Everything was gone. Mengchang felt as if he was in an endless darkness. There was nothing, but he could sense his consciousness normally.
The familiar scene seemed to have returned to the strange dreamland of Nuotan and Yanshan at night.
Only this time, Mengchang did not panic and waited calmly. Someone seemed to be telling him some story through the dream. The aftertaste of the previous times and the speculation about the stamp in his mind seemed to be related to the picture that appeared in the dream.
Just as Mengchang was meditating, the sky and the earth lit up, and a golden sun bird soared in the sky calmly and regularly, without the naughtiness or arrogance in the last dream.
In front of Mengchang was a tall and powerful red-haired man wearing animal skin. At this time, the man pointed his finger at a wide river, cutting off all the water flow in front of him, and proudly commanded the tall giant behind him, A long earthen embankment was built on the right side of the river.
Among the giants, there was a giant beast with a snake body and nine heads. Each head had the same appearance of a middle-aged man. Meng Chang was very familiar with him. He was exactly like "Xiang Liu" enlarged a hundred times.
I saw Xiang Liu's snake body squirming on the earth. He bit off two-thirds of the mountain in one bite. Then he slowly swam back to the dike and spit out nine mountains, allowing the giant to swallow them up. The mountain peaks were beaten to pieces.
The nine heads of Xiang Liu spit out black water as turbid as mud, which adhered to the broken mountains and was then piled up by giants.
The red-haired old man set off flames that filled the sky and dried the stone wall. The fire burned for who knows how long.
A towering barrier that is as high as the mountain and as wide as the ground was built. Within the smooth and tall peaks are nine high mountains. Under the mountains are countless wooden villages and earthen houses. Ancient humans thrived on this fertile land.
And beyond the mountain peaks is a vast river.
After everyone exited the river, the red-haired man let out a breath, walked slowly into the mountain, and removed the water control technique. The vast river surged forward in an instant, continuously hitting the smooth mountain wall. Go up, but the mountain wall remains motionless.
The red-haired man laughed and was extremely happy, so he took a torch from the red-haired old man and lit the huge bonfire in front of the mountain wall. The fire was burning, and countless ancient humans were cheering for joy.
But Mengchang felt that the red-haired man had done something wrong. Such a magnificent siege was just blocked, and the water was still there. No matter how tall the barrier was, didn't the river keep flowing?
Mengchang wanted to remind the red-haired man of this problem, but no matter how he spoke, the story was just a story and would not be affected by the audience's expectations.
Time is like a long river. The increase of entropy will never go back, it will only move forward, never backward.
The mountain wall that is impacted by the river is like a sacred mountain that is worshiped by people. These people wearing animal skins use paints of various colors to outline patterns. Among them, a thin old man personally wrote two ancient hieroglyphics in front of the stone wall. - "Not thoughtful".
Mengchang's heart was filled with turmoil, and he watched in disbelief as the two red-haired men hugged each other and happily jumped around the bonfire.
Wish you harmony and work together! Is this what Buzhou Mountain is? Doesn't the Classic of Mountains and Seas record: Beyond the northwest sea, in the corner of the wilderness, there are mountains that don't fit together, and they are called Buzhou?
If you look at it, the smooth stone walls like mountain peaks are indeed towering into the clouds, but are they too different from Mount Buzhou in myths and legends, which connects heaven and earth? Or maybe this old man just used this stone-walled mountain as a poor metaphor? Hope he can live forever like the real Buzhou Mountain?
Unfortunately, Mengchang couldn't hear the sound, and could only watch the group of people chanting like a mime, but there was no sound.
The light and shadow dimmed, and the scene changed!
There were dark clouds in the sky, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain pouring down on the earth like water flowing backwards.
The scene of world destruction frightened Mengchang, and also frightened all the ancient human races who reproduced. At this time, obvious wrinkles appeared in the corners of the red-haired man's eyes. He held a trident in his hand, pointed at the sky and roared angrily.
Maybe he is very powerful, but how can his personal power compete with the vast will of heaven and earth?
The divine light on the trident flashed blue, trying to push the rain all over the sky back into the sky.
Mengchang wanted to laugh when he looked at it, but he couldn't. He looked as desperate as the strong man. The sky was bright and the manpower was vast.
It took a while for Mengchang to recover from the power of heaven and earth. There was a thunderous crash in his ears. Mengchang followed the sound and saw that it was the "Impractical" building he had seen before. stone wall.
The river outside the stone wall rolled like an angry dragon, and the turbulent waves repeatedly hit the stone wall, making a thunderous roar.
The red-haired old man who was suspected to be Zhu Rong in his later years slapped the man who was suspected to be Gong Gong on the face, and pointed at the "improper" stone wall as if to say something, but Gong Gong ignored Zhu Rong's advice and continued to ask the giant to climb up the stone wall. Adding black mud, trying to make the stone wall thicker.
Mengchang felt heartbroken as he listened to the roar of the river. He shouted desperately, hoping that the strong man could hear his voice. Having heard the story of Gonggong's flood control, he knew that this man would fail and would be punished because of his fault. , bringing thorny trouble to Kyushu.
