After taking off the mask of the ferocious god, the sword-wielding Rama revealed an oriental face.
Wei Yuan just glanced at it and was immediately confused.
Wait, wait, what's going on...
This face is 70%, at least 70% similar to his face during the Tang Dynasty!
With such a degree of similarity, no one would doubt that they were born to the same parents.
Only the arrogance and anger between his brows, as well as the black hair that somehow turned into curly hair, allowed others to clearly distinguish the king in the Northern Indian legend from the wanderer of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty.
Also, there were some impurities in the true spirit that made the drunk Wuzhi Qi feel familiar, but he didn't notice the problem for a while. However, the confusion on Wuzhi Qi's face still made Wei Yuan's own heart almost stop.
After all, although this guy is stubborn, his instincts are ridiculously strong, and he also holds a grudge.
A clay pot from five thousand years ago has been recorded to this day.
I don’t know how many times he has been reincarnated, but this monkey can still recognize him at a glance.
It's outrageous... but fortunately, even if this true spirit is related to my experience in the Tang Dynasty, it doesn't matter if the monkey knows about it. Anyway, he knew about my journey to the west with Xuanzang that year. Don't worry about the debt, it's a big deal.
Have another fight.
Wait, this is Rama?!
Wei Yuan's mind froze, and the Northern Indian epic he read on the road came to mind.
Rama, one of the ten incarnations of Vishnu, is actually one of the weakest gods among them.
The most famous deeds.
Defeat the big devil and save the princess Sita.
Break up with Sita.
Make peace with everyone again.
He also gave birth to two sons.
two!
recorded in the epic...
If this monkey is allowed to tell the story about this true spirit fragment...
grass!
My date!
At this time, the mobile phone on Wei Yuan's waist suddenly rang. It was a specially set ringtone. For example, Nvjiao's ringtone was the soundtrack of Death is Coming. This soft ancient Chinese music was Jue's call.
Wuzhiqi turned his head in confusion.
Wei Yuan looked up at Wuzhi Qi and saw the latter deep in thought, suddenly and thoughtfully, as if he was about to realize what it was. Without changing his expression, Wei Yuan grabbed the mask with his backhand and slapped it on it.
The face of Rama holding the sword blocked Wuzhiqi's sight.
The force was so strong that Rama, who was holding the sword, was hit and knocked unconscious.
The bridge of the nose was broken.
The drunk monkey wondered: "How did you..."
"It's nothing, I just feel like my face deserves a beating." The head of the guard's house didn't change his expression.
"Suicune, are you drinking?"
Wei Yuan took out a bottle of Jindai wine with his backhand.
Open bottle cap with thumb.
With a wave of his right hand, he put the wine bottle directly into Wuzhiqi's mouth with a flawless smile on his face.
Wuzhiqi: "??!"
The leader of the Wei Palace turned his right hand into a palm and used Wei Tuo to present flowers. The palm of his right hand held the monkey's chin and lifted it straight up. The monkey subconsciously raised his head. The wine in Wei Yuan's left hand was accelerated by an internal rotation turbine and poured directly into him.
Go down.
The wine of the Gods was produced in Baize and was obtained through blackmail.
It was originally prepared for the Heavenly Master.
"Pity……"
Wei Yuan looked at the wine bottle that had been completely finished and whispered regretfully.
Boom!
Wuzhiqi, who had already reached the critical point, fell to the ground and couldn't help it. His golden pupils were full of confusion. This wine bottle didn't look big, but Wei's container was usually blessed with the seventy-two methods of Earth Evil.
The art of.
And his Hutian has almost been upgraded to the level of Qiankun in his sleeves after long-term training.
The Huai River has caused harm to the king, and he has no support. He cannot rise again.
Wei Yuan exhaled slowly and threw the bottle back.
His expression was solemn.
No one can know about my dark history.
Although this thing has nothing to do with me at all.
He took out his cell phone and was about to answer it when he looked up and saw movement in front of him.
