The Great Talisman

"I only hope that the mountains and rivers in this life are calm, and the human race is still there!" Ye muttered in Yang Sanyang's arms, Yang Sanyang hugged Ye, standing alone in the moonlight and looking towards the sky, the whole person fell silent, as if covered with a layer of silver. Yarn, countless silver yarns were swallowed by it.

"Where is the origin of the dragon? Since you dare to break into the Vulcan's territory, it must not be mundane!" Yang Sanyang thought in his heart, feeling the steady breathing of Ye in his arms, slowly holding Ye to the bedside, slowing it down Slowly put it on the bed, and then sat alone under the moon thinking.

After thinking about it for a long time, it was to no avail. Yang Sanyang scratched his hair: "The key is still the divine language. If I learn the divine language, I might be able to communicate with the flood dragon. When the time comes, any misunderstandings between the two sides can be solved, and the province can kill each other like this. , I don’t like killing either."

Yang Sanyang curled his mouth, his eyes showed solemn light, and then took out the'holding talisman' and looked at it under the moonlight. The jade talisman was no more than a palm, and the chaotic air flow on it turned, and the whole jade talisman shone with a hazy rhyme, which seemed to transform into The crystal clear carved jewelry.

The two runes on it were mysterious and unpredictable, and he couldn't understand it. After trying for a long time, he didn't know what to do, so he kept the talisman close to his body. Although this treasure could not see the way, he might have a chance to ask when he wakes up in the future. exactly.

Under the moonlight, Yang Sanyang recited the "Tao Te Ching" silently, and the power of the Great Dao flowed down, unexpectedly echoing the talisman. The two sides had a reaction. One-thousandth of the power of the Dao was stolen by the talisman and incorporated into the Talisman. in.

　　 second day

　　 Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked towards the sky, sweeping across the vast sky, the whole tribe was full of vitality, he was thinking about one thing, a very important thing.

　　 "Pan! Pan! Pan!" Just as Yang Sanyang stood meditating under the morning sun, a thick male voice came from a distance, and he galloped all the way, panting in front of Yang Sanyang.

　　 "Are you talking?" Yang Sanyang was taken aback, looking at Yong, with a touch of joy in his eyes.

"I can finally talk now, I can finally talk! I can also communicate with you in the future. The heart medicine of the Flood Dragon last night is very effective. After swallowing it, I feel uncomfortable in my throat. Who knows that I woke up this morning. You can speak directly." Yong's voice was full of joy. His voice is that kind of thick male voice, sounding like a mountain, and he feels reliable.

"Since you have spoken, my mother is afraid that it won't be much worse, so I should speak too!" Yang Sanyang felt a little unsure. In the past few years, the blood of various geniuses and beasts has caused the two to eat a lot, but they are only qualified. Really dull and unbearable, it is extremely difficult to learn to speak.

　　 Yong learned to speak today, and yesterday's Jiaolong heart was not in vain.

　　 Before Yang Sanyang waited long, he heard a panting voice. The female leader ran out of the cave, her eyes full of joy: "Pan, I learned to speak! I learned to speak!"

　　 The female leader danced with excitement. She didn't know where to put her hands, and there was a touch of excitement in her eyes.

　　 Yang Sanyang smiled upon hearing the words: "Congratulations to mother and brother, today we learned how to speak, it will be much easier for us to communicate in the future, and there will be no more obstacles."

"It's a great joy for the leader to speak with Yongxue today. We should celebrate!" Ye walked out of the house with joy, with joy in his eyes: "Yesterday there was still a lot of dragon meat left, and there was a bonfire meeting today. The whole tribe celebrated it."

I don’t know when it started. Learning to speak has become a symbol of privilege in the entire tribe. Since the female leader and the courage to learn to speak, the whole tribe has gained a new ethos. Regardless of men, women, young or old, they start to learn to speak when there is nothing to do. Henggu couldn't say it before he opened, and he had to hum a few times, hoping to open his mind one day.

"Hanggu!" Yang Sanyang sat in the bonfire meeting, eating barbecue without hesitation, his eyes showed a little divine light: "The evolution of the race requires a process, this can't be asked... and I didn't help everyone. The means of refining horizontal bones."

　　 took out the Baolian Lantern and watched it for a while. The previous battle was not damaged at all. Yang Sanyang just breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed a pensive look.

Days and nights passed in the carnival. On the second day, Yang Sanyang took out the dragon’s teeth and began to polish them. The dragon’s teeth were indestructible, and ordinary iron stones could not be worn at all. Fortunately, the flint drill replaced the role of the grindstone. Under the action of the grindstone, the layers of powder are continuously rubbed off.

　　Half a day's work, a dagger was sharpened, and then the word ‘ye’ was carefully engraved with a spade. After choosing a section of iron tree as the scabbard, he called out to the house: "Yeah, come out."

　　 "What's the matter?" Yeah walked out of the room with sleepy eyes, looking at Yang Sanyang who was sitting on the fishing platform.

