My Twenty-four Heavens

　　 "Xuanyuanjian should be regarded as a test. If Fuxi can't understand the words above, then he and his tribe are doomed to perish."

　　 "However, the development of civilization is never an overnight process... Ding Ding, adjust the flow of time in the Primordial Realm to one day and one hundred years."

　　 After going to the toilet, Zhang Tong lay on the bed refreshedly and looked at Fuxi, who returned to the tribe but had to follow the tribe to flee again because of his weakness. Zhang Tong shook his head.

　　 However, Qi Ling did not respond in the first time as usual.

　　 Zhang Tong frowned slightly, then laughed blankly:

　　 "Since you like Ding Ding so much, you will be called Ding Ding from today."

　　 "A primitive person can have his own name, how can you as a tool lag behind others."

Ding!

　　 "As you wish, my master."

　　 This time the Qi Ling Ding Ding finally reacted, and at the same time everything in the Primordial Realm began to proceed at an incredible speed as if the fast forward button was pressed.

　　 Under the time flow of one day and one hundred years, even Zhang Tong could not see clearly what happened in the realm of Primordial Beginning from the outside world.

　　 Every second is the alternation of the sun and the moon, and every minute has vicissitudes of life.

　　 After watching the blurry picture for a while because of the mighty power of time, Zhang Tong yawned, and after a simple wash, he soon fell asleep.

　　...

　　 Early the next morning, because of early going to bed, when the genius was overwhelming, Zhang Tong got up.

　　 "Ding Ding, I want to know what the primitive people of the Primordial Realm experienced last night, and whether they have developed their own civilization."

　　 Zhang Tong, who didn't want to get up, just half-squinted his eyes and said to the bracelet on his wrist.

　　 The next moment, a brief history of the fifty years of the Taichu realm, appeared in front of Zhang Tong's eyes like a movie.

　　 He saw that Fuxi, who had brought back Xuanyuan Sword, had to follow the tribe to abandon his original homeland and march towards the unknown.

　　 In the process of wandering, Fuxi’s tribe still lived a life of rumouring and drinking blood.

　　 But in this process, Fuxi only spent a month, and through repeated observations, he understood the meaning of the symbols that the people of the tribe could not understand.

　　 In Fuxi's understanding, each of those symbols represents a different meaning, and when combined, they can become a language for recording information.

　　 He called these symbols text!

　　Understanding the greatness of words, Fuxi seemed to be stupid on the way to escape, with all those words in his mind.

　　 He kept observing everything in the world, comparing it with the words, and it took him more than a year to finally master all the words.

　　 "The word human... represents our race."

　　 "From today, we are the human race!"

　　 After mastering the meaning of words, Fu Xi, who is not so complicated, taught words to everyone in the tribe.

　　 And because of the mysterious knowledge recorded in the text, Fuxi's tribe finally ushered in the dawn of civilization.

　　According to the knowledge recorded on Xuanyuan Sword, the people of the tribe finally learned to drill wood to make fire after constant attempts.

　　 Flame can cook food, flame can bring light and warmth, flame can drive away beasts at night...

　　 The primitive people who mastered the fire finally had the power to protect themselves initially.

　　 And the primitive man who fumbled out to make fire by drilling wood has been called Suiren by the people from then on.

　　 Flame is the origin of civilization!

　　 Under the protection of the flame, the wandering primitive people can finally have a rest. They chose a safe place close to the water source and stopped their wandering pace.

　　 In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

　　 Young Fuxi grew up, holding the Xuanyuan sword, he became the most powerful and brave warrior in the tribe.

　　 The invincible holy sword allows him to easily slay the beasts that come and protect his ethnic group.

　　 In the shelter of the flame and the holy sword, a tribe member suddenly gave birth to an idea.

　　 Wild animals live in caves, birds live in bird nests, and even the weakest ants have a hiding place underground.

　　 Then, as human beings with wisdom, where should we live?

　　 With such questions and thoughts, You Nest kept observing nature, and finally learned how to make simple houses out of trees.

　　 Since then, the human race has its own place to shelter, and this race has the name You Nest.

　　 After the second ten years, Fuxi is over 20 years old.

　　 The existence of civilization has made his evolution more perfect. He has become majestic and tall, and his hair is much less.

　　 The civilization and wisdom recorded on the Xuanyuan Sword were completely understood by Fuxi.

　　He led the tribe, and according to the records on Xuanyuanjian, opened a new era-the era of farming and animal husbandry!

　　 simple wooden houses, rough fields, domesticated wild wolves... everything makes Fuxi’s tribe a civilized tribe.

　　 For this leader who led the tribe from barbarism to civilization, the tribe people think he is as great as the heavens, and call him the emperor.

　　 Emperor Fuxi was humble and wise, always in awe of the existence of nature.

　　 He clearly knew that civilization should be like Xuanyuan Sword, to be recorded and passed on. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 So he used the words learned from Xuanyuan Sword to record everything about their civilization on the bone armor.

　　 In order to get more food, Fuxi invented a fishing net that can harvest a lot of fish food.

　　 He also ended the long-term primitive group marriage state, advocated the wedding custom of men beseeching women to marry, and ended the inbreeding brought about by primitive desire.

　　The musical instrument he invented allows people of the tribe to express their emotions with music and cultivate human sentiment.

　　 At the same time, he also had his own offspring. They inherited Fuxi's burly and wisdom, and they are the hope of the tribe's continuation.

　　 Ten years of time passed in a flash, and Fuxi, who was in his thirties, ushered in his old age.

　　 The hero who once led his tribe from barbarism to civilization is about to come to the end of his life.

　　 In the wooden house illuminated by flames, the light dispelled the cold and location of the night.

　　 Fuxi sat calmly on a chair covered with beast fur and looked at the giant beast heads hanging on the wall, his eyes calm and distant.

　　 In the whole room, everything seems to be the epitome of his life-unyielding and fighting!

　　 Muddy eyes carefully scanned each item, and every time I saw an item, it was accompanied by a memory.

　　His life has been brilliant enough.

　　 He realized his childhood dream, and step by step led his tribe to fight against heaven and earth and fierce beasts from the blood and blood, and finally established his own civilization.

　　 The night is no longer full of fear, and the beast is no longer irresistible.

　　 All of this is the result of civilization.

　　 Like caressing a lover, he slowly stroked the golden Xuanyuan sword that had remained golden after thirty years, and Fuxi smiled.

　　 He is satisfied enough.