Chapter 1308: Cangjie never reads books

"The owner said it was good!" said the stone. "These gods are very strong! The drought is only a natural fire, but it will be terrible to kill forever."
"You don't understand, it's not a problem of strong mana." Xiao Fei said: "My mana is not as good as Xuanyuan, but the under his hand, I am not afraid. But those gods will all be right. The Huaxia people have great merits. Everyone is a family and it doesn't make sense to fight."
"It turned out to be the case." Stone said: "Master, I still don't understand anything. You said that Xuanyuan Huangdi, why would you stage such a scene in the five elements of the wilderness? Men are reluctant to women, causing women to finally kill themselves... It should be a big event that is earth-shattering, but it is a trivial matter."
"Because Xuanyuan Huangdi is a person who is empathetic and righteous." Xiao Fei said: "And between men and women, it is related to the continuation of life. How can it be said that it is a small matter?"
When Xuanyuan was young, he once passed through Qingcheng Mountain and met a white fairy. The white fairy, whose name is called a woman, is beautiful, unparalleled in the world, and good at music. The fairy passed him a practice method. In the double-repair method, there are various sexual skills and various methods of cultivation.
"After learning, the Yellow Emperor will be able to defend the hundred women. That is to say, he can ... that one hundred women a day, and must also be a woman. In this way, he can not only improve his mana, but also It can make a woman's illness alive. He has only four wives on his face, but his wife is countless."
"Although he has countless women, it is good for everyone. Usually the most hateful man, so the world will appear."
"He actually has so many women!?" The stone was shocked.
"How else, how can China call the descendants of Yan and Huang? Because most of the children of the Huangdi tribe are his blood. He has twenty-five sons on the bright face, and the illegitimate children are countless. Almost all of the country. The children are all his. Except for some of the children of God, except for the Yandi tribe."
"Okay, don't say it. The ancestors' things, you know, you don't have to talk too much."
"Yeah." The stone nodded.
Soon, they stopped falling and came into contact with the field. I saw a yellow desert in the surrounding area, and the visibility was very low. The field of Huanglong is the land of the gods, and of course it is everywhere.
"Master, look, what is that?" The stone suddenly pointed at something.
Xiao Fei walked over and saw that there seemed to be a huge temple in front. There are no gods in the temple, and there are no other ornaments. Just in the middle there is a circular platform, surrounded by bluestone steps, surrounded by five rows of gossip. There is a case on the platform.
The incense, from the one above the gods, gives an ancient breath. This breath is very mellow, as if there is an infinite method.
"Is it a natural weapon to send such a strong natural atmosphere?" The stone met, excitedly said. "But like this magic weapon, I don't even dare to take it."
"Let's go and see it later."
After that, one big panda walked over. I saw nothing in the gods, not a great magic weapon, but a huge sand table.
The things in this sandbox are small sculptures, each of which is very beautiful. There are houses, pavilions and pavilions, small bridges, people, green hills, streams, and countless people.
The overall structure, like the Qingming River map, depicts a world.
In the sandbox, it is a world.
There is a large manor in the middle of the sand table, and the entire manor is built of wood tiles. The wood is golden silk, rich and magnificent. The tile is a glazed tile, just like the roof of the palace. It is only a few times smaller than the real palace. Because, it is just a sculpture.
Every piece of wood in the manor is so clear and has its own independent function. As if the manor was built by a skilled craftsman, there is not much more than one piece of wood. Every glazed tile is vividly visible, like the numerous fingernails arranged on the roof, row upon row.
Lifelike, skillful.
In the middle of the manor, there is a big garden.
There are pine bamboo, flowers and plants, small bridges, lotus ponds, rockeries, pavilions and pavilions in the garden... There are blooming lotus flowers in the lotus pond, and there are red tailed squid under the lotus flowers. The wild grass in the grass is full of wild flowers.
The manor sculptures are not very large, they are smaller, almost like a dust, but let people see every detail.
It seems that no matter how small they are, they are all living.
There is a nine-curve bridge above the lotus pond, which is connected to an octagonal pavilion. There is a stone table in the pavilion, and the two old people in the crown are playing chess there.
One dressed in a blue cloth, closed his eyes and raised his spirits, seemed to fall into thought. The opposite of the old man in the linen, with a smile, a hand sticking a black child, as if winning the ticket.
magnifier!
Xiao Fei pulled off a white hair from the stone and blew a scent into a magnifying glass. Putting the magnifying glass close to the two people, I found that the two people's looks are very realistic, as if they were alive. The clothes worn on the body can be seen even with a twine, and the layout of the pieces on the board can be seen.
"Where is this a group of sculptures, is it really true?" The stone touched the ripped place and said.
"I seem to know what I already know." Xiao Fei said.
Look closely at the pillars of the pavilion, which reads a couplet.
The couplet is like this: For thousands of years of Chinese civilization, Cangjie never studied.
"I like this sentence the most." Xiao Fei said: "In the past, Karen created music, Cangjie created Chinese characters, and ancestors raised silkworms, creating Chinese civilization, but they did not know that they never read books. They are all creators. There is no experience of the predecessors to learn, and there is no book in their time."
"The central idea of ​​this sentence is to create, not to learn! Huaxia is the creation of China, not the Huaxia of others. There is a kind of pride in it."
"In addition, I don't study, I specialize in creation. What is this realm, how free and easy?"
"The young master did not study, nor did he see much worse than others. The ancestors who created the words did not study. Now the middle school actually regards English as a compulsory course. It is really unknown."
Among all the courses, Xiao Fei hates English most, but it is still a must. So seeing this sentence, Xiao Fei has a sense of confidant.
(End of this chapter)