　　 "Give it to you, this is made with dragon teeth, and will be handed over to you to defend yourself in the future." Yang Sanyang shook the dagger in the air.

　　 "Give it to me?" Ye suddenly lost sleep, and suddenly rushed forward, grabbing the dagger in Yang Sanyang's hand.

　　 "Do you like it?" Yang Sanyang said with a smile.

　　 The dagger came out of its sheath, and the air was cut open. Yeah's eyes showed a touch of exclamation: "What a sharp dagger, this is for Yeah, of course I am happy."

　　 Ye played with the dagger, then cautiously kicked the dagger into his arms, showing a sweet smile, pounced on Yang Sanyang, and began to tear it up: "It's really the best for me, I want to give birth to a baby."

　　 Yang Sanyang is a little bit ashamed, how can a girl talk about having a baby all day?

　　 The most important thing is that my body that I have held back for more than 300 years seems to have a problem, and I actually reacted to Yeah, feeling the torn of Yeah, and involuntarily swelled somewhere.

　　How can this work?

　　 Yang Sanyang quickly pushed Ye away, and stood up calmly: "Yeah, I suddenly remembered that I need to deal with something. You should prepare breakfast first."

　　 After speaking, Yang Sanyang hurriedly left. He didn't know if he had been in contact with Ye for too long, and his resistance to Ye was getting weaker and weaker.

　　 "Pan~" Yeah shouted at Yang Sanyang's back, and a touch of sadness appeared in his eyes. After a long silence, he took out the dagger and stroked it for a while, then walked into the room to prepare breakfast.

"A woman is such a terrible animal!" Yang Sanyang turned to look at the room behind him with lingering fear, walked to the edge of the pond and wiped his red cheeks with the stream, a wry smile appeared in his eyes: "I must become a fairy in this life! Must live forever!"

　　If you succeed, you will live forever, and if you fail, you will turn into dust. Just dissipate in the great world without leaving any traces. He doesn't want to leave traces in this world. Isn't it ridiculous that a loser leaves traces?

Holding Golden Crow's hair in his hand, Yang Sanyang pondered for a long time by himself, and then slowly sighed: "Divine texts are too difficult. For three hundred years, I have not even learned a single divine text. Divine texts are unpredictable. Write down a change, and then when this rune reappears, I don’t know what year it was."

　　Think about it, a divine text has 129,600 kinds of profound meaning, what can he do?

　　 can't be recited by rote at all?

　　 Profound meaning is not a word. As long as you memorize it by rote, there is always hope that you can memorize it. This thing is a kind of change and artistic conception that needs to be understood. If you understand it, you will understand. Where is it so easy to recite?

"Do I really want to stay here in this life? Or put my hope on Bai Ze? Bai Ze is a congenital animal with a long life span. When I wake up for thousands of years, I will have turned into a dead bone. All rest!" Yang Sanyang inserted the feathers into the hair behind his back, and his eyes showed solemnity: "What should I do? What should I do?"

"The human race is already stable, I can't stay here, sit and wait for death. I must take the initiative to go out looking for opportunities, I must take the initiative to look for the glimmer of life!" Yang Sanyang showed a solemn eyes, and slowly clenched his fists: " I can't stay here, I must take the initiative."

　　 He has made up his mind to walk out of the wilderness, look for the place where Fuze is ~www.wuxiahere.com~, and then ask for a chance.

　　 Yang Sanyang looked at the fish in the pond. Although he swims leisurely, he will eventually become a Chinese food for humans.

"Hey, tortoise..." Yang Sanyang suddenly saw a tortoise crawling under his feet, and then his gaze fell on the tortoise shell, a pair of eyes fixed on the tortoise shell, a flash of light flashed across like lightning. His mind opened up in an instant, and his brain was blank.

　　 After a long time, his stiff body gradually eased, Yang Sanyang suddenly stretched out his hand to catch the little tortoise, shocked that the little tortoise shrank into the shell, unable to move.

　　 Yang Sanyang had no words, just a pair of eyes staring at the shell in his hands: "Gossip! As a later generation, how can I forget the innate gossip!"

"The innate gossip represents the change of heaven and earth, and it is an incredible power. If I can create innate gossip, I can predict the past and fortune the future. The heavens and all things in the sky and the earth are just in a single thought!" As if thunder struck through the void, a dignified light appeared in his eyes: "How can I be so stupid that I even forgot the innate gossip. The innate gossip is the most practical and most useful one among the countless golden fingers."

　　 Life and death, misfortune, good fortune and avoiding evil are all in his grasp.

　　 If you can dig into the power of innate gossip, where can you find the vast world including the endless wilderness?

　　The power of a prophet is the envy of all creatures.

　　 "Gossip! Gossip!" Yang Sanyang grabbed the tortoise, sitting by the pond and had a nightmare, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth, sitting there blankly for a long time without saying a word.

　　 "Pan, have dinner!" Yeah's voice came, awakening Yang Sanyang in thought.

　　Ps: The real turning point of this book has begun.