Chapter 252: The First Generation of Human Race, Shennong and You Nest
"My lord, are you..."
"Created a special text for the human race?!"
Xuanmo Qilin's exclamation suddenly exploded, echoing throughout the entire Qilin City.
All of a sudden.
The two million humans who were originally looking at the stone monument covering the sky with puzzled expressions all had their eyes widened like bells and exclaimed in surprise:
"What? Your Majesty...created writing for our clan?!"
"Writing? Human writing? These runes I have never seen before, are your Majesty's exclusive writings created for us?!"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! It has been a hundred years since I was born, and I have been wandering around in the ancient land. However, my cultivation is not enough. I can't understand any of those ancient characters. I never expected that I would still be alive to see the characters of my people!"
"Your Majesty is truly a saint! He is actually able to create so many characters. I heard that the total number of demon and shaman characters is less than 3,000 characters, but at a glance, the human characters in this sky are at least 9,000 characters!"
"It turns out that the stone tablets are full of humanities. No wonder I can't understand them, but I feel very friendly!!!"
"My clan will always be prosperous!!!"
"..."
Thousands of passionate shouts erupted from a population of two million.
Every human race blushed and looked at the font on the stone tablet that covered the sky with great excitement.
immediately.
I don’t know who took the lead and knelt down towards Xiao Yi again.
Thousands of people, ten thousand people, millions of people...
Other human races followed suit.
Two million people fell to their knees excitedly one by one and shouted in unison:
"My emperor's longevity is boundless! Our clan is ever prosperous!!!"
"My emperor's longevity is boundless! Our clan is ever prosperous!!!"
"My emperor's longevity is boundless! Our clan is ever prosperous!!!"
"...."
The shouts of the human race, full of reverence, fanaticism, and excitement, shook the heavens and the earth, and filled the clouds!
This moment.
The fate of the human race...
The cohesion of humanity...
All of them have reached unprecedented heights!
"Why did you kneel down again..."
"Did they learn these etiquettes from you?"
Saw such a scene.
Xiao Yi shook his head slightly and said helplessly to Xuanmo Qilin.
Not waiting for Xuan Mo to answer.
He complained to Old Qilin: "Also, this is the future text of the human race, but who said I created it?"
Hear this.
Everyone was surprised.
The Yizi family couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes, and asked directly: "Brother, I have been in the Wu Clan for hundreds of years, and I have seen many characters written by all the tribes in the world, but I have never seen these fonts."
"Didn't you create it for the human race?"
"Who did that? What kind of writing is this?"
Hear what Yizi said.
Xuanmo Qilin immediately nodded his head to show his approval.
yes.
Every race in the ancient world has its own history and unique civilization.
The unique writing of each ethnic group naturally also has the style of each ethnic group.
The font in front of me is simple and smooth, and seems to contain some charm.
It doesn't look like the style of all the ancient people at all.
on the contrary.
With Xuanmo Qilin's sophisticated eyes.
When I see these words.
It can be directly seen that these characters are very similar to the style of the human race.
Every glyph in the world has its own qi and is in harmony with the human race.
It seems to be born in response to the human race.
If you don't understand the human race, you will definitely not be able to create so many words.
Therefore.
Xuan Mo couldn't understand, except for Xiao Yi, who was the human emperor.
Who else could create so many human words?
Hear this.
Xiao Yi was immediately speechless.
It's not that he doesn't want to say it.
But he didn't know what to say.
Because this is suspended in the sky, with thousands of words floating on the stone tablet.
It was his impromptu idea.
A stone tablet formed by condensing memories of past lives with magical power.
in other words.
In fact, it is Xinhua Dictionary.
The Xinhua Dictionary is presented in a prehistoric way, using spiritual stones as a carrier.
but.
If only Xiao Yi was asked to tell who the creator of this thing is.
There is also a specific origin.
What did Xiao Yi say?
It is true that he received nine years of compulsory education in his previous life.
But he really didn't know what to say at this time.
Do you want to tell the human race that this Chinese language comes from the distant blue star?
Or just show off your cards and say he is a time traveler?
Isn't this nonsense?
Think of this.
Xiao Yi shook his head: "It's just that I didn't create it anyway."
Hear this.
Xuan Mo and Yan Zi looked at each other with big eyes.
In the end, I saw Mr. Yinz burst out laughing.
"Let me tell you, this is what eldest brother created."
"Brother is really humble, even if you are so lucky, you won't even admit it."
Yanzi said with a smile.
Xuan Mo, who was listening on the side, nodded again and again.
For a while.
Two million humans also understood.
Each and every one of them once again felt deep respect for this strange Majesty.
In their opinion.
The Human Emperor deserves to be the Human Emperor.
Such a great creation, so considerate of humankind in every aspect.
So many words cannot be created overnight.
But His Majesty the Human Emperor, who has always thought about the human race, is still so humble at this time.
Seriously.
Holy Ming!
Think of this.
Two million human beings once again shouted in unison: "Your Majesty, Holy Might!!!"
Listen to this deafening cry.
Xiao Yi was extremely helpless.
He felt that these people really had a lot of drama in their hearts.
Come on, come on.
Love, think whatever you want.
Xiao Yi didn't say any more about this matter.
Instead, he pointed to the stone tablet in the sky and said: "The words on this tablet will be humanities from now on."
"Civilization is the foundation of a race!"
"Words are just one of them."
"Others include language, tools, education, order...etc."
"In the future, this monument will be erected in the center of our clan. Everyone must learn from it, so that our clan can inherit the fire..."
"...."
Xiao Yi's words echoed in the square and echoed in heaven and earth.
All human beings were confused from the beginning.
Later, I pricked up my ears and listened attentively.
Even though I feel that there are many nouns in Xiao Yi's words that I don't understand.
But they still listened intently, wishing to carve every word and sentence of Xiao Yi into their minds.
Until I finished talking about the stone tablet.
Only then did Xiao Yi's eyes fall on the human race.
He slowly scanned everyone and every face.
at last.
His eyes fell on two of the old faces.
"Shennong."
"There is a nest."
"Get out of the queue!"
Xiao Yi spoke, and his voice echoed around the world.
And heard his words.
Yinz's eyes twinkled, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile.
Two figures from the human race also stood up suddenly, slowly walked out of the crowd, and came to Xiao Yi tremblingly.
Both of them are elderly.
The gray hair on their heads and the thin vitality exuding from their bodies all tell that their lifespan is short and they have reached the stage where their oil is exhausted.
These two people.
It is among these two million human beings.
In addition to the Yizi clan, there are only two remaining first-generation human clans: the Shennong clan and the Youchao clan.
Counting the Suiren clan who is in the immortal volcano and accepts the inheritance of the Phoenix Goddess.
There is also Xuandu who is in the Bajing Palace and is punished by the sage Laozi to face the wall.
The tens of thousands of first-generation humans created by Nuwa in the past.
It's only a slap in the face.
This is so sad...
"Old Minister Shennong."
"Old minister has a nest."
"I have met His Majesty!!!"
With weak steps, the Shennong family and the Youchao family finally came to Xiao Yi and knelt down and shouted again.