Turtles born later cannot have the concept of human beings without seeing Zhang Ming.

But with a statue, they will soon have corresponding cognition: "Oh, this is the imparter of knowledge, a human being, a kind of creature", and thus learn the content on the stone tablet.

Zhang Ming touched one of the stone slabs, and a mysterious spiritual fantasy appeared in his mind: "Dear friends, hello everyone, my name is Zhang Ming, an ordinary human being. I once came to this desert island and concluded a relationship with the Xuanwu clan.

We have a profound friendship and now we are imparting all kinds of knowledge. I hope your future development will take less detours."

"Today we learn a thousand common words."

"Writing is an important carrier for the inheritance of knowledge. It has the function of connecting the past and the future and guiding the future..."

The text is naturally Chinese characters, and 1,000 common Chinese characters can basically complete 96% of daily writing.

As for the rest, if necessary, these turtles can also create their own, there is no need to stick to the rules.

The next slate: "Hello friends, today we are learning about medicine."

"First of all, we need to know what a cell is and what a microorganism is... How does a turtle egg hatch into a baby turtle? How to tell whether a turtle egg is white? Why does bacterial infection occur? How to prevent disease?"

Zhang Ming couldn't help but smile after reading this knowledge.

The next slate: "Dear friends, today we study mathematics and physics."

"I have to say that only smart turtles can learn today's content. Turtles who are not smart should not waste time here. Of course, wisdom is a kind of power. If you are interested, you can also challenge yourself...

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The next stone tablet: "Today we learn the common words of the Yanjiao people. After learning these words, we can read the classic books in the auditorium. But I have to say that the Yanjiao people are a civilization that has not yet given birth to science."<

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"Their summary of experience is not the absolute truth in the world. We need to view its content dialectically."

"Even the knowledge I mentioned is not the absolute truth and may be overturned in the future. Please don't worship blindly!"

A total of... 27 stone slabs!

Zhang Ming really wrote all the knowledge he could impart on the stone tablet!

Even the very shrewd and very demanding old white turtle couldn't find any fault. It was really... enough.

Now the old white turtle is obsessed with math problems and can't help himself.

It fell madly in love with mathematics. When it saw Lao Zhang coming over, it just raised its head and then indulged in its own world.

Or, it is actually...

I don’t really want to say goodbye.

Zhang Ming understood this mentality and did not say hello to Lao Bai: "Shimama, how long can this spiritual language last? It won't be effective in a few years, right?"

Shimama said so many words of its own, it was really annoying, it was just a repeater!

After tinkering for a long time, I finally came up with an incomprehensible word: "World."

However, Zhang Ming understood that "the world" would find a way to maintain the operation of the slate.

Because the world needs a smart civilization.

The world also recognizes the value of these stone slabs.

A world without civilization is worthless and will break at the touch of a touch.

The Xuanwu clan is the last civilization in this world.

"Then I'll be relieved!"

Along the way, the turtles kept using their heads and beating gongs and drums to say goodbye.

There are also some elegant female turtles who hold eggs in their mouths and give them to him, Lao Zhang. They are all white eggs without embryos.

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The reproductive capacity of the Xuanwu clan has never been very high. Only one or two eggs in a clutch can produce embryos, and there are many white eggs.

Zhang Ming has eaten countless white eggs in the past few years and has no attribute points to increase.

However, he happily accepted it because the shelf life of these eggs was very long, about two or three months. If not, they could be made into salted turtle eggs and eaten later.

Boarding the sailboat and raising the sail, Zhang Ming shouted loudly on the sailboat amid the farewells of all the turtles: "Goodbye! Goodbye! If you have anything, please contact me through the World Tree!!"

"When you encounter a monster that is too strong, don't rush to fight it. You can leave the green hills without worrying about having firewood!"

"Don't forget to farm, especially those herbs, don't let them become extinct!"

"Ah woo, ah woo!"

The old white turtle who was addicted to mathematics also stood up, hiding among the turtles and secretly looking at the ship, Xiaobai, Zhang Ming, and Shi Mama.

"Ah woo, ah woo!" The turtles kept shouting on the shore, and a few swam into the water and chased them all the way.

Driven by the wind, the ship slowly moved away from the coastline.

Everything calmed down, and the day to set sail finally arrived. The day that I had been longing for finally arrived.

In Zhang Ming's heart, there was a sense of fragmentation that was unreal but gradually became reality. This feeling was like glass that shattered with a bang.

He took the first step towards the hopelessly vast chasm...

The sky is blue, with a few soft clouds floating, the sea is quiet, and the wind is not strong.

However, it was just this first step, and he seemed to have lost something. Over so many years, it was like a ridiculous dream, expanding like a memory bubble, occupying his entire mind.

He didn't even dare to look back, didn't dare to look back for the last time...the familiar Turtle Island.

……

Suddenly, Zhang Ming heard the turtles on the shore roaring loudly. The loud sound awakened him from his absurd dream.

The huge scarred turtle hit the drum with its head, and the turtle group actually played a chorus song.

Zhang Ming recognized what they were singing, it was the sailor song he often taught them, and tears couldn't help but flow out.

"The bitter sand blows and hurts the face."

"Like father's scolding and mother's crying, they will never be forgotten."

When Shimama heard the chorus of turtles, she rolled onto the mast and played it to the outside world like a tweeter.

The old voice seems to want to be heard by the whole world.

"When I was young, I liked to be alone at the beach."

"Roll up your trousers, bare your feet, and step on the beach..."

The little white turtle also jumped onto his own exclusive terrace and yelled at the turtles.

Zhang Ming wiped away his tears, stretched out his arms, and jumped to the roof.

Yes, you should be happy today, not sad.

"He said that in the wind and rain, this little pain is nothing."

"Wipe away your tears and don't be afraid. At least we still have dreams."

"He said that in the wind and rain, this little pain is nothing,"

"Wipe your tears and don't ask why..."

The farewell chorus continued until the wooden sailboat turned into a tiny black dot and gradually disappeared on the coastline of the world.

In the afterglow of dusk, he finally, finally... moved towards a larger, boundless world.

When he came, it was a deserted island.

When he left, it was a different sea.

In just eight years, primitive tribes became civilizations, symbols became poems, and calls became songs.

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Chapter completed!