"It's just you? Do you think I'm talking about you? You do have a lot of awakened bloodlines, but now you can't even enter Zhongshan. Lu Wu, who is guarding the door, can turn you into powder. "
Hearing Qiong Chan's slightly sarcastic sneer, Meng Chang not only wasn't angry, but felt relieved.
Fortunately, the ancestor was a normal person, otherwise he would have really suspected that this human ancestor had evil intentions and deliberately tricked him into giving away his head at the gate of Zhongshan.
"What do you mean?"
Qiong Chan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that this boy was considered a child with considerable potential, but why did he always seem to be timid and scared? He asked in disbelief: "What? How long has it been since my father cut off the world?"
"Hmm~~I don't know the exact time, but it's about fifteen hundred years?"
"In fifteen hundred years, you descendants have not dealt with those innate beings? In fifteen hundred years, you have not seen a few strongest human beings like Yi and Gonggong?"
Mengchang was a little silent, thinking hard about which beings since the Five Emperors could be called extraordinary and powerful.
Hou Yi? Make soup? Wife is good? Taijia, Pan Geng?
this……
There are too few written texts, and most of them have been lost, or they are simply not accessible to him. In some of the stories that have been processed orally passed down among the people, it seems that I have never heard of how many Five Emperors can be angered. Zhou, an existence that can shoot the sun one after another and turn clouds and rain.
Or maybe there are actually some, but they usually don’t show up to the world, like to do good deeds without leaving their names, and they haven’t been recorded?
"Well, there should be, maybe, maybe, probably. The younger generation speaks softly and doesn't know many strong people. Just a few of the ones I have met. My great Shang Taishi Wen Zhong has the power of thunder, and Shang Wang Di Xin has the aura of a king. , are currently in their prime. These two are the only ones that the younger generation can come into contact with."
Kong Xuan should not be considered a human being, or there may be many human beings who have become immortals through cultivation and are hiding in the world.
Qiongchan was also silenced by this young man's answer. He looked at Mengchang suspiciously, and then grabbed him with his claws on his right hand.
Meng Chang was shocked and wanted to retreat hurriedly, but when he just realized that Qiong Chan was making a move, a pair of big, withered wood-like hands had already grabbed his arm.
His nails scratched his arm, and Qiong Chan brought out a ray of blood from his fingertips. He put it into his mouth, sucking and savoring the taste of the blood.
Silently feeling the young man's energetic vitality, Qiongchan showed an expression of sudden realization and smiled bitterly: "Hahaha, that's it, that's it!"
"Ancestor, what's the problem?"
"have no idea!"
"..."
Seeing the story-telling expression on the little old man's face, Meng Chang felt extremely uncomfortable. If I don't know what you said in the previous chapter, I won't tell you. The standard of not knowing is also determined by your interest. It's not telling the truth at all. the meaning of?
"This junior would like to ask my ancestors, what is the origin of my bloodline? Am I a descendant of Emperor Yan? Or a descendant of some other existence?"
"Is this question important? Whether it is Emperor Yan or Emperor Xuanyuan, even if you are Chi You or a descendant of some unknown person, at the end of the day, aren't you still my human race? Why bother worrying about who your ancestor is?"
"Is it possible that in future generations, who would dare to disrespect Emperor Yan? Disrespect the Lord of War? Even Gonggong is a person worthy of your respect. They have failed, but it is precisely because of their failures that there will be subsequent consequences. We must continue to reform and innovate, and continue to move forward based on their failed experiences.”
... That's the case. There's nothing else to say. It seems that although Gonggong was honored as the Water God in later generations, Meng Chang had never heard of him being worshiped in a separate temple. Instead, it was his son, Hou Tu, who held the throne of God. Later generations were extremely high, and emperors of all dynasties would make separate sacrifices to worship heaven and earth.
"Ancestor, you know what I'm going to ask, why do other people's awakened bloodlines have a single origin, but I'm special. I feel like there are several different existences when I trace the awakened bloodline back to it."
"Then ask your elders. How do I know? I still want to ask you!"
"..."
Thinking of something, Qiongchan added: "For this matter, you can go to Jiuyou and ask that guy Houtu. He used to like to study some weird 'soldiers' for a while. He may know Something."
Mengchang silently wrote down the term "soldier", and then thought, no, isn't Jiuyou the hell? Doesn't that mean he wants to die?