But to no avail.
I don’t know how many days later, while Meng Chang watched boredly as Gonggong directed the giants to reinforce the stone wall, Lao Zhurong came to the stone wall angrily again and had a fierce dispute with Gonggong.
Gonggong lost his former high spirits, and also lost his sharp-edged determination. Next to him, Xiang Liu showed a huge nine-headed snake body, carrying Gonggong up the mountain.
Mengchang's perspective also followed Gonggong as he climbed to higher mountains.
! ! !
What a magnificent scene this is. Outside the mountain wall are huge waves that are about to overflow. The ground that was originally flush with the earth and the smooth stone wall are constantly being carried away with sand.
This poorly named stone wall is gradually getting thinner! !
Gonggong looked at this scene in despair, looking at the sky and letting the rain hit his face, as if he was regretting and repenting.
After being stunned for a moment, this powerful man who controlled water immediately jumped off Xiang Liu's body and landed on the ground, creating a deep pit.
At this time, Gonggong had no time to care, and screamed at Lao Zhurong in horror, then spat out a blue drop of water with all his strength, and handed it to Lao Zhurong. Lao Zhurong pointed at Gonggong in disappointment, and took the water droplet with him. All the courtiers returned to their habitats in the rear.
So all the ancient human races began to migrate to the nine mountains.
The flood came, and Bu Zhou's mountain wall was about to be unable to hold on. Gonggong knelt down on the ground desolately, accompanied only by an old man who had originally written "Bu Zhou" on the mountain wall. He watched the fire rekindled on the nine mountains. In the light of the fire, Gonggong smiled and carved on the stone wall with his sharp nails: "Hum, Gonggong's sin will never be redeemed forever. It will be recorded in future generations: It is better to block it than to open it up!"
Immediately, Gonggong roared angrily, horns sprouted from his head, and he hit the "improper" stone wall that he was once proud of. With the impact, the stone wall was broken into cracks, and a huge flood poured out. Finally breaking through Gonggong's pride, he was swallowed up by the huge waves together with the stone slab behind him that held the name of Gonggong high.
The faint firelight swaying on the nine high mountains seemed to be bidding farewell to this powerful leader.
Lao Zhurong stroked the little boy with the same red hair and put the water drop on the boy's head. After the blue light flashed, the water drop disappeared.
Mengchang looked at all this, his heart filled with a sense of absurdity.
Is this Gonggong’s anger? "Huainanzi" states: In the past, Gonggong fought with Zhuanxu to be emperor, and was so angry that he touched the mountains of Buzhou. Isn't this recorded in "historical books"?
And in the mythical story, Gonggong and Zhurong fight again, are they angry and angry?
Is this dream a real recorder, or is it a man behind the scenes who has ulterior motives and misleads him and deliberately misinterprets his memory and cognition?
Just when he was confused, a sense of haziness came over him, and all the darkness was dispelled by the hazy light in front of him.
The person who caught his eye was the pale-faced Deng Chanyu. Seeing Meng Chang wake up, Deng Chanyu shouted happily.
"Die Wu, Die Wu, Meng Chang is awake. Come on, come and see him. Is he getting better?"
Meng Chang wanted to move, but his shoulders felt sore and numb, his body was like a rusty machine, and his bones made a clicking sound.
"He is fine. I have used witchcraft to restore his bones and flesh. He is in good health. He will be fine after he regains his breath in a few days."
Deng Chanyu hugged Meng Chang happily, with tears in her eyes. It was obvious that she had been worried for the past ten days. Now that she saw Meng Chang wake up, she cried with joy and let out a sigh of relief in her heart.
Xin Ping and Lian Yong outside the tent also looked surprised when they heard the sound. Xin Ping grabbed Lian Yong who was about to rush in and cursed in a low voice.
"You bastard, why did you go in? Didn't you see Dr. Diewu come out? Leave the two generals alone. You go and report to the Grand Master, and I'll go and report the good news to my brothers."
"Why are you so anxious? Fortunately, you have been through this before. You gave birth to four sons in vain and you don't understand any sense of humor."
After that, the two of them split up and immediately informed everyone who cared about his injury that General Mengchang had woken up.
When Meng Chang woke up for the first time, he was still a little confused. The red-haired man's arrogant and confident expression was in his mind.
This dream was too long, too long, and he couldn't tell whether what the dream described to him was true or false. He just subconsciously raised his right hand and pointed at the pottery pot on the low table.
A stream of water slowly flowed out from the pottery pot along with his consciousness, floating in the air and automatically sent to his mouth. Deng Chanyu was dumbfounded and quickly asked if he was a blessing in disguise and had awakened any new abilities in his bloodline between life and death. ?
Mengchang didn't know that the seal didn't appear in his mind, but he didn't understand either. He was just imitating the red-haired man's behavior, as if... he could control the water flow.
"Zhu Rong? Or Gonggong?"
"Who am I? Who is me? Am I Zhu Rong? No, I might be Gonggong!"
"No, no, no, I can't be Gonggong. Am I the child who was injected with blue water drops by Zhu Rong in the end?"
