The Great Talisman

　　 Illness came like a mountain, and it went like a thread, and the old priest fell ill again.

　　 Yang Sanyang's eyes are full of helplessness. You said that you can stay alive when you are old. You just want to do things. You always think that you have a racial responsibility on your body. Wouldn't the world change without you?

　　 Drinking fish soup, Yang Sanyang scanned the vast snow with a pair of eyes, the sunny sun shining on the endless earth, bringing so much warmth.

　　 In his spare time on weekdays, Yang Sanyang is not only knitting hemp, but also weaving clothes.

　　 One day passed, and night fell, Yang Sanyang supported the burning old priest, poured the soup medicine in his hand, and then sighed, turned and walked into his house.

　　 There is no dream for a night. Although the primitive life is monotonous, it is not without fun.

　　 Wake up early in the morning, Yang Sanyang finished washing indoors, walked out of the house casually, and then was there in a daze. Looking at the empty space on the old sacrificial bed, Yang Sanyang was startled and couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition.

　　 walked quickly to the bed, the animal skin inside the bed was cold and not warm, indicating that the old priest had been away for a long time.

Scanning the whole cave, a group of primitive people are still sleeping lazily. Not everyone has the spirit of Yang Sanyang. They walked through the cave, but there is still no figure of the old priest. Yang Sanyang finally changed color. Without a word, with the biting cold wind, following the traces of yesterday, a path straight to the Vulcan altar.

　　 The old priest knelt there, holding a scepter in his hand, his forehead touching the ground and his body motionless.

　　 Yang Sanyang quickly stepped forward and held the old priest's arm. The place where he started was like an icy stone, with no half of the temperature. Yang Sanyang's heart trembled, and he slowly stretched out his hand to tremble under the old priest's nose, and after a long time he stretched out his hand and stuffed it into the old priest's chest.

　　 Finally, holding the pulse of the old sacrificial priest again, Yang Sanyang squatted there blankly, silent for a long time.

　　 No one knows what he is thinking!

died!

　　The old sacrifice is dead!

　　 and it's been a long time!

　　 He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart at this time.

　　The five flavors are mixed, hard to describe, and it seems that there is a piece of iron in his heart, making it difficult to speak.

　　 "Not sacred, but ants after all, there will be a day when it will be impossible to escape the reincarnation of life and death!" Yang Sanyang was moved by the obsession of the old priest, but he was more afraid of death.

　　 He has never been a person who can face life and death calmly, especially when he sees the cold body of the old priest, a panic rises in his heart:

　　 "Someday in the future, will I die in the same way as I am today? Or in other words, one day in the future, will I just disappear from the world like this silently?"

　　 I came gently, just like I walked gently, I waved my sleeves without taking away any clouds.

"Impossible! Impossible! Who am I Yang Sanyang? I am destined to stay in this world, and I am destined to live forever. How could I just leave quietly like the old sacrifice..." Yang Sanyang The body retreated, and then fell to the ground. He couldn't perceive the coldness of the soil, but at this moment, his head was full of rumbling sounds, as if the thunder was rolling blank.

In the past five years, there have never been old dead people in the tribe. The older primitive people in the tribe have become the bait for the beasts. Before they have time to die, they have become the Chinese food for the beasts, silently. Died in the wild.

　　 This is the first old man to die before his eyes! The high priest of the tribe with a superb position is responsible for the mission of communicating with the gods, which is of course different from the ordinary old apes.

　　 But, I still can't resist birth, old age, sickness and death. I can't let go of my obsessions. Illness and cold are combined, turning into a statue.

　　 He had an unprecedented fear of death, an unprecedented fear.

　　 is like there is an endless dark abyss, constantly approaching myself, wanting to swallow myself.

　　If you cannot become a god, you will die, you will die, and the female leader will die.

　　 Yang Sanyang was silent. He didn't know how he returned to the cave that day. He only remembered the noise in his ears. In a trance, a group of people lifted themselves and carried themselves back to the cave.

　　 Yeah discovered that Yang Sanyang was missing, and then followed the trail to find Yang Sanyang's body.

Slowly opened his eyes, Yang Sanyang took the fish soup that Ye gave, and sipped it into his abdomen, with divine light flowing in his eyes: "I will never admit defeat! I will never die like this, I must To become a god, I must live forever! Not only do I want to live forever, but also the female leader and Yah will also live forever with me."

　　 Yang Sanyang’s eyes gradually recovered their clarity, but since that day, he has become more lively as a whole, cherishes every day, and loves life and this world. Even the Cold Cretaceous period, which used to be very annoying in the past, has become another kind of scenery in his eyes, and he no longer feels lonely.

　　 Yang Sanyang is smiling, but the time he sleeps in the dark is getting shorter and shorter, and the time he spends rubbing hemp is getting longer and longer. He wants to use every day and will never leave any regrets on his body and waste his time in vain.

　　 There is a big horror between life and death. When he saw the death of a person familiar with him for the first time, the shock of that kind of horror was beyond words.