Looking at the doubtful eyes of the descendants, Qiong Chan raised his hand and shuddered: "Houtu is not dead yet. Find a way to get to Fengdu and don't get into the line of life and death. It will be fine. What's going on with you descendants? The human race is so messed up now. Is it bad? You don’t even have the ability to wander between life and death?”
"Your reaction makes me very disappointed. People say that future generations will only be stronger than their predecessors. No matter how deliberate that thing is..."
Qiongchan hesitated to speak: "In short, you must strive for success. Don't always ask for blessings from your ancestors. Ancestors show their spirits. It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. Become stronger. In the future, find a way to annihilate this ghost place so that I can wake up. People who are still like corpses before they wake up should be liberated as soon as possible, do you understand?"
Under this barrage of lectures, Mengchang did not dare to refute, so he could only nod in agreement.
There was a bit of silence between the two of them. The young man's mind was full of confusion, thinking about his own bloodline, while the old man's face was also full of worry. These descendants seemed to be living back more and more, what should they do?
"Then... Ancestor, how should I return to the human world?"
"Hmm~, relying on that unicorn, it's unlikely that you can go back. It's easy to get in but hard to get out, otherwise those flying beasts would have gone out long ago."
"Go all the way south to see Yi's tribe. Maybe the people there can help you. Then go all the way to Zhongshan. That person should be able to help you get out."
Hiss~~
Still want to go to Zhongshan? Thinking about such a existence is terrifying. Does the ancestor insist on letting him go to Zhongshan?
"You have to go, otherwise you won't be able to get out at all. Only Kunpeng, who can communicate with the sleeping Kunpeng, can send you out of this broken world."
"Don't be afraid, don't worry, he probably means no harm to you."
"Zu, how do you know?"
"Oh, ever since you came in, I've noticed countless pairs of eyes staring at you, and the sky has turned into daytime. Although those evil beasts are usually asleep, most of the beings with strong consciousness are always awake. , I have slept for so long, and I have never seen the sky bright for such a long time."
"Do you understand what I mean? He's the one who opened his eyes during the day. What do you think he's looking at when he opens his eyes?"
After saying this, the old man closed his eyes and said nothing, quietly sitting on the throne and taking a nap.
Seeing that Qiong Chan didn't want to say more, Meng Chang didn't want to disturb him anymore. He bowed and retreated, walked out of the main hall and walked towards the city gate.
There were people from the Gaoyang clan standing along the way to watch the excitement. The three people from Youli who took him back to the tribe were happily cutting the hunting meat he brought over into strips and throwing them into the pottery cauldron. A group of children surrounded the cauldron. Next, he was so greedy that he kept wiping his saliva. He ignored the high temperature on the surface of the pottery cauldron several times and tried to peek inside, but was scolded and scolded by other tribesmen.
There was a child covered in dirt who actually ignored the scalding heat. He stood on tiptoes and looked at the boiling meat strips while wiping his saliva.
As expected of the ancient human race, the children are all so skinny, just like little wolf cubs, very fierce.
"We've been chatting for a long time, but I still don't know your name!"
The voice of the old man in the main hall of Youyou sounded again, seeming to be nostalgic and reluctant.
"Junior Mengchang!"
"Well, don't call yourself Jiang Mengchang from now on. People with the surname Jiang have bad intentions. You are relatively simple. From now on, you can call yourself Gao Yang, Ji, or Mengchang. This is the clan card, so take it!"
After saying that, a ray of white light was thrown out from the main hall. Meng Chang took it and saw that it was a domino made from the polished bone of an unknown beast. The hieroglyphics on it recorded: Gao Yang, Ji, Meng. taste.
The dominoes don't have any magical power or extraordinary features, but they greatly complement his background. He has the blood power of the Flame Emperor system. Isn't it a bit awkward to hold the dominoes of the Yellow Emperor system?
It's okay. Mr. Yandi should understand that this is the world with the surname Ji after all. Having such an endorsement is far more useful than any magic weapon or treasure. If he succeeds in the future, it will not be considered as a disgrace to the support of this bloodline.
"Mengchang, thank you, ancestor Qiongchan."
"I'll call myself Ji Mengchang next time!"
"..."
