The ancestral land of the human race.

Cangjie seemed to have lost his soul, and even others called him no response. He murmured over and over again, "looked like" and "drawn" and walked slowly towards his own direction.

And the old man who suddenly appeared was naturally Zhen Yuanzi.

He calculated his fingers and knew the name of the person in front of him, and he secretly said the will of heaven. Then he went forward to ask, just to wake up Cangjie from behind.

Seeing that Cangjie had reacted to what he said and seemed to have an understanding, he moved his body and left the ancestral land of the human race.

If you are asked again, it will be a troublesome thing, so you can simply leave.

Cangjie's subsequent question also confirmed this.

Seeing Cangjie walking into his house as if he was lost in his heart, Zhen Yuanzi returned to Wanshou Mountain to "travel and enjoy the mountains and rivers".

This time, going down the mountain and awakening Cangjie was just a convenient way for Zhen Yuanzi.

If Cangjie created early characters, it would be excellent for the human race to continue to grow and grow.

And if you think it is biased, it will not be harmful to Zhenyuanzi.

Cangjie would not know that the old man was the holy father he worshiped every day, nor would he know that the creation of the word was just a convenient way for him.

Cangjie was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking at dozens of thick ropes and thin ropes covered with dense knots by the bed, thinking hard.

After a long time, the sun sets and the moon rises.

Cangjie was still in the daytime posture, looking at dozens of ropes, and was stunned.

"Looks like..."

“…You can see it at a glance…”

During the day, the old man's words circled in Cangjie's mind.

The knots in front of you seem to have lost their original meaning. After watching them for a long time, the knots are still knots.

"So the knot can't be remembered!"

Cangjie suddenly stretched out his hand and swept away all the knots, then he wanted to get up and turn around.

But after sitting cross-legged for a day, Cangjie's cultivation level was not high and his blood was not smooth. At this time, he suddenly stood up, blood suddenly flowed in, and his legs suddenly felt sore and numb.

Cangjie screamed and fell to the ground, covered in dust.

"Phhhh."

Cangjie used his hands to support his body and sprayed the dust from his mouth. At this time, his legs were still extremely sour and had to turn over and sit down.

He sighed and subconsciously looked at the place where he had fallen.

When Cangjie saw this, he couldn't open his eyes for a long time.

His eyes were slightly wide open, and he stared at the handprint on the ground - the handprint he had previously supported himself with his right hand and left on the dust.

After a while, Cangjie slowly raised his right hand, looked at it, and then looked at the handprints on the ground.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and slowly covered the ground, pressed it down hard until he used too much force and his arms trembled slightly before he slowly raised his hand.

I saw another handprint appearing on the ground, which was more obvious this time, more like his palm, and even the patterns on it could be seen.

"As like a painting..."

"You can see it at a glance..."

Cangjie's mind was once again seen what the old man said, and this time, he felt that he had found it.

Thinking of this, Cangjie immediately turned over and looked at the two handprints on the ground.

Then he pulled back and forth with his hands in front of him, and soon gathered the dust in front of him together, and then gently slapped the palm of his hand.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his index finger, and carefully slid on the dust.

With the image of the cow in my memory, he outlined it bit by bit on the dust. Soon, the shape of a cow appeared on the ground.

Cangjie was very surprised at first, then frowned and thought to himself: If you paint like this, it would be too troublesome.

Then I looked at the "earth cow" on the ground carefully. After a while, I picked up a pinch of dust in my hand and sprinkled it on it to remove some unnecessary lines.

After dozens of breaths of painting, a simplified "ox" appeared on the ground.

At this time, it looked like a cow, and when it was drawn, it was much faster than before.

Cangjie was extremely excited when he looked at this special symbol.

Later, he thought about the appearance of other beasts, and according to this method, he drew on the ground, and then practiced and simplified his painting method.

Cangjie was painting at the beginning, but suddenly thought: What if it was something without real objects?

Thinking of this, the movements in his hands gradually filled up.

It took him a long time to draw on the ground again, but at this moment what he was thinking about was "me", which was meaningful but without shape, and it was quite troublesome to draw.

If you feel something is wrong, wipe it all and do it again. After repeating it dozens of times, you will be slightly satisfied with the symbols drawn.

The difficulty of creating characters is no less than that of human cultivation and becoming an immortal.

Cangjie thought hard for a day and a night, but at this time he was extremely thirsty and hungry, and there was no food to eat around him, so he went to the table to serve a bowl of water and drank it.

He drank very quickly, and many drips fell on the ground. When he put down the stone bowl, he also found the watermark on the ground, and was stunned again.

He had previously thought that the dust was extremely troublesome to use, and it was blown away by accident. If he was outside the house, he might not be able to find the dust.

Immediately, another bowl of water was placed on the ground, and squatted down beside me. I dipped some water with my fingers, paused, and then began to draw on the ground according to the words I had thought before.

After a while, the few words I had thought about appeared on the ground, and it was clearer than what was written on the dust.

However, soon he realized that water was not good, and the water on the ground would eventually dry out, and when it disappeared, its shape would no longer exist.

Cangjie looked at the mud stained on his fingers and thought: What if wet soil was used

...

Cangjie gradually improved the words he created and the methods of writing.

A month passed in a blink of an eye.

During this month, Cangjie devoted himself to making characters except for the necessary food, drink and rest. Now, he finally created characters he used in daily life and used wet soil to shape them.

He reported the matter to the patriarch that day.

When the clan leader learned about this, he hurriedly called Cangjie and was also very surprised to see the cows that Cangjie drew on the ground with water.

Then he followed Cangjie to his house and saw the "character" in Cangjie's mouth. The clan leader was shocked and ecstatic, and even shouted "Cangjie created characters, and the human race should prosper."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, and countless merit powers fell from the nine heavens to Mount Wanshou.

When the human race saw it, they even bowed to the ground and said in unison: "The Holy Father appears!"

On Wanshou Mountain, Zhen Yuanzi obtained these countless merit powers and knew that Cangjie had created characters.

What surprised him was that with the merits of creating words, a strange fragment exuded a great atmosphere.

Judging from its arc and cracks, it looks like the remains of a spherical treasure, which should be one percent of the size of the body.

The merits from heaven and fragments of magic weapons have never happened.

If you talk about magic weapons from heaven, there are not none. Even when he first came to the prehistoric world and gained infinite luck and broke through the Daluo Golden Immortal, red flowers from heaven were nourished to nourish the ninth grade three flowers.
Chapter completed!