Waste Strong Foundation

This time the illusion is a water village that has just entered autumn for three days.

The distant mountains are blue and blue, the streets are bleak, and the sycamore trees in the courtyard of the high mansion are soaked in the rain of last night.

Water ghosts are yin and yang, and before Shang Yuan reached out, they immediately dived into the bottom of the water in fright when they smelled the smell, and spit out long strings of bubbles.

Fei Mingqiu squatted down to observe the old tortoise carrying an oval stele at the head of the bridge, and found that it was engraved with an inscription on bridge repair written by a local squire Ye Mou, saying that the bridge was built in the third year of Xianchun in the Southern Song Dynasty, and experienced wars in the late Song Dynasty and many riots in the Yuan Dynasty. , After entering the Ming Dynasty, it was repaired twice.

He motioned Shang Yuan to come and see, "The [-]nd year of Daoguang...Shang Yuan, Daoguang is the reign name of the Qing Dynasty, right?"

As for the part where the final signature is dated by the stars and the heavenly stems and earthly branches, he felt a headache after reading it, and couldn't tell which month and day it was.

Shang Yuan: "Well, it's the Qing Dynasty—the last dynasty in ancient history."

"Twenty-two years, Jiaqing Daoguang... Let me think about it."

In order to further understand the player's situation, Fei Mingqiu carefully looked through the high school textbook in June. After confirming that it was the late Qing Dynasty, he immediately thought of many sad and humiliating historical events. Some trance.

At daybreak, two old men in turquoise velvet hats and long gray coats supported each other to get off the boat.

The boatman asked the boy they brought for money, and then begged for two plates of leftover soybean cake with a playful smile.

Shang Yuan's Kunwu knife was two inches away from the boy's elbow, but he couldn't see it at all, so he put away his old purse and jumped ashore.

The old man with a horse face and long beard coughed:

"Yu Niang is waiting for me at home, brother Chang'an, I will go to your house to watch those two fans tomorrow afternoon."

He had a sad face, his voice was completely hoarse because of the hard journey to send his nephew to study in the city, and he was talking softly about the fever in his concubine's room.

This concubine named Yuniang was 29 years old. He took him in after his wife Liu's death and served him for 12 years.

In this year's scorching heat, the people in the whole city contracted fever and died, if not more than a hundred, there would always be seventy or eighty.

The chubby old man nodded, "I heard that your fourth daughter had a dystocia and collapsed yesterday, is she in the next life? Is your son-in-law coming to pick you up?"

The horse-faced old man: "My legs are not good, so I won't go. She gave birth to a daughter again, and I'm afraid she will send it to my family in a few days."

In-laws of local families have close contacts, and it is very common for children who have lost their parents to live and study in their mother's natal home.

The fat old man scratched his hair, "It's all like this. It's our fault that we have lived for too long. From the year of Qianlong to today, we haven't seen anything."

The two old men were both gray-haired, they said a few words of relief and sighed with emotion, and they parted on crutches.

Fei Mingqiu withdrew his left foot to make way for the horse-faced old man, and watched the old man walk across the stone bridge and knock on the door, then his body flashed into the dark brown door.

But the fat old man pointed at the boy's nose and scolded him because of a trivial matter, telling him to be smarter in front of his friends in the future.

The boy nodded and bowed with tears in his eyes, and the braid hanging on his back shook accordingly.

Fei Mingqiu experienced the feeling of a player entering "Trash".

Immersive. 100% real.

These images temporarily created by Taishibi are quite vivid, as if they really came to the late Qing Dynasty.

The small town far from the coast knew nothing about the war that had taken place, but through the conversation of the two old men, one could get a glimpse of the decadence.

Shang Yuan shook his hand at him, "Why are you in a daze? Be careful, this is an illusion, not the real future."

Fei Mingqiu: "I'm thinking, since Dijun can make up such a story, doesn't he think people are cute? In the face of the torrent of history, everyone is small, fragile, and confused, and maybe they will spend their whole lives in it." The farthest place he has been to is the provincial capital two hundred miles away. Such a person does not realize that the dynasty he lives in is about to collapse."

Shang Yuan understood what he meant, "After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, the civilization accumulated since the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties has not been cut off, and it is still moving forward."

History is a river rich in water and sand, where people exist, civilization exists.

Everyone's life spread out and pressed into a blank book is a very interesting novel.

A far better novel than anyone else's memoir.

"So I don't understand why Di Jun threw us into such an illusion. What does he want?" Fei Mingqiu said to himself.

What to say!In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale, and huge blood-red waves splashed on the sparkling water!

