Chapter 95: The Magnificent Times, the Life of the Ordinary (Five thousand six chapters)
Yuan was pulled forward by his friend, still thinking about his pottery.
He had no feelings for the man named Yu. He just knew that after this guy was born, he had been walking on the earth and busy controlling water. Yuan always scorned this kind of thing. Mountains, seas, heaven and earth are all spiritual, and water is the most powerful.
One of the gods, everyone knows the name of the great god Gonggong.
Yu's father was also a naturally miraculous person, but he still failed to control the floods.
Yu will be no exception.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a roaring sound like a war drum. The young craftsman almost subconsciously ducked behind his tall friend and looked in the direction of the sound. It was a tall horse with a white body and a full tail.
Black, with a horn on the top of its head, no hooves, and only four tiger claws.
This is a barge. Although it looks like a horse, it eats tigers and leopards.
It is the mount of the generals.
Gaotao, the tribal leader of Tushan, was a minister of Emperor Shun and had a high status.
The witch from Tushan is getting married, and the big shots from the surrounding tribes will definitely come.
The tall young man felt a little helpless. He looked at his friend behind him and said, "What are you afraid of? This animal has already been led up and will not pounce on you."
Yuan replied: "We must avoid danger."
The young man had a headache: "You will be made fun of for being so timid."
The young craftsman just shook his head:
"If I hadn't been timid, I would have been killed in the war between tribes."
The young man had nothing to say, so he had to go on his way with his friends. Together with other people in the tribe, they cleaned up the stone house, squeezed the juice of bright flowers to dye the cloth, and decorated it with flowers and fragrant fruits. They worked hard for a long time.
For a while, Yuan was thinking about his pottery, and then quietly slipped away.
When he returned to his place, he was surprised to find that there was another person in front of the pottery.
In other words, it should be a child.
It was a little girl about five years old. She was wearing white clothes that he had never seen before. Only the clothes of a miko could have such a texture. Her black hair was soft. The craftsman asked curiously: "Hey, which family are you from?
Little kid, what are you doing here?"
The little girl raised her head, and Yuancai noticed that she had a pair of bright black eyes, which looked very beautiful.
The girl replied: "He came from the mountain."
"Come from the mountain?"
Yuan scratched his head and reacted: "Oh, you are a mountain man."
"Yes, if there is a big event here in Tushan, the nearby mountain people will definitely come down."
"Do you like pottery?"
The little girl said: "Pottery?"
"Well, that's it."
Yuan squatted down, pulled the pottery, and said: "These are my pottery, but it takes a lot of effort and effort to make qualified pottery that can withstand the fire and the wind and the sun."
, to store things.”
"Storage stuff?"
"Well, isn't there any pottery on the mountain?"
"These can be used to store food, boil water, and cook."
It was rare for someone to be interested in his boring job. Yuan sat on the ground and explained in detail how good his pottery was. The little girl listened carefully, but Yuan found that no matter what he said, although the other party was very serious, it seemed that
He doesn't smile and has no expression on his face.
That little face was like the wind on a high mountain, with no expression at all.
When we parted at the end, Yuan's meaning was still lingering and he said: "By the way, my name is Yuan, what's your name?"
The little girl said: "Yuan?"
Yuan pointed to the puddle next to him and said: "It means that water accumulates in one place and does not move. After I was born, the elders of the tribe named me after the puddle next to it. Some people's names came from
Commonly used things, give them whatever names you see, what is your name?"
The little girl shook her head, her fair face expressionless: "I don't have a name."
"no name?"
Yuan had a surprised look on his face and said, "Isn't that pitiful?"
The little girl said: "My sisters all have names after going through some things. We don't need this between us."
She thought for a while and said, "Then can you give me a name?"
Yuan laughed and said, "Okay."
Being given a name is an honor enjoyed only by people with high moral standards. As a prisoner of war, he rarely had such an opportunity, so he felt a little excited.
Looking around, he wanted to imitate the elders and give her a random name to cope with it, but he saw that there were willow trees, wood, and weeds all around. Similar names were too frequent. He scratched his head and had to look at the little girl.
, said: "I can't think of it right now. Give me some time and I'll think of a better name."
The little girl looked at him and nodded: "Yes."
Yuan thought hard all night, but still found nothing.
It wasn't until he was dragged to the wedding venue by his friends the next day and saw a very graceful woman in front of the distinguished guests with several girls, among whom the little girl was the youngest, that he was completely stunned.
