Waste Strong Foundation

Fei Mingqiu slept very restlessly.

He was still thinking about the general of the Tang Dynasty, and he always felt that the actions of the other party and even the extravagant Tang knife were a bit too "appropriate".

The appropriateness lies in the general's words and deeds quite in line with his "alien" imagination of the middle and late Tang Dynasty:

Unprecedented self-confidence, accompanied by the urgency and hostility brought about by the rebellion in Fuzhou, and the admiration for Li Bai, a poet in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

In short, isn't the general's confession before his death a bit...

dramatic?Like an old student with a whip on a stage filled with flags.

Were people in the Tang Dynasty really so polite?

Why did he easily give up the idea of ​​breaking out of the siege, and tell a group of "barbarians" about his family status and family members?

From the time Xiong Tai and others were killed until today, how can a person survive in the wild?How did he single-handedly break into the hinterland of Yanchi?

wrong.

This kind of plot, he seems to have read some similar fragments in the essay collections of Ma Binghe and the old scholars——

Fei Mingqiu thought for a while, then suddenly clapped his hands, "It's Tang Chuanqi, and it's a little bit like a scholar's ghost novel in "Taiping Guangji"."

Without waiting for him to think about it, the applause startled the young man sitting in the golden throne on the bluestone steps with his eyes closed and meditating.

The cloud and mist dissipated quickly, and the distance between them was shortened to five steps in an instant.

Fei Mingqiu found that he was dreaming again, and it was not the first time he had dreamed of this young man who was very similar to him.

He reunited with Shang Yuan in a different place, and was forced to pick up the past memories, whether it was good or bad, whether it was guilt or regret.

Thanks to a dangerous goods engineer, he re-examined the rainy night in the study that changed the fate of all his family members.

At the same time, the innocent and kind-hearted "Fei Mingqiu" who has played for a long time has a spring breeze that affects his nature and makes him take contradictory actions.

Fei Mingqiu was in a delicate mood, walked up the stone steps slowly, and greeted the young man softly: "Brother."

……

The young man sitting on the throne slowly opened his eyes, and squinted to recognize the slave kneeling beside him, "Oh, you are on duty today. Is it dawn yet?"

The female slave shook her head, and passed the warm soup to the young man's mouth, "Please use it, my lord."

The young man smelled the strong smell of blood in the concoction, and pushed the female slave's hand away in disgust, and sat up straight after hanging his eyes for a while, "Danzhu."

The red-haired man leaning against the back of the throne and wiping his iron sword put down his huge sword and straightened the golden crown on his forehead, "Rong Yu, who did you dream about again?"

The young man was unwilling to answer, and advised him instead: "—Oh, old Tang, how long have you taken me in?"

The red-haired man turned around and walked over, looking down at his face condescendingly, "Twelve years. Or ten years. Take medicine, you have to live well."

"Damn it, I'm fucking dying." The young man crossed his arms and snarled at each other.

Tao Tang Danzhu paused, "You are still very young. It's just that you used supernatural powers desperately in your early years, and consumed some lifespan ahead of time."

"...Nonsense. Old Tang, I remember my mother said that the ancients had a saying of returning to the light. Recently, I often dream of my family members waking up in the daytime, basking in the sun, and being able to go to the ground for a short while. Presumably this is the returning light. I don't know what enmity you have with that Shun from the Northern King City, but I can no longer help you kill the gods, and after I die, I must burn my body with fire."

After the young man finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, as if refusing to communicate and negotiate.

Danzhu nodded resolutely, and ordered the female slave to exchange for a bowl of soup that did not add human blood, and walked out of the stone building quickly.

Outside the stone building stood an army of 500 soldiers ready to go. The soldiers were dipping their fingers in blood-red cinnabar to smear their bodies.

This kind of pigment is very rare and precious in the northern Central Plains, but it is very abundant in the south, which has attracted countless tribal wars.

Dan Zhu put on rattan armor, raised his arms and shouted: "The priest is here to wait for orders. The rest, follow me at dawn!"

Two bearded overseers ran over in a panic and pointed to the large altar in the south where the earth was still being buried.

Thousands of slaves in the tribe have been busy for five days and four nights, just to sacrifice a weak mountain god:

Beside the altar lay a huge and strong six-eyed white deer. After killing more than 400 slaves, it shed the blood of the gods and died with a cry.

Its multicolored canes tightly wrapped around the antlers were removed by two greedy slaves, and instantly grew into a towering giant tree.

The mountain god can't leave his mountain for too long, and it's hard for him to stick to it for several days; as expected, he couldn't support it in the end, and was bitten back by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Danzhu didn't care, and ordered: "Keep that tree, it's good wood. When Shi Rongyu dies, burn it to make his coffin."

The supervisor sighed angrily: "But—he is a foreigner who fell from the sky...no, nothing."

