Upper Dragon Tiger

In Chaoge City.

The old master had been unable to recover for a long time after coming out of the mountain.

He was so surprised by the scene he saw that he couldn't even think about it carefully. As long as he thought about it, he would feel his nose sore. How much did the emperor who was once considered cold and heartless by them and watched Chaoge City step by step to the current situation pay in the past three thousand years?

Then, Fei Yu and Wu Yu presented the map.

He told the old master what Wei Yuan said.

The latter was also surprised by the effect of the fruit on Mount Chongwu. He knew more about the current predicament of Chaoge City than Wu Yu and Fei Yu, and understood the value and significance of this treasure to Chaoge. As long as he got this treasure that could improve the qualifications of future generations, the biggest problem facing Chaoge City would not be a problem. He flipped through the map, his palm trembling, and gently brushed over the location of Mount Chongwu on this map.

Then he read the words marked next to it in a low voice:

"The first of the three western classics is called Chongwu Mountain, which is south of the river. There is a tree there with round leaves and white twigs, red flowers and black veins. Its fruit is like a bitter orange, and eating it is good for descendants."

............

The five mountain gods left Chaoge City and traveled together, preparing to return to their own mountains.

The old man looked back at Chaoge and sighed, "What a pity."

"I felt that breath and originally thought it was Yuan. Since Yuan was there, King Yu must be there too. But halfway through, I found out it was the new mountain god. Ha, although it is also a happy event, I don't know why, I feel like I was happy for nothing."

"It was King Yu who recorded our sacrificial method, but how the sacrifices were made was the idea given by Yuan. Maybe he doesn't care, but that was the first time we tasted human food and wine. I always feel that we will never eat such good things again."

The burly mountain god glared at him and said, "You are talking about Yuan's food, not King Yu."

The old man twitched his mouth and said, "I naturally respect King Yu."

"But King Yu is too frugal." The old man couldn't help but said, "I have a lot of respect for King Yu."

"But King Yu is too frugal." It is easy to find a compliment, saying: "It is because of his character that he is not particular about food at all. He will not waste anything he eats, and the food he makes is really not as good as Yuan's."

Li Shi Mountain God glared at him and said: "You are talking nonsense, King Yu is flawless!"

"Then do you think the offerings made by King Yu are delicious?"

"No."

"That's it?"

Li Shi glared at the old man and said: "But even if it is not delicious, it is perfect!"

Laomai Mountain God was helpless and didn't bother to pay attention to this mountain god. He just felt that he was indeed worthy of being a cow-shaped mountain god, and his character was indeed stubborn. He looked into the distance and whispered: "In any case, King Yu will never come back, Nujiao is in Qingqiu State, and Yuan..."

"King Yu's minister is also buried here."

The other mountain gods stopped talking.

Time is always cruel to people.

The old man drank a mouthful of human wine, and under the influence of alcohol, he chanted a chapter from the Classic of Mountains and Seas. It was also about Mount Chongwu, but it was different from what Wei Yuan told the people in Chaoge City. The old and simple voice mixed with the wind, almost like poetry:

"The first of the three western classics is Mount Chongwu, which is south of the river."

"Look to the north to Zhongsui, to the south to Yao's marsh, to the west to the hill where the emperor hunted beasts, and to the east to Yanyuan."

"Look to the east to Yan...Yuan!"

Classic of Mountains and Seas.

After Yuan died, King Yu completed the rest.

The first of the three western classics is Mount Chongwu, which is south of the Yellow River in the Age of Gods.

I climbed this mountain, and looking north, I saw Mount Zhongsui, where my father died, and looking south, I saw the great marsh where my teacher Emperor Yao was buried. Looking to the west, I saw the hill where the deceased Emperor Shun once hunted, and looking east, that was Yuan...

The work is done.

The old friends are all gone.

............

With a loud whistle, Wei Yuan pulled out the Eight-sided Han Sword with his backhand, and the iron eagle on the hilt fluttered its wings.

He carried the Eight-sided Han Sword on his back.

The Nine-section Staff was too big to be carried, and Wei Yuan had intended to carry Zhang Daoling's magic sword, but after thinking about it, the two swords had similar functions, and losing one would not cause much damage to Wei Yuan's strength. Besides, this time it was the Taiping Dao monks who went there.

