Jiuquan City, outside the East City Gate.
The steps of the four-eared donkey demon are still brisk, and the sound of "No, no, no" even has a strange rhythm. If you listen carefully, it seems to be playing a piece of music, which makes people feel happy.
Mo Chengjun, on the other hand, was riding the donkey backwards, half-lying down, with his hands behind his head, feeling at ease with the ups and downs.
There were many pedestrians coming and going on both sides. They all showed strange expressions when they saw this person and the donkey, but they paid no attention to it.
Despite their short legs, the donkey demon actually ran extremely fast. In just a moment, they had gone far.
There are many mountains outside Jiuquan City, and when they climbed a hill, Mo Chengjun finally opened his eyes.
From here, Jiuquan City was in full view, and Mo Chengjun seemed to be able to see Zhao Yin who was still busy in the mansion.
This person is indeed quite unlucky. The road to the Emperor is full of ups and downs, but you have to admit that 'tribulation' is the best experience for a person.
What you gain through experience is not only your character, but also your wisdom.
Mo Chengjun also thought about how this person should prepare?
After all, although he still controls the rights of mortals, this is all he has. The people around him are all people arranged by major forces.
They are waiting for the battle between the emperors of Kyushu to come to an end, and then sell him at a good price...
Being in a different place, Mo Chengjun didn't know what to do, but Zhao Yin gave the most perfect answer.
The so-called construction of a mausoleum is nothing more than a place to worship heaven and an altar needed to enshrine the gods.
The Thousand Old Man's Banquet is a screening, just like what Mo Chengjun was looking for in every village and tribe in Nanzhan Buzhou, to screen out people who can take up the Shinto way.
They will be the first gods of the Nine Provinces human race, and will also be firmly tied to Zhao Yin's chariot.
These are all the best ways to avoid the interference of the Immortal Sect.
Of course, these alone are not enough, far from enough. The newborn gods are simply unable to resist the attack of the Immortal Sect.
If Chi Guoguo faced him, he would probably be wiped out in one round. If there was a disaster coming from ghosts and gods, Zhao Yin would also be crushed to ashes.
Therefore, something needs to happen now that can attract the attention of the entire Nine Provinces Immortal Sect.
It must be a subversive event, leaving all immortal sects in a state of disbelief and panic, so that they are not in the mood to pay attention to the battles of mortals.
Speaking of which, even if Yunzhou changes its master, the Xinghe Sword Sect, one of the eight great Immortal Sects, is defeated, and the Sword Fu Sect takes over, it still doesn't have enough weight!
But Mo Chengjun already had an idea. This was his second purpose for leaving the cave, and it was also the final chapter of the second phase of the "Big Plan"!
He could imagine that this 'last dance' would be absolutely wonderful!
Even Mo Chengjun, a cautious person, felt excited and excited about "making a big event" at this time.
As if feeling his master's mood, the four-eared donkey demon asked: "Where are we going now?"
Mo Chengjun, who was so excited, almost blurted out: "Let's change the history of Kyushu, open up a new course for the human race, and leave a lasting mark on this world!"
"Uh-huh, ahhh?"
The four-eared donkey demon was dumbfounded. He stopped and turned his head. He could see the old man with a donkey face: "Can you say something humane?"
"Didn't I speak human language?"
Mo Chengjun's face darkened, he raised his hand and slapped it down.
Nowadays, he is no longer a refugee in the wilderness, and no one has dared to talk to him like this for a long time.
His slap was so hard that the Four-Eared Donkey Demon jumped up because of the slap. However, he still asked: "Si-Er, tell me, did I give you a face? It seems that you are so The troupe doesn’t want it anymore?”
This threat is much more deadly than beating him!
The four-eared donkey demon panicked and said quickly: "Master, you misunderstood, misunderstood, I mean, ahem, where are we going now?
You always have to point in the direction? We can't just run aimlessly, right? "
Mo Chengjun was stunned, blinked and asked, "Didn't I tell you before?"
The four-eared donkey demon's eyes were full of innocence: "Is there any?"
"No?"
"no!"
"Ahem, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault!" Mo Chengjun hurriedly said: "The next stop, let's go to Liangzhou first!
Look at the scenery, do some experiments, make some arrangements, and of course, look at the Buddhism in this world, those great monks. "
"Liangzhou? How about walking?"
"Bullshit, how long does it take to walk? Of course it's flying!"
"Come on."
After receiving the order, the four-eared donkey demon immediately used its demonic power to form a demonic cloud. Its four short legs kept moving, but it was lifted up into the sky by the demonic cloud.
Of course, this demonic aura was too eye-catching, so Mo Chengjun summoned clouds and mist to cover it up. In this way, they left Jiuquan City and headed straight to the northeast.
They will cross the border between Liangzhou and Yunzhou and go to the northern border of the Nine Provinces human race.
In Mo Chengjun's words, they will embark on a new journey!
…
Zhongzhou.
City of Gods.
In the deep underground palace, there was an old man with thinning hair and a stooped back walking in a long corridor.
This corridor is about ten feet wide and is arched as a whole. There is a huge luminous pearl embedded at the top for illumination. The pale white light shines down, reflecting the bright mirror of the entire corridor.
Although it is underground, it is not dark here, and there is no smell of corruption. People walking in it feel like they are walking in the light.
The corridor is very long, incredibly long. The walls on both sides are paved with white marble. You can see undulating carvings, murals soaked in color, and sculptures erected at intervals.