　　 Ye lay on the soft couch, looking at the figure under the lamp with sleepy eyes, Yang Sanyang slept more and more late, sitting under the lamp and rubbing numb all day long.

　　 Ye didn’t understand why Yang Sanyang didn’t like to sleep, but rubbed hemp all day.

　　 Numerous sesame seeds were rubbed together, and the price was that Yang Sanyang’s hands had layers of calluses. He carefully knitted the hemp rope and knit the sackcloth silently according to the procedures and techniques in his memory.

　　 Never waste every inch of life.

"Even if I die one day, I will leave something for this world..." Yang Sanyang lowered his eyebrows, and a little divine light appeared in his eyes: "Although the primitive people cannot read or speak, I Can teach them."

　　 Yang Sanyang picked up his own shovel, opened up a large space on the wall of the cave, and carved three thousand Chinese characters of the Han family.

　　 As for hieroglyphs?

　　 He really doesn't have that leisurely mind, and he can't create hieroglyphs.

　　 Three thousand square and square Chinese characters were carved on the stone cave by him. They did not cause any phenomena of heaven and earth, let alone any merit.

　　 "In the legend, Cangjie's writing was shocked by storms, ghosts and gods were crying, and there were boundless merits..." Yang Sanyang felt a little unbalanced.

　　 But after thinking about it, words just open up a humane civilization and do not contribute to heaven. It just strengthened the humanity.

　　Three thousand fonts, square and square, Yang Sanyang looked at the huge stone wall with a pair of eyes, pondered for a moment, and his fingers stretched out to leave marks on the wall.

Aberci’s E-Buddha song, and cola mona, I break the past...a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, y, j, k, l, m, n... .

Compared with the complicated 3,000 Chinese characters, the twenty-four letters are simpler. Half a month is enough for everyone to remember the pinyin. As long as you mark the 3,000 Chinese characters with pinyin, you will often lead people to recite Chinese characters in daily life. Explain the meaning of Chinese characters for everyone when speaking, and teaching by precept and example will one day be effective.

　　 Since that day, Yang Sanyang has had another task, while knitting linen clothes while guiding everyone to read the pinyin.

　　 Aboci’s Fore-Buddha Song, and Cola Mona...

When 　　 was impatient with the preparation of Mai, he went to mark the pinyin on the stone wall. In this cold and dry Cretaceous era, Yang Sanyang finally found a little meaning in life.

　　 However, Yang Sanyang thought so beautifully, the fact gave him a heavy blow.

　　 Pinyin is not so easy to read.

　　 is like a cat, it’s impossible to learn how to bark.

　　 "a~" Yang Sanyang said.

　　 "Wow~" The primitive people let out a cry.

　　 Yang Sanyang was silent, with black lines on his forehead, and said "Ah~" again

　　 "嗷~"

　　 "b~"

　　 "嗷~"

　　……

boom!

　　 Yang Sanyang dropped the shovel in his hand, turned around to weave the linen, leaving a group of primitive people with innocent faces, looking at each other at a loss, like children who have done something wrong.

　　 teaches this group of primitive people, just like later parents educate bear children, they all have the heart to kill.

　　No matter what Yang Sanyang taught, these guys just couldn't make the correct tone, they still had that kind of ‘Oh~’. They hated Yang Sanyang’s teeth. It’s obviously very simple pinyin, why can’t everyone shout?

　　 "a!!!" Yang Sanyang stared at a group of primitive people, the tone of the words began to change, and his voice was full of murderous aura.

　　 "嗷~"

　　 Yang Sanyang vomited blood and three liters~www.wuxiahere.com~ At this moment, a familiar tone came. Although it was not standard, it appeared to be particularly eye-catching among the countless ‘Oh~’.

　　 Yang Sanyang turned his head abruptly. He saw that, this clever primitive man was pronouncing ‘a~’, and his pair of grape-like eyes were staring at Yang Sanyang.

　　 Yang Sanyang was in ecstasy, and for an instant there was an old tearful feeling, he suddenly stepped forward and hugged Ye, unspeakably gratified.

　　Hometown sound! Unspeakable kind.

　　 As for the group of primitive people, looking at their absent-minded appearance, Yang Sanyang knew that these guys were already annoying.

　　"Dial~"

　　 Yang Sanyang pointed to the second letter and looked at it with expectation, but it was a pity that he couldn't learn it again.

　　 "Something's wrong~" Yang Sanyang picked up the sackcloth, continued to weave the linen, and scanned a group of primitive people. His eyes were full of contemplation. For something as simple as pinyin, everyone had no idea and could not come out.

　　 If you say that everyone can't remember that it's possible, but if you can't pronounce it with your own pronunciation, it's a bit weird.

"Unless...These primitive people have not yet evolved, and the speech function has not been stimulated..." He suddenly thought of the children in later generations living with savages. After missing the age of opening the language, he could no longer speak, and missed the speech. Opportunity.

　　 Could it be the cause here?