Honghuang: Rebirth of Lingzhu, I am the leader of the West

Cangjie, who was considered a little monster by his tribe and viewed with a different eye, fell into the eyes of Mo Yan as a talented person.

He seems to be just an ordinary human child, but he is actually lucky enough to have the appearance of a dragon god. There are four pupils deep in his eyes, which is the appearance of double pupils.

It's just that it's difficult for mortals to recognize it with their naked eyes.

Mo Yan did not alarm Cang Jie, but transformed into a white-haired old man with a wrinkled face, wearing linen clothes and a peaceful temperament. He sat quietly next to Cang Jie and watched him quietly.

Until Cangjie came back to his senses and saw an old man next to him, he was shocked. Then he saluted solemnly. At such a young age, he had already seen etiquette and extraordinary things.

"The young boy Cangjie met the elders."

The old man smiled kindly and said

"Your picture is very interesting."

When Cangjie heard this, he immediately became excited.

The whole tribe was laughing at him.

Suddenly someone recognized him. Cangjie was so excited that his face flushed with excitement, and he had a great impression of Mo Yan.

The old man and the young man talked with each other, and they were very happy.

Mo Yan He was not in a hurry to accept Cangjie as his disciple, but stayed with Cangjie for decades, witnessing his sketching and writing. From time to time, he would give him some advice, and take him to the peaks around 870 of the human tribe to see the mountains and rivers, and guide him. Looking up at the winding movement of Kuixing, looking down at the texture of the turtle's back, the claw marks of birds and beasts, the shapes of mountains and rivers, and the fingerprints of his palms, he created words based on the shapes of things.

Sometimes he taught him the literary practice method created by his flash of inspiration, and opened up his literary skills. , gathering the literary palace and tempering the literary heart.

After decades of accumulation, Cangjie's literary spirit has become more and more intense, his wisdom has greatly increased, many words have been born and formed on his fingertips, and his strength has also increased day by day.

At the same time, Mo Yan and Cangjie's relationship became deeper and deeper. In the latter's eyes, the former was a wise man of the human race. He seemed to say little, but every time he put the finishing touches on things, he could see the light from the clouds. It was like an enlightenment, a sudden enlightenment, and he had benefited a lot.

Decades later, Cangjie had already learned a lot. Entering middle age, he is a little less impetuous and a little more stable, but he is still a weirdo in the tribe, and even Mo Yan has become an old monster. During this period, innate spiritual energy and acquired spiritual energy are mixed.

Although the life span of the human race is not as good as the previous one Epochs are long-lived, but lifespan is not short in this period, with the average lifespan reaching two hundred years.

After Cangjie was nearly two hundred years old, hundreds of years of accumulation finally broke out, and he created the three characters thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty (bdcc).

On the day when the words were written, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Black clouds pressed down on the city, the sky was low, lightning snakes danced, and thunder surged. It was like a catastrophe that destroyed the sun, which was particularly terrifying.

This was a test of heaven, a catastrophe of Cangjie's enlightenment, and the birth of human writing. Tribulation.

Faced with such a terrible thunder tribulation, Cangjie's expression did not change.

After slightly nodding to Moyan, he stepped on a mysterious writing under his feet, soared into the air, and stood under the thunderclouds.

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Boom!

Surrounded by thirty thousand words.

Cangjie rushed towards Thunder with a mysterious writing on his head.

There are seventy-two levels of thunder calamity.

Every time he passed through the ninth level, Cangjie's aura became more powerful.

Words and thunder kept colliding. Some words persisted, while others shattered.

Some words shine brightly under the nourishment of thunder, while some words turn into ashes under the roar of thunder.

The mysterious barrier composed of 30,000 words was broken and reorganized under the bombardment of thunder. The number was decreasing, the words were solidifying, power was bursting out, the avenue was flourishing, and luck was gathering.

When the thunder dissipated, only three thousand three hundred and thirty-three words were left, which was exactly the number of heaven and earth.

The next moment, Cangjie spoke in a deep voice, sounding like a loud bell.

"The way of heaven is above and the way of earth is below. I am Cangjie of the human race. Now I feel that humanity is not enough, so I created human writing, inherit the civilization of the human race, spread the practice of literature, and hope that heaven and earth will learn from it."

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the sun and the moon are wild……"

When Cangjie finished preaching the Three Thousand Words of Humanity, heaven and earth responded and roared endlessly. Humanity and literary destiny were born, and the fate of the human race increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, exploding hundreds of times in an instant.

Heaven and earth even sent down merit, and the merit was divided into three parts.

Part of it fell on Mo Yan and was integrated into the golden wheel of merit behind him; part of it fell on three thousand words, and the golden words immediately formed a classic.

This is the origin of human civilization.

It is another continuation of the fire of human civilization.

It is the most precious treasure of the human race.

The last part of the merit fell on Cangjie. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Cangjie has been practicing the literary method for nearly two hundred years. After three thousand words were formed, the human race's literary method was truly born, leading directly to the true immortal.

He also rose from mortal life to immortality and became the first literary and Taoist immortal in the world.

After receiving the blessing of merit and virtue, Cangjie's cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds. He saw the road ahead to the literary path more clearly and understood more clearly and thoroughly. He broke through several realms in a row, and was promoted from a true immortal to a golden immortal, from reaching to Taiyi, until he touched Daluo stopped at the threshold, and in one fell swoop he took over the position of the ancestor of the human race's literature and art.

"Disciple Cangjie pays homage to his master."

When all the dust settled and the vision of heaven and earth disappeared, Cangjie bowed and knelt down to Mo Yan.

Being able to create human writing, he was extremely intelligent, so of course he felt that the old man next to him was extraordinary.

What's more, how could an ordinary old man live for two hundred years? , witnessing the growth of a human youth throughout his life?

Mo Yan did not continue to pretend, and as the light flickered, he changed from an old man in sackcloth to a young Taoist in green.

He helped Cang Jie up with a smile and said

"I am Mo Yan, the Lord of Lingtai Mountain in the West. I felt that I had a master-disciple relationship with you two hundred years ago, so I came here to give you some guidance."

"Now that you have successfully created Chinese characters, you should join my family."

As soon as these words came out, Cangjie was excited.

Although he wrote words behind closed doors and paid little attention to external affairs, he was not ignorant. He had heard of the name of Saint Mo Yan.

He once saved the world from a great disaster. He also helped Emperor Fuxi to govern the world, was the mentor of Emperor Shennong of the Earth, was a wise man from the West, and was the top magical person in the world.

Cangjie guessed that the old man's identity was extraordinary, but he did not expect that he would be so extraordinary.

"The disciple pays homage to the master."

Mo Yan had a bright smile on his face.

Cangjie is the founder of the Literary Way. With the flourishing luck of the Human Race's Literary Way, his cultivation level will rise step by step. Great Luo can be easily obtained, and a quasi-sage can be expected. It is very possible to become a top quasi-sage.

After giving Cangjie some instructions and ordering him to go to Lingtai Mountain after establishing the human race's cultural destiny, Mo Yan got up and left.

At the same time, there was a Xiong tribe, and Xuanyuan Shaodian felt that he was overjoyed. He was of great benefit.

Especially during the critical period of the human race's foreign war, this was definitely a great help. Thinking of this, he immediately used his position as the co-leader of the human race to find the source.

A few months later, Cangjie was welcomed to Youyou by Xuanyuan himself. Bear tribe, personally named the King of Thailand. ps: Thank you 15506 for the big 100 point reward.