Now that he has decided to accept Jiang Wang's help, Ye Qingyu doesn't hesitate: "I will summarize Chi Yunshan's situation, the fighting methods of other companies, their advantages and disadvantages, and write a booklet for you later."
Jiang Wang nodded and asked, "When will we leave for Chiyun Mountain?"
"I have been there once before, completed the preparatory ceremony for entering the mountain, and met with several other parties, but I did not see Yunyou Weng." Ye Qingyu said: "The next time I go, it will be the official opening of Chiyun Mountain.
It's time, there are still ten days."
"Brother." Jiang Ananba, who had been listening for a long time, said, "How many more days can we have fun?"
"No more fun." Jiang Wang smiled and grabbed her and turned her around: "Now go back to do evening classes! You are already an extraordinary monk Jiang An'an!"
After sending the reluctant boss Jiang An'an back to his room, Jiang Wang went to find Qianqian.
There are still ten days left for Chi Yunshan's appointment, and it is just in time to complete the previously planned things.
For example... take me to a place.
When I saw Qian Qian, he, who had always been depressed, was grinning silly and happy.
"What happy event have you encountered?" Jiang Wang was a little curious.
"You won't believe it even if I tell you." Qiang Xiang said cheerfully: "I was walking outside just now, and a magic weapon fell from the sky while I was walking. Tell me about this luck!"
He shook the snow-colored hairpin in his hand at Jiang Wang: "It can condense a cloud car, it's so majestic! It's also very fast!"
Jiang Wang could only express envy. After all, he didn't know much about the secret place of Ling Xiao, and he didn't know if there was a "tradition" of dropping treasures in this place.
"Where can I go for a walk? I'll try it when I have time."
"It's hard to force things like fate." He squeaked forward and sighed in a very artificial way: "I and some lords have done so much dirty work, and we don't even have a few Dao Yuan Stones."
A few days after arriving at Lingxiao Pavilion, I picked up a magic weapon while taking a walk. Could it be that this is a wealthy family? Is the gap between people really that big?"
Jiang Wang turned a deaf ear and said directly: "You don't have to clean up anyway, let's go."
"I don't have to clean it up!" Xiang Xiang retorted subconsciously, but after thinking about it, he really was too lazy to clean it up, so he asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go to the place I told you before."
"Hey, why don't you take little An'an with you?" he asked after leaving Lingxiao's secret place and moving forward.
"She." Jiang Wang was flying in the air, wearing a hunting robe: "She is tired and resting."
The road from Yun State to Zhuang State is not unfamiliar.
Because the white-haired boy once walked over step by step with his sister on his back, using his legs to measure all the ups and downs in the distance.
Even if you are flying from the sky at this time, overlooking the mountains and rivers, everything is still vivid in your mind.
In that cave, he and An An once cuddled up and warmed up by the fire. On that top of the mountain, he set off fireworks for An in the middle of the night.
After leaving Zhuang Guo, he never mentioned anything that happened in Zhuang Guo, but that was by no means forgotten. It just meant that he could not forget.
Always remember, forever unforgettable.
So it cannot be mentioned.
Xiang Xiang didn't care about anything. He actually didn't care where Jiang Wang was taking him. He followed Yuan to Yun Country because he just didn't want to offend his friend.
After playing with the hairpin magic weapon that I accidentally picked up, and showing it off in front of Jiang Wang, he quickly lost interest.
He saw mountains and rivers along the way, and his eyes just passed by them casually.
The Qichang Mountains were not worth mentioning among the mountains he had seen, and he would not pay much attention to them.
Even the gloomy and ghostly place he saw across the mountains was of no interest to him and he didn't bother to pay attention.
At most, I just think that such a place, embedded behind the lush green mountains, is really a bit ugly.
But he saw Jiang Wang stop and land right here.
They landed outside the "Ghost", and there was indeed not a single figure within their field of vision.
Almost a year has passed, and people in nearby cities have accepted the current situation here, knowing that this is a forbidden area, a place that has been harmed by the Netherworld Evil God. There is no need for Zhuang Court to send troops to garrison, because no one dares to come here.
"Is this where you want to take me?"
He looked forward and left, and said to himself: "It's true that no one will come to this place for a long time, huh?"
Jiang Wang ignored him, just looked at the 'ghosts' silently, and said in his heart: "Long time no see."
Boss, Rucheng, Tang Dun, Senior Brother Huang, Brother Wei, Brother Zhao, Mr. Xiao... Long time no see.
"I have also been to one ghost country on earth, and it was Fengdu. My master took me there." Qiang Qian felt depressed for no reason, almost subconsciously looking for something to say.
Jiang Wang still didn't speak. After a long silence, he looked at his surroundings and walked to a stone monument.
This monument is built tall, solemn and magnificent.
He stopped in front of the monument and looked at the inscription without saying a word for a long time.
Xiang Qian then took a closer look and discovered that it was a living monument, erected to commemorate the souls of the dead.
The inscription reads
"Heaven and earth are governed by their destiny. I would like to inform Emperor Taizu:
In the winter of the fourteenth year of Yongtai, the country lost its land and I lost my people.
Heaven's heart hates me, and the people's heart aches for me.
This is the crime of envying one person!
How could it be so heartbreaking!
Like being cut into pieces with a thousand knives, this heart is fried in oil.
This is a national hatred, this is also a national hatred!
If you don't uproot the White Bone Path, I will be a king and father in vain!
In this lifetime, I will kill the bones of the evil god in the underworld!
It is a pity that the dead are gone, and the living are hard to pursue.
Carrying the weight of the country alone, this body cannot be left lightly.
I hate that the two realms are separated and that heaven and man are separated forever.
Is there any eternal hatred that can be washed away by pouring all the water from the clear river?
I am weeping blood at this moment, and I am so sad that I don’t know what to say!
I only hope that God will show his kindness and bless my people in Fenglin with stability and lasting wealth in the next life!
Zhuang Gaoxian stands sincerely."
When I saw the White Bone Road, I immediately guessed where this place should be.
He was present when Jiang Wang was killing pig noodles and dragon noodles.
He clearly knew how deeply Jiang Wang hated the Bone Path.
And every word on this living monument describes what happened here.
"This is my home." Jiang Wang looked at the ghostly land without much expression on his face: "This place will always be caught between the underworld and the real world. The people here will never be reincarnated."
The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Zhuang Gaoxian wishes them wealth and stability in the next life."
Xiang Qian was silent for a while and asked, "Did Zhuang Gaoxian kill them?"
"I discovered the abnormality of the White Bone Dao and reported it to Zhuang Ting. But Zhuang Ting pretended not to know and allowed the demons of the White Bone Dao to sacrifice the whole city. Because Zhuang Gaoxian wanted to use the White Bone True Pill obtained by sacrificing the whole city to achieve success.
He is the real person in this world!"
"None of the hundreds of thousands of people in the entire Maple Grove City survived. The only thing that can prove their existence is this living monument."
Jiang Wang reached out and touched the inscription on the living monument: "But here, it is recorded that Zhuang Gaoxian loved the people like a son, his greatness and commitment."
Silence forward.
Jiang Wang faced this place that had become a ghost in the world: "My home is here. My brothers, friends, classmates, teachers, neighbors, fellow villagers... are all here."
"I was seventeen years old that year, traveling in the pulse realm, and my hair turned gray overnight."
He asked: "You said the word 'despair', can I understand it?"
