Waste Strong Foundation

Fei Mingqiu: "What's wrong?"

Yuanyuan showed a ghostly expression, and grabbed Fei Mingqiu's hand and touched it again and again, "A strange thing! A strange thing! Did you dream about anything when you rested last night?"

Fei Mingqiu paused, "No."

Yuanyuan just marveled and didn't ask any further questions. She dipped her sharp and thin blue nails in water and painted on the table, "There was a lucky mortal like you who ate our things by mistake, and because of his excellent bones, Those who have cultivated some supernatural powers after several years of practice. The more supernatural powers, the closer they are to gods. Among them, the best ones may enter the Tianmen Gate and be blessed by the gods. Do you know where the Tianmen Gate is?"

The crystallization of science, the culmination of human wisdom, and the latest generation of artificial intelligence Alpha couldn't stand it anymore, and complained angrily:

"You you monster! Feudal superstition! Ghosts and monsters! Do you know where the three of us came from?"

"Hmph, I don't argue with you, a bear." Yuan Yuan said she was brave, but she was frightened. After all, he was a failure as a god, and he knew too little, so he just played tricks in front of the god. "Tianmen is the divine domain where the gods connect with each other. Little gods like us can only try our luck. If we hear that Fuxi is not doing well in management and uses Shenhuo to pay off his debts, he will fly from Kunlun to the East China Sea."

Fuxi is the legendary goddess who lives in the East China Sea and is in charge of the ten suns.

Fei Mingqiu has always been good at accepting new things, and he has already overcome the discomfort of the shattering of the three views, and comforted him as he went to the countryside:

"You are already very powerful to be Fuxi's creditor, so don't underestimate yourself."

Yuanyuan's face turned pale, "No, I just followed suit and invested in Fuxi's aquarium in the East China Sea when I was young—don't go! It's full of tentacle monsters and densely packed fish eggs. It's impossible to catch some fish and shrimp and cook it in a hot pot. The old woman picks very well and deserves to go out of business."

Alpha, who fell into a state of autism, flashed back for a while when he heard "hot pot".

"Is it easy to see a god like Fuxi?" Fei Mingqiu asked.

"Of course it's not easy to see. Tianmen is usually just a vast sea of ​​clouds, and there is nothing but yourself." Yuanyuan looked in Shangyuan's direction, with a look of hope to be praised, "Shenjun, am I right? Willing to stay There are not many gods left in the world."

"Then where are they going?"

Unexpectedly, Yuanyuan was stunned by the question, and stammered: "What does this have to do with you? You are a human being, and you built such a big city with these souls who have no documents to guide the way from the underworld. Now, I don't think he dared to do it with a horse's head."

Oh, plus one new intel:

The mountain god near the settlement has the head of a horse and shoulders duties similar to "city management" or "local official". Yuanyuan has a good relationship with him.

Fei Mingqiu couldn't help but think of how reckless it was to lead the players to carry out construction work before.

but……

The problem is coming.

After all, Shang Yuan is not the god who guards Kunlun in Yuanyuan's memory at all.

How could the gods of the earth go to the central star thousands of billions of light years away to work for the government court——

However, since both Tangtang Xihe (Fuxi) are not doing well, there is little news of the real Kunlun god who has been missing for many days, and Qingniao's youngest son is a foolish child who believes in pirated books and is reborn from nirvana privately... What to do, you gods seem to be real It's over.

Fei Mingqiu snapped off the roasted quail's neck and handed it to Yuanyuan, "Is the Tianmen you mentioned related to me?"

Yuanyuan was taken aback, and her heart was far away, she coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment, chewed up the quail head in a few mouthfuls, and said shamelessly: "Aren't you just talking. My guardian spirit matches you very well, I almost thought you were The compatriots and brothers that I left behind... In just nine hours, the soul guard has been integrated into your five internal organs, and although the supernatural powers are not there, they will be able to enter the gate of heaven in the future—isn't this a strange thing?"

He sucked the oil on his fingers and added: "The four of us are on the same boat now, how to enter the gate of heaven, I will teach you tomorrow."

