Waste Strong Foundation

Why did my brother appear here.

By accident, the spaceship was overweight and he and Shang Yuan made an emergency landing on the earth. How did my brother come here alone?

Which jump ship is it?What happened?Is it a coincidence or...

The middle-aged priest dipped in paint to put makeup on the corpse, and the slave who held the torch next to him was too attentive, casting a shadow that covered the face of the deceased.

The staggered and stacked branches rattle in the raging fire, exuding a clear fragrance of green grass.

Without saying a word, Fei Mingqiu squeezed the inside of his wrist suspiciously to feel the beating of his pulse under the skin.

Hope is an illusion.

Later, when he figured everything out, he was inevitably depressed and extremely depressed.

He already remembered that he was Kunlun, who had been sleeping for many years after Nirvana, and was reborn on the distant origin star, and he was an old acquaintance with the enlightened king.

Of course, he will always be the son of his father Shi Qun, a waste who has hardly accomplished anything in 22 years.

If the elder brother who had been looking for more than ten years died like this.

If so, because of what has happened in the pursuit of the missing elder brother—even today—

Frustration hit Fei Mingqiu head-on.

He wants to do something for this world and this universe, but fate always makes him swing a small fist weakly, even the air cannot be shaken.

What the original Kunlun God who died in Nirvana could not do, what will he be able to do in the future?

The music official knocked on the bronze tripod, and the mourning sounded, and the female slave who sprinkled cinnabar bowed her back and retreated.

Danzhu's face was calm, and it was the agricultural official who ran over to remind him that he got out of his emotions and raised his right hand to signal the beginning of the funeral.

The most indispensable thing here is cinnabar.

The bottom of the rectangular tomb is covered with thick cinnabar and emerald green polished jade.

The middle-aged priest commanded the people to lift the corpse and move it into the center of the tomb. First, they poured a bowl of sacrificial wine and then sprinkled cinnabar. have--

The attitudes of the newly appointed priests towards Shi Rongyu were not consistent. Some liked him, some hated him. Several people exchanged winks, and finally had a fierce dispute in front of the leader Dan Zhu about the number and grade of funeral objects.

Everyone is glaring, and it seems that there is a reason.

At the center of the dispute was a book written with a very thin pen filled with blue ink.

Danzhu's expression was ugly, he glanced at the thin young man opposite, and said, "Leave that book to Shi Rongyu's apprentice."

Fei Mingqiu clearly heard the words "Shi Ronghe".

Belated shock and heartbreak.

After all, I haven't seen my brother in 12 years.

His pupils constricted and he was about to move when the slave in charge of monitoring him pressed his shoulders and bent his knees against his legs to force him to kneel.

The middle-aged priest raised his eyebrows indiscriminately, and asked everyone kindly, "Where is the white sugar?"

White granulated sugar is the same as the compound, and it is also the name of Shirong Yuqi.

Soon, a child like a wild monkey emerged from the crowd below, and said obediently, "High Priest, I am here."

He stepped on the earth steps dug temporarily and jumped up a few steps, and took away a diary that the priests were arguing about.

Although the brown-red artificial leather cover is peeling off badly, from the binding to the inner paper, there are clear traces of future civilization.

Fei Mingqiu saw at a glance that it was a classic travel souvenir sold in the central star mooring area.

Bai Granang walked out holding Shi Rongyu's diary, and looked curiously at Fei Mingqiu's crumpled clothes.

Dan Zhu's gaze also stayed on Fei Mingqiu's cotton shirt for a moment, his red eyes sparkling with fire.

Few of the clansmen have seen Shi Rongyu's original appearance, and because he picked him up himself, he can still remember some fragments.

His eyebrows and eyes when he bowed his head, his look of observing his surroundings, and his vague arrogance and alienation were exactly the same as this unlucky mountain god.

What he summoned was a mountain god with a high god rank, but the mountain god who appeared had a close relationship with Shi Rong, the maker of the formation.

It's hard to ignore the secrets that lie within.

……

At the end of the month, the funeral was successfully completed.

Fei Mingqiu was escorted back to the cage made of towering giant trees.The people laying stones on the side of the road have not yet left.

Lu Si and Lu Jiu asked him how he was doing, Fei Mingqiu said he wanted to calm down for a while.

Lu Jiu: "I thought you were going to die on the grave of the priest surnamed Shi tonight—"

Fei Mingqiu covered his face and sat on his knees, thought for a while and asked in a hoarse voice: "The priest of Danzhu...is his last name Shi?"

Lu Jiu: "That's right. I also know that he is not from this place, but a disaster that fell from the sky and killed countless mountain gods!"

