to write the words made by himself to the sky, determine its meaning, and the sky begins to gather into a large area of merit golden clouds, and when Cangjie 3,000 words are written, the merit also falls.

After the merit fell, it was divided into three, and one fell on Yunxiao's body, so that she naturally cut out the good corpse and became a quasi-saint;

Yicheng fell on top of the three thousand characters, so that it formed a treasure gown draped over Cangjie's body;

In the end, all eighty percent was absorbed by Cangjie, and his momentum increased, and his cultivation slowly reached the realm of the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and then he couldn't rise at all.

But there are still a lot of merits, which are collected by Cangjie in the back of his head, forming a golden wheel of merit, which can be attacked and defended, and it is very powerful.

Such an amazing atmosphere naturally alarmed many people. The Six Saints were surprised by Yang Yi's methods, and in a silent manner, there was actually another quasi-saint under the gate of Xiaoyao Island, and there was not a single one under the four sects!

The co-owner Xuanyuan was very happy about this, the human race has its own writing, so the culture and spirit of the human race can be passed on for a long time, and the human race also has the background to become the overlord of the flood wilderness.

The disciples of the four sects looked at each other one by one, and when they were still arguing in the Xuanyuan camp over which force would fight first, the disciples of Xiaoyao Island had already found another way to become a quasi-saint ahead of them, and a sense of frustration suddenly grew in their hearts.

The people of Runaway Island are a bit of a bully.