After Li Song left Xuanmu Island, for the sake of convenience, he turned into an ordinary Taoist look. He only walked around the prehistoric world and learned about the customs and customs, which was also a pleasure to enjoy.

On this day, he came to a tribal village and saw more than a dozen children playing together. Li Song looked strange, but saw a young man in the middle wearing ragged clothes and thin face, muttering to himself, sometimes looking at the sky and sometimes looking at the ground, and was writing and painting on the ground with a stick. It was vaguely visible that he looked like a little bird.

Li Song asked a child next to him and said, "Who is this person? What are you doing?"

The child clapped his hands and smiled, "This person's name is Cangjie, he is a madman. He goes crazy here every day, which is very fun!" After saying that, he jumped with his companion next to him, and shouted, "Crazy Cangjie, Cangjie's madman!"

Cangjie seemed to have not heard it, and he just continued to write and draw on his own, but he also drew a fish.

Li Song was shocked when he heard the man's name was Cangjie and thought to himself that this was the ancestor of human characters. Looking at the children who clapped and joked, he sighed in his heart that the so-called "high and low" and "high" are too cold. Every invention that changed the process of human beings was either born in an accident or was published in an uncomprehensible manner. Later generations of square Chinese characters were popular in the world and continued for thousands of years of civilization. But who knew that the ancestor of Chinese characters was called a madman?

Li Song was moved and squatted down and wrote the word "bird" next to the bird drawn by Cangjie on the ground in oracle bones, and then wrote the word "fish" next to the fish drawn by Cangjie. Then he stayed there quietly.

Cangjie suffered a lot of pain in order to create characters. Some mocked people and some sympathized people. He had long been accustomed to it. When he saw Li Song comparing with paintings next to him, he didn't care. He just ignored it. However, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the words "bird" and "fish". When he saw Li Song's "bird" and "fish" were full of pearls and jade, and his strokes were simple, which was not comparable to those two tilted and slanted pictures he drew.

Cangjie only wrote the words "bird" and "fish" with the branches on his hand, and then closed his eyes and pondered for a while. When he opened his eyes, he burst into tears and bowed to Li Song: "The Taoist Master is really a master! The people in the prehistoric world will always remember the Taoist Master's great kindness and virtue!"

Suddenly, Cangjie broke the branch in his hand with a "pop", and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. He cried to the sky: "It's a pity that I, Cangjie, have worked hard to create characters for more than 20 years, but in the end I don't know that there have been fonts in the world. What's the use of leaving this pen to create characters?"

Cangjie was about to throw out the broken branch in his hand, but he fell down straight. It turned out that Cangjie had tried his best to create it for the past twenty years, but at this moment he only thought that he had done useless work and left a laughing stock in the world. When his mind was inspiration, he fainted!

When the children watching the scene saw this, they scattered. Li Song was ashamed and thought that he relied on what he learned in later generations. Although he wanted to mention Cangjie, he was still suspected of showing off. Unexpectedly, he was backfired at this moment, which made Cangjie feel discouraged and lazy. He thought that if he was Cangjie, he would have done this way. He also thought that if the act of creating characters was delayed, he might be the most miserable sinner of the human race.

Li Song hurriedly waved a stream of Jiamu green energy towards Cangjie to protect his mind. Jiamu green energy was an opportunity for growth. At this moment, Li Song used it again, and Cangjie woke up slowly!

Cangjie only felt that his energy was better than before. He knew Li Song's power, but he said pale: "Why should Taoist Master save me?"

Li Song said, "Where are you living in your home, do you have other family members?"

Cangjie was shocked when he heard this, and then stood up and bowed to Li Song and said, "I would like to thank the Taoist priest for reminding me that there is an elderly mother in Cangjie's family that needs to be raised, but he dare not commit suicide!"

Li Song thought it was okay, but he said to Cangjie: "Can I go to your house to sit?"

Cangjie said: "The Taoist priest is very talented, Cangjie cannot ask for it, but his family is simple, and I am afraid he will be the Taoist priest's Dharma Master!" Although Cangjie had just replied from the pain and could not completely let go of it all at once, he was an open-minded person after all. He thought that he could not create a word, and it would be good to be able to learn!

Cangjie took Li Song back to the house, but he saw a wooden thatched house built under a big tree, which was extremely simple. At the door was an old white-haired lady sitting with a crutch, looking forward to it.

