On the Importance of Chinese Characters

The Tianlu army withdrew, but Mr. Shuyu disliked the dilapidated state of Luoye City after repeated battles, and was unwilling to accept Dongpeng's invitation. He asked someone to find a place in the forest not far away, and he was very powerful. In a short period of time, a bamboo building for hospitality was built, and Fang Qiling was invited over.

"Young master said, the guest building is small, it's nothing to entertain my brothers, I'm just afraid of neglecting the distinguished guests, so I don't invite you to go."

After the waitress beside Shuyu arrived, she first handed the post to Fang Qiling respectfully with both hands, then turned around and saluted Zhuang Yunzhou and the others with a smile. Not very comfortable.

Fang Qiling paused holding the post, raised his brows, and was about to get angry when Zhuang Yunzhou held him down: "You go, I happen to have something to say with the Patriarch of the Sha Clan."

Fang Qiling looked at him, Zhuang Yunzhou kept his eyes fixed, and after a long while, he followed the waitress with a sullen face.

After the two left, he hugged disciple Pu and said in a low voice: "I have heard that Mr. Shuyu of the Tianmu clan has always been proud, and now I have seen it."

Zhuang Yunzhou's mentality is very good: "Mr. Shuyu is only a friend of Qiling, and it is his freedom not to want to make friends with us. Besides, today we are asking people to do things, and we are even more picky. If you are not convinced, try to let yourself be famous. Yang Wujing, when the time comes, there will naturally be countless people who want to make friends with you."

When the elders on the left and right heard his words, their eyes flashed with satisfaction. This child is rare to have a clear and understanding temperament. When he walks outside in the future, he may not be too far behind to accept it.

On the other side of the bamboo building, Shuyu was nestling comfortably on the soft couch, an old man appeared out of nowhere beside the empty one, and sighed: "Since the young master wants to make friends with that spirit clansman, why don't you join him with his fellow disciples?" And invited. Like this, I'm afraid it's not friendship, but friendship."

Shuyu put his hands behind his head, and said casually: "Brother Muyun won't be like this. He also knows my temperament. If I make friends with someone, I will be the one I like. What else, I have the best eyes to see you." Don't see it."

The old man wanted to say something more, but another voice came from the sky: "Okay, don't miss the young master. The young master is the head of the Tianmu clan, a mere spirit clan, how dare you care about it? Who does the young master want to make friends with? They will be handed over at the same time."

The old man who appeared did not agree, and when he opened his mouth, there happened to be soft footsteps coming from outside the bamboo building, so he stopped his mouth and disappeared instantly.

Shuyu, who was impatient to listen to the argument between the two, had his eyes lit up, turned over and stood up, and went to greet him in person: "Brother Mu Yun!" Seeing Fang Qiling, he opened his arms to give him a long-lost hug.

Fang Qiling followed the maid into the bamboo building, and saw that the place was elegant and quiet, hung with blue and white sea gauze, and the screens were low and low, there were a few seats, snacks, and drinks, he didn't pay attention to Shuyu's open arms , threw the post on the steps, and snorted coldly: "Mr. Shuyu is really impressive."

Shuyu put down his arms embarrassingly, and wondered: "Brother, are you angry that I don't want to make friends with your fellow students? I was like this when I was in the blood pond, and I have never seen brother like this."

Fang Qiling rolled his eyes: "Can it be the same? Yunzhou is my monk!"

Monks?Tianmu Shuyu's eyes widened in an instant, and he said in surprise, "When did it happen? I want to introduce my sister to my elder brother!"

"What?" Fang Qiling was surprised this time, he gestured twice between the two of them, "We are not of the same race, what are you thinking?"

Shuyu curled her lips: "Although they are of different clans, the spirit clan and the Mu clan have similar appearances, so why not? Although there are few interracial marriages in Tianze Realm, it is not uncommon. You have never seen my sister, she is so beautiful , there are many heroes chasing her!"

"Don't." Fang Qiling waved his hand, "No matter how good your sister is, it has nothing to do with me. I have Yunzhou in this life."

When he said this, his expression was gentle and satisfied, but he stuffed Mr. Shuyu with a mouthful of dog food.

Then Shuyu thought of something: "Is your monk the sweetheart you mentioned in the pool of blood?"

"Naturally." Fang Qiling's eyes were filled with color, "I exhausted my mind to get his approval, and I will hold a contract ceremony in a few days. Let me tell you, he is gentle and considerate in Yunzhou, talented but not ostentatious at all, and ah return……"

Speaking of Zhuang Yunzhou, Fang Qiling can be said to be eloquent, wishing he could pile all the good words in the world on the monk, he was stunned when he heard it, and looking at him was like looking at another person.

