Chapter 2201: people
A group of humans barely killed a fierce beast after more than half of the dead and wounded. They ate the fierce beast completely, and bite like wild beasts. They even fought for a piece of fat meat. One killed the other, while the other humans turned a blind eye.
Suddenly, a pair of feet stepped on the wilderness.
This pair of feet, wearing a pair of shoes.
Although it was made up of ragged fur and various weeds, it was indeed a pair of shoes.
This is a thin, short, and dirty human being.
Although weak, there was a ray of determination in his eyes, with unspeakable anger. He was extremely angry and extremely angry when he looked at the human who devoured the fat and just killed his companion!
He was thinking, he was thinking, and in the end, a sensibility that was not instinct, defeated everything, regardless of his own weakness, he rushed up with a slightly fine stone spear made by himself and stabbed the man to death. !
The scene becomes ethereal and emptiness.
I don't know how many years have passed.
This once weak young man turned into a thick middle-aged man with a long beard, but he was cleaned very cleanly. In a cave, he was dressed in thick animal skins all over his body. A spear made of copper. This spear is set on a bonfire, wearing a piece of meat, and it has been roasted continuously with oil. It has been cooked.
But he did not go to watch the barbecue, and even forgot that there was a piece of meat beside him. His eyes were placed in a bird's nest in front of him. There were a few bird eggs in it. Through the light of fire, he could see the surging life inside. It seems to be breaking out at any time.
He was fascinated, his expression was very enjoyable, and suddenly a cold wind blew, and he panicked and stretched out his hand to block the cold.
Pop!
The eggshell is broken.
A hairless, pink and tender strange bird hatched from an eggshell.
He got up excitedly and danced with his hands. This bird's nest was stolen by him. It was already the hundreds of bird's nest he had stolen. He had waited for more than ten days and finally hatched!
His excitement was extreme, but he couldn't express it. He seemed to understand how life was born, but he couldn't describe it. He was very anxious, even a little bit painful, and suddenly saw the charcoal on the side, regardless of the burning, so he picked it up directly Paint on the wall.
At first, he seemed to be painting, depicting the process of stealing the bird's nest until the strange bird hatched.
But he was stunned, because the paintings could only describe reality, but could not express his inner thoughts and feelings, so he stretched out his hand and tremblingly wrote a weird symbol.
This is a symbol that only he can understand. Every time he draws a symbol, he gives it a meaning in his heart.
He wrote hundreds of symbols in one go.
He suddenly found that he had created something unprecedented.
Not a mural.
But... text.
Another few years have passed.
He is a little old.
In this era, human beings, because they can’t eat enough food, have no clothing, and face many natural disasters, as well as the destruction of other creatures, their life span is very short. Now, he is almost forty years old, but he is still full of energy. In the eyes of the people around him, he was already regarded as an old man, even a legend. Even the tribal leaders regarded him as a creature sent from heaven and asked him many things.
In his knowledge, the people of the tribe finally began to try to raise some animals instead of just hunting.
At the same time, some houses built with mud and hay under his guidance also appeared.
He was sitting in front of his house, polishing a piece of bronze, which was a dagger, but from time to time he raised his head and looked not far away, holding a handful of soil in a stone bowl, and the soil was born out of it. Some new sprouts are immature berry seedlings.
Suddenly howl!
At one end of this small tribe, many people fled in panic. A monster with many spikes appeared to hunt the humans here.
He roared, picked up the copperware that was being polished, raised his arms, and spit out some obscure syllables. The humans who were fleeing in a hurry were taken aback, and some hesitation stopped. Although still frightened, he no longer flees, but turns. He turned his head, picked up various stone knives and stone axes, and stared at the monster.
He blew a whistle.
Three extremely large, sharp claws fell from the sky like steel forged strange birds, and each bird was like a bull, falling beside him one after another, howling at the monster.
These three strange birds are exactly the ones that he hatched many years ago.
After the appearance of the three big birds, the human race was suddenly full of courage, gathered together to kill the monster, and finally, killed the invincible monster!
Everyone raised him, shouting high, very excited.
Time flies.
In a forest.
More than a dozen sturdy men, dressed in costumes made of monster fur and teeth, rode some kind of horse-like mounts, galloping in the forest.
Behind them, there are bronze spears, their horses, and wooden longbows. On their foreheads, there are characters drawn by a kind of paint. Compared with the barbarians and prehistoric surroundings, they are out of place, showing a kind of obedience. A breath that has never appeared before.