Cangjie stepped forward to support the old lady and said politely: "My mother is good, Cangjie is unfilial, but you have caused you to suffer. This Taoist priest is aware of Cangjie."

When the old lady heard this, she hurriedly asked Li Song to sit in the house. Seeing the old lady staggering, Li Song thought to himself that she would not live long, so she sighed secretly.

When he came into the house, he saw only one bed, one table and two chairs in the house, and some thatch was spread out at the foot of the wall. It was thought that it was where Cangjie was sleeping. Li Song saw another portrait of himself hanging on the wall, and the incense grey was very fresh below. He thought that the mother and son did not cover their stomachs and their clothes were not covered, but they still did not forget to sacrifice. He was really ashamed of it.

Cangjie saw Li Song coming in and staring at the portrait of the Holy Father on the wall in a daze. He thought that the portrait of the Holy Father and the Holy Mother protector was one in every household in the prehistoric world, but there was nothing strange about it! Suddenly, he thought about the stroke that Li Song used to write on the ground at that time, which was not the shape of the pine-handled reincarnation stick on the portrait? Yes, besides the Holy Father, who else could write two fonts that he could not write for twenty years? Cangjie was also a very smart person, otherwise how could he do the creation of characters. He thought clearly and hurriedly knelt down with a "thump" and bowed down, saying, "Cangjie didn't know that the Holy Father was coming, long live the Holy Father, and in the reckless place, please don't remember the villain's faults!"

A burst of blue smoke flashed by, but Li Song replied to his original appearance. The old lady was moved to tears when she saw the Holy Father descending to earth. She was so nervous that she wanted to kneel down and salute. How could Li Song accept it? Just a stream of Jiamu green air waved towards the old lady. The old lady couldn't kneel down and could only shout: "Long live the Holy Father!"

Li Song said: "I saw that you didn't have much time, but I thought you had worked hard to help Cangjie, but I didn't enjoy a stable day, so I extended your life for twenty years!"

After getting Li Song Jiamu Qing's anger, the old lady felt light and refreshed. She is now vulgar living conditions in the prehistoric world. Ordinary people are about to die at the age of thirty or forty. She is always worried. Li Song waved his hand and gave him twenty years of stable life. How could he not be happy? Cangjie was very filial to his mother. In the past ten years, he ignored her mother because of her calligraphy. She was very regretful. At this moment, she was also very happy and came over to support the old lady and thanked Li Song.

Li Song said to Cangjie: "You don't have to misunderstand. Now there are no fonts for the people in the prehistoric world. I also read your actions to create characters. I wrote the words "bird" and "fish". But I don't know the rest. Creating characters is to educate the people of the prehistoric world and make contributions and eternal times. Don't give up. You should continue to create those unfinished characters! If you don't understand, please ask me!"

After Cangjie knew that the person who is the Holy Father was, he had already accepted the fact calmly. At this moment, he heard Li Song saying that there was no font in the prehistoric world. He didn't think about it, but he felt that the flames of ideals were burning again. When he heard Li Song say that he had something to be asked about, he secretly said that there was a word from the Holy Father, but he had succeeded in making the word. However, he heard Li Song's words meant to accept himself as his disciple, but he thought that the Holy Father was above all else, and how could he dare to call him a teacher by a mortal, and he looked at Li Song with confusion.

But when he saw Li Song smiling at him, Cangjie suddenly lost his worries, and fell to the ground, performing the three-kneel and nine-kneel ceremony and said, "Teacher is here, please accept a prayer from my disciple Cangjie!"

Li Song waved a stream of innate Jiamu essence into Cangjie and said, "Get up, just be the sixth disciple of my Xuanmu Island. You will know the situation in the sect in the future!" He stretched out his hand and the two branches that were broken by Cangjie flew over. Li Song brushed the two branches with his hand, secretly inputting a stream of innate Jiamu green energy, and said, "Get up!" The two branches were immediately connected together, turning into a pointed and round one like a pencil in later generations.

Li Song handed the branch to Cangjie and said, "This thing is called the Spring and Autumn Pen. It is now the realm of spiritual treasures. In the future, it will help you achieve the achievements of creating characters, and its realm will naturally improve."

Cangjie kowtowed and thanked him for his gratitude. Li Song said to Cangjie and his son: "You can follow me to Xuanmu Island. First, you can take care of you to avoid the trouble of running around. Second, you can make Cangjie feel at ease to create characters and achieve success as soon as possible!"
Chapter completed!