The sacrificial fire is burning.
Under the sun, it quietly blooms with warm light.
Under the altar, Feng Xi was holding a branch, squatting down, and carving something on the ground stroke by stroke.
"Brother, what is this?"
Xi poked her head over, tilted her head slightly, frowned, and asked.
Feng Xi's hand holding the branch paused, almost destroying the pattern he was carving. He carefully added the last stroke, then raised his head, with an inexplicable light shining in his eyes.
"This is... a person!"
"people?"
Xi was stunned, looking at the seemingly simple patterns on the ground, and then at Feng Xi, his eyes full of confusion and confusion.
It seems that in a young mind, it is difficult to equate the extremely simple pattern on the ground with people like myself and my brother.
"Yes, this is a human being!"
Feng Xi nodded and affirmed. He pointed to the pattern painted on the ground and continued,
"This is also what my brother plans to teach the tribe next!"
Having said this, Feng Xi paused.
"I call this... word!"
Feng Xi sighed in his heart as he spoke.
Character!
Let’s call the human-shaped pattern I drew on the ground a character.
However, in comparison, the characters in the future life have evolved over the years, and every word has written mysterious principles.
What I draw now is more like words than extremely simple patterns.
Make words!
Feng Xi wanted to do such a thing long before he received the Xinhuo inheritance, or even longer.
Civilization begins with fire and is formed with words!
Feng Xi wants the human race to make Feng Gun truly become a civilization. The words that have accumulated the power of civilization are absolutely indispensable!
A race that only relies on knotting ropes to remember events and relying on oral communication will never become the civilization Feng Xi wants to see.
That’s why he had to create characters!
If Feng Xi had done this before he became a divine envoy, he would have been treated as a child by his tribe.
But today is different from the past. He is already a divine envoy and has enough prestige to convince his tribe.
The tribes that had initially escaped from food poverty were gradually able to bear the seeds called "zi".
What is the word?
Perhaps Feng Xi would take it for granted in the future life, but in this life, he gradually understood the importance of words.
I even understand better that words are not unique to one person and can be carried. It is the spirit of a race and a civilization.
Pictograph, bronze inscription, large seal script, small seal script, regular script...
Various words that evolved over time from previous civilizations danced in Feng Xi's mind.
It's just that after careful consideration, Feng Xi did not choose the characters that had matured into a system in his mind, but chose the most primitive pictographic characters that were taken from all things in nature.
At the beginning of civilization, Feng Xi did not want to see his own civilization become the shadow of another civilization.
Feng Xi understood very well the horror of a mature civilization.
This has nothing to do with power or mystery, but the crushing of a civilization that has accumulated for thousands of years against a primitive civilization that is just a prototype.
Feng Xi could imagine that when he brought that civilization over, even if he only had a small part of it in his mind, the impact it would have on Feng Gun would be unimaginable.
Not to mention, what Feng Xi wants to create is a word that carries the core of civilization!
"Civilization should not become the continuation of another civilization!"
Feng Xi said to himself silently in his heart.
Only from the very beginning of seeds, taking root and sprouting little by little, and finally growing into towering trees, is the true meaning of inheritance.
…
"Character?"
Xi stared, glowing with doubt, her eyes flickered, and she suddenly became very interested.
Although she didn't know what the words in Feng Xi's mouth were and what they meant, it made her very interested in the "words" in Feng Xi's mouth.
"Brother, I want to learn too!"
"I want to learn this... word!" Xi's voice sounded excitedly.
She thought of the scene where Feng Xi once taught Amu, herself, and the tribesmen how to make fire.
In front of me, my elder brother is about to make something novel again.
"Okay!" Feng Xi heard this and nodded with a smile.
However, the next sentence made Xi Yan hang her head.
"But, before that, you have to understand, what exactly is a word?"
When Feng Xi saw this, he touched her head lovingly. He knew that Xi was just curious, so he said he wanted to learn calligraphy.
I even understand that Xi is probably just a temporary interest and will not last long.
However, Feng Xi will teach her step by step, from making fire to making characters... I hope she can grow step by step under his expectations until...
Just because Xi is the heir of the tribe.
And he...
Feng Xi shook his head, pulled back the thoughts that had spread out in his heart, and then began to speak slowly.
"Words are used to record what happens in our tribe!"
"What he said to us is one!"
…
"Woof!"
Following the barking of Fu Dou, Xi pulled Feng Xi and ran over.
"Xi, what are you doing?" Feng Xi heard this and walked over, looking at a leaf covering the ground. Looking at the mysterious Xi again, he couldn't help but ask.
"I'm making words!" Xi replied excitedly. She stretched out her little hand and pointed at the leaves on the ground.
"This is the word I made!"
When Feng Xi heard this, his face couldn't help but tremble. He glanced at the strange patterns that had been drawn on the ground around him without leaving any trace, and he couldn't help but want to stroke his brow.
At this time, he could finally understand firsthand the difficulties faced by those teachers in his previous life.
"Brother!"
I saw Xi peeling off the leaves, revealing the characters she had been busy creating for most of the day.
This is a crooked humanoid pattern, standing on top of a pattern that Feng Xi can vaguely guess after trying hard to identify it. It is... the pattern of a dog.
The two patterns were forcibly pieced together by Xi.
"This is Brother, this is Xiao Hei..." Xi pointed at the pattern on the ground, glanced at Feng Xi, then at the dazed Fu Dou, and said happily,
"Didn't Brother say that words are used for recording? This is what Xi thought of... The way Brother defeated Xiao Hei!"
"really!"
Feng Xi looked at the happy face and introduced the characters she made to herself, and thought to herself.
But then, Que Tingxi suddenly asked,
"Brother, what should the word I created be called?"
Hearing Xi's words, Feng Xi subconsciously wanted to shake his head and say that this cannot be a word, but when he saw Xi's hopeful eyes, his heart suddenly softened.
He nodded, turned his head, and began to carefully look at Xina's childish but emotional "words".
This is the shape of a human, and it is vaguely recognizable as a dog. They are combined together. Up and down, the human pattern is pressed on the dog pattern...
Feng Xi couldn't help but think of the scene when he defeated Fu Dou. Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind and he blurted out,
"Fuck!"
"Why don't we just call... Fu!"
