Reborn Primitive Age

Chapter 408

In the Qingyang Bookstore, Gongliang wrote down the words and meanings of the Eastern lands taught by the old Confucian.

Mi Gu sat next to the papa, lying on a small table with a small brush, writing and drawing non-stop.

Every few times she wrote, she raised her head and twisted her buttocks, as if there were nails piercing her, then turned her head to look at Papa, and found that Papa was still doing something, then picked up a small brush and lay down on the table to write draw.Just a moment later, the little guy reverted to his old ways, twisted his buttocks and looked around again, without a moment of peace.

Beside her, Yuan Gungun is also writing with a brush.

Its characters are not like Migu, crawling like snake-shaped insects, crooked and messy.

At a cursory glance, there is a gentle and delicate air rushing towards his face.

If you look carefully, the words written by it are as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water; they are also like a phoenix flying together, with a very aura.Looking at its serious and conscientious writing, those who didn't know it thought that the person who was writing with the pen was a gentle and pleasant lady, and even if you were killed, you wouldn't believe it was a stupid, cute, big-headed panda.

"Phew, I'm finally finished. I've almost exhausted myself to get this shitty book these days."

After Gong Liang finished writing the last word, he threw away the pen and leaned on the pillar of the pavilion to rest.

"Hey, if you spent all your time selling meatballs on this, you would have finished it long ago? Why did you wait until now?" The old Confucian who was reading next to him said disdainfully.

"Master, you have students to take care of you, but you are not as filial as those little guys. If you want to support your family and don't sell meatballs, what should I feed these guys. Don't look at Migu, this little guy has a big appetite, and That idiot is simply a fool, if I don't make some money, how can I live?"

Gongliang got to know the old Confucian well, and he was not burdened by the teacher-student relationship, so he spoke more casually.

The old Confucian waved his hand and said: "I don't want to listen to your croaking, but show the old man the comparison dictionary you copied between Dahuangwen and Dongtuwen."

Gong Liang handed over a thick dictionary on the table.

He had thought about the name of this dictionary a lot, and he didn't use this name until the end, feeling that it sounded more pleasing to the ear.

In the earliest days, he used to write the words and meanings taught by his master on animal skins, but the animal skins were too thick, and it didn't take long for him to write a thick pile of them.

As a last resort, he had to find paper, cut it into a [-] cm long and [-] cm wide long paper, threaded it into a huge book with a rope, and copied it again with a homemade quill pen dipped in ink.

It involves some words of animals, plants or objects, and he will also draw the graphics.As a result, the number of characters after copying is twice as large as the original.

It's good, he just explained the meaning of the words superficially. If it is as detailed as the previous life dictionary, it is estimated that he will not be able to reach that level after writing for 100 years.

Seeing that Papa stopped to rest, Migu immediately dropped the small writing brush and flew over to rub Papa's neck with his arms.

Gong Liang would not be fooled by her flattering appearance, he hugged her to his face and asked, "Have you finished writing the words that Dad taught you?"

"I've written everything." Mi Gu nodded vigorously.

"Go and take a look."

Mi Gu immediately flew over and brought over the words he had written.

As soon as Gong Liang saw what she wrote, he suddenly felt extremely overwhelmed.This word is like being placed on the road, being run over by a car back and forth, and tortured by wind, sun, and rain. It is a mess, a mess, and it is difficult to see.But seeing that the little guy could still finish writing, Gongliang had to encourage him with a few words of conscience, "Our family Migu is awesome, and he has finished writing all the characters taught by Dad."

"Yeah," Mi Gu nodded proudly.

She is the fastest at writing things, but it's not like rolling, slow, and she hasn't finished writing yet.

"Gongliang, I've finished writing too."

Just as he was thinking, Yuan Gun Gun appeared immediately.

This guy rushed over with the handwriting he had written, put it in front of Gongliang, and yelled for him to read.

Gong Liang took down the paper covered with words in front of his eyes and looked at it. It looks like words!Looking at the words written by Mi Gu again, it can be described as 'horrible'.It seems that this little guy can't be allowed to write in the future, anyway, she already knows it, so it's okay not to write.

Most of the words recorded in the comparative dictionary of the Great Wilderness and the Eastern Earth are explained in the wilderness. If there is no wilderness to record, Gong Liang uses Chinese from the previous life to replace it. Anyway, he is reading this thing, so don’t worry about it so much .