There were people talking around, but it was too confusing to hear. The wine that day was very good, and Yu was a monster. He drank down all the young men in the tribe by himself, so Yuan only remembered two things in the end.
The first thing was that the elegant woman told Yu that he could change China.
The second thing is that the woman is the Queen Mother of the West of Kunlun, and the little girl who always has no expression on her face is the youngest goddess transformed by the pure air of Kunlun Mountain.
"What's the name... I was teased."
Yuan fell to the ground drunkenly, muttering in his heart and no longer taking this matter to his heart.
I feel like a fool for staying up all night yesterday.
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Yuan thought that Yu would continue to live in Tushan.
Who would have thought that he would disappear on the fourth day, and all the women in Tushan were scolding him for not being a man. Yuan curled his lips, lowered his head and concentrated on his pottery. That day he was so angry at Yu who drank the entire tribe's men to one person.
I have a good impression of him and feel that although he is obsessed with the fruitless task of water control, he is at least worthy of respect.
The goddess that day returned to Kunlun the next day and did not come to tell her her name.
Yuan just thought he was being teased and didn't take it to heart.
Focus on pottery.
Seven years passed in a flash, and Dayu never came back, but this time he sent a message to Tushan, hoping that Tushan could send a group of craftsmen to help. Yuan was already one of the best craftsmen in Tushan, so naturally he was sending people.
among.
He saw Yu. He looked much stronger, but he was still young and tall, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire. Later Yuan learned that they encountered difficulties when controlling the water, and a white ape became king in the water system.
He made chaos, disturbed the water system, and swallowed many people with water.
He seems to be the water god here.
To solve this water system, we must deal with this water monkey.
Yu and those beings who were born with divine power discussed how to capture this ape, which was named Wuzhi Qi.
Yuan helped build the huge iron chain, which required more than a thousand craftsmen including him to work together. The real part also needed to be cast by a huge tribe of giants. Finally, the day came when the day came, when Yuan saw the white-headed and green-bodied monkey.
He raised his head and roared, there were bursts of thunder, and Dayu fought with him like a god.
Wuzhiqi was furious and wanted to pull out the weapon from the water.
Yuan's palms were sweating while he was hiding. With an order, he followed a large number of people to throw out the things in their hands and use stones to hinder Wuzhiqi's movements. Some of them could carry stones as big as a mountain, but Yuan could only use
A large clay pot was filled with knives made of stone, and they were smashed out with all their strength.
Maybe it's because I've always been good at throwing and breaking pots.
The clay pot hit Wuzhiqi's eyes directly. The stone knives blessed by the witches sank into Wuzhiqi's eyes, causing him to roar with fright and anger. Hostility locked on the mortal. Yuan hid on the back of the stone, feeling that he
My heart almost beat out of my chest.
Then there was a roaring sound, and he saw a majestic spirit taking the opportunity to capture Wuzhi Qi.
In the end, Wuzhiqi was locked under Turtle Mountain in Huai River.
Yuan felt that he was almost scared to death, his legs and feet became weak and he sat down on the ground.
Yu laughed and patted his shoulder: "Well done, just as accurate as when you hit me."
He made a joke.
Yuan really didn't know what to say.
After that, Yuan returned to Tushan, but he was no longer a prisoner of war and a slave. He had a big house, and several apprentices who learned pottery from him and how to throw pottery.
It's been six years.
Yuan is over thirty years old, but because he was a prisoner of war slave, he has never been married.
Enjoy making pottery every day.
When you encounter danger, avoid it. There are too many strange and weird things in this world. A mortal needs to have eyesight to live long enough.
But he didn't expect that he would actually meet that person again.
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Yuan stared ahead strangely.
The pottery is now much better than when it was fragile. The curves are perfect, and the lines on it are as delicate as if they were naturally generated. However, the little girl in front of the pottery is still the same as before, and even her look and expression have not changed at all.
Variety.
Thirteen years have made his hair turn white and his body is a little tired.
But not a single trace was left on this little girl.
"She is indeed the goddess of Kunlun Mountain."
Yuan muttered in his mind and pushed the fruit that way.
The young goddess accepted the fruit, looked at Yuan, and suddenly asked seriously: "Where is my name?"
Yuan was confused for a moment: "What?"
The goddess was surprised and said: "Don't you want to think about it? Haven't you thought of it yet?"
