Inside the shop, some old air conditioners made a buzzing sound. The outdoor units blew hot air, and the water vapor condensed into water droplets, which fell to the ground.
The floor, which was scorched by the sun, was scalding hot, but the hot water failed to evaporate.
The water droplets gathered together and flowed into the gaps between the bricks.
Pedestrians passing by stepped on the square bricks, and dirty water spurted out from the gaps, staining their shoes and pants.
The unlucky guy yelled, cursed and walked away.
Li Xiang continued, "After the unification of the Nine Provinces human race, their strength continues to grow. The leader of the human race is the human emperor."
"At its peak, the Human Emperor could confer the gods of heaven and earth without the need for a list of gods."
"At that time, the human emperor's will could reach heaven and hell."
"That was the most glorious era for the Kyushu human race."
"The saying that man can conquer nature is not the self-deception of the weak, but it has actually happened."
"Is there really such an era?" Cang Linyuan finally said.
Li Xiang nodded, "Part of it is based on facts, and part of it is my speculation, but there shouldn't be much difference."
"But..." Cang Linyuan hesitated for a moment, "What does what you said have to do with the word I am looking for?"
At this time, in the clothing store opposite the store, the salesperson installed batteries for the speaker and hung it at the door.
A sentence was played repeatedly over the loudspeaker:
“Big opening promotion, 40% off for the entire store, 40% off for all items, don’t miss it if you pass by!”
In the rental bookstore next to it, a middle school student aged fourteen or fifteen slyly put a pirated novel into his schoolbag, pushed up his glasses, and left quickly.
There were shouts and curses from the game hall diagonally across the street, followed by the sound of fighting. Not long after, a short-haired young man with a cracked eye corner and half a tooth knocked out was thrown out. He pointed at the people inside and said: "If you have the guts, I'll be there."
Just wait, I'll call someone over to get you right away!"
A bald man wearing a big gold chain came out of the arcade, pointed at the short-haired young man's nose and shouted, "What did you say, brat?"
The short-haired young man was not a good person. He turned around and rushed into the shop. He looked around, picked up the fruit knife on the cutting board and ran out.
But as soon as he reached the door, his hands and feet were tied up by a flying rope.
The short-haired young man was thrown into the security vehicle together with the bald man.
The uniformed security officer took away the rope and said angrily to the boss at the entrance of the game hall, "It's closed, it's closed, the ceremony for Li Zhanshen's entrance into the palace will be held soon, please stay calm."
Without waiting for the owner of the arcade to intercede, several security guards came forward, swarmed the guests out, locked the door, and put a seal on it.
This seal is painted with talismans and seals, and it is impossible for ordinary people to tear it off.
The game arcade owner sent the security guards away with a smile. After these people left, his expression immediately changed and he spat thick phlegm on the ground, "What's grandma's stuff!"
As he was talking, he saw someone in the shop opposite looking at him, so he said fiercely, "What are you looking at?" and left cursing.
Li Xiang withdrew his gaze and continued: "No matter what word you are looking for, it must have been created by Cangjie or someone in history."
"The characters of Kyushu originated from the human race and also gained influence from the human race."
"People are the source of these words."
As Li Xiang spoke, he dipped his chopsticks into the bowl with water and wrote a word on the table.
This character is also very simple, even the same as the character "乂" that Cang Linyuan wrote before.
However, that moment did not lead to success.
"If there is one word that is the strongest, apart from this word, I can't think of anything else."
Cang Linyuan stared blankly at the word on the table and fell into silence.
This is the word "人".
After a while, the water stains dried up. Cang Linyuan raised his head and looked at the street outside the shop.
"Big opening discount, 40% off the entire site..."
"Roasted sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, Mom, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes..."
"Have you read the hot search? A god in Gao Tianyuan was arrested..."
"Hey, wife, I'm working overtime today and won't be back for dinner..."
"Oh my biological father, stop giving me dreams, didn't I just burn a bunch of paper money for you..."
"Boss, are you ready for the 63rd? I'm going to be late... Gouzi's platform will fine me eight yuan for each order..."
In the street outside, it was very noisy with voices, phones, and horns.
The hot air is mixed with the aroma of food, the smell of pedestrians' sweat, and the smell of perfume.
Pedestrians, stall owners, takeaways, old men holding cattail fans...all kinds of people were walking in the small, crowded and dirty streets.
The sounds, smells, pictures... everything seems so familiar, yet so strange, but... very energetic and vital.
He has seen and heard many such scenes and sounds.
But he never really focused on these people.
At this moment.
The God of War, who ruled the country, just looked at the people coming and going on the street, watched their emotions, listened to their voices, and his eyes gradually brightened.
He was immersed in such hustle and bustle, immersed in such pictures, as if he couldn't get enough of seeing or hearing enough.
The numbers on the electronic clock on the wall are constantly changing, and time passes minute by minute.
Cang Linyuan just looked outside like this, looking at the ordinary street scenes.
I don't know how long it took, but he finally looked back and said slowly: "I was wrong."
"In the past, I only focused on the text itself and was deeply involved in it, so I couldn't see the whole picture and couldn't find the root."
"When I heard your words today, it was like waking up from a dream."
As Cang Linyuan's words fell.
The text on the electronic clock, the text on the menu on the wall, the text on the girl’s mobile phone, the name of the store on the street, the text on the leaflet dropped on the ground...
They all stood upright and swayed, as if they were dancing happily.
Immediately afterwards, the words in the surrounding neighborhoods also came to life, dancing happily on paper, electronic displays, and billboards.
This vision continued to spread around, and before long, the entire city of Kyoto, with countless characters, stood up, and after dancing happily, they all "genuflected" in the same direction.
Thousands of high-level returnees released their spiritual consciousness to explore.
Countless citizens looked at this vision in shock.
Kyoto City God Temple.
A gray light jumped out, and Sun Yuanpei, the city god of Kyoto, was suspended in the air, staring blankly at the direction where countless words were kneeling and worshiping. He was confused at first, then ecstatic, and held his hands from a distance: "Congratulations to Linyuan God of War for discovering one of the "words"!"
A mountain forest somewhere in the southwest.
Wang Po, who was riding a huge iron-eating beast, looked towards the north and grinned, "I didn't expect that the person who made the fastest progress would be you, a somewhat pedantic writer."
As he was talking, he felt a huge force under his feet, and then lost his balance.
The iron-eating beast grabbed Wang Po's leg, swung him round, and whipped him against the tree, then smashed him on a rock and then on the ground, bang bang bang.
Wang Po, who was thrown to a pulp, rolled up his belly, hugged the iron-eating beast's huge head, raised his head, and then slammed it away.
Bang!
The iron-eating beast shook, its two big eyes turned white, and its huge body fell backwards.
"Idiot!" Wang Po rubbed his sore forehead, stepped forward, rode on the stubby neck of the iron-eating beast, and punched the idiot in the head, "Do you accept it, accept it or not!"
To the east, Zhou Yan, who was walking on the vast East China Sea, seemed to feel something. He stretched out his hand and wrote the word "神" in the sky.
The word "神" was originally standing upright, but as soon as it was written, it fell to the west, as if worshiping.
Zhou Yan wrote another word "人".
The word "人" did not move.
"Stand upright," Zhou Yan was silent for a moment and said to himself, "Is this really the word?"
"It's just that you know this word, but how can you write it?"
