"Seriously? Then my mother will go to Jiang Mansion to propose marriage today!"
Lan Caiyi looked happy.
There is not a mother in the world who does not hope that her son will get married and win over other people's white rabbits. If Yang Gang could marry Jiang Jiang and give himself a grandchild...
There is nothing in the world that makes Lan Caiyi feel happier than this.
The disaster in his previous life caused Yang Jian to be lonely throughout his life. In this life, she vowed to let her children make up for the shortcomings of her previous life.
"Mom, why are you more anxious than me?"
Yang Gang saw Lan Caiyi pouting at him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Okay, okay, I'll leave the marriage proposal to you. But you must let Jiang Jiang and I take a breath in advance, so as not to scare her again. Got it!"
As he spoke, he kept pushing her away. He had just returned from the mountains and seas, and he still had many things to think about.
"Ventilate? How to ventilate? Is that what you guys did just now..." Lan Caiyi teased in an interesting way.
"Yes, yes, it's whatever you say." Yang Gang couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Finally pushed Lan Caiyi to the door.
suddenly.
She seemed to remember something, and turned around and said: "By the way, in a few days there will be an ancestor sacrifice once in a thousand years during the Great Zhou Dynasty. At that time, the gods from all over the world will come to the Holy Capital as guests. As the God of Justice, you must be prepared. Don't Let Xiaoxiao disturb the peace of Shengjing."
"Ancestor sacrifice?"
Yang Gang looked strange and asked: "Your Majesty, the Holy King, also needs to worship ancestors?"
"That's natural. All living beings in the world have ancestral origins, and the Holy King also came out of his mother's womb. Otherwise, how could he become the master of humanity?" Lan Caiyi responded matter-of-factly.
"Then what's the surname of the Holy Lord?" Yang Gang's brows suddenly wrinkled.
"What is the surname of the Holy Lord?"
Lan Caiyi thought for a while and finally replied: "It seems that the last name is... Ji?"
"Holy Lord...surname is Ji!"
Yang Gang suddenly exclaimed, as if a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.
next moment.
He turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of the imperial city.
My scalp gradually felt numb.
The Lord of the Great Zhou...surnamed Ji.
In the ancient times of mountains and seas, the ancestor of the Zhou Dynasty... also had the surname Ji.
Yang Gang's head was buzzing, and countless thoughts collided in it instantly.
"After the 'Shang', was it really the 'Zhou'? The general trend of history is indeed unchangeable! So, is the current holy king Haotian... or Ji Fa?"
"Logically speaking, Haotian has been wiped out by me for ten thousand generations, and it is almost impossible for Haotian to reach the top again. But Ji Fa's talent..."
"No! With his talent and wisdom, it is impossible for him to reach the level of a holy king."
"There's a problem here...a big problem!"
"Gang'er~~~"
"Gang'er~~~What's wrong with you?" Lan Caiyi's voice kept calling in his ears.
Yang Gang suddenly woke up and responded: "It's okay, Mom, I just suddenly remembered something."
"Oh, that's good, that's good."
Lan Caiyi turned around silently, hiding a hint of worry in her eyes.
That moment just now.
She seemed to see that lonely figure in the mountains and sea again.
This child is still the same as before, he likes to keep everything in his heart and bear it alone.
This life.
He must find a few good wives for him to prevent past tragedies from happening again.
Lan Caiyi thought silently in her heart.
After a while.
The servants invited craftsmen to renovate Yang Gang's bedroom.
After everyone left, silence returned to the bedroom.
Yang Gang sat alone at his desk and began to think.
"Shan Hai and his party...Have I really succeeded in changing the past?"
"Have I really changed the status quo of future generations?"
"Who is the identity of the Holy Lord?"
"How long did the Dharma Ending Age last ten thousand years after the mountains and seas collapsed? What happened at the beginning of the rise of the Holy King?"
His fingers kept tapping on the table, making a tapping sound.
Many doubts lingered in his mind.
"Maybe... I should find someone, someone who is awakening from his past life in the Age of Ending Dharma. If you take a look at that world for yourself, maybe you will understand..."
Think of this.
Yang Gang breathed out gently.
He was somewhat grateful for his last hidden handiwork, burying the "Book of Mountains and Seas" deep in the earth and covering up his past deeds. Some parts that had to be written were replaced by the word "神人".
When that Book of Mountains and Seas came out.
The chapter of history has been concluded. As long as all sentient beings cannot fully awaken the memories of the Shanhai period, no one can question his identity.
If the current Saint King is Haotian.
Because of the limitations of heaven and earth, and because of his sword that 'brought peace to all generations', he must not have fully awakened his past memories.
He is even less sure that he is the enemy who prevents him from attaining enlightenment.
Then... Yang Gang bought a lot of time.
At least until the world returns to ancient times, the two of them will not completely break up.
immediately.
Yang Gang looked at Mingjie Changhe.
[A chance of innate chaos, a chance of three colors, a chance of all sentient beings’ wishes, and a chance of sentient beings’ luck. 】
"Let's take a look at the three-color opportunity first!"
"Innate chaotic opportunities and the will of all living beings should be reserved for critical moments!"
Huhuhu~~~
Suddenly, the three-color opportunity slowly burned, turning into wisps of blue smoke and falling into the long river of life.
next moment.
The bright long river stirred up waves.
"How long do we have to wait for this three-color opportunity?" Yang Gang looked out the window and began to wait silently.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past two days, the battle situation in the Northland remained the same. Jiuyou and Fomen fought extremely fiercely, with both sides suffering heavy casualties.
But the so-called Nine Nether Demon Lord and the existence above the Third Buddha of Buddhism never appeared.
However, Xingtian was besieged in a cold abyss and faced the siege of tens of thousands of Buddhist monks.
And Jiang Jiang has not been to Hongchen Diaoyu for two days.
The scene two days ago, with her shameless face, she probably still has her head buried in the quilt, and when she thinks about it, she feels ashamed to see others.
'Knock knock~~'
On this day, there was a rhythmic knocking on the door of Jiang Mansion.
'crunch'
The small door on the side opened, and the concierge poked his head out.
"My aunt is here. The young lady is in the backyard! I will open the door for you, please come in quickly!"
"Hello, Uncle Fu."
Yang Gang nodded hello to the other party and asked curiously: "Why is Jiang Mansion so quiet today? Where have everyone gone?"
"Go back to my uncle."
Fu Bo smiled cheerfully and said: "The Great Zhou Ancestor Festival is coming soon. It is said that our Jiang Mansion comes from the same origin as Ji's ancestors. The master and the young master have been very busy during this time and have taken away most of the family members." The manpower has not returned to the house for several days."
"oh?"
Yang Gang's eyes flashed, thoughtfully.
"Sister-in-law, please."
Uncle Fu led Yang Gang forward and said with a smile: "It is not the role of a young concierge to receive such a distinguished guest as my uncle. I hope you will forgive me!"
"No, no, don't keep calling me uncle."
Yang Gang waved his hand quickly.
"Hey, my uncle, your affair with the young lady is known to the whole world. I don't know how many young ladies in my boudoir are envious of me. It will happen sooner or later..." Fu Bo laughed cheerfully.
(End of chapter)