Yuan was shocked and laughed at the same time. After such a long time, he had long forgotten this matter, but in the eyes of the other party, thirteen years was just a period of time for thinking. He scratched his head and felt that he too
Get younger.
The other party was not teasing him at first, even though he was just a slave at that time, which made him a little happy. He sat on the ground like a young craftsman back then and said seriously:
"I haven't thought about it yet. You are a goddess. The name of the goddess should be better."
"I'll give you the best name."
"Just wait a moment."
A faint hint of disappointment appeared on the young goddess's face, and then she nodded.
"Um."
They chatted all afternoon.
Yuan, who had always been immersed in pottery making, avoided all kinds of dangers and troubles. Only then did he finally know the reason why the goddess of Kunlun Mountain came here. The somewhat honest Yu actually managed the water system, summoned all the nations in Tushan, and brought the water goddess to Tushan.
The envoy of Gonggong, a giant named Fangfengshi, was killed on the spot.
Fang Feng has the head of a dragon and the ears of an ox, with an eyebrow and an eye, and is three feet long.
A few years later, even the great god Gonggong was killed by Yu.
Now all China calls him Dayu.
The Fangfeng clan is a tribe of giants whose bones need to be pulled by carts. They are good at making jade. Yuan is already one of the most powerful craftsmen in Tushan. He was given the method of making jade. Yu summoned Yuan, and Yuan was shocked to find that
, Yu, who was born with supernatural powers and always looked young and upright, has grown gray hair and is no longer as handsome as a god.
"I want you to make jade pieces as big as your palm and a jade book."
"Jade book?"
"Yes, I want to use it to record the mountains, rivers and various beasts in the world."
Yuan was a little curious. He learned how to make jade articles but did not make those ritual objects. He wanted to make books. He didn't know why. But Yuan was already forty years old at this time. He agreed. When he touched the jade articles, he suddenly
I thought of that cold but serious young goddess.
I think it would be appropriate to name her after jade.
Yuan polished the surface of the jade and created jade pieces of the same size.
Then it was dictated by Yu. He recorded all the words, but it was very strange. He said they were recording the mountains in various places, but more often they were writing about the ferocious beasts and strange tribes that lived in those places.
The records of the place and appearance are even more detailed, but they don’t care much about the mountains.
Yuan was a little confused and asked Yu cautiously.
Yu replied: "When I killed the great god Gonggong, he said that I would regret it. I thought he was referring to his curse, but I don't care. If the water system of China is managed, the entire earth will become fertile and the human race can be free."
There was no way I would regret living my life, but now I know what he meant."
He pointed at the earth in front of him and said: "Although Gonggong's water is ferocious, it targets all living things. Now there are no more raging floods. The earth has become fertile, the rivers have become peaceful, and the various tribes and strange beasts hiding in
They all appear outside and compete for land, and our human race is too weak compared to them."
Yuan somewhat understood:
"You think you need to record them so that people who come after you can avoid danger."
Yu smiled, did not answer, and suddenly said:
"Emperor Xuanyuan defeated Chi You who competed with us for the land of Middle Earth, allowing us to live in peace. Emperor Zhuanxu cut down the ladder that could lead to the Kunlun Heaven, cutting off the influence from above. Although we managed the river, it brought
Same disaster."
"If this is all we do, what will future generations think of us?"
Yuan didn't understand what Yu meant, so he just recorded these things honestly with several other craftsmen.
Although I don’t understand why this jade book named after the Classic of Mountains and Seas looks more like preparations before war.
Carving during the day, and then accumulating discarded jade materials, he went back to think about what to make as a basis for naming the young goddess. He felt that she would definitely come back. In this not-so-short life, this was a constant.
The story he kept in his heart made him feel a little different about himself.
Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye it was another twenty years. Yuan was already over fifty years old. As a mortal with no supernatural powers, he was almost dead. But in this era, it was already a long time for a mortal to live so long.
It's something worthy of respect.
The Classic of Mountains and Seas has not yet been completed.
The young goddess finally visited Tushanbe again.
Yuan heard the news when he was preparing to record the strange beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The goddess of Kunlun was discussing secret matters with Yu, and Yuan was in a very happy mood. He had not seen the goddess many times, but here
It was a rare person in the tribe who did not regard him as a slave and seriously remembered his promise.
Instead, he broke his promise.
This time I have to give the thing to her.
Yuan finally recorded that strange beast. Some beasts can leave pictures and records. He has been doing this kind of work for twenty years. Coincidentally, this was the beast he was most afraid of when he was young. It has a beast-like appearance.
