It took a long time after the old master came out of the mountain, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
He was so astonished by the scene he saw that he couldn't even think about it carefully. Just thinking about it would make his nose sore. He was once considered cold and heartless by them, and he sat back and watched Chaoge City step by step to reach the current situation.
, how much did you pay in three thousand years?
Then, Fei Yu and Wu Yu presented the map.
He told the old master what Wei Yuan said.
The latter was also pleasantly surprised by the effect of the fruit on Chongwu Mountain. He knew the current predicament of Chaoge City better than Wu Yu and Fei Yu, and he also understood the value and significance of this treasure to Chaoge. As long as he got this kind of ability
With the treasure that improves the qualifications of future generations, the biggest problem facing Chaoge City will no longer be a problem. He looked at the map, his palms trembling, and he gently brushed the location of Chongwu Mountain on the map.
Then read the words marked next to it in a low voice:
"The first of the three classics of the West is called Chongwu Mountain. To the south of the river, there is a tree with white leaves and red flowers with black branches. They are actually like tangerines. They are good for future generations to eat."
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The five mountain gods left Chaoge City and walked together, preparing to return to their mountains to nest.
The old man looked back at Chaoge and said with emotion: "What a pity."
"I felt that aura. I originally thought it was Yuan. Since Yuan is there, King Yu must also be there. But halfway through, I realized it was the new mountain god. Ha, although it is also a happy event, somehow, there is
I feel so happy."
"It was King Yu who recorded our sacrificial methods, but how the sacrifices were made was the idea given by Yuan. Maybe he didn't care, but it was also the first time we tasted human food and wine.
I always feel that I have never tasted such good food again.”
The burly mountain god glared at him and said, "You are talking about Yuan's food instead of King Yu."
The old man twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I naturally respect King Yu."
"However, King Yu's character is too frugal." The old man finally found a complimentary word and said: "It is because of his character that he is not particular about food at all, and basically does not waste anything he eats.
What comes out is really not as good as Yuan’s.”
The mountain god Lishi glared at him and said: "You fart, King Yu has no flaws!"
"Then do you think the sacrifices made by King Yu are delicious?"
"Unappetizing."
"Isn't it over then?"
Lux glared at the old man and said, "Even if it doesn't taste good, it's still perfect!"
Laomai Mountain God was helpless and didn't bother to pay attention to this mountain god. He just felt that he was indeed a cow-shaped mountain god with a stubborn character. He looked into the distance and said softly: "No matter what, King Yu will never come back again. The charming girl is in Qing
Qiu State, and Yuan..."
"That minister of King Yu is also buried here."
The other mountain gods stopped talking.
Time is always cruel to people.
The old man took a sip of human wine, and with the help of the wine, he recited an article from the Book of Mountains and Seas. It was also Chongwu Mountain, but it was different from what Wei Yuan told everyone in Chaoge City. The old and simple voice mixed in.
The wind is almost like poetry:
"The first of the three Western Sutras is called Chongwu Mountain, which is located south of the river."
"Look to the north at the Tomb of Sui, at the south at Yao's Lake, at the west at the hill where the Emperor hunts beasts, and at the east at Yanyuan."
"Looking eastward... the abyss!"
Classic of Mountains and Seas.
After Yuan's death, King Yu completed the remaining parts.
The first of the three mountains in the West is Chongwu Mountain. That mountain is to the south of the Yellow River in the Age of Gods.
I climbed this mountain. Looking to the north, I saw the mountain where my father was buried when he died. Looking to the south, I saw the Daze where my teacher Emperor Yao was buried. Looking to the west, I saw the place where the late Emperor Shun once hunted.
The hills, looking to the east, are the abyss...
The work is accomplished.
All old friends have passed away.
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With a loud roar, Wei Yuan pulled out the Eight-sided Han Sword with his backhand, and the iron eagle on the sword's hilt flapped its wings.
He carried the Eight-sided Han Sword behind his back.
The nine-section staff is too big to carry, and Wei Yuan originally intended to carry the Zhang Daoling Magic Sword, but think about it, the two swords have similar functions at the moment. Losing one will not affect Wei Yuan's strength.
Big damage, besides, this time it was Taiping Dao monks who went there.
Using the magic sword of Tianshi Mansion is somewhat unfair.
First, use the Eight-sided Han Sword to chop off one-third of the fish head and put it in a special foam box. There was a frozen ice pack in it.