Hanuman, who was beaten to the ground by Wuzhiqi over there, seemed to recognize Wei Yuan's true spiritual aura, and said with a panicked face: "You, you are also Luo..." Before he finished speaking, Wei Yuan threw up his phone without changing his expression.
, the golden light from the ground approached instantly, the five fingers of his left hand turned over, and with the divine power of Tiangang, the charm of moving stars and changing fights was pressed on the monkey's head, and he made a fist with his right hand.
Coupled with the divine power of Tiangang, it is a powerful force that can overturn rivers and seas.
Hit Hanuman hard on the abdomen.
Die to me!
The huge air wave penetrated Hanuman directly, rising into the sky like an angry dragon, leaving radioactive shock wave traces on the ground.
Hanuman's eyes rolled wildly, he held his stomach and fell to his knees, hitting his forehead on the ground, unable to get up again.
The head of the guardhouse exhaled slowly.
No one can know about my dark history.
He raised his hand, caught the phone, pressed the connect button, and said calmly: "Jue?"
"Yes, it's me."
"Where am I?"
Wei Yuan smiled and whispered, looking around, looking at the mess everywhere. The ancient Indian hero lay half dead with nosebleeds. Hanuman was burning on his knees, foaming at the mouth. Wuzhi Qi was directly drunk by the strong wine, and his palms
Take a puff, and you will see a piece of ruins after the saturation bombing of nuclear weapons.
Wei Yuan took out a lollipop from his arms and held it in his mouth.
His expression remained unchanged and his tone was gentle:
"...Looking at the scenery."
……………………
After answering Jue's call, Wei Yuan led Rama holding the sword to the grove.
Waking up with two bangs.
Then I figured out the origin of this true spirit, and looked at him with a somewhat complicated expression. This was in the newly compiled Brahmanical classics during the Tang Dynasty. Because in history, there was never really a great kingdom of Rama.
The only two heroic kings in the entire history of northern India were King Asoka and King Harsha of the Maurya Dynasty.
Valley/span>This Rama is just a made-up history and a made-up myth.
There is no basis for historical data.
For example, the legendary wives and the kings of the Shang Dynasty are history in China.
The rest of the civilizations of the same era can all be attributed to the age of myth.
Even his past, his achievements, and his pride only appeared to enrich the identity of the sword-wielding Rama. His existence was for the three-phase god to expel enemies. As a sword, he was removed from the earth 21 times.
Eliminate the arrogant Kshatriyas and maintain the dominance of Brahmins.
Even his wife is just vain.
sad.
When Wei Yuan took back his palm, Rama, who understood himself, was filled with grief and anger, and the cursed gods dispersed.
Some of them belong to gods flying away, and the other part are fabricated to disperse.
The part that belongs to Chen Yuan that is left on the Jie Sun Sword is the instinct to return.
Rejected by Wei Yuan.
Only this part of the true spirit, he didn't want to take back at all.
Wei Yuan naturally dispersed this part of the true spirit.
He doesn't need other people's lives, let alone compiled epics and myths.
Just a sigh of relief, can't even the ghost escape the fate of being single?
Kanran stood up, but Hanuman was hit hard by Wuzhiqi with a magic stick in the face, and was hit so hard by Wei Yuan that he couldn't get up again. Wei Yuan pulled Wuzhiqi's back collar and dragged him back.
Where Lao Niu was, Da Qing Niu looked at Wei Yuan blankly.
Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged: "I'm drunk."
Qingniu smiled helplessly.
Looking at the extra sword in Wei Yuan's right hand, it was a divine weapon from the ancient Seal Ring Sun King period. It exuded hot divine energy. Even the well-informed Qing Niu couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
Looking at it, I couldn't help but admire: "A sword with the concept of the sun god's divinity. This sword itself represents part of the mythological concept."
"It is a rare magical weapon."
"yes."
Wei Yuan said with a smile and pride: "My friend gave it to me."
Qingniu looked at his triumphant look and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
Wei Yuan holds the sword in his right hand, and gently brushes the sword with his left hand. Under the influence of Qi, the core of the divine weapon is jumping for joy, and the traces accumulated over the long years on it are gradually dissipating, and the sword is still as bright and sharp as ever.
