In the middle of Panxi's world, there are endless plains with criss-crossing streets and neat street trees cutting the land like a chessboard. The villages are chess pieces, scattered among the chessboards.
Under a tall green mountain, hundreds of fire kilns filled the sky with smoke. Many Fire Tribe natives surrounded the fire kiln, muttering words and calmly controlling the changes in the raging fire in the fire kiln.
A crystal clear river meanders by the green mountain. Standing by the river are straight-dressed Shui Tribe people. They hold staffs made of large fish bones and control the river water to continuously stir up whirlpools. The viscous lumps of mud are wrapped in whirlpools, rotating and scouring finely. All the gravel and impurities are filtered out, leaving only the most delicate lump of clay.
In the end, the cleanly washed clay was sent to a flat stone ground by the river. Many Tu tribe people gathered here, received the clay balls sent by the Shui tribe people, and used their own racial talent spells to control these The mud twists and changes, turning into various exquisite utensil blanks.
Because the Tu people have mastered the manipulation of soil, these utensils are extremely exquisite. For example, small utensils such as tea cups and wine cups are as thin as cicada wings and can be seen through at a glance when placed in the sun.
On the other side of the river, in the farmland, the Tu people cast spells, and the mud rolled in the fields. All the eggs of the pests were strangled, and all the weeds were pulled out by the rolling mud, and they were piled up on the ridges of the fields.
The tender seedlings of various crops in the farmland are crisp and green, glowing with a pleasing green light in the sunshine.
Many members of the Mu Tribe stood on the ridge of the fields, holding staffs made of various colored spiritual trees and chanting incantations in a low voice. A large green halo spread from their bodies, and the green light shrouded the land, and these crop seedlings grew rapidly. The rhizome becomes stronger, the leaves become more plump, and a touch of intoxicating green almost drips out from the sprouts.
Suddenly, a cheer rose into the sky, and several well-cooled kilns under the green mountain were opened, and a large number of porcelains as white as jade and crystal clear were carefully taken out.
These exquisite porcelains have never appeared in the Panxi world in the past. Although the original Tu people also fired kilns, they only produced simple pottery. Such exquisite porcelains were made with their skills and fire-making skills. It is impossible to successfully bake it.
Whether it is the Fire Tribe who controls fire, the Water Tribe who mines earth, or the Tu Tribe who makes utensils, people from all ethnic groups gathered together and happily looked at these exquisite porcelains with the smell of fireworks, and their eyes narrowed with laughter. a line.
People of all ethnic groups are working to the best of their ability. On the spacious school ground between the villages, large groups of capable Jin tribe members, mixed with some other tribesmen, are forming a neat team to advance and retreat in an orderly manner. With.
A large number of human warriors wearing heavy armor mingled among these indigenous warriors, telling them sternly how to retreat, how to cooperate, how to form a killing array with spears and short swords, and how to respond to crossbowmen and spears and machetes.
At a glance, there are more than a hundred thousand such villages on the vast and boundless plains. Countless indigenous warriors are training sweatily on the school grounds, and they already have a faint aura of elites about them.
In the middle of a city that has just been built, and the mud on the city wall has not yet been completely dried, in a square that can accommodate a gathering of 100,000 people, countless indigenous teenagers and children kneel respectfully on straw mats, and there is a flower in front of everyone. A small table with pens, ink, paper, and an inkstone on it.
In the middle of the square is a small platform only three feet high, with a simple reed shed built on it. Si Wenming sat under the reed shed, holding a scroll in his hand, solemnly preaching and teaching to these indigenous teenagers and children.
"So, regardless of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, or even thunder, lightning, poison, wind, and space, you all have the same bloodline, and are the people of this heaven and earth."
"Therefore, you are all brothers and share the same origin. Regardless of your own tribal attributes, you are close relatives of flesh and blood. Therefore, you should not fight or fight. You should work together to multiply your tribe and build a strong civilization."
"So, I will teach you today what 'filial piety' is, what 'friendship' is, and what 'filial piety' is!"
Si Wenming was sitting under the reed shed. He did not use any magical powers, but there was a thick yellow cloud rolling above his head. The yellow clouds are more than a hundred acres in size and are suspended above the reed sheds. Mild and warm breaths are constantly spurting out from the yellow clouds. Any indigenous boy covered by this breath feels refreshed and his ears and eyesight are clear. Si Wenming narrates They will soon understand the truth.
Whenever a young man truly understands the truth explained by Si Wenming, there will be traces of faint yellow air hanging down from high in the sky, constantly injecting into this cloud of yellow.
When a fire kiln under the green mountains in the distance was opened and a large number of exquisite porcelains were taken out, streaks of yellow gas as thick as water tanks continued to hang down...
When in a distant workshop, members of the Fire Tribe and the Gold Tribe joined forces to forge a piece of exquisite armor, which was a hundred times more sophisticated than the armor they had forged separately before, streams of yellow gas as thick as a water vat roared in...
In a livestock farm not far away, the Mu tribe and the Shui tribe joined forces to help a group of animals deliver their babies. When dozens of lively cattle calves came into the world, chirping happily, more yellow gas rolled in...
Si Wenming smiled faintly. He felt a sense of joy in his heart when he looked at these natives who were still fighting and fighting like crazy a few months ago, but were intimidated by him to calm down the fight with his powerful force, and then conquered with his great charisma.
When he came to this world, he did not plunder and kill wantonly like Gonggong Wuyou. He just relied on his heart to quell the fights and taught these natives some principles of life, which helped them eliminate the countless conflicts among the tribes. hatred between.
And his teaching achievements were also recognized by the world. The merits of heaven and earth continued to fall, allowing Si Wenming to receive countless benefits out of thin air.
From a distance, Hua Xulie and Lie Shanxu looked at the rolling yellow clouds above Si Wenming's head, their faces full of confusion and shock.
"It's strange that Si Wen is blessed with such benefits."
"Well, he is the only one who has such patience. Don't forget that when we first came here, these natives had orders from their holy spirits to kill us evil demons from the sky."
"I really want to meet the masters of this world... Are we here just to be teachers?"
The two looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
Si Wenming held the scroll in his hand and taught the scriptures very seriously to the indigenous teenagers and children present. His eyes were firm and gentle, with a light of wisdom that penetrated everything.
(End of chapter)