Fang Qiling's performance aroused Tianmu Shuyu's curiosity, he stopped Fang Qiling to boast endlessly: "It's the eldest brother who is a monk, so it would be too rude for Cai Shuyu just now. Let's go, I will make amends to my sister-in-law."

In Fang Qiling's heart, there was still energy in his heart, but he was drowned by Tianmu Shuyu's "sister-in-law". Although he loves to make friends, he can be regarded as a close friend. Feng Zangshui is one of his childhood sweethearts, and then these are the ones who bathe in blood together in the pool of blood The eight brothers and sisters who fought and died.

It was these people who he most wanted to introduce to Zhuang Yunzhou.Shuyu has an arrogant personality, and he always makes friends based on what he sees with his own eyes, no matter how good or high your reputation is, if he doesn't see it in person, he won't recognize you at all.Now, he can be said to have worked hard.

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After Fang Qiling was sent away, Zhuang Yunzhou also had time to deal with the remaining affairs of the Sha clan, so he invited the patriarch of the Sha clan, Dongpeng, to talk.

When Dongpeng heard that Zhuang Yunzhou had invited him, without saying a word, he handed over the family affairs to Rong Nu and went to find someone. He also had a lot of questions in his heart that needed to be answered.

When he found him, Zhuang Yunzhou was standing beside the Chunling Flower Field.

Light green dots of stars drifted out from his flat palm and fell into the sea of ​​flowers all over the sky. The wavy flowers on the edges of the petals swayed in the wind, like countless dancing beauties, amazingly beautiful.

Dongpeng paused, seeing those flowers that had been sluggish due to the approach of a large number of strangers raised their slightly drooping flowers under the light green light, held their heads high, and became more and more beautiful, he couldn't help sighing: "The entire Celestial Clan, the spirit Although the race cannot be counted as a strong race, it is definitely the most versatile race."

Regardless of the power of that race, the Spirit Race can always have similar origin techniques. The Weidao Celestial Clan once had absurd rumors that the Spirit Race was the son of luck chosen by Tianze, and the Five Sages just stole the luck of the Spirit Race. Fang's holy place.Although it is extremely absurd, it also illustrates the magic of the source technique.

"Patriarch Dongpeng." Zhuang Yunzhou turned around and said with a smile.

Dongpeng stepped forward, stood still in front of Zhuang Yunzhou, and made a big salute first: "Thank you for saving the family." Then he stood up and hesitated, "I wonder if the venerable can tell who was entrusted to come to the rescue?"

Zhuang Yunzhou smiled, lowered his head and said to the storage stone hanging on his chest, "Come out."

As soon as the words fell, a gleaming white light lit up from the storage stone, and a pure white flower bud of pure spirit rose from the storage stone, and quietly opened its petals in mid-air.

Dongpeng's heart trembled, just now Zhuang Yunzhou stood in front of the flower field but he never withered any of the pure spirit flowers, a little expectation rose in his heart, now seeing the mother god, tears flowed down his lips trembling, With a 'plop', he knelt down on his knees: "Mother God!"

'Cheng' stood among the flowers and smiled at him: "Don't cry, Dongpeng."

Dongpeng took two steps on his knees, looked up at 'Cheng', wanted to say something but couldn't speak because of Zhuang Yunzhou's presence.

"Let's talk, I'll walk around." Zhuang Yunzhou was extremely considerate, turned around and walked into the pure spirit flower field.

Dongpeng saw the person walking away, and hurriedly said: "What did the mother god agree to his request? He is a spirit clan, does the mother god want to go with him? Or, you can go now, he has a great favor to our clan In the future, our Sha tribe will be at his disposal, this should be enough, and there is no need for the Mother Goddess to sacrifice her life."

'Cheng' walked out of the bud, turned into an adult size, and lovingly touched Dongpeng's head: "Don't think about it, the mother goddess is going home."

"Going home?" Dongpeng was stunned, and suddenly turned his head to look at the Qingjun Lingzu standing in the flower field collecting flower seeds, "He...?"

'Cheng' smiled, full of emotion: "I once said that this place is not my hometown, but I was exiled here due to a sudden accident. Now that there are people from my hometown, I want to go home."

When it comes to going home, 'Cheng' feels somewhat uneasy. They have been wandering for 3 years, and I don't know how many people in Huaguo can recognize and write about themselves. If they don't go home again, they will live a few more years , these oracle bone inscriptions and seal characters will be completely forgotten.

Hearing that the Mother Goddess was just returning home, Dongpeng let out a long breath and smiled reassuringly: "The Mother Goddess' wish for tens of thousands of years is finally fulfilled."

