r18novel Chapter 158 Taking On Cangjie As A Disciple
Chapter 158 Taking On Cangjie As A Disciple
Cangjie, who was regarded as a little monster by his tribe and viewed with a different eye, fell into the eyes of Mo Yan and was regarded as a talented man.
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 and then he saluted solemnly. At such a young age, he had already seen the extraordinary etiquette.
"Young man Cangjie has seen 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 laughed at him.
Suddenly someone recognized him, Cangjie was excited, his face flushed with excitement, and his affection for Mo Yan greatly increased.
An old man and a young man talked to each other and had a great time.
Mo Yan was not in a hurry to accept Cang Jie as his disciple. Instead, he stayed with Cang Jie for decades and witnessed his sketching and writing.
From time to time, he would give him some guidance and take him to the top of the 200 peaks around the human tribe to look at the mountains and rivers. He would guide him to look up at Kuixing's winding movement, look down at the texture of the turtle's back, the claw marks of birds and beasts, the topography of mountains and rivers, and the fingerprints of his palms. Words were created based on the shapes of things.
From time to time, he taught the literary practice method that he created in a flash of inspiration, opened up the literary aperture, condensed the literary palace, and tempered 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 formed on his fingertips, and his strength has also increased day by day.
At the same time, the relationship between Mo Yan and Cang Jie became deeper and deeper. In the eyes of the latter, the former was a wise man of the human race. He seemed to not talk much, but every time he made the finishing touch, he could see the light from the clouds. It was like a enlightenment, enlightenment, and benefited a lot.
Decades later, Cangjie has entered middle age, a little less impetuous and a little more stable, but he is still a weirdo in the tribe, and Mo Yan has become an old monster.
During this period, innate spiritual energy and acquired spiritual energy are mixed.
Although the lifespan of the human race is not as long as that of the previous era, its lifespan is not short in this period, with the average lifespan reaching two hundred years.
When Cangjie was nearly 200 years old, his accumulation of hundreds of years finally exploded, and he created three characters: 33,330 (biai).
On the day when the words were written, there were dense clouds.
Black clouds pressed over the city, the sky was low, lightning snakes danced, and thunder surged, like a catastrophe that destroyed the sun, which was particularly terrifying.
This is the test of heaven, the catastrophe of Cangjie's enlightenment, and the birth of human writing.
Faced with such a terrible thunder disaster, Qian Jian's face did not change.
After giving a slight nod to Mo Yan, he stepped on a mysterious writing under his feet, soared into the air, and stood under the thunder clouds.
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 bell.
"The way of heaven is above, and the way of earth is below. I am Cangjie of the human race. Now that I feel that humanity is insufficient, I have created human writing, inherited human civilization, and spread the practice of literature and Tao, hoping that heaven and earth will learn from it." 1
"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 destiny of the human race increased hundreds of times at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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.
Cangjie practiced Literary and Taoist methods for nearly two hundred years. After three thousand words were formed, the human race's Literary and Taoist methods of cultivation were truly born, leading directly to true immortality.
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 the true immortal of the literary Dao to the golden immortal of the literary Dao, from the highest to the Taiyi of the literary Dao, until he touched the Daluo stopped at the threshold and took the position of the ancestor of human race's literature and art in one fell swoop.
"Disciple Cangjie pays homage to his master."
Wait for everything to settle.
The vision of heaven and earth disappears, and everyone bows down to worship.
Being able to create human writing, he has extraordinary wisdom, and of course he feels that the old man next to him is extraordinary.
What's more, how can an ordinary elder from the human race live for two hundred years to witness the growth of a young human race throughout his life?
Mo Yan did not continue to pretend, and in a flash of light, 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 master 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 advice."
"Now that you have successfully created Chinese characters, you should be admitted to Xiamen."
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 the great catastrophe, and also helped the Emperor Fuxi to govern the world. He was also the teacher of the Earth Emperor Shen Nong, a wise man from the West, and the one who created the top supernatural powers in the world.
Cangjie guessed that the old man had an extraordinary identity, but he didn't expect that he would be so extraordinary.
"Disciple pays homage to master."
Mo Yan had a bright smile on his face.
Cangjie is the founder of the Literary Way. As the luck of the human race's Literary Way flourishes, his cultivation level will rise step by step. Great Luo can be easily obtained, a quasi-sage can be expected, and it is very possible to become a top quasi-sage.
After giving instructions to Cangjie and ordering him to go to Lingtai Mountain to establish the cultural destiny of the human race, Mo Yan got up and left.
At the same time, there was the Xiong Tribe, and Xuanyuan Shaodian felt this and was ecstatic. The cultural movement of the human race was booming, which was of great benefit to both the human race and him.
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 co-leader of the human race to find the source.
A few months later, Cangjie was personally welcomed to the Youxiong tribe by Xuanyuan, who personally named him the Emperor of Tai.
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