The surrounding environment is like a holographic video with the fast-forward button pressed. The trees turn from green to yellow and then wither their branches and leaves. The doors of each house are constantly opening and closing. There are coffins and white figures crying from inside, and there are also red hijabs timidly. In the end, the last, the last, all the houses smashed tiles and burned beams in the fire, blood flowed on the street, and the horse-faced old man helped two girls who had just bound their feet and jumped anxiously. Qinglianzi's carriage ran away somewhere.

Fei Mingqiu felt forced to watch all this by a pair of hands clasping his arms and pressing him in place.

As the relationship with the player becomes closer and closer, even if he knows that this is a specially fabricated story by Dijun, he will inevitably feel depressed and depressed, staring blankly at the fat old man holding two boxes of silver and two fields in his arms and being pushed to the side of the bridge by a bearded man On the stone tablet, shouted: "Hey!"

The story does not allow him to speak, he thinks he exists, but no one can see him.

The bearded man stooped to snatch the wooden box and ran away. Shang Yuan broke free from the two invisible hands on his shoulders, stretched out his hands and rolled over the fat old man's body.

The fat old man's face was bloody and bloody, and after staring at it for a long time, he looked like... a father.

Fei Mingqiu was startled.

When he heard Shang Yuan calling him, his heart was beating like a drum, but his speech was rough and he couldn't speak at all.

The tranquility, clumsiness, isolation and madness of this story are intertwined and impacted his soul influenced by the players. In the late Qing Dynasty, countless undead souls destined to die pulled his hands and asked him why he insisted on fighting against God the Father; if the lives of most ordinary people are full of sudden attacks Why does he have to preserve the history after the Xia Dynasty, that is, the future of mortals?

[Isn’t the source of extinction more than 4000 years in advance not good? ]

[There is no painful memory without happening, is there? ]

[Let truly perfect creatures occupy Kyushu, and let pure joy swallow regret, jealousy, hatred...]

Di Jun's hoarse and cold voice echoed repeatedly in Fei Mingqiu's mind.

This is - the gods' version of one thought, one answer.

Di Jun wants to induce him to willingly dissect his real body and offer Kunlun Jade to him.

Fei Mingqiu suddenly felt pain, "Hiss!"

Shang Yuan grabbed Fei Mingqiu's right hand, aimed at the inside of his wrist and took another bite, "Can you hear me?"

Fei Mingqiu: "... I can hear you. Shang Yuan, your uncle, my hand was broken by you."

The young man had a delicate expression. He raised his right arm, his whole palm hanging down in a strange posture, and the teeth marks were oozing out continuously.

Shang Yuan's expression was more subtle.

"...I'll take it back for you."

Fei Mingqiu gave him a funny look, clicked the bone setting himself, took the mountain god's cane from his waist, held it high and waved it left and right.

The flowing waves of the East China Sea, the Kunlun Mountains of the West, and the spiritual energy of the mountains and the sea converge towards his palm.

Who can't make up a story?

At any rate, he is of the same origin as Taishibi and also came from the Kunlun Mountains. He also owned a Taishibi. It would not be difficult to borrow a place to make up a story.

Shang Yuan understood, his eyes turned into golden-green tiger eyes, and he held the knife to cut off the only stone bridge in the entire illusion that did not change.

The old turtle carrying the stele suddenly came back to life, and spit out several supernatural powers towards Shang Yuan.

Kunwu Knife, also known as Jade Cutting Knife, cuts not ordinary stones, but divine jade that contains the spirit of heaven and earth.

The old turtle couldn't resist, and turned into a black smoke and dived into the water.

For a while, the scene of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood was taken back, and the water town no longer existed, replaced by a salt pond that doubled in size.

Eighty thousand players farm, weave, burn pottery, forge iron, blow glass, cook salt...

The number of players increased day by day, 10, 15, 25, and finally reached one billion!

This is almost the number of all Internet users in China in 2021!

And in this story, there is a man with long hands, long legs and ordinary appearance who tried countless times to exterminate human beings, only to return in sorrow time and time again.

Di Jun was so annoyed when he saw it outside that he actually got into the Taishi pen with his real body and shouted: "I'm courting death!"

As soon as he stood still, the Kunwu knife cut through his throat, picking out his still active tongue.

Fei Mingqiu: "An old priest of the Xia people tribe once told me that as long as there are enough players and enough trust in me, ordinary supernatural powers may also be able to kill gods. I said that I am an ordinary person, and I can't even solve the floods that occur every year. How could it be possible to kill a god? Di Jun, are you right?"