It was somewhat inappropriate to use the magic sword of the Tianshi Mansion.

First, he chopped off a third of the fish head with the Eight-sided Han Sword and put it in a special foam box with frozen ice packs in it. While putting it there, he muttered that the old Taoist was too vague. He was reluctant to use the refrigerator, so the freezer would be fine. If he didn't use ice packs to cool it down, he could use them.

What era is this? He still pickles it with lime like in the Three Kingdoms period.

Tsk, an antique.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and put the fish head on his back. He held the black cat by the back of its neck and warned it seriously not to eat the fish head secretly while he was away, otherwise it would eat cat food for three months without any meat. Then he walked out. With a squeak, the door of the museum slowly closed and the silence returned.

The black cat licked its paw.

Staring at the refrigerator, struggling internally.

Finally walked towards the refrigerator door.

Heh——

Stupid human.

You actually thought you could threaten me.

Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta——

It heard the noise and was so startled that its tail stood up. Then it realized that the sound was not coming from the door. It turned around and saw the box on the wooden cabinet struggling constantly. There were gold-painted red embroidered shoes sticking out from it. It hurriedly wanted to run to the door, but failed. It seemed a little lonely and regretful. The Qi family army soldiers and water ghosts also knew the origin of the red embroidered shoes and the story of Wan Qinniang.

The soldier soul patted it to comfort it.

The water ghost was quick-witted and said, "Maybe the museum owner's matter this time is more important. Next time, I will go there to vent my anger. Alas, the museum owner is sometimes not polite. How nice it would be if you took me to Sakurajima. I also want to try the special drinks there."

"Who are you gossiping about behind your back?"

The ghosts were stunned.

One side of the red embroidered shoes was supported on the ground, and the toe of the shoe was slightly raised, as if expecting.

With a creaking sound.

The door of the museum was opened, and Wei Yuan appeared at the door with a sword on his back.

He looked at the red embroidered shoes, and it seemed as if he had returned to the beginning, seeing the old man whose regret and pain in his heart turned into a ground-bound spirit, thinking of Wan Qinniang's last song, thinking of her lover who died for his country, and thinking of that era.

Finally, she stretched out her hand and said, "Come on."

Wei Yuan said softly, "Repay kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred."

"That's what I said."

"Besides, you also want to go to Sakurajima, right? The story of that year should always have an ending."

"Where is the story of the victim suffering and the perpetrator going unpunished?"

The red embroidered shoes jumped up, and this time they turned directly into a flying light, which was collected into the box and put into Wei Yuan's backpack. Wei Yuan's eyes swept across the museum and looked at the Qi Family Army's soldiers and said, "You can come with me. Just leave a few at home to look after the house. There is no need for so many."

The eyes of the Qi Family Army's soldiers lit up.

He subconsciously straightened his body, gripped the broken sword tightly, and shouted solemnly:

"Yes!"

The water ghost raised his hand: "What about me, what about me? What about me?"

Wei Yuan pursed his lips and said seriously:

"You have a more important task, which is related to our future life and safety."

"Fuck, this awesome, boss, what is the job?!"

"Guarding the house."

Water ghost: "..."

............

"Do you remember it?"

On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu put down his mobile phone, looked at the Taoist next to him, and warned word by word: "After following him out this time, you must, give I'm keeping a close eye on him. I won't let him mess around again. He's not allowed to make any noise. Do you understand? ! "

"I'm not allowed to do anything at all!"

The young Taoist priest with a red flame mark on his forehead was at a loss:

"But, brother, aren't we going to kick the scene this time?"

"All of us have sent our heads over."

"Isn't it better to make a bigger noise?"

After hearing the words "the bigger the noise, the better", Zhang Ruosu's forehead twitched. Since the last time he said this, he had a psychological shadow on these words after he caused the Huai River to be diverted.

The old Taoist priest waved his hand with a sad face and said:

"You are still young."

"You don't understand..."

At this time, Wei Yuan had already arrived at the foot of Longhu Mountain.

Stepped onto the steps of Longhu Mountain.

On the back of his hand, the red scroll of destiny was slightly lit.