In Meng Zun's eyes, Zhan Changfeng would do everything he should, so he calmly watched the heavenly beings give out gifts, and after everything was done, he asked, "Is this all right?"
"Please also ask Mengzun to protect this place."
"This is natural, I will look at the World God Monument."
Zhan Changfeng nodded, and to prevent accidents, he gave the water totem to the clone, and the clone disappeared into the world monument and traveled to a strange star realm.
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There are no dense trees or tall mountains in Akazawa, only yellow weeds under the frost, and strong winds mixed with rough ice lumps.
This lonely and cold wind blew across tens of thousands of fields, and one could vaguely hear the helpless cries of the ancient people in the depths of time.
At this time, Shang Yu was not as tall as the ice dog cub in the village meeting hall, but the occasional slump would prompt her to sit on the 100-foot earth hill to the north all night long.
Then watching the dazzling golden color dye the horizon, the warriors were covered in furs, armed with weapons, and went hunting in the vast and unsheltered wilderness.
But this wilderness is so big that when you encounter a ferocious beast, you will look around blankly, it is empty, and there is nowhere to escape.
And this person, or even this village, is so small that it could be easily trampled by a group of armored rhinos migrating eastward at any time.
When life surrenders to nature, and the road ahead is so vague that there is no place for it, and there are many dangers, then there is no other choice but to live.
For Shang Yu, life and death are just two ends, and in between, there should be something worth pursuing.
That "what" was bothering her. She hadn't figured it out yet, but it was already dawn.
Climbing down the mound, we stepped on the hard frozen soil and walked towards the stone houses in the distance. More than a thousand stone houses gathered there, like tombs in the desolate world.
grave?
She paused, a little surprised at the metaphor she had inadvertently used, and then walked forward nonchalantly.
"Oops, it seems that Xiao Shangyu missed Feng Xi's morning class again." A wisp of wind twisted into the shape of a man in a green shirt beside him, squinting at her with a playful look.
Villagers passing by greeted her and sometimes stopped to say a few words, nothing more than "Is your illness getting better, sir?". "I made dried meat and will send you some later." "Ice erosion is coming. Prepare supplies for winter as soon as possible”…
The man in the green shirt shook his feather fan, pretending to be a ghost just because others couldn't see him. Oh, by the way, he was a ghost.
"Housin, you shouldn't be the one to come out today."
There is no layout for the scattered stone houses. The so-called roads are just made by people who step on them casually. They are too casual, but they are connected in all directions and you can go in any direction.
Shang Yu was wearing a thick cloak, and her small face was hidden in the hood. She never looked away, her eyes deep, as if there was no one around her.
"Chen Yu was fighting with those restless guys. He couldn't get out. Hey, even if he died, he still had to settle his grudges, tsk tsk." Hou Ming looked sad and gloating.
Isn't that right? When Shen met one person, she was inferior to ten thousand people. As the military advisor next to the Great Shang King, she was so powerful. The generals and scribes were deceived by her countless times. Now they have become remnant souls with no identity restrictions. , If you don't pay close attention, you will have revenge and revenge.
After hearing this, Shang Yu stopped talking and walked through the narrow path to a stone house in the west.
The climate here is very cold. Not only are the walls of the semicircular stone house thick, but the surface is also coated with layers of yellow mud, like earth lumps.
Pushing open the double wooden door, it was dark inside as there were no windows.
Shang Yu took off his hood and lit a candle. He had a clear view of the small space. On the left were layers of bookshelves, in the middle was a fireplace for heating, and on the right was the bedroom blocked off by a curtain.
Hou Ming shook his fan and shook his head as if to endorse something, "It's so rare that Feng Xi is not here."
Shang Yu frowned, a little worried. She was weak, but she still went to the meeting hall to teach children how to read?
But if she went to find her, she was afraid that she would be angry. Shang Yu hesitated for a moment and decided to follow his usual schedule.
I took barbecued meat from the ground stove for breakfast. The barbarian people were busy all day long on how to survive. What they said about reading, literacy and civilized etiquette were all nonsense. I had never heard of it. They grabbed the meat and ate it directly. How could they find a plate to sit on? Come down and cut.
They didn't know how, but Shang Yu could. Shang Yu would cut the meat into equal pieces, eat it slowly, and then sit cross-legged in front of the desk to study for the day.
She finished the homework assigned by Feng Xi first. Maybe she stayed outside for too long this morning and annoyed Feng Xi, so she left twice as much homework as usual. It took her an hour just to copy the books. .
Then he asked the tomb for advice.
Every day, a different remnant soul comes out to teach her, and each one teaches her something different, such as the history of the Hou Tomb Sect.
Hou Tomi was the historian next to the Great Shang King at that time. He could tell all the big and small events in the world. He told the history like a story.
Inadvertently, the mountains and rivers of ambition and all kinds of conditions in the world are displayed in front of future generations in a real and embarrassing manner.
Shang Yu listened calmly, without much empathy. He only rationally refined the content and analyzed the pros and cons, dissecting the past history and transforming it into his own insights.
Later, she was unhappy and said that she had no respect for history.
She shook her head. Since it is history, besides the lessons it left behind, is there anything else worth sighing about for those who have lived in the past?
But people in the past did not ask people today to remember them, and there is no need for people today to get stuck in the past.
"Bang bang bang!"
The wooden door was smashed so hard that the mud and rocks were shaken off. Shang Yu closed the book in his hand, and his tomb disappeared.
She forgot who she was, but vaguely remembered that she wanted to help the original person fulfill his wish and accumulate merit.
The original body was the successor of the Great Shang King. The Great Shang King failed in the deer competition and died. The original body was escorted by Wang Shi Fengxi and a few remnant souls to this barbaric land far away from the center of the continent, lingering, or dormant.
However, the original person died relatively quickly and was more aggrieved. Her original status destined her to be somewhat different from the children in the barbarian land. She did not want to mingle with those children, but these children interpreted her gesture as that of an outsider. He was arrogant and had several conflicts in vain.
Most recently, a child took advantage of her and pushed her into an icy lake.
The original body drowned at the bottom of the lake, and when he opened his eyes again, he became her.
Fortunately, she was fused with the body and memory of the original owner before she was fished out. Although Feng Xi, Hou Ming and others were very disabled and dead, they used to have supernatural powers or the realm of life and death. If they were fused under their noses, they would definitely Anomalies will be discovered.
However, with so many pairs of keen eyes watching around her, she could at best break out of the door and change her usual temperament a little, which would basically be the same as her original self.
The original wish was both simple and difficult. First, the child who harmed her was punished. Second, Feng Xi's illness was cured. Third, it would be best to kill the famous king to avenge Dashang.
She hated him so deeply, mainly because after King Yangming's victory, he humiliated the surrendered King of Shang to death, leaving his soul in disarray. At the same time, he massacred 50,000 surrendered troops and 100,000 innocent people in the Shang capital, regardless of young, old or young.
The cruelty of the famous king makes people cry blood.
The original wish was only enough for her to help complete the first two items, but she looked at it and found that the third one might be completed by the way, because she herself had the desire to become a king, and in terms of accumulating merit, there was nothing better than following the way of heaven and protecting one party. The merits are even greater.
Moreover, she was originally a remnant of the Great Shang King, and Juyiju could still gather a group of old subordinates who could be her help.