Some of them are mighty generals, some are Confucian scholars who have read poetry and books, some are dressed as officials, and some are knights carrying several long swords...
If we look at it from the beginning, it is not difficult to find that these murals and carvings all started more than 500 years ago, at the end of the Xia Dynasty.
Each sculpture is an epic story of songs and tears. They rose step by step in that troubled era of demons, resisted, and fought for a way out for the human race in the iron and fire.
They are also the founding heroes of the Daxuan Dynasty. If you pick any one of them, you can talk about the glorious past for three days and three nights.
And in this continuous mural, there is always a man, a man as dazzling as the sun.
Wearing a golden helmet and armor, and holding the Sword of the Emperor, he started from a small town in the northwest. He traveled millions of miles in his life, met countless heroes, and killed countless monsters and monsters.
It was also when he realized that Wufu Yilu could no longer save the world, he resolutely attracted foreigners into the situation, divided the eight major immortal sects in the world, each guarding a state, and suddenly pulled the fragmented land of Kyushu from the edge of collapse. return.
His surname was Zhao, but after he became famous, he took the surname "Emperor" and became Emperor Hao, Taizu of Daxuan and the founder of the country.
However, although his life was magnificent, the opinions of later generations are indeed polarized - a great man in the first half of his life, and a sinner in the second half of his life.
He is said to be a great man because he ended the corrupt rule of the Great Xia Dynasty and brought the human race back from the brink of annihilation.
It can be said that he is a sinner just because of his wrong decision to ascend to the position of human emperor.
Just one decision caused a huge disaster in Kyushu, killing nearly one-third of the people.
This is the disaster of ghosts and gods!
The corridor is very long, but when it finally reaches the end, the old man's pace is slow and he finally has a moment to stop.
He finally stopped and stood in front of a statue.
It was a woman, a woman whose face was covered by a veil, with a long flowing skirt, and a temperament as cold as the moon. Although her appearance could not be seen clearly, it did not delay her majestic appearance.
This sculpture was obtained by looking back when she was about to leave. Although it is a stone carving, it is full of emotions. It seems that thousands of emotions can be seen in that look back.
At this moment, the old man's eyes were indescribably gentle, and his cold and lonely heart seemed to be warming up.
There seemed to be a fantasy before his eyes, and he was back to an unknown number of years ago.
It was a starry night.
And that dimly lit place.
Just looking back at him once among millions of people, the young man could no longer take his eyes away, and he could not let go of her since then.
"This fairy, my surname is Zhao and my name is Hao. I want to hire you as my wife. How much does it cost?"
"You want to marry me?"
"Yes!"
A sword stopped at his neck. As long as he moved forward a little, he could cut off the boy's head.
But the young man took a step forward and said as if he was intoxicated: "This will be my lifelong wish!"
The girl was so frightened that she instinctively took a step back, and then became angry and threatened: "If you want to hire me as your wife, you need to have the country as a matchmaker, a country as a betrothal, and thousands of people to drink for us. Can you honor your wish?"
"Jiangshan Sheji?"
"If you can't do that, just walk further, hey, you bastard!"
"I agreed."
"What?"
"I said I agreed!"
The young man was high-spirited and smiled brightly: "Remember to wait for me..."
"You are such a madman!"
That night, the young man came home with a bruised nose and a swollen face, limping and being beaten miserably. However, the next day, he packed his bags and left Panlong City.
He wants to take those thousands of miles of mountains and rivers just for the smile of Pomeranian.
It's a pity that he went through all kinds of hardships to win the kingdom, but lost the beauty.
That year, demons invaded Panlong City and slaughtered them wantonly. Although he returned thousands of miles away with his sword, he was still late.
That night, he held the girl's body and cried bitterly, with murderous intent filling the sky. He climbed to the top of the martial arts, became a martial saint, and slaughtered all the demons until the blood flowed into a river.
That night, he became the youngest martial saint in the entire Kyushu, and truly had the talent to conquer the world, but he lost her!
Everyone knows that Emperor Hao, the great ancestor of the Great Xuan Dynasty, has the belief to pacify the world and save all people and water and fire, but they have never thought that this belief is just a promise he made to his beloved.
Everyone knows that Taizu Daxuan promoted the way of ghosts and gods in order to balance the two paths of immortals and Buddhas, but no one could imagine that he was just perfecting the way of ghosts and gods.
With his strength and realm, he couldn't see the shortcomings and problems in the way of ghosts and gods. He couldn't solve them, so he had to hope that the people of the world would help him solve them.
But in the end he failed.
Until now...
In the corridor, the old man murmured: "Mianmian, Mianmian, maybe you can't believe it. I'm desperate. I'm desperate. Someone actually sent it to me."
He held up the volume of secret records in his hand and said happily: "I have studied it carefully. Based on my experience, this Shinto system has been very perfect, making up for the shortcomings of the way of ghosts and gods."
"However, Mianmian, Mianmian, let's not be impatient. If we don't be impatient for a while, we can verify it again and then we can meet again."
As he spoke, the old man's expression became distorted, mixed with happiness and excitement, but also with great fear. If anyone else was around, they would probably doubt his own eyes.
"Wait for me, wait for me..."
All the dust fell, leaving only a long and faint sigh that echoed in the corridor.
Everyone knows that when he was young, Taizu was extraordinarily brave and heroic, and he was most favored by young girls. There is a rumor that "one encounter with Taizu leads to a misfortune for life".
But what the world doesn’t know is that Taizu had thousands of women throughout his life, but he only loved one.