Sharp claws, dragon horns, devouring tigers and leopards are the strange beasts used by generals to control their armies.
He carefully finished carving the jade plaque.
But at this moment, the ferocious beast broke free from the chains. Yuan's eyes widened and he was about to run away. However, at this moment, he saw the beast and ran forward angrily. There was his apprentice there.
and a six-year-old child.
The white-haired craftsman suddenly froze. He thought of the adults who blocked him from charging when he was young, thought of controlling the flood, and thought of the past of suppressing the water god. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he suddenly stepped forward and ran forward. The child died.
My eyes were closed, but I felt no pain.
With his eyes widened, he was stunned when he saw a white-haired man standing in front of him.
Yuan's arms stretched out to block the furious retort.
His chest was pierced, but a kind of anger made him suppress his fear. He felt that he understood the look in Yu's eyes. Their generation did not open up roads to allow these beasts to wreak havoc in China, killing and even cannibalizing.
.
Pei found the old man opposite him roaring and staring at him, with a look in his eyes that made him fearful. Pei's anger turned into uneasiness. Along with Yuan's low roar, the old craftsman who had been cautious all his life hugged him tightly.
This ferocious beast made other ferocious beasts afraid, and the warriors of the tribe swarmed up and captured the beast.
The pierced Yuan was sent home and passed out early.
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Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
I saw a familiar house, and next to it was the young goddess in white.
She noticed that Yuan woke up, and there was a trace of worry on his expressionless face, saying:
"you're awake?"
"I healed your injury."
Yuan wanted to smile, but felt too weak to do so. He lay down and thought to himself.
It’s impossible for a goddess to know the process of growing old.
When you get injured when you are old, it is useless to heal the injury.
He looked at the young goddess in white and said with a smile: "I still remember the first time I saw you forty years ago, you looked like this. I also thought about how beautiful you would be when you grow up.
You are more beautiful than a witch, but I have grown old and you still haven't changed."
The goddess said: "You haven't changed either."
The old craftsman took out a box from the bedside, handed it to the girl, and motioned for her to open it. Inside was a pair of ring-shaped white jade, with soft and perfect curves, like natural creations. The old craftsman smiled and said:
"This is the agreement we made when we were young. Although it's too late, I finally thought of a name I can give you."
"This is the jade I created myself."
"The two jade stones are Jue, to honor Kunlun. Look, your name should be Jue..."
He saw a look of surprise and surprise finally appeared on that fair face.
The craftsman slowly closed his eyes and sighed with some regret in his heart.
I haven't asked her yet whether she likes this name or not...
The young goddess raised her head, looked at the craftsman with his eyes closed, and said, "Yuan?"
and got no response.
The goddess stretched out her palm and pushed him gently, but there was still no answer, until Nvjiao appeared and stopped her. She was still looking at the old craftsman with her eyes closed and her face full of wrinkles as she was before, and sighed: "
Don't disturb him..."
"What's wrong with him? Is he asleep?"
"he died."
"Dead? What is death?"
"To die is to cease to exist. You can no longer speak, you can no longer think, you can no longer see or hear."
The little girl who had been expressionless looked at the old craftsman on the bed, suddenly turned around and went out. When she came back, she was holding a purple flower in her hand, which was glowing with light water and glow. She put this purple flower in her hand.
The flower was carefully placed on the craftsman's mouth.
The female beauty whispered: "Kunlun Mountain Immortal Flower?!"
In the north of Kunlun Kaiming, there are scorpion trees, pearl trees, jade trees, Qi trees, immortal trees, phoenix emperors, and luan birds all wearing hats.
The young goddess, who had a cold face and did not yet understand human expressions, watched the purple flower slowly wither with expectant eyes, but the human still did not wake up.
The immortal flower cannot resurrect the dead.
The girl stretched out her hand and put it on the little girl's head, rubbing it: "...it's too late."
"……Um."
The girl held the pair of jade ornaments in her hands.
On this day, the youngest goddess of Kunlun Mountain had a name. The twin jade is Jue.
On this day, Jue knew that the people at the foot of the mountain were different from the sisters on the mountain. They would grow old and die.
PS: Today’s update, 5,800 words, is a big chapter
Depending on the situation today, there should be a second update... Lying dead, emmm, although in my previous books there was a situation where I couldn't control the power level later, but that was also the late stage, and the early stage was still stable~ Pigeon is confident