Fei Mingqiu: "." Thank you.

Alpha looked at the absent-minded Shang Yuan, feeling deeply that the family's status was gradually declining, and yelled at him: "Smelly monster, crawl! It's the three of us!"

The salt pond a hundred miles away.

This is an earthen city surrounded by mountains on three sides. There are only two gates on the north side for caravans and warriors from afar to enter and exit.

Foamy, turbid brine gushes from fissures in the surface, accompanied by a couple of crustaceans twitching upwards.

The weather is getting warmer and the sun is rising.Sunny sometimes means torture.

After the spring breeze entered the arena, it was like a fly stained with hot glutinous rice. There was nowhere to escape, and it could only struggle in the salty smell.

The naked slave with the broom in his hand walked back and forth in a bowed position, trying to push the overflowing salt water into the large pool beside him.

There are a total of 24 pools like this, which are used to expose natural brine to make salt, and each pool is filled with deep yellow salt crystals.

The master did not speak, and the slaves did not dare to talk easily, and meekly endured repetitive labor and eternal hunger.

To their slight consolation—or occasional bliss—there were slaves who were more tired and poorly fed than they were.

The knocking sound that pierces the stench of salt stirs the exhausted nerves of every slave.

Suddenly, a harsh scolding overshadowed the digging of the mine.

Dozens of skinny men looked at the same place silently.

Someone died.

The man with the black and white bearskin on his shoulder shook the bone wind chime in his hand, "Go on! You can't do salt drying, you can't dig the ground either!"

The young man with pus in his left eye gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Beast. He obviously forbids us to dry the salt. Drying the salt is much easier than this."

"Hush. Li, you can't say any more, or your other eye will be broken."

"If you break it, you can break it. My father didn't choose me to be a priest. I'm blind, so I can still compete with you. Fourth uncle, will you come back? If I were him, I wouldn't come back, he Try to find a place to start again, nine people, enough to hunt."

The man known as the fourth uncle replied him in a low voice: "This is the reason why you were not selected by the high priest. Your brother is better than you."

Qi Li caught a glimpse of the man riding a black and white bear patrolling here, turned his head and left without arguing.

There are many kinds of iron-eating beasts, like the oranges in Jiangnan and Jiangbei, and the black and white bears on each mountain are even a little different.

And the group raised by the nobles of Yanchi is the most fierce.

They can both participate in hunting and help "herd" slaves.

Suddenly, the female slaves were picked and painted with cinnabar powder and pulled to the side of the square, and the left city gate was opened wide.

The team that participated in the annual main city sacrifice is back.

The old priest was gray-haired, sitting cross-legged on an indescribably ugly wooden stool, with two young warriors driving behind him.

"Priest! In your absence, everything was yours. Nine people escaped, most of them potters."

"That's not because of me, it's Xuanyuan's instruction. Xuanyuan thinks we don't deserve the blessing of making clay pots." The old priest sighed.

There is Xiong's family who believes in Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

The Yellow Emperor is a god second only to Emperor Jun. When he attacked Emperor Yan, he led six pro-armies, including the Xiong family.

They are proud of this and think that other tribes in the world are not as noble as they are born.

The cheers of the clansmen and the bloody smell of female slaves being sacrificed were heard outside.

The patriarch, Xiong, raised his head too hard, playing with a piece of bronze lump, and looked at the two-wheeled carriage parked outside the house with dark eyes——

"Is this car easy to use?"

Yuanyuan crossed her waist and thought for a moment, then transformed into a blue bird and flew into the sky in front of the players, "I will find some good horses for you."

Fei Mingqiu didn't have time to thank him, he glanced at his watch and said to everyone:

"The fire in the thatched cottage is finally extinguished. Let's go early and return early. Yanchi is not far from here. Anyone willing to go with me?"

The players have no morals, raised their arms and shouted: "For the Horde! That must!"

You Xiong, who owns the salt and iron resources, is their half-brother.

The author says:

A mistake was corrected on March 3.Some descriptions in this chapter are not mistakes, but foreshadowing (?), um.