In Wei Yuan's core forbidden area in Qingqiu country.

Laughing wildly and fighting with Chi You in a friendly fist-to-face fist-to-face fight between God of War.

Thousands of miles north of Qingqiu.

Standing on a mountain, Shi Yi, the **** of the sky, looks at the bustling world below. Although the air and environment here still make Shi Yi feel uncomfortable, he will still learn to let go of the gods. Prejudice, trying to understand the world from the perspective of human beings.

"It's a very interesting time..."

After observing for a long time, the God of Time came to such a conclusion.

"Thunder can be used as a resource for human's daily life."

"Possess the 'ability' to move fast and not lose the speed of the wind."

"There is no need to go to the river to fetch water, the water will appear in the house of human life by itself."

"And raise the temperature of the water with the power of the sun."

"Using the power of ice to maintain the freshness of food."

"Even began to use knowledge to involve the years, the starry sky, and the category of life."

"Even if we are thousands of miles apart, we can still communicate with each other."

"In the eyes of humans thousands of years ago, the current human race can also be regarded as gods. If the future that Yu and the others see is like this, I can understand their desperate decision."

After saying such words that are absolutely rebellious in the wilderness, Shi Yi's voice paused, and he said critically: "It's a pity."

"The strength of the individual becomes weak instead, which is not good."

"I can control the thunder, but I will be killed by the thunder; I can move fast, but the ability to move so fast will also lead to death; I can know the world's affairs at home, but I will be overwhelmed by the huge information and be at a loss."

"If their individual abilities can control these."

"Not only using natural forces to facilitate life, but also harnessing these forces."

"Then it is the future that the human race in the past envied, comparable to the gods."

The **** who supports the sky is noncommittal: "The beauty of the gods can be enjoyed by eating the wind and drinking the dew, traveling to the North Sea and the dark sea, and where can these human beings compare? Shi Yi, you think too highly of them."

Shi Yi said: "Do you know why you eat the wind and drink the dew?"

He was startled for a while, but he had never thought about this before, and asked in surprise, "Why?"

Shi Yi calmly and rationally said: "Because Feng and Lu don't need to spend money."

"And traveling to the North Sea at night means that you don't need to devote yourself to labor every day."

"It's easy to travel around the mountains and rivers, and you won't feel tired from the journey."

"That is to say, in fact, the gods praised by human beings are not so much the praise of the gods, as they have hoped since ancient times that they can have food without having to work, they will not be hungry, and they have nothing to do all day long, and they can wander around. , it’s better not to feel tired even wandering around, it’s just a life like this.”

"The so-called land immortals are actually idlers in the world."

On Longhu Mountain, an old Taoist priest who ranked eighteenth in a row sneezed heavily.

Then he confidently started the nineteenth match.

God of Supporting the Sky: "..."

He seemed to see a rational and calm expression on Shi Yi's face.

Sometimes, he always felt that he couldn't keep up with the train of thought of this colleague, and instinctively felt that what he said was wrong and unreasonable, but after careful consideration, it seemed that he also had his own logic that fit perfectly, and he couldn't be said to be wrong.

Re-changing the subject, said: "But speaking of it, I don't know where Twelve Yuanchen went."

Shi Yi nodded: "But it's so..."

He frowned slightly. After learning that Twelfth Yuanchen had sneaked into the human world and surrounded and killed Yinglong Gengchen, he had doubts in his heart. What is the purpose of such a provocative behavior.

There is a driving force and a reason behind every behavior.

Twelve Yuanchen is just a mere twelfth yuan, and he will never have such courage.

So, who is behind them?

Is it Chang Xi, is it Xi He?

Or an ancient emperor like Shu Hu?

Or, that contemporary Emperor of Heaven, Di Jun?

He originally wanted to question Twelve Yuanchen face to face, but this time he wasted time because he wanted to catch that slovenly man on the way, and missed the opportunity. The two Yuan Chenzhong who came to the world this time have also disappeared.

The God of Supporting the Sky smiled indifferently, and said, "It's not an important matter anyway."

"Since there is a battle between the Lord of Kunlun and Yu's courtiers, I plan to deal with Kunlun's affairs later. What are you going to do, Shi Yi, during this time?"

Shi Yi thought for a while, and said, "I'm very interested in the present world, and will spend some time understanding their history, culture, and current life."

