At this time, Mu Qing came back with the clan members who had gone out, dragging bamboos one by one.
Seeing the state of everyone, Mu Qing was a little confused and asked, "What's wrong with everyone?"
Yan Lin curled her lips and said, "Wushu said that he wants to teach us how to understand witchcraft."
"Shaman?"
Mu Qing frowned, turned to Yang Cheng, and said solemnly: "Wu, I don't think you should give everyone Wu Wen. Wu Wen is precious and the most important thing for Wu, and you teach it to everyone." Everyone, everyone can’t learn it.”
Witchcraft is a kind of mysterious knowledge. It is difficult to learn without the talent of becoming a witch.
Just like Mu Qing, he had learned shamanism from the footsteps of his previous shaman. After studying for a month, he didn't even have a preliminary grasp of it.
The witchcraft that followed was even more unpredictable, and in the end Mu Qing had no choice but to give up.
Therefore, when he heard that Yang Cheng planned to teach Wuwen to everyone, Mu Qing hurriedly persuaded everyone that it would be a waste of time if they couldn't learn it and didn't speak it.
Knowing that Mu Qing had misunderstood, Yang Cheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Mu Qing, you are wrong. I am not teaching witchcraft to everyone, but another kind of writing that everyone can learn."
"Writing?" Mu Qing was stunned, and then his face showed deep joy and disbelief: "Wu, what did you just say, is another kind of writing? Wu, you know another kind of writing?"
"Yes, it is a writing that everyone can learn." Yang Cheng emphasized his tone.
"Great! It's so good!"
Mu Qing was very excited, his eyes gradually brightened, and he looked at Yang Cheng with enthusiasm.
As an old man in the tribe, and still a long time behind his predecessor.
Mu Qing received far more secrets than other people in the Qingque tribe.
Mu Qing knew that in some large tribes, in addition to having many people who knew shaman writing, the large tribes also had their own writing.
And now the witch says he knows other words, based on the reaction and last words of the last witch before his death.
The witch must be from a big tribe!
Therefore, he was able to make fire without using witchcraft, and he thought of using bamboo to bring water to the tribe!
Mu Qing was extremely happy at this moment. What a wise decision it was to choose Yang Chenglai to be the shaman of the Qingque tribe!
Yan Lin next to her saw Mu Qing's sudden excitement and was a little puzzled.
"Mu Qing, what's wrong with you?" Yan Lin asked.
Her voice woke up Mu Qing, who was extremely excited and was imagining that the Qingque tribe would become the largest tribe in the wilderness, and that all the small tribes would come to respect and worship him.
Mu Qing came back to his senses, wiped the saliva from his mouth, turned around and said hurriedly: "Study, you must learn, every clan member must learn writing?"
"Huh? Why? Learning Wuwen is so tiring? I don't want to learn..."
Yan Lin didn't have time to wonder about Mu Qing's sudden firm attitude. She just felt a headache and complained when she heard that she wanted to learn writing.
Fortunately, he and his opponent agreed on the same idea again, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, learning witchcraft is very tiring, and I don't have the talent to become a witch. I might as well become a totem warrior and go out to hunt in the wild and fight with ferocious beasts. It’s a pleasure.”
Although the other tribesmen did not speak, their faces showed that they all had the same thoughts.
They would rather work and fight ferocious beasts than learn witchcraft!
Can't you learn?
Why waste that time?
And there are witches and shamans who can protect the tribe.
Seeing everyone's attitude, Mu Qing felt anxious!
He wished he could tie them all up with sticks, tie them to a tree and whip them severely!
Do you know what you are doing?
You are wasting your opportunity! Waste the opportunity for our Qingque Tribe to become a big tribe!
"Oh... you..." Mu Qing was anxious to start scolding everyone.
However, a hand patted Mu Qing's shoulder.
Yang Cheng walked out from behind Mu Qing and said with a smile: "I think everyone has misunderstood. Let me say it again, I am not teaching you witchcraft, but teaching you another kind of writing. This kind of writing is easy to learn. Everyone You’ll know it at a glance.”
At this moment, everyone heard Yang Cheng's words again, and they couldn't help but feel curious, but they also had some murmurs.
Another text?
Will you know it at a glance?
"Yan Lin, bring me a small wooden stick." Yang Cheng said.
"Okay, Wu."
Yan Lin quickly brought a small wooden stick.
Yang Cheng searched on the ground and found a piece of sand. He first smoothed the sand with a wooden stick, and then used the wooden stick to draw patterns on it.
He stood up and asked, "I wrote a word. Guess what this word means?"
After hearing this, everyone stared at the pattern drawn by Yang Cheng and began to speculate.
I saw that this character has a head and a tail. The head is round, the tail is hook-shaped, and there are two small fans in the middle.
At first, everyone looked at it for a while, not knowing what to guess. Everyone said their own things, and there were many things to say.
Yang Cheng reminded: "Everyone guesses based on the shape."
Now, someone finally had a clue.
"This is...a bird?" Cangshi guessed, somewhat unsure.
Yang Cheng did not answer, but with a smile on his face, he asked the others: "What do you think?"
"It seems to be just like what my father said, Wu. I also guess the word is 'bird'." Xing nodded.
"Hmm, it looks like a bird flying in the sky."
"It looks like it."
…
Everyone finally agreed that the word Yang Cheng drew on the sand was "bird."
"Wu, please tell us quickly, is it a 'bird'?" Yan Lin picked up Yang Cheng's arm and shook it.
Yang Cheng smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, everyone guessed it right, this character means 'bird'."
"Wow, you guessed it right!"
Everyone cheered, excited, as if they had done something great.
"Come on, let's guess what this word is?"
Yang Cheng drew another pattern on the ground.
This time the pattern is very simple, just three curved waves.
"Witch, I know, I know, this is 'water'!"
As soon as Yang Cheng finished painting, Xing jumped up and shouted hurriedly.
"That's right, Xing is awesome, you got the answer right!" Yang Cheng nodded and praised.
"hey-hey."
Xing was so excited after being praised by Yang Cheng, a succubus-like tail wagging back and forth.
"Hmph!" Yan Lin was unhappy and urged: "Wu, please draw the next one quickly, I want to guess!"
"Okay, what do you think this is?"
"Mountain! This is a mountain!"
"Not bad, Yan Lin is great, what about this one?"
"This is the sun, round with a dot in the middle!"
"Well, Xing, you're not bad, come on, let's continue guessing the next one..."
After praising him, Yang Cheng took a wooden stick and drew another pattern on the sand.