You can use a freezer, or you can cool down without using an ice pack.
What age is it? It's still pickled with lime as in the Three Kingdoms period.
Tsk, old antique.
Wei Yuan raised his hand and carried the fish head on his back. Wei Yuan held the black cat by the back of the neck and gave the black cat a serious warning not to take advantage of his departure to secretly eat the fish head, otherwise he would eat it for three months.
Cat food, without adding any meat or fish, then stepped out, with a creak, the door of the museum slowly closed, and silence returned.
The black cat licked its paws.
Staring at the refrigerator, struggling internally.
Finally, he walked towards the refrigerator door.
Ah--
Stupid humans.
I actually thought I could threaten this uncle.
Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta—
It heard the noise and was so startled that its tail stood up. Then it realized that the sound did not come from the door. It turned around and saw the box on the wooden cabinet that was struggling. There were gold and red embroidered shoes sticking out of it, and it hurriedly wanted to run towards it.
At the door, he failed, and seemed a little lonely and regretful. The Qi family army soldiers and water ghosts also knew the origin of the red embroidered shoes and the story of Wan Qiniang.
Binghun patted it to express comfort.
The water ghost spoke quickly and said: "Maybe the owner of the hotel is more important this time. Next time, I will go there to get angry. Alas, the owner of the hotel is not very particular sometimes. You said you should take me with you."
It would be great to go to Sakurajima. I also want to try the special drinks there."
"Whose tongue are you chewing behind your back?"
The ghosts were stunned.
One side of the red embroidered shoes is supported on the ground, and the toe is slightly raised, as if in anticipation.
There was a squeaking sound.
The door of the museum was opened, and Wei Yuan appeared at the door with a sword on his back.
He looked at the red embroidered shoes and seemed to be back to the original time. He saw the regret and pain in his heart turned into an earth-bound spirit. He thought of Wan Qiniang's last song, her lover who sacrificed his life for the country, and thought of Wan Qiniang's last song.
of that era.
Finally he stretched out his hand and said, "Come here."
Wei Yuan said softly: "Repay kindness when there is kindness, and revenge when there is hatred."
"I said."
"Besides, you also want to go to Sakurajima, right? The story back then should have an ending."
“Where are the stories of victims suffering and perpetrators walking free?”
The red embroidered shoes jumped up, and this time they turned into a flying light. They were put into the box and put away in the backpack by Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan's eyes swept across the museum, looked at the Qi family's army soul, and said: "You also follow me.
Come on, just leave a few housekeepers at home, there is no need for so many."
Qi Jiajun's soldiers' soul's eyes lit up.
He subconsciously straightened his body, gripped the broken sword tightly, and shouted in a deep voice:
"promise!"
The water ghost raised his hand: "What about me? What about me? What about me?"
Wei Yuan pursed his lips and said seriously:
"You have a more important task, which is related to the safety of our future lives."
"Damn it, what kind of job is this awesome boss?!"
"Looking after the house."
Water Ghost: “…………”
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"Did you remember it?"
On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu put down his cell phone, looked at the Taoist next to him, and warned word for word: "After following him out this time, Qian Qian, keep an eye on him and never let him mess around again."
Now, he is not allowed to make any movement, do you understand?"
"That's not allowed at all!"
The delicate Taoist, who is still young and looks like a teenager, with a red flame mark on his eyebrows, is at a loss:
"But, senior brother, aren't we just going to play football this time?"
"They all sent their heads over."
“Isn’t the louder the noise, the better?”
Zhang Ruosu's forehead twitched when he heard the words 'the louder the noise, the better'. Since the last time he said these words and the diversion of the Huai River, he had already had a psychological shadow on these words.
.
The Heavenly Master waved his hands with a sad face and said:
"You are still young."
"You do not understand……"
At this time, Wei Yuan had also arrived at the foot of Longhu Mountain.
Climb the steps of Longhu Mountain.
On the back of the hand, the Red Urn of Destiny shone slightly.
PS: Thanks to GouCiYu for the ten thousand rewards, thank you.
The original text is, look at the Tomb Sui in the north, look at the Zeze in the south, look at the emperor's hunting hill in the west, look at the Yuan in the east, and use Yao to connect it, and use it to connect Yan, hum, after all, the Yuan is still in the true transcript.
There is such a sum in it~ Of course, the real record of our world may really be just an abyss~
Of course, Tsukasui didn’t write much in his records, so he made a few remarks about the novelist, above~