"The god rank of this mountain god is still too low. Since my father deprived me of my divine power and exiled me here, the only way to communicate with the gods is to sacrifice to the lesser gods alive. He won't let me inherit the throne, so I want to lead the army Go back, kill Shun, and become the longest-lived king in the world."

The overseer's expression changed instantly, and he complimented: "Yes, just look at whose side Father God is on, and you will know that this Kyushu belongs to our Tao Tang family."

Danzhu smiled slightly.

He is really a handsome man, but it is a pity that red hair and red eyes are an ominous sign, and he was the most disliked son of the late king Tang Yao during his lifetime.

The sky gradually became clearer, the trembling red sun jumped out, and the morning glow was shining golden, completely driving away the dark night and the gloomy rainstorm.

The merchant in this compartment stared at Yuanyuan from a distance, "Go ahead."

Yuanyuan dressed up like a great dancer, waved a branch wrapped with hemp rope, and spit three bright fires at the general's body.

The sun is the most yang god in the world. It is early summer, when the earth's atmosphere rises, and the divine fire of Xihe has the effect of expelling demons and demons.

All the players stood on tiptoe to watch the plot of the game that openly promoted "feudal superstition".

Seeing the general turn into a wisp of green smoke, Li Xiaoming and others took the lead to quickly take a screenshot and take a group photo.

As a big streamer with a lot of traffic, Gu Dailu was driven by the desire to survive, and emphasized: "Brothers, use the public screen to believe in science."

As for the slaves and civilians in Yanchi, suffering from disasters day after day, Liu Shen looked helplessly at Yuan Yuan, who was standing in the sun and fiddling with the magic fire.

Yuanyuan was a little shy, she spread her ungrown wings to drive away the crowd, and then showed to Shang Yuan, "Hey, God Lord."

Shang Yuan watched the Tang knife turn into ashes, and asked, "Chicken, do you know what these are?"

Yuan Yuan was not so heartbroken when Ying Long threw her concussion yesterday, she wailed and said, "God, Yuan Yuan is really not a chicken. Although I didn't help last night, I am more loyal than the two old women, you The tiger falls in Pingyang and is caught by a dog—cough, I will protect you!"

Although it is not as powerful as the god of "Tiger Falls in Pingyang".

For example, the giant ao summoned by Yinglong cannot subdue it, it can only hide far away, ready to run any way at any time.

Shang Yuan: "It seems that you don't know anything."

Yuan Yuan faltered and argued strongly: "Who, who said that I graduated from Kunlun Middle School No. 7! God, you shouldn't know?"

Shang Yuan set his words calmly: "Huh? How should I say it?"

"Most of the books in the library of the Queen Mother of the West are copied from you. You are the most knowledgeable god in Kunlun. Have you forgotten this? I don't believe you when Xi He said you were killed by the Phoenix. However, your current poor appearance must be stained with something dirty——Lord Fenghuang is always smiling, if it is really his murderous hand, it will be like a beast!"

Why is there something about Phoenix here?

The Enlightened Beast is dead?Didn't you say that you just went down the mountain not long ago?

Shang Yuan: "Is it possible... that this general from the Tang Dynasty and the imported product from Panyu in the South China Sea were all written by Emperor Jun?"

This can explain why the willow box disappeared out of thin air.

Because Chuangshi God is omnipotent, moody, and loves to toss.

Yuanyuan was startled, shook her head frantically, and poohed three times, "Shenjun, don't guess. Father God is higher than you, and you can't beat him in your prime. Besides, let alone, why did Father God do this? I can't figure out how to ask Yinglong to kill that mortal."

Shang Yuan had no interest in the grievances between Dayu and the gods, so he took out two volumes of blank ancient books in yellowed butterflies and said, "Burn these too."

Yuanyuan nodded and said yes, but she couldn't burn it even after holding back her energy. She wanted to cry but had no tears. "Shenjun, tomorrow, tomorrow. I have no energy."

Shang Yuan glanced at Yuan Yuan's blood-stained two pairs of wings.

Although Yuanyuan was very moved, she always felt despised, and she dared not be angry or speak up, puffing her cheeks into a puffer fish.

Shang Yuan handed over the two volumes of books to Yuan Yuan for safekeeping, and took care of the trivial matters of the players on Fei Mingqiu's behalf, and then went back to the mobile home to see if he was awake.

The sun was rising in the east, and the smoky red light fell softly on the shoulder and neck line of the young man, and then it was pink and white.

Fei Mingqiu just woke up, he was still in a daze, he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, just got up and fell back to the floor, when he heard footsteps, he turned his head and looked over.

Standing outside the door, Shang Yuan raised his hand and tapped the young man's gauze-wrapped neck, his voice softened involuntarily: "What's wrong?"

Fei Mingqiu stared at him blankly, until Shang Yuan, who was either unmotivated or the killing machine, bowed his head uncomfortably to light his cigarette, and suddenly smiled.

A Mr. Shuren said it well, there is no such thing as foolishness and sweetness in the world.Um.