It is sharp, exuding moving edge and aura, and the divinity and spirituality of this sword actively accept Wei Yuan as the new sword master.
"The Sword of King Harsha."
Wei Yuan whispered, this sword is the master of classical Indian culture, the last emperor to unify Northern India, and the identity of King Harsha who is famous enough to be compared with King Ashoka of the Mauryan Dynasty. If compared to China, I am afraid it is also the same as the Tai'a sword.
It's the same status.
Of course, that big beard will definitely not be able to defeat Brother Zheng.
Wei Yuan added in his mind.
Friends are friends, brothers are brothers, but Brother Zheng is Brother Zheng, so that doesn't help.
Let's discuss each other's matters.
If the bearded man knew that he thought this way, he would definitely curse. That guy unified many kingdoms when he was young and was familiar with the curse languages of various countries. Wei Yuan couldn't help but smile, put the Harbin Sword into its scabbard, thought for a while, and said:
"Daqing, I want to go out. It's a rare trip. I want to visit the places I've been to before."
"When we come back later, we will head back to China and let the monkey sober up."
"By the way, don't worry, although he seems drunk, it's because I'm here."
"Once he detects the hostile atmosphere, he will wake up instantly."
Wei Yuan thought for a while and added:
"If he can't wake up, just give him this last message."
He took out a recording pen and handed it out. Just as he was about to hand it over, he suddenly remembered something. He took it back and looked at the label on the back. He patted his forehead and apologized: "I took the wrong thing. There are a lot of things, Daqing."
Just wait..."
"Let me see, is it this? It's not..."
"Is that this?"
The guard master took out a dozen recording pens from Xiuli Qiankun, rummaged through them before finding the corresponding one. He breathed a sigh of relief, handed it to Lao Niu, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, no matter how hard he sleeps, he will wake up immediately."
of."
Qing Niu stared at the dozen recording pens of the same style inside Wei Yuan's sleeve robe with strange eyes.
Wei Yuan patted the hem of his clothes, turned and left.
Go and find the place where Xuanzang came.
Then come back and return to China.
Old Qingniu looked at the drunken white-haired young man, with some curiosity, stretched out the cow's hoof, looked at the hoof that was completely unable to perform fine operations, sighed, and had to transform into an old man in green clothes with white hair.
With a long beard and a kind face, he stretched out his hand to take what Wei Yuan left behind.
After opening it, records appear one after another on the narrow display.
"Vixen counterattack record 1"
"Record of the special attack on the nymphomaniac·King Yu's language residual recording version 2.0"
"Special record of counterattack against nymphomaniacs·2.1"
"The previous one is invalid, special attack on the female beauties..."
"The previous one failed again, and the countermeasure 2.1.1 has been corrected..."
Qingniu: “…………”
Da Qing Niu, who turned into an old man, twitched the corner of his mouth, and then found the voice that was said to be able to directly wake up Wuzhi Qi. It seemed that it was recorded by Wei Yuan himself just now. Qing Niu was a little curious and slightly dissatisfied.
He stretched out his hand to push Wuzhi Qi: "Monkey, monkey..."
"Woke up."
Wuzhiqi turned over and continued to sleep.
The old man stroked his beard and said, "Don't you want to listen to the second half of the Tao Te Ching?"
Wuzhi Qi snores like thunder.
He reached out and scratched his waist.
Qingniu was helpless and laughed dumbly: "What a monkey..."
He looked at the recorder in his hand, opened the last one, and clicked.
Because the voice was weak, he had no choice but to lean into Wuzhiqi's ear.
Wuzhiqi is making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace in his dream. He is having a great time fighting. The faster he fights, the happier he is. Hahahaha, no one can stop me, no one! I am the king of the world, I am the Monkey King!
!
A gentle voice whispered in my ear:
"I posted the video of you being drunk and pretending to be the Monkey King on the Internet."
Wuzhiqi, who was half drunk, suddenly opened his eyes.
The sound of snoring and breathing suddenly stopped.