Deng Chanyu listened to Meng Chang's ravings like a fool, gently shook Meng Chang, and whispered: "Wake up, you have woken up, stop dreaming, you are nobody, you are Meng Chang, from Dashang General Dangwei, Meng Chang, the Lord of Gu City in Beihai!"
But no matter how Deng Chanyu called, Meng Chang's eyes were fixed on the water floating in the air, and he kept mumbling.
"I am Suiren, I am Zhu Rong, I am Gonggong. No, there seems to be one person missing on this line, Emperor Yan? Yes, I should be Emperor Yan, but why do I have so many people? Am I Emperor Yan or Zhu Rong? ? Is it Suiren or Gonggong?"
"No, Zhu Yan said, I am Zhu Rong, yes, I should be that old Zhurong. Can old Zhurong also control water? Isn't he the God of Fire?"
Just when Deng Chanyu was anxious, the door curtain was finally opened, and it was Master Wen who walked slowly over.
Deng Chanyu seemed to have seen the savior, and immediately stepped forward to hold the grand master and told Meng Chang's crazy words.
Wen Zhong looked meaningfully at Meng Chang, who seemed to be in a state of dementia, but his heart was in turmoil. He stared at Meng Chang with suspicious eyes and said in a deep voice.
"If you are Zhu Rong, can you control fire?"
A ball of fire appeared on Mengchang's left hand.
"If you were a Gonggong, would you be able to control water?"
The water above Meng Chang's right hand floated and rolled in the air.
Wen Zhong felt that he couldn't bear it, and there were waves of dizziness in his head. The heaven and earth were in harmony, yin and yang were in harmony, and the fusion of water and fire could not exist. This was not "scientific".
This kind of cognitively tearing thing is as absurd as telling scientists that physics does not exist.
It's not right. It seems that there was a person in ancient times who had done it by trick. But according to Diewu's guess, and adding that person into the mix, Wen Zhong couldn't tell how the person in front of him awakened his bloodline. Could it be true? A pot of chowder?
This is absolutely impossible, human power cannot be so complex, and there are specialties in the arts that are as powerful as that ancestor, and it is impossible for one person to cover them all.
Wen Zhong's silent look and ferocious eyes frightened Deng Chanyu, but this woman was also quite magical. She pressed her hands behind her back and retreated to Meng Chang in a lunge. It seemed? Are you guarding against the Grand Master?
"Get out of the way, are you going to point your sword at me?"
Deng Chanyu listened to the Taishi's angry rebuke and even said she didn't dare. She just stood motionless to block Meng Chang.
Wen Zhong stared at the stubborn girl angrily, feeling quite irritable.
The army's advance has been quite smooth in recent days, but Yuan Futong has abandoned Pingbo City, a city with strong walls and thick walls, and instead retreated with the remaining Beihai forces into Lincheng, which is close to the eye of the Beihai.
A curtain of water was like a natural chasm, cutting off the connection between Lincheng and the outside world. It seemed that the army could only march so far. No matter how hard he pressed the talisman in his hand, there was no divine beast to deal with him.
The water curtain can be exited but cannot be entered, as if Wen Zhong is forced to fight the other party here until death.
"Alas~"
Wen Zhong let out a long sigh, looked at the foolish Meng Chang, and said with some seriousness.
"I didn't want to tell you at first, but look at yourself now. You can't even tell who you are. How can you become a big deal?"
"Wake up. If you don't wake up, you may not see your father for the last time."
"What?" After hearing this, Mengchang looked over subconsciously and stared at Master Wen.
"what did you just say?"
"Jizhou Hou Suhu rebelled and attacked Chongcheng. All the people in Chongcheng defended the city. Calculating the time it took for the reconnaissance cavalry to come to convey the message, I am afraid it has been half a month."
Meng Chang finally came back to his senses and climbed up from the bed while his sore and numb body was still there.
"Who are you talking about? Su Hu rebelled and attacked Chongcheng? When did it happen?"
"You woke up just in time to receive the military information this morning. Although I know that you are injured, you are still a retainer of Chonghou after all. Think about it for yourself. Should you return to Chongcheng or continue to stay in Beihai?"
Mengchang fell silent. He could still remember how his father was strict with his brother and kind to him. His childhood playmates, his kind family, and all his warm memories in this wild world were condensed into that strong man. on the body.
He always left the best for him, which made his eldest brother always hide behind the house and beat the big tree with branches to get sulky. He also always liked to secretly hide half of the various meats that his father gave him alone, and take them with him. Go and share it with your elder brother and younger sister under the big tree behind the house.
At this time, it was a warm time for the three of them. Meng Chang told them vivid and interesting stories in his mind. At first, it was just the three brothers and sisters, then Meng You, Meng Wei, Meng Zhuo, and finally the oldest Meng Zhu also came here because of its reputation. A group of children surrounded the big tree, listening to the young man telling various bizarre stories.
Mengchang's voice began to tremble, and he tried his best to control his body and stood up again, facing the Grand Master, and spoke slowly.
"Grand Master, please allow Mengchang to be selfish for a moment. I...I want to go home and have a look."
The plot in this chapter is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
Please read, don’t raise pigs, dear fathers.
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