It means that it is not wrong for me to come here, and I am at the right place.
"This time, I must figure out the system!"
Ye Qingyun and Huikong took steps to chase the two golden butterflies that had already flown away.
Do not know why.
Those two golden butterflies are extremely fast and can fly far away in the blink of an eye.
But every time when they were almost out of sight, the two golden butterflies would slow down, as if they were deliberately waiting for Ye Qingyun and Huikong.
"Are you really leading the way?"
Seeing this situation, Ye Qingyun was a little surprised.
He didn't care where these two golden butterflies would lead him, as long as he followed them, there would be nothing wrong.
Until a piece of golden light appeared in front, it seemed that there was a portal.
The two golden butterflies also suddenly disappeared into the portal and immediately disappeared.
Ye Qingyun and Huikong also caught up to the door at this time.
"What's going on?"
Ye Qingyun stared at the portal, showing doubts.
This is an ordinary-looking stone door.
The stone gate is surrounded by golden light.
Faintly, a painting emerged above the stone door.
Ye Qingyun looked at it intently, only to see that the paintings on the stone door became increasingly blurry.
But if you look away and don't look at it carefully, the painting on the door will become clear again.
Very strange.
"what the hell?"
Ye Qingyun frowned and immediately took two steps back.
really.
The paintings on the stone gate are much clearer.
When Huikong saw this, he also followed Ye Qingyun's footsteps.
"Amitabha!"
When Huikong saw the painting on the stone door clearly, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
And there were some changes in his eyes.
One by one, ancient and mysterious characters flashed across Huikong's eyes.
He seemed to have seen the oldest writing in the world.
But it was also affected by a force at the same time.
My mind became a little confused.
"not good!"
Huikong knew something was wrong and quickly closed his eyes, but the ancient characters in front of him were still flashing.
Ling Huikong's mind was shaken and he almost fainted.
He could only recite scriptures in his heart quickly to suppress this feeling.
But it is only suppressed and cannot be completely alleviated.
"Huikong? What's wrong with you?"
Seeing Huikong's pale face and sweating, Ye Qingyun hurriedly asked.
But Huikong could no longer hear Ye Qingyun's voice and was unable to give Ye Qingyun any response.
Seeing this situation, Ye Qingyun also realized that there was something wrong with this stone gate.
To be precise, there should be something wrong with the painting on the stone door.
But Ye Qingyun was not affected at all, nor did he feel any discomfort.
There was nothing he could do at this moment except to try his best to decipher the secret of the Stone Gate Painting.
This painting is not complicated.
In the painting, there is a person sitting on the ground, holding a branch, as if he is carving something on the ground.
Behind this man were countless people kneeling on the ground, some naked and some wearing animal skins. They looked like ancient people from ancient times.
And above the sky, there was lightning and thunder, and a red downpour fell.
There were also many gods, ghosts and monsters crying and howling.
This is all the content of the Stone Gate Painting, which seems to be telling a very ancient story.
Ye Qingyun looked at it for a long time, and his expression became a little complicated.
He was now certain that the story told by this painting must be Cangjie's creation of the characters.
The ancient sage Cangjie wrote books and created characters.
When the words were written, blood rained from the sky, and ghosts and gods cried.
This is what is recorded in the book "Huainanzi".
It is said that at the moment when Cangjie successfully created the Chinese character, a terrifying rain of blood began to fall from the sky, and the sound of crying ghosts and gods resounded throughout the heaven and earth.
Although the record is unknown whether it is true or not, there is a saying that has been passed down.
That is Cangjie created words, which made the ghosts and gods in the sky feel fear and cry.
The birth of writing brought civilization to countless sentient beings.
It can also reveal the secrets of ghosts and gods through words.
The creation of heaven and earth can no longer hide its secrets.
All sentient beings can get a glimpse of the creation of heaven and earth in the form of words.
This was of great significance to the people before ancient times.
"It seems that Shengshi Mountain really has a great connection with Cangjie."
Ye Qingyun murmured to himself.
But even though I understand the painting, how do I open the door?
Do you want me to use violence again?
Just when Ye Qingyun was thinking about whether to repeat his old tricks.
The painting on the stone gate suddenly changed.
Everything is gone.
becomes blank.
And on the edge of the stone gate, a writing brush appeared.
Ye Qingyun couldn't help but be startled.
What does this mean?
Why would you change me into a pen?
Do you want me to write and draw?
soon.
Ye Qingyun knew what this meant.
A line of words appeared on the stone gate.
The first word in eternity!
Ye Qingyun understood it at a glance.
This is asking yourself a question.
What is the first character in eternity, that is, the first character created by Cangjie?
Let yourself be written on this stone gate.
If you write it correctly, you can open the door and enter.
If you don’t write it right...then you can only rely on your strength to create miracles.
Ye Qingyun reached out and grasped the brush that appeared out of thin air, and then his heart moved.
This thing must be a treasure.
No matter whether I can pass through this stone gate or not, this pen will definitely go through it.
Don't come here in vain.
"Let me think about it."
Ye Qingyun pondered intently.
Ye Qingyun didn't even know what this so-called number one word in eternity was.
After all, when Cangjie was coining Chinese characters, I, Ye, didn’t just sit aside and watch.
So I still have to rely on hoodwinking.
But Meng is not blind.
You also need someone who is somewhat reliable to deceive you.
"No, there should be clues in that painting just now!"
Ye Qingyun thought of the painting he had just seen and immediately recalled it carefully.
Fortunately, it had just been a short time since I saw it, and Ye Qingyun still remembered everything in the painting very clearly.
In the painting, Cangjie is holding a branch in his hand and carving words on the ground, so the first character of eternity should be among them.
"Yes!"
Ye Qingyun looked happy and found the answer from that painting.
He immediately took a writing brush and wrote a word on the stone gate.
fish!
When the last stroke of the word "fish" was written, the entire stone gate immediately became golden again.
Moreover, the crack in the center of the stone door gradually opened.
"You were right!"
Ye Qingyun was overjoyed.
The stone door opened, and before Ye Qingyun could pull Huikong up, his whole body was sucked into the stone door.
Almost at the same time.
Before the ancient days of no return.
On the vast and silent land, a strange man with two pupils and four eyes sat cross-legged, holding a dead branch in his hand, as if writing something on the ground.
His body has long since withered.
His life has withered.
Only the ancient words written down are still shining brightly, seeming to be maintaining the last vitality of this strange man.
But at this moment.
The originally dead and gloomy sky was suddenly broken by a golden light.
The land of despair.
It seemed like a long-lost glimmer of hope had been ignited again.
The strange man who had been dead for a long time now had an extremely weak trace of vitality emerging again.
