Museum of Demons

In Wei Yuan's forbidden area in the core of Qingqiu Kingdom.

When he laughed wildly with Chi You between the gods of war, was friendly and fist-to-face fighting each other.

Thousands of miles north of Qingqiu.

Shiyi, the **** of support for the sky, and Shiyi, the **** of years, stood on a mountain, looking at the prosperous world below. Although the air and environment here would still make Shiyi feel uncomfortable, he would still learn to let go of the gods. Prejudice, try to understand the world from the perspective of human beings.

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

After observing for a long time, the God of Years came to this conclusion.

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

"Have the ‘ability’ to move fast and not inferior to the wind speed."

"You don't have to go to the river to fetch water, the water will appear in the house where humans live."

"And use the power of the sun to raise the temperature of the water."

"Use the power of ice to maintain the deliciousness of the food."

"Even began to use knowledge to involve the years, the stars, and the scope of life."

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

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

After saying such a rebellion against Dahuang, Shi Yi's voice paused, and then criticized: "It's a pity."

"Individual power has become weak, which is not good."

"Able to control the Thunder, but will be killed by the Thunder; able to move fast, but the ability to move quickly will also lead to death; being able to learn about the world at home will be overwhelmed by huge information and be at a loss."

"If their individual ability can control these."

"Not only do we use natural forces to facilitate life, but we can also control these forces."

"Then the human race in the past admired the future, comparable to the future of the gods."

The God of Sustaining the Sky is noncommittal: "The beauty of the gods can be eaten, wind, and drinkable. You can travel to the North Sea and travel to the North Sea. Where are these humans comparable? Shi Yi, you look at them too highly."

Shi Yi said, "Do you know, why is it?"

He was taken aback, he had never thought about this, and he was surprised: "Why?"

Shi Yi calmly and rationally said: "Because wind and dew do not cost money."

"And traveling to Beihai Mu Cangming means that you don't need to devote yourself to labor services every day."

"You can travel around easily, and you won't feel the fatigue of the journey."

"In other words, in fact, the gods praised by human beings are not so much praises of gods as they have hoped from ancient times that they can eat without working, not be hungry, and have nothing to do all day, and can wander around. It’s better not to feel tired even wandering around, it’s just such a life."

"The so-called land immortals are actually idlers on earth."

In Longhushan, an old Taoist who was kneeling for eighteen consecutively sneezed heavily.

Then confidently opened 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 could not keep up with the thinking of this colleague. He instinctively felt that what he said was wrong and unreasonable, but after careful thinking, it seemed that he had his own, tightly connected logic, and he could not be said to be wrong.

He changed the subject again and said: "But speaking of it, Twelve Yuanchen is missing."

Shi Yi nodded: "But so..."

He frowned slightly. After learning that the twelfth Yuanchen had sneaked into the human world and intercepted Yinglong Gengchen, he had doubts in his heart. He didn't know that in the era when Kunlun and Dahuang were basically peaceful What is the purpose of such a provocative behavior?

There are driving forces and reasons behind all actions.

At a mere twelve yuan chen, there would never be such a courage.

So, who is behind them?

Is it Changxi, is Xihe?

Or is it an ancient emperor like Suihu?

Or is it, that contemporary emperor of heaven, Di Jun?

He originally wanted to question Twelve Yuanchen face-to-face, but this time he set out, but wasted time and missed the opportunity to catch the raunchy man. After a battle with Taotie, he reunited with Chong, and found that Twelve The two Yuan Chenzhong who came to the world this time have also disappeared.

The God of Suspension smiled indifferently, and said, "It's not an important thing anyway."

"Since the Lord of Kunlun and Yu's courtiers have a battle, I plan to deal with Kunlun matters later. During this time, what are you going to do, Shi Yi?"

Shi Yi thought for a while and said, "I am very interested in the current world. I will spend some time to understand their history, culture, and current life."

He smiled again and said:

"Then good luck, I will find the emperor Xuanyuan Jianhun chose."

Shi Yi said in surprise: "Are you sure?"

Chong Wei said: "Since Xuanyuan Sword was aroused on Mount Tai, then this person must have something to do with Mount Tai, and I have surveyed the human data in 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."

"In this case, just a little investigation, the truth has been revealed."

"At this point, the information is public."

"Although the sword soul of Xuanyuan has escaped, as long as you follow this clue, you can also find him. If you take action before the sword master of Xuanyuan has not awakened, you can destroy his soul, or you can directly control his soul and gradually recover. , For my use."

"Think about it, the emperor of the human race holds the Xuanyuan sword, but he wants to fight for me in the wilderness."

"Even one day, you may be able to see Xuanyuan Sword and Xing Tian Axe once again fate. I don't know if Xuanyuan Sword beheaded Xing Tian Axe this time, or Xing Tian Axe violated fate