He smiled again and said:

"Then I wish you good luck, I will go find the emperor chosen by Xuanyuan Sword Soul."

Shi Yi was surprised and said, "Have you made sure?"

Chong Wei said: "Since the Xuanyuan Sword was aroused on Mount Tai, then this person must be related to Mount Tai, and I have checked the information in the world for the past few days, and learned that there are six emperors in Mount Tai. The number of kings in the past is actually very small.”

"Since this is the case, with a little investigation, the truth will be revealed."

"On this point, the intelligence is public."

"Although Xuanyuan Sword Soul has escaped, as long as you follow this clue, you can still find him. If you attack Xuanyuan Sword Master before he wakes up, you can destroy his soul, or directly control his soul to make him recover gradually. , for my use."

"Think about it, the emperor of the human race holds the Xuanyuan sword, but wants to fight for my Great Desolation."

"Even one day, Xuanyuan Sword and Xingtian Ax may be able to see another fateful battle. I don't know whether Xuanyuan Sword killed the Xingtian Ax master this time, or whether the Xingtian Ax master defied fate and killed Xuanyuan Sword Master?"

"Just thinking about it makes my heart so happy that I can't wait, hahahaha..."

The **** who supported the sky laughed loudly and said:

"Although there are only six people in total, it won't take too much effort to check them one by one."

"But I still like to hit the ground running and build on it and save myself the hassle."

Shi Yi said: "Oh? That person is..."

With deep eyes and a calm tone, Chong said, "There is no doubt about it."

"Among those six people, this person has the highest status!"

"Its position is the most prosperous!"

"Its name and its prestige are also the most prosperous."

His voice paused, and he said decisively:

"For the Great Song Dynasty to win the ancient magical power of Fuji, let the emperor of virtue, civilization, Wu Dingzhang, Sheng Yuanxiao!"

"Um?!"

Shi Yi was stunned, this was different from the character he speculated, subconsciously said:

"Why?"

Having just come to the world not long ago, he replied based on his own understanding and knowledge:

"The king is proud of his posthumous title."

"This person has the longest and highest posthumous title."

"It must be him!"

Shi Yi pondered.

The Emperor Shi Huang judged by his own collection of information, if this is the case.

Left behind historical records, brutal, inhumane, and died in the second generation, plus his honorary title is not so gorgeous that even the gods think it is outrageous, only the simple and simple three characters of Shihuang, it seems that it is indeed relatively inferior.

Even if the emperor is left aside, there is only one word for the title.

beginning!

It's too simple and plain.

In comparison, the Great Song Dynasty won the ancient magic of Fuji, which made the German civilization Wu Dingzhang the sage Yuanxiao Emperor.

It looks much more powerful.

Out of trust in the realism in the records of the classical Chinese lineage.

Out of the cognition of the style of those human historians in the past.

Shi Yi nodded: "You are right."

…………

a day later.

A certain city in the world.

Bai Ze squatted in front of the Internet cafe, his face full of bewilderment.

Why is it gone?

what time?

Where did the time go?

I have only played for a while, why is the Internet fee gone?

Bai Ze is powerful in the civilized world, and he is building a new wonder, but he finds that the Internet fee is gone again, and the money he got is gone. It is true that there are gold nuggets and precious stones funded by Shi Yi's friendship, but Bai Ze's useless nature stopped his instinct to throw the gold out.

This will allow him to live well in the world for a long time!

How can I hand it over? !

So Bai Ze was successfully kicked out.

It's the early morning of winter, Bai Ze is squatting on the curb, it's so cold that he can't wait to become his body directly, and change his soft and fluffy hair, but there is too much dust on the ground, he is too lazy to clean the hair, so Would rather freeze.

Just watch the sun come up in the east.

It gradually became lively in the early morning. First, I heard sparrows faintly chirping and chirping, and then the sky in the east lit up with a cold blue hue. Slowly, food stalls began to appear, and vendors selling vegetables They are also out of the stall.

"Fresh Chinese cabbage, cabbage, cabbage and pork stew vermicelli!"

"Soy milk fritters, buns!"

"Hu spicy soup, Hu spicy soup!"

Bai Ze squatted on the curb, watching people coming and going, watching young children sleepy, chatting with friends on the side of the road while walking on the way to school, watching young people walking vigorously, some with It's time to have breakfast, and some get up late, so they walk quickly with egg-filled pancakes.

