Chapter 252: Using Literature to Disrupt the Heavens, Using Force to Defeat the Heavens, the Path to Becoming the Emperor

This kneeling instantly attracted the attention of the people around, but Ye Yang ignored them.

"Oh? Haha, you want to worship me as your master? Why?"

Cang Jie said:

"I have always wanted to try to change the way of recording things, until I learned the character for "person" just now, and I realized that creating characters is what I should do."

After saying this, he kowtowed directly:

"I hope the teacher will accept me as his apprentice and teach me how to create characters."

After the voice fell, his head knocked on the ground with a clacking sound.

"Cangjie, think about it again, are you sure you want to take me as your master?"

Ye Yang laughed, already satisfied in his heart, and then said:

"You should know that after taking me as your master, there will be no way back, and you can't be indecisive. Creating characters is a hard and arduous process. It seems that you don't need to climb mountains and cross rivers, and you don't need to be exhausted, but it will consume your life's essence. Are you sure?"

"Disciple is sure."

"Really? The process of creating characters carries the fate and continuation of the entire human race. It may make you sacrifice everything, even your life. Are you willing?"

"I am willing to do so."

"Hahaha, good, good, good, but I have one last question."

As he spoke, Ye Yang's face became serious:

"After you become my disciple, I will ask you to create 100,000 characters, no more, no less, and you must not retreat halfway. No matter what difficulties you encounter, even if the gods and Buddhas are threatening you, you must not give up. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, you must not retreat. You must move forward bravely. Can you do it?"

"I can do it."

After the words fell, Cang Jie kowtowed again. Ye Yang laughed and hurriedly helped him up.

"Okay, okay, haha, okay."

Taking a deep breath, Ye Yang said:

"Cang Jie, from now on, you are my third disciple."

"Ah? I have two other brothers? Who are they?"

Ye Yang nodded and said:

"Yes, you do have two brothers, but now is not the time for you to know them."

Touching Cang Jie's head, it seemed like a simple caress, but Ye Yang injected the purest destiny of the human race.

Similarly, it also poured the expectation of the heavy burden of human civilization.

"Cang Jie, your current task is to create characters. I will teach you well. When you create 100,000 characters for the human race, that will be the starting point of your journey."

"Yes, Master, but Master, why do you want to create 100,000 characters?"

Hearing this, Ye Yang slowly looked in a certain direction, and a cry of grief spread from his heart.

"Because there are 100,000 ancestors of our human race, and now almost all of them are dead."

Suddenly, Ye Yang looked at Cang Jie and said:

"Master asked you to create 100,000 characters for the human race, to represent 100,000 innate human races, to continue the civilization of the human race, and to let the gods and Buddhas in the heavens see that our human race will always be strong."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that there was some kind of connection. In the dark, Ye Yang seemed to have led a trace of cause and effect. Above the heavenly way, there were waves of auspicious clouds for three thousand miles.

These faint witch and demon calamities were affected by this breath.

Rumble

The long river of fate has begun to boil.

The luck of the human race suppressed by the seal of the ancestor of the human race has become more intense at this moment, but all this is just a beginning.

In the tribe, Ye Yang and Cang Jie each held a branch in their hands and began to teach the method of creating characters. Spring and autumn kept alternating, the scorching sun, the cold wind and frost, but even so, they were not interrupted.

Shivering from the cold, or almost fainting from hunger, as long as he didn't fall down, he would never stop teaching characters.

Ten years from winter to spring, perhaps just a blink of an eye for Ye Yang, but for ordinary people, it was an important ten years.

Now Cangjie has grown up, no longer the child he used to be, and his eighteen or nineteen-year-old stature also looks particularly sonorous and powerful.

Walking and practicing characters with Ye Yang, we unknowingly came to the outside of the Yellow River and walked into the primitive land.

"Master, I feel a special aura here. What is this place?"

"Hehe, this place used to be a river, but it was drunk up by a strong man, and it ended up like this."

"What? Strong man? This riverbed looks very big, how could he drink it up? Master, you are lying to me."

Hahaha

Ye Yang laughed, and then said:

"Master, I didn't lie to you. This great man is not from the human race, he is from the witch race."

"Ah? Is it the prehistoric witch race that you told me about before? Is it the witch race that was transformed by the blood of Pangu the great god?"

"Yes, there is also a good story circulating, called, Kuafu chasing the sun."

Winter has gone and spring has come, and another ten years have passed. At this moment, Cangjie has grown up completely, and the whole person looks resolute. Although he is a mortal, there is a sense of righteousness between his eyebrows.

"Cangjie, I have been with you for twenty years, right?"

"Yes, Master."

Ye Yang looked up at the sky. Twenty years passed so quickly. Cangjie had grown up.

"I have taught you everything I should have taught you. The rest of the road to creating characters needs you to complete it alone."

Over the years, Ye Yang taught Cangjie how to create characters, such as the pictographic method, the method of understanding, the method of phono-semantic, etc.

All the methods Ye Yang knew were passed on to Cangjie, but it took twenty years. Although it was a long time, it was not bad to think about it.

These methods took thousands of years to complete in later generations.

After hearing this, Cangjie was stunned.

"Master, are you leaving me?"

"Cang Jie, there is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. This separation is for the sake of getting together next time."

The two people stood against each other, and Ye Yang continued:

"Cangjie, starting from now is the beginning of your suffering. My teacher has taught you how to form characters. From now on, you will be the only one on the road. My teacher has only one request."

"Master, please speak."

By this scene, Cangjie had already realized that he already carried a lot of burdens.

"Cang Jie, my master wants you to spread the words you created to every human race in the prehistoric times, so that the entire human race in the prehistoric times can learn our own words, and let our words be engraved in the hearts and souls of every human race. , in the bones.”

Ye Yang looked up in a certain direction, anger burst out in his eyes.

"Preaching to every human race, I want the gods and Buddhas in the heavens to take good care of it. This is our own writing, and the creatures of the ancient world will take good care of it. This is the inheritance of our human civilization. The human race will never be destroyed, and the inheritance will continue."

In an instant, Ye Yang suddenly looked at Cang Jie with a pair of eyes that struck straight into his heart.

"Master, my disciple must complete it."

Ye Yang was relieved and slowly came to Cangjie and patted his shoulder:

"Don't complain, don't regret. When you are tired and in pain, grit your teeth and persevere. Preaching to the human race does not happen overnight. It may take up your whole life, or it may make you suffer all your life. Go ahead and become a teacher." You return in triumph."

"Yes, Master."

Kneeling down and kowtow, Cangjie took the tree branch given to him by Ye Yang and embarked on the road to enlightenment alone.

Looking at Cang Jie's retreating back, the fighting spirit in Ye Yang's heart burst out.

"Hehehe, hahahaha, good, very good."

Looking at the saints of the heavens, Ye Yang shouted loudly:

"Use force to defeat the sky, use literature to disrupt the sky, the prehistoric human race, everyone attacks the sky——"