I'm The Emperor of All-Heavens

Chapter 563

Fish, meat, drums, laughter, laughter.

Men step on the passionate dance steps and dance the primitive dance. Women sing loudly and loudly under the night sky.

There are Xiong clan and zhurong clan, who abandon past grievances, drink and laugh, and celebrate the arrival of heavy rain.

However, the most solemn ceremony is still prayer.

The patriarch Shaodian was dressed in the most exquisite clothes and knelt on one knee. His wife Fu Bao was dressed in an embroidered linen skirt. A long skirt spread out like a night flower in full bloom towards the Milky way and worshipped the altar.

"Thank God for giving rain to keep our family going!"

"Thank God for giving rain to keep our family going!"

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Over and over again, even if there is no response, I worship reverently.

Finally, after praying, everyone got up, and Shaodian hurriedly picked up Fu Bao. She was pregnant.

"It's okay!"

Fu Bao smiled gently and touched his flat belly: "this child has brought happiness, not only mine, but also the whole clan."

Shaodian smiled.

After the celebration, Fu Bao wanted to take a walk. The couple walked to the fighting hill.

It has been raining for many days. In the distance, crystal raindrops are falling. Thousands of flowers are in full bloom in the wilderness.

The sound of rustling was endless. A gust of wind rolled the fragrance of flowers across the grass sea, and then turned into a rotating flower haze, rising into the sky.

However, seeing this beautiful scene, Shaodian's joy was put away and became heavy: "these flowers were developed by the lives of our warriors..."

The powerful human warrior's power of Qi and blood is undoubtedly the best nutrient for flowers and vegetation. However, any battlefield with serious fighting will form a sea of flowers or forests, which is even more exaggerated for the ORC. After death, it can even change the landform and form hills or deep valleys.

When Shaodian found this rule and saw this beautiful scenery, he was no longer happy.

Because no one knows how many human warriors are buried under the flowers.

Fu Bao stretched out his hands and hugged Shaodian.

"It's okay."

Shaodian squeezed out a smile: "thank God for raining water. As long as there is a water source, all tribes will be peaceful."

Fu Bao was silent for a moment and asked, "but if there is another drought in the future, do you want to fight again?"

Shaodian trembled and couldn't answer.

"There's something I didn't tell you!"

Fu Bao's eyes flickered, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind: "I met a man in my dream last night. He told me that what we should believe in is not the God of heaven, but the way of heaven that treats all alike."

Shaodian wondered, "the way of heaven?"

Fu Bao said: "mountains, rivers, rocks, plants, insects and fish all have their own laws. This is the way of heaven, and so is the whole world. It is as powerful as a Protoss, and it is also limited, so it is impossible to define everything."

Shaodian considered the language: "it sounds wonderful!"

Since Fu Bao said it, he simply boldly said: "the man said that every race has its own right to survival. No one should deprive the continuation of other ethnic groups, and no one should rely on other ethnic groups to survive."

Shaodian smiled bitterly: "I hope so, but in order to survive, we also need to fish and eat meat. Those weak animals are hunted by us, and powerful animals kill us..."

Fu Bao said, "so we should believe in the way of heaven. Maybe it will tell us why it rains? If we want it to rain, is there any other way besides asking for help from the God?"

Shaodian kept silent.

The stars twinkled in the night sky, a trace of wind blew up the skirt, Fubao touched his lower abdomen, and his face showed a holy light: "I hope our children, future generations of our family, can live without fear and confusion..."

Shaodian, who originally thought it was ridiculous, shook his heart inexplicably, gave birth to an idea and said, "in that case, give our child a name first!"

Fu Bao snuggled into his arms: "what's his name?"

Shaodian slowly said, "it's called Xuanyuan hill. I hope the turning point of our family will start from now on. It's called Xuanyuan!"

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Above the sacred tree, Xiyao held her chin and watched Gu Cheng slide slowly in the air with a dust-free sword.

His action is very slow, it seems that he is depicting a symbol with an unspeakable charm.

But when the symbol comes to the end of the last stroke, it will always appear sluggish, and finally start again.

Gu Cheng repeated it over and over again, not anxious or impatient. Xiyao also looked at it quietly and didn't feel boring at all.

I don't know how long later, the tip of the dust-free sword trembled, turned like clouds and water, and finally finished writing.

Yes, it's writing.

Because Gu Cheng created words.

The first word between heaven and earth.

"This word is' spirit '."

Gu Cheng received the sword, and joy appeared between his eyebrows.

Now, let alone the human race and the beast race, even the protoss have no words.

The Terrans don't care, the orcs have low wisdom, and the protoss don't need it.

They learn a lot of knowledge without a teacher. They don't need to learn at all. They don't care about words.

But again, this is the reason for limiting the protoss's future growth.

When the protoss was born, what kind of strength was it, even for thousands of years, it was still that strength.

Gu Cheng paid more attention to the promotion of the day after tomorrow. With the help of understanding the Tao of heaven, he began to create words.

This spirit character is naturally different from the writing method of later generations of the human race. The lines are complex and seem to be all inclusive, but when you really understand it, there is an artistic conception of transforming complexity into simplicity. Every stroke of the sword Qi absorbs all aspects of spirit and contains infinite mystery.

With this foundation, Gu Chengjian moved again and wrote the words wind, thunder, water, fire and earth in one go according to the unique conditions of innate creatures.

The five characters rotate around the spirit word to make it fuller and more three-dimensional. You can see that Xiyao's eyes are bright: "it's so interesting!"

Gu Cheng said with a smile, "I'll teach you to study hard!"

Xiyao nodded hard: "Hmm!"

After a long time of construction, the house almost reduced to furnishings has finally come in handy.

Gu Cheng made pen, ink, paper and inkstone and became a teacher.

As the first and only apprentice, Xiyao is very serious, with dignified powder cheeks and light jade wrists.

However, this kind of writing contains the power of the road. No matter how intelligent the protoss is, it is inevitable that spring worms and autumn snakes will be painted in a mess.

Seeing that Xiyao learned to doubt God, Gu Cheng took her wrist and taught her every stroke.

Green birds are flying in the sky. White clouds float around the pen tube and spread on the paper. The petals of strange flowers also join the fun, stick to Xiyao's temples and shoulders and fall on the inkstone paper.

The paper is as bright as snow and the inkstone is dark. It is gorgeous and beautiful. Xiyao learns very happily every day and makes faster progress day by day.

The quiet time passed. When Gu Cheng finally created nearly 1000 words, including everything in heaven and earth, but the words "heaven", "Earth", "man" and "God" were always short of fire throat, Xiyao also learned more than 100 words.

On this day, he was understanding the last four words, and the divine tree suddenly shook.

As soon as Gu Cheng's face changed, he flashed out of the room and saw the sun falling in the distance, which became very bright red.

Under its light, the luster of Tianhe is also colorful and unpredictable. It seems that the whole world is moaning.

"The three emperors are hidden? Shennong is dead?"