The boss in a military coat was smoking a cigarette, and skillfully took out buns one by one.

The old people are rushing to the morning market.

It's steaming hot.

Food in all directions, fireworks in the world.

Just like thousands of years ago, the people are different, but the feeling is the same.

It never seemed to change.

Bai Ze stared blankly.

He thought of the morning meeting of the Xiong family. People from various tribes would come here every year. Everyone exchanged goods, prey, pottery, jade, dried meat, and there were not many things, but under the leadership of that young man, the scattered The tribes of the human race finally began to merge, no longer a certain tribe, but the human race.

To integrate the scattered tribes in the initial era requires absolute personal charm.

Ji Xuanyuan.

"Actually, Xuanyuan means carriage."

"Xuan is a cart, but the shaft is just a straight log on top of a horse cart and a donkey cart."

"Ji means Jishui River. Ji Xuanyuan is just a person who lives by the Jishui River and makes wooden carts out of wood..." the young man scratched his head, muttering, "I don't know, people in the future will I don’t think the name of the first leader would be so embarrassing.”

He once smiled and said, "They won't be ashamed of my name, will they?"

"That's terribly sorry."

No, it won't.

Bai Ze thought, because of your existence, these three words have already surpassed mere words.

You are the original leader.

You are the starting point of Yanhuang.

It is the root of cultural blood gathering.

In the white air waves, Bai Ze saw those once young people leaning on each other, shoulders and backs without a shape, young and lazy, no one knows their future, and they will eventually lead to a legend that will never fade, blurred In the picture, Ji Xuanyuan seemed to be stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Bai Ze, smiled and stretched out his hand.

Feng Hou, Xuan Nu, Li Mu, Du Kang, Jin Yun, Chang Xian, Cang Jie...

Bai Ze stretched out his hand subconsciously.

Then the screen fades away.

Bai Ze's palm trembled, and a trace of pain appeared in his eyes.

We fight together.

We live and die.

We parted at last.

Xuanyuan, I miss you so much...

Suddenly, something seemed to be stuffed in his hand, and Bai Ze returned to reality from his trance. An old man was handing him a bun. The old man's hair was combed meticulously. Although he was old, he was still very energetic. Smiling and said:

"Are you in any trouble? No matter what, you still have to eat."

"Young man, don't be afraid, it will get better."

Bai Ze was stunned, fell silent for a while, and said unaccustomedly: "Thank you..."

The old man motioned for him to sit down.

Bai Ze calmed down the pain, swallowed the steamed stuffed bun, stunned, the soft white noodles, meat, stuffing made from minced green onions, he swallowed it in a big gulp, the old man ordered another Hu spicy soup for him, then smiled Chatting, during the chatting, Bai Ze knew that the old man was called Dong Yuefeng, and he seemed to be a researcher of history.

Bai Ze ate and drank enough, and rarely felt comfortable.

But he suddenly noticed a magic spell between Dong Yuefeng's eyebrows, which seemed to make the old man forget his memory.

Bai Ze understands the emotions of all things, knows the principles of all things, and no matter how decadent he is, at least he knows how to repay his kindness, so he said: "Seeing how tired you are, I have learned some massage skills, why don't I give you a massage? "

Dong Yuefeng only thought that this young man was unwilling to eat free food, and he was a stubborn person who valued his self-esteem.

Smiling and agreeing.

Bai Ze relaxed his spine for him, and then when the old man was not paying attention, he pressed his thumb on the center of Dong Yuefeng's eyebrows. The first time he failed to open it, it bounced open. Bai Ze was surprised, and then he became serious.

Fenghou Qimen, born with gossip.

Open it for me!

The memory seal is broken.

Dong Yuefeng's pupils constricted, and he felt a slight pain between his brows.

Afterwards, countless pictures flocked to appear ~lightnovelpub.net~ The sealed memory, reopened—

Put on armor and keep sharp.

'Put on armor for the general! '

Accompanied by the chilling friction of the armor, the figure shrouded on the horse was majestic and ferocious.

The spear was raised.

What came to my ears was a domineering and familiar voice, as if it came from history, with the faint yellow traces of time, the dust left in the historical palace and the chill on the battlefield.

"Da Qin!"

"Wind blows!!"

ps: Today's first update... Rest, resume! Four thousand words.

Professor Dong Yuefeng, who appeared many times before, was sealed by the first emperor in the first emperor's article.

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