Speeding through the mountains and forests, the field of vision suddenly became wide. It was a river. Next to the river, there were many naked men, holding wooden sticks, looking dirty, ugly, and thin. There were more than a hundred people, but they After seeing these dozen sturdy men with bronze wares, they showed an extreme panic, very scary.
And these dozen knights looked at the hundred people with no expression on their faces, just scattered to the sides to make way.
A few wild animals, pulling a small wooden cart, came to the front.
A dozen stout men immediately jumped down and knelt on their sides.
On the wooden cart, it was him.
He is very old, his hair and beard are very long, and he is very white. He has lived to seventy years old. In this barbaric era, when the human race is only an average age of teenagers, he is almost regarded as a natural god. Come to worship, when he appeared, the only trace of resistance of the more than one hundred uncivilized, sickly and barbarous human races also dispersed, and they could only kneel down.
He walked in front of the leader of more than one hundred human races, stretched out a hand, gently stroked his forehead, showing a kind smile, and then handed two things to the leader.
A sword of pure copper.
And three plump and plump seeds.
The leader trembling hands, holding a sword and seeds, crying bitterly, and kissing the back of his instep.
The years are in a hurry.
He is almost a hundred years old!
Lying on the hospital bed, his breath became weaker and weaker.
In this stone house, there are many thick men wearing animal skins, holding iron weapons, and covering their bodies with scars.
On each of their foreheads, there is a character patterned with copper needles and paint, representing their tribe.
Everyone is a tribal leader.
There are hundreds of them.
They knelt on the ground, crying miserably.
And outside the room.
There are countless human races crying silently!
He was very calm, reaching out his hand to stroke the face of a child next to him, showing a contented smile.
The leaders of several tribes stepped forward and uttered a few words in uncommon syllables.
These few words, I don't know how many syllables before the epoch, but the inheritance in the bloodline, let Meng Fan understand.
"Please, leave something for us to worship."
He looked at several tribe leaders and opened his mouth.
"I am the same as you and should not be worshipped."
In a word, it's unremarkable.
All the leaders were dumbfounded.
the same……
"So..." a leader asked in a panic: "What are we?"
He was stunned suddenly.
Then stretched out a finger.
After dipping his saliva, he wrote a stroke on a rock next to it for holding food.
people.
The arm hangs down.
An Ran left.
The leaders cried bitterly, all the races cried bitterly, even the children of a few years old began to cry bitterly.
Finally, a leader wiped away his tears and picked up the stone, only to find that the text on the stone did not dissipate, but was printed in.
He picked up the stone, went outside the house, and held it up high.
Countless human races knelt down.
Worship.
His body began to shatter.
Like a stone, it turns into dust.
But after the dust, there is nothing left.
From the dust, a piece of illusory thing lifted up.
It is a touch of soul.
This soul should have dissipated between heaven and earth.
But because of the most pious worship and the most painful souvenir of countless human races, it did not disappear or disappear!
He escaped from the physical body, saw too many human races in the void, and also saw things that could not be seen with the naked eye.
In some of the laws that pervade the world, there is a trace of vitality that seems to be nothing!
He was excited like a child. He kept waving the hands of the spirit body, trying to grasp these laws and touch the vitality. He thought he had understood everything in the world and had insight into all the knowledge, but he suddenly discovered that, He was still so naive, and there were countless unknowns in this world. He was no longer safe, he began to miss the world, and then he also began to fear, because he suddenly discovered that under the power of those in the dark, his blood It's so weak, so vulnerable!
It seems that everything he has worked so hard to create will disappear in the blink of an eye! Obliterated by various forces!
So he turned his head and saw that among all the tribe, there was a woman whose eyes could insight into the law and vitality. He saw that this woman had just been pregnant, and that flesh and blood had not yet formed. He tried everything. Strength, let yourself, the only trace of soul, got into the woman's belly.
Ten months passed.
The Human Race is still worshiping him and still living according to the Tao he created. The Human Race has opened up wisdom, so even without him, it will continue to move forward and continue to challenge.
On this day, this woman gave birth to a child.
The moment the child was born, he didn't cry, but stood up with those tender feet. When everyone was surprised and dared not to stop, he walked back to the place where he died in his last life, stretched out his tender little hand and stroked it. A stone stele.
There is only one word on the stele.
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