Chapter 247 Cangjie created the characters

Unfortunately, after so many years, there are only a few people left in the innate human race, and that person is one of them.

You should know that it is a miracle that a creature with no cultivation can survive in the prehistoric world for tens of thousands of years.

And that man's name is Cangjie!

In Li Ke's memory, this is the existence of a human saint!

Because, in the legend of the human race in later generations, Cangjie was the creator of the characters!

As for why Li Ke was able to discover Cangjie, it was very simple.

No matter who sits cross-legged for hundreds of years, it is difficult for others to pay attention to it.

Or, when other human races are working for survival, how can the only alien not be discovered?

"Saint Master? Why are you staring at Cangjie?"

"I'm looking at the hope of the human race!"

"The Hope of the Human Race?"

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As an ordinary human race, Cangjie is used to too much life and death.

It was like yesterday that all the old men in the tribe left.

According to the clan members, all their souls will always protect the human race in the Fire Cloud Cave.

But Cangjie knew that this was just wishful thinking of the tribe members.

Cangjie is now 26,000 years old!

The partners who were born together at that time are now one ten or more.

Three of them are the three leaders of the human race.

Cangjie was very envious of the power of the three Suiren clans.

But perhaps it was because of the accident that Nuwa Madame Nuwa was creating herself, which led to her inability to practice.

By the way, Nuwa cannot be mentioned in the human race now.

Cangjie didn't know the reason.

Because of the inability to practice, Cangjie has been living under the protection of his tribe for the past 20,000 years, which makes Cangjie feel uncomfortable, but this taste makes Cangjie want to do something for the human race.

After all, all the companions have become human leaders, so I can’t leave too much!

At the beginning, Cangjie did not know that he should do something for the human race, but when the demon race attacked hundreds of years ago, Cangjie unexpectedly got a scroll of the demon race.

I heard that it is something that the demon clan uses to remember, it seems to be called a demon text. It is something close to the great way and can help the demon clan imprint knowledge into his bloodline and pass it on to the next generation.

Cangjie envied the things for a long time. As one of the longest-lived people in the human race, Cangjie watched the human race develop step by step.

From the beginning, Nuwa created humans, then attacked monsters, migrated human race, and the previous great disaster of human race, and the dragon race visited not long ago.

But Cangjie, who watched these with his own eyes, knew that the human race recorded these events entirely and relied on the stone wall to depict them.

However, those stone walls are often damaged for various reasons, which makes it impossible for the human race to know what their ancestors have experienced.

In other words, if this lasts for a long time, one day, the human race may completely forget the glory of the ancestors!

Cangjie understood that such a thing was undoubtedly extremely terrifying for a race!

However, Cangjie had no choice but to do so.

So, Cangjie sat cross-legged on the bluestone for hundreds of years, trying to come up with something that could be recorded by the race.

"What are you thinking about? Kuraku?"

Looking at Cangjie, who was covered in fur and covered in fluff, Li Ke's heart trembled slightly.

You know, in the past, Cangjie always looked polite.

Now it has become disheveled and covered in stench, but the eyes are still clear and pure.

"Saint Master, I'm wondering whether the human race can have its own humanities."

"Oh? Why did you think of this?"

Li Ke looked at Cangjie in surprise.

Faced with Li Ke's inquiry, Cangjie grabbed the back of his head honestly.

Seeing this, Li Ke gently brushed his hand, and a ball of water flowed from top to bottom, cleaning Cangjie's whole body, and the scattered hair also automatically woven into a long tail.

In this way, Cangjie was completely renewed.

"Thank you, the Holy Master, I just saw that the demon clan has its own demonic text and has been engraved with bloodlines to pass on it. I wondered if the human clan could do this too."

Li Ke was silent. According to legend, Cangjie did not create oracle bone inscriptions until the Fuxi period, thus allowing the human spirit to be inherited.

From this point of view, Cangjie must have been thinking about it for thousands of years!

He is really worthy of being a human literary saint!

Li Ke was filled with emotion.

Looking at Cangjie's innocent eyes, Li Ke decided to help him.

"Your idea is pretty good, so do you have a clue?"

Cangjie shook his head and looked helpless, "No, I just couldn't figure out what form should humanities exist."

"Since that's the case, why don't you create humanities in the image of all things? Look, the sun in the sky."

Use the image of all things as humanities?

Cangjie stared at the sun straight, not caring at all whether his eyes could bear it.

Li Ke had no choice but to light a light to nurture Cangjie's body, and then turned around and left.

The appearance of human characters still depends on Cangjie himself, and what Li Ke can do is probably to withstand that wave of heavenly disaster.

After Li Ke left, Cangjie watched the sun for several days. On that day, a trace of inspiration flashed through Cangjie's mind and he jumped up excitedly.

"Saint Master! I thought of it!"

Seeing that Li Ke disappeared at some point, Cangjie sighed a little, pointed at the sun and shouted loudly, "This is the sun that represents the sun!"

"In this case, this is 'mountain', this is 'fire', this is 'water'!"

Cangjie squatted on the ground, pointing to something, and then he cuts marks in the soil on the ground with his fingers.

These words represent people, gods, immortals, Buddhas, and chaos.

Cangjie kept scratching and pulling, his fingers dripping blood, but he seemed to have not seen it.

In this way, Cangjie drew 2,999 patterns on the ground.

And the last one is "Tao".

As long as the word "Tao" is engraved, the human language can be declared born! From then on, it will serve as an important support for the human inheritance.

However, when the character "Tao" was drawn, Cangjie obviously felt a strong resistance appeared in the soil, as if this character was not allowed to be born.

But Cangjie naturally didn't want his efforts to be ruined in vain, so he gritted his teeth and insisted on finishing the word "Tao".

"Boom~"

Flashes of thunder came from outside the formation, which made Li Ke, who was hiding in the interlayer of the void, feel relieved.

He forgot that the formation set up with the cultivation level of the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian could not be broken even if the heavenly way was for a moment.

Just as Cangjie had just drawn the last mark, three thousand words floated out of the ground, as if they were engraved in the void at the same time, the meaning and writing of each word sounded in the minds of all humans.

"Cangjie? You can be the saint of literature of our human race!"

In the Fire Cloud Cave, the Third Ancestor smiled, and since the human race inheritance was worry-free!

But Cangjie was not so relaxed.

Looking at the thunder that sounded like a thunder that seemed to be coming down at any time, Cangjie knew in his heart that each word represented a great way.

This is not allowed by the way of heaven, so if you deliberately reduce the thunder tribulation, the way of heaven will recognize the existence of humanities. If you can't overcome it, everything will be stopped.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!