The old Confucian turned it over, and although there was some Chinese in it, it was only a few, and he could still understand it.

"good."

The old Confucian affirmed Gongliang's hard work during this period, and said: "Although some words and sentences in the dictionary do not make sense, and the meaning of the words is unclear, it is better than being easy to understand, especially the use of these symbols, which is much better than today's Zhubi sentences." .”

"It's just writing casually, don't be too demanding. If I was not afraid of going to the East, I would not understand the words and no one would ask, I would not have worked so hard to write this dictionary. Now it's all over, all the words in the East are gone. In the book, it can be said that 'with a book in hand, I have the world, and I will never ask for help.'”

Gong Liang patted the comparison dictionary of Dahuangwen and Dongtuwen that he had made, and said arrogantly.

"Ha ha ha ha"

The old Confucian laughed out loud.

After a while, he said: "Little friend, I'm thinking too much. What you record in this dictionary is only the words that have been passed down in my Eastern land for a long time and are relatively common among the countries. If you say that you want to understand Eastern land with this dictionary All the words, it is undoubtedly an idiot's dream."

"How to say?" Gong Liang was astonished when he heard the words.

The old Confucian touched his white beard and said: "In the eastern land, there are many countries, among which the most widely spread and most popular are the characters in the dictionary, also known as 'Feiyun Zhuan', do you see that the font is not Flying like a flying cloud."

Gongliang took a look, and sure enough.

"In addition to Feiyun seal script, there are also ancient seal script, Jin Jin seal script, big seal script, and small seal script in the Eastern Land. There are also different seal script scripts among various countries. 'Xia Zhuan', Daqin is called 'Qin Zhuan', which is divided into jade seal seal, iron wire seal seal, Miao seal seal and so on according to different types."

Gong Liang didn't expect there to be so many seal characters, and his head was almost dizzy.

The old Confucian took a sip of tea, and said, "This is only the script of my eastern region. Other places and ethnic groups also have their own scripts, such as the Sanskrit script of the western border, the sea script of the sea tribe, the hydrology of the land aquatic tribe, the demon script of the Yao tribe, etc. There are also some spirit beasts that have their own scripts, such as the dragon script of the real dragon clan, the phoenix script of the real phoenix clan, insect script, and the bird script of birds.In fact, the so-called writing is just a bridge created by spiritual beings for the convenience of communicating with each other. It is not difficult to do it with heart.But speaking of it, the most mysterious characters in the world are divine scripts and immortal scripts. "

"Shen Wen Xian Zhuan, what is it?" Gong Liang asked strangely.

"Shenwen is the writing created by the innate gods in ancient times. The gods are born from the heaven and the earth, and they can be said to be the sons of the heaven and the earth. The characters created are all written with meaning, and often each word is a sentence, a chapter, and a chapter. , Unfathomable, infinitely mysterious. Although the immortal script is not as good as the divine writing created by the gods, but it is not much different, and it is difficult for ordinary people to understand."

Gongliang didn't expect that there are so many words in this world, he was stunned for a moment, and asked after a while, "How much words do you know, Master?"

The old Confucian glanced at him, and turned his palms over, showing a sense of arrogance.

Gong Liang swallowed, and said in disbelief, "Master, you don't know how to speak ten languages!"

The old Confucian touched the white beard under his chin, and said: "I am old and not talented, I like these things, I come and go, but I know a few more."

This old man is really a cow.Gong Liang couldn't help asking: "Then I don't know what characters Master knows?"

"The wild script is proficient in the seven kinds of eastern soil seal script, and the divine script script understands it."

"Didn't you say that the sacred writings and seals are incomparably mysterious? Why have you studied them?" Gong Liang asked in surprise.

The old Confucian smiled and said: "It is because of the mystery that I have to study it. You are still young and don't understand, the kind of words that point directly to the origin of the Dao, after reading it, it is like enlightenment, like being in the middle of heaven and earth. wonderful."

Gongliang didn't expect Master to be so knowledgeable, after thinking about it, he suddenly had an idea, and said: "Master, why don't you also write out the gods and seals and let the boy compile it into a book, and then you can teach it to me. Students and children, so as not to be put on the shelf, and the inheritance will be broken in the future."

"This"

Hearing Gongliang's suggestion, the old Confucian fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)