Lu Si added irritably: "You look very similar to him, but don't worry, I will never take my anger out on you, I can tell the difference!"

Dahe picked up the two children from the flood, patted their cheeks and belly, and called their names.

Xia Ren, who was rescued by chance, lay on the wood and floated with the water. Seeing that the two children were still awake, they joined the team calling for their names one after another.

The ghost mother got a headache when she heard that, she hurriedly pushed Dayu and others out of the ghost gate, picked a dragon to lead them, and explained impatiently:

"Follow Jiaolong to the north, there is a plateau, you can move there to live, it is the territory of the Hanba, there are few people, the hardship is more difficult, as long as you fight the Hanba, you don't have to worry about the flood washing your home .It will not be too late for you to come back to control the water by then."

Dayu took his son Qi's head in his arms, and both father and son cupped their hands in thanks.

With the nobles of the Xia family as the atmosphere group, they all swore that their children and grandchildren would pay homage to the ghost mother and the ghost mansion, which actually earned the ghost mother a coquettish smile.

She stepped into the gate of hell, picked up the identity of the mother of the earth for the first time, turned her head and said one more sentence:

"The little gods who call the clouds and rain are not limited to Yinglong. Don't worry too much. The sky is falling and there are a few gods who are not afraid of death to support it."

After all, the ghost mother was afraid of hearing the cries of these mortals, so she closed the gate of ghosts expressionlessly.

The little ghosts mopping the floor and wiping the coffin boards in the ghost mansion stood respectfully in two rows.

The ghost mother said angrily: "What's the matter? A Shang Yuan grabbed my neck and asked my brother's whereabouts. Even you beasts dare to be lazy!"

As soon as she blurted out the words, her heart skipped a beat.

The gap leading to the Kingdom of the White People has not yet been repaired, and there is a white mist in front of him, and a figure with long hands and feet walks through the gap.

The ghost mother blinked, quietly opened the ghost door leading to Yanchi, and at the same time called the visitor with a smile:

"Why are you here? If Ying Long died twice because of the resurrection from the dead—"

"Where is the Taishi pen?"

The ghost mother moaned and chirped, unable to explain why, and was about to stall for time, when suddenly she was hit on the head by a golden light, and her body and head were separated!

The howling and moaning ghosts in the depths of the ghost mansion were silent for a moment, as well-behaved as newborn cubs.

Di Jun stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a low voice: "Give me back the Taishi pen. If you drop three god ranks in a row, these brats will have a good meal."

The ghost mother's head rolled to Di Jun's feet and was kicked away again.

Her oval face was wrinkled bitterly, she gasped and asked stupidly: "What pen? Pen pencil automatic pen?"

Di Jun lowered his eyes and sighed, "I don't know what's good."

While speaking, Di Jun dug out half a volume of Taishi pen from the ghost mother's stomach, and was about to return to the realm of God, when suddenly he couldn't move, stopped his hands and looked behind him.

Brush!The fierce Yang Qi turned into thousands of golden swords and pierced Di Jun's heart and lungs!

The sharp tiger claws bit his hand, the eight pairs of golden-green tiger eyes were piercing, and the tiger head at the bottom snatched half a volume of Taishi pen in one gulp.

The ghost mother clapped her hands in her heart, and stuck out her tongue and cursed: "Look! I kept it from him! Now he took it all!"

Shang Yuan patted Kaiming Beast's obstructive tail, grabbed Di Jun's neck, "Where's Fei Mingqiu?"

What he saw was a very ordinary man's face.

He was so ordinary that it was difficult for him to remember the other person's appearance, but he felt that he had known each other, and he had seen it no less than a hundred times when he was in the court.

Dijun's throat crackled, and his lips moved slightly to spit out a mouthful of fire towards Shang Yuan.

The body with long hands and feet instantly turned into golden light and disappeared.

The ghost mother rolled her eyes wildly, "His real body is in the realm of the gods, it's just that he has a little bit of spirit, it's normal that he can't beat you, you don't feel complacent."

Shang Yuan threw the two volumes of Taishi pens to the ghost mother, "Have you figured out where Fei Mingqiu is?"

The ghost mother bounced and bit the Taishi Bi, and said with a sneer: "When I completely refine the Taishi Bi, the first one will write you to death! The second one will write the death of Di Jun and Lao Fenghuang who killed thousands of knives! Come with me! You and brother stay together The longest time, I want you half a bowl of blood to calculate his position."

The author says:

A little late, sorry sorry.My memory is too bad...I lay in bed during the day fishing until [-] pm, I was going to have dinner, and suddenly found that there was no code word ==