Now that he has decided to accept Jiang Wang's help, Ye Qingyu doesn't hesitate: "Looking back, I will summarize the situation of Chi Yunshan, the fighting methods of other companies, and their advantages and disadvantages, and write a booklet for you."
Jiang Wang nodded and asked, "When will we leave for Chiyun Mountain?"
"I have been there once before, completed the preparatory ceremony for entering the mountain, and met with several other parties, but I did not see Yun Youweng." Ye Qingyu said: "The next time I go, it will be the official opening of Chiyun Mountain. It’s time, there are still ten days.”
"Brother." Jiang Ananba said after listening for a long time: "How many more days can we play?"
"No more fun." Jiang Wang smiled and grabbed her and turned her around: "Now go back to do evening classes! You are already an extraordinary monk Jiang An'an!"
After sending the reluctant boss Jiang Anan back to his room, Jiang Wang went to find Qianqian.
There are still ten days left for Chi Yunshan's appointment, which is just in time to complete the previously planned things.
For example... take me forward to a place.
When I saw Qian Qian, he, who had always been depressed, was grinning sillyly.
"What happy event happened to you?" Jiang Wang was a little curious.
"You won't believe it even if I tell you." Qiang Xiang said cheerfully: "I was walking outside just now, and a magic weapon fell from the sky while I was walking. Tell me about this luck!"
He shook the snow-colored hairpin in his hand at Jiang Wang: "It can condense a cloud car, it's so majestic! It's also very fast!"
Jiang Wang could only express envy. After all, he didn't know much about the Lingxiao Secret Land, and he didn't know if there was a "tradition" of dropping treasures in this place.
"Where can I take a walk? I'll try it when I have time."
"It's hard to force things like fate." He snarled forward and sighed in a very artificial way: "I and some lords have done so much dirty work that we don't even have a few Dao Yuan Stones." A few days after arriving at Lingxiao Pavilion, I picked up a magic weapon while taking a walk. Could it be that this is a wealthy family? Is the gap between people really that big? "
Jiang Wang turned a deaf ear and said directly: "You don't have to clean up anyway, let's go."
"I don't have to clean it up!" Xiang Xiang retorted subconsciously, but after thinking about it, he really was too lazy to clean it up, so he asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go to the place I told you before."
"Hey, why don't you take little An'an with you?" He asked after leaving Lingxiao's secret place and moving forward.
"She." Jiang Wang was flying in the air, wearing a hunting robe: "She is tired and resting."
The road from Yun State to Zhuang State is not unfamiliar.
Because the white-haired boy once walked over step by step with his sister on his back, using his legs to measure all the ups and downs in the distance.
Even if you are flying from the sky at this time, overlooking the mountains and rivers, everything is still vivid in your mind.
In that cave, he and An An once cuddled up and warmed themselves up by the fire. On the top of the mountain, he set off fireworks in the middle of the night for An.
After leaving Zhuang Country, he never mentioned anything that happened in Zhuang Country, but that was by no means forgotten. That just means he can't forget.
Always remember, always unforgettable.
So it cannot be mentioned.
Xiang Xiang didn't care about anything. He actually didn't care where Jiang Wang was taking him. When I came to Yun Country, I just didn't want to offend my friend.
After playing with the hairpin magic weapon that I picked up accidentally, I quickly lost interest after showing it off in front of Jiang Wang.
He saw mountains and rivers along the way, and his eyes just passed by them casually.
The Qichang Mountains were not worth mentioning among the mountains he had seen, and he would not pay much attention to them.
Even in the gloomy and ghostly place he saw across the mountains, he had no interest and was too lazy to pay attention.
At most, I just think that such a place, embedded behind the lush green mountains, is really a bit ugly.
But he saw Jiang Wang stop and land right here.
They landed outside the "Ghost", and there was indeed no one in sight.
Nearly a year has passed, and people in nearby cities have accepted the current situation here, knowing that this is a forbidden area, a place where the Netherworld Evil God has caused harm. Zhuang Ting does not need to send troops to garrison anymore, because no one dares to come.
"Is this where you want to take me?"
He looked forward and left, and said to himself: "It's true that no one will come to this place for a long time, right?"
Jiang Wang ignored him, just looked at the 'ghosts' silently, and said in his heart: "Long time no see."
Boss, Rucheng, Tang Dun, Senior Brother Huang, Brother Wei, Brother Zhao, Mr. Xiao... Long time no see.
"I have also been to a ghost country on earth, and it was Fengdu. My master took me there." Qiang Qian felt depressed for no reason, and almost subconsciously found something to say.
Jiang Wang still didn't speak. After a long silence, he looked at his surroundings and walked to a stone monument.
This monument is built tall, solemn and magnificent.
He stopped in front of the monument and looked at the inscription without saying a word for a long time.
Xiang Qian then took a closer look and discovered that it was a living monument, erected to commemorate the souls of the dead.
The inscription reads——
"Heaven and earth are governed by their destiny. I would like to inform Emperor Tianzu:
In the winter of the fourteenth year of Yongtai, the country lost its land and I lost my people.
The heart of heaven hates me, and the heart of the people aches for me.
This is the crime of envying one person!
How could it be so heartbreaking!
Like being cut into pieces by a thousand knives, this heart is fried in oil.
This is a national hatred, this is also a national hatred!
If you don't uproot the White Bone Path, I will be a king and father in vain!
In this lifetime, I will kill the bones of the evil god in the underworld!
It's a pity that the dead are gone, but the living are hard to catch up with.
Carrying the weight of the country alone, this body cannot be left lightly.
I hate that the two realms are separated and that heaven and man are separated forever.
Is it possible to wash away the hatred of all eternity by pouring all the water in the clear river?
I am weeping blood at this moment, and I am so sad that I don’t know what to say!
I only hope that God will show his kindness and bless my people of Fenglin with stability and prosperity in the next life!
——Zhuang Gaoxian stands sincerely. "
When he saw the Bone Road, Qian Qian guessed where this place should be.
He was present when Jiang Wang was killing pig noodles and dragon noodles.
He clearly knew how deeply Jiang Wang hated Bai Gu Dao.
And every word on this living monument describes what happened here.
"This is my home." Jiang Wang looked at this ghostly land without much expression on his face: "This place will always be caught between the underworld and the real world. The people here will never be reincarnated."
The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Zhuang Gaoxian wishes them prosperity and stability in the next life."
He went forward in silence for a while and asked, "Did Zhuang Gaoxian kill them?"
"I discovered the anomaly of the White Bone Dao and reported it to Zhuang Ting. But Zhuang Ting pretended not to know and allowed the demons of the White Bone Dao to sacrifice the whole city. Because Zhuang Gaoxian wanted to use the White Bone True Pill obtained by sacrificing the whole city to achieve success. He is the real person in this world!"
"None of the hundreds of thousands of people in the entire Maple Forest City survived. The only thing that can prove their existence is this living monument."
Jiang Wang reached out and touched the inscription on the living monument: "But here, it is recorded that Zhuang Gaoxian loved the people like a son, his greatness and commitment."
Silence forward.
Jiang Wang faced this place that had become a ghost in the world: "My home is here. My brothers, friends, classmates, teachers, neighbors, fellow villagers... are all here."
"I was seventeen years old that year, in the Youmai realm, and my hair turned gray overnight."
He asked: "When you say the word 'despair,' can I understand it?"
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