'Cheng' saw that although he was reluctant to let go, he was still thinking about himself, and he didn't think about what would happen to the Sha clan after he left, so he said seriously: "Before I go home, I will never let you go. , I am afraid that Lu Mingjiu will not be able to tolerate the Sharks for a long time, and Royer City is not a place to stay for a long time."

Dongpeng didn't know it, but now the Sha clan is full of wounded, and the children have been sent out and scattered all over the place. When it comes to relocating the clan, how easy is it?

'Cheng' smiled: "Don't worry about Dongpeng, before I leave, I can still do something. First..."

She beckoned and summoned the pure spirit flower floating in the air, and put it into Dongpeng's hands, "I will leave this ancestral avatar in the Sha clan, and you must not show it to others again; secondly, come and pick up my avatar!" The person is the elder of Baopu Palace, he has asked me to find a place for the Sha tribe on the collar of the spirit tribe."

"In the future, you will bring people to vote for him. It may be difficult at first, but it will be fine in the future. Remember?"

"Well, I've made a note." Dongpeng saw that the mother god hadn't worried about the Sharks before she left, so she held back her reluctance and said, "Don't worry, no matter how difficult it is, I will definitely continue the Sharks."

'Cheng' nodded with a smile: "This way I'm at ease." She disappeared, floated up slowly, looked around the whole Luoye in mid-air, and then turned into a stream of light and suddenly plunged into the imaginary sea of ​​Zhuang Yunzhou, like a shooting star It flew away, and finally hit the word stone.

The virtual sea in Zhuang Yunzhou trembled, and he felt something in his heart. He hurriedly sat down cross-legged in the flower field, the picture of Cangjie sage in the sea of ​​consciousness lit up, and the Yuanli exercises also operated along the meridians, and the last gift from "Sincerity" turned into a thick The origin qi of his body drilled into his virtual sea.

At this time, in the virtual sea, the holy mountain trembled, and on the mountainside, there was a word 'cheng' in small seal script, as if someone had drawn it with a stylus pen, and carved it on the mountain wall one by one with the flashing brilliance, waiting for the last stroke After the completion, the dazzling light appeared, and the dark void sea illuminated was translucent, and then quickly faded away.

No one knew that when the Lord of the Northern Territory, who was far away in the Eastern Territory, returned to the sacred mountain in 'Cheng', his hand holding the chess suddenly paused.

Seeing his expression moving slightly, the Lord of the Eastern Realm asked, "What's wrong?"

The Lord of the Northern Territory smiled: "It's nothing, it's just a pity that we won't see such a beautiful pure spirit flower in the future."

The master of the Eastern Realm, who hooked a giant chess piece with his tail, flicked the chess piece lightly, dropped the piece, and then laughed: "That little flower was discovered by the Spirit Race? I don't know what you think, so you take it back if you like it, and you want to put it there I'm not afraid that the one on the west side will be ruined by you."

"He still cares so much?" The Lord of the North seemed to find it interesting, and chuckled, "It's been more than 2 years, and you still have a grudge?"

"Who knows him? He has the most dead spirit race in the western region. How long have we been together? There is absolutely no way another saint will appear in this world. Even the spirit race... is impossible."

"The foundation of holiness has been destroyed, unless it cracks again on this day." The master of the western realm carefully looked at the chessboard, and finally found a good piece, and threw the piece over happily.

The Lord of the Northern Territory stretched the nine long tails, threw a chess piece casually, and smiled half-smile: "I don't think it's a bad thing to have one more. These days are getting more and more boring."

The Lord of the East raised his huge eyelids and sneered: "Isn't the battle to seize the city once in 200 years not enough for you to have fun? Do you have to fight again?"

The Lord of the Northern Territory showed an innocent smile on his handsome and bewitching face: "Why not?"

The master of the Eastern Realm lazily opened his mouth wide and yawned. The sun shone lazily on him, and soon he lost interest in the chess game he was just excited about. Closed, I want to sleep: "If you want to play, you can play by yourself, I won't accompany you."

"Lazy cat!" The Lord of the North threw the chess piece, leaned sideways, supported his head with one hand, and played with his long silver hair with the other. He didn't know what to think, and laughed: "Speaking of it, it seems that the beautiful little tower was also taken by Did the same person take it?"

This playful little guy can't be discovered by the worm in the west.

The Lord of the Northern Territory pulled out a long hair and threw it with his hand, and the hair turned into a silver light and flew up into the sky.

And on the stone platform not far from the Lord of the North, there is a stone flower with one black and one white stem growing side by side.The stone flower was shone by the silver light, and there was a streamer flashing on its body, and the silver light outlined a pattern, which was the word 'chess' in Xiaozhuan script!