"You are not familiar with these places, so let me arrange a guide for you who can tell the direction. Otherwise, you may not know the southeast, northwest and northwest at all, and you will not be able to get out of this vast wilderness."
Indeed, there are no sun, moon or stars in this area, and it is impossible to tell the direction. The ancestor said to go south, who knows where the south is. I didn't react just now, but when I heard the ancestor's instructions, I suddenly became happy.
"Ji Youyu, I'll leave this matter to you."
A six or seven-year-old kid who was still drooling in front of the pottery cauldron heard this and looked back at his grandfather with confusion in his eyes.
"Grandpa, you asked me to go~"
Meng Chang followed the voice and looked back. It was the little bean sprout that was staring at the rotten meat in the cauldron...
Is this the guide? With such a child, don't you have to protect him first when in danger? Mengchang stared at the Qiongchan ancestor who could not see his figure in the main hall with resentment. No wonder he had to wait until he came out before talking about his feelings. Do you also think this is outrageous?
A secret sound reached my ears.
"Even though Youyu is still young, he is my grandson and possesses the true form of Xuanwu. It is a pity to stay here.
As long as he is here, Xuanwu Totem will follow Youyu out of this world, take him out. This is the last person left with my direct lineage in this world, which can be regarded as my last act of selfishness.
I have some regrets and unwillingness. It is not a pity to give up the throne of the world, but I regret bringing Youyu to this ghost place. My original intention was to use the power of Xuanwu to suppress the Great Wilderness North, but I did not expect that there was a more powerful one. Existence has long since arrived, and having fish is my only regret.
Just think of it as leaving a descendant bloodline for me. If we can come out together, take him out. If he refuses, wait until you go to Zhongshan and hand him over to Lu Wu. It will also be regarded as when the world is broken in the future. He won’t be completely annihilated by this old guy like me. "
Mengchang didn't say anything. It turned out that this was the grandson of Qiongchan Patriarch, the great-great-grandson of Emperor Zhuanxu. He might not be able to take away all the children, but just this child named Youyu might be able to try hard. He silently He walked to Ji Youyu's side, touched the child's greasy hair, and showed a gentle smile.
"Youyu, uncle... come with me!"
It's really not certain who is senior to whom. Meng Chang realized that he called him uncle instead, which was a bit out of place for Youyu.
"Oh, then you are the father who has a bright future?"
"???"
"Don't talk nonsense, just call me brother."
"But, my father and mother have died in the war. According to the rules of the clan, whoever raises me in the future, I have to call him father."
…
Now, Meng Chang is not married yet, so he has an extra son? He has no shame in being a wealthy father. His great-grandfather was Emperor Zhuanxu. If he rounded up and took advantage of this, wouldn't he become Emperor Zhuanxu's grandson? This honor was too dazzling, and he did not dare to receive such a great gift.
"It doesn't matter, let's take him out. This time, he should call Father. Otherwise, how can he allow you to bring people from this world back to the human world?"
Meng Chang looked back at the main hall with grievance. He was a little overwhelmed for a moment, a little secretly happy, and also felt a little heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
Forget it, things are troublesome enough, let's take it with him for now. When this child grows up, he will also have his own life. Just be an "uncle" who will raise him well. Don't dare to have random relationships. , being able to fulfill Patriarch Qiongchan’s wish and preserve a bloodline of Emperor Zhuan Xu is more meaningful than anything else.
"Then you must follow me closely from now on and don't run around or be naughty. When uncle takes you out of this world, you can live whatever life you want. From now on, you will be my nephew."
Youyu looked at the main hall a little cowardly, flattening his lips and wanting to cry, but he didn't dare to cry, so he could only kneel on the ground and kowtow three times to the main hall.
He seems to be very precocious and understands the issue of trade-offs better than many adults. I don't know whether the environment gave him premature growth, or whether it is the way a person born with magic should be.
"If you support me from now on, then you will be my father. This is the rule of the wilderness."
"From now on, Youyu will be your daughter!"
"??"
daughter? Isn't this a boy?
Today is also a day of tens of thousands. If there are no accidents, I will update twice on weekdays on weekdays, and on weekends I will give back to my parents for their support. The title of the book is "This Conferred God Is Abnormal". Since it is abnormal, there must be something different. Destroying the main line is just a conventional idea. Adding the system of mountains, seas and mythology is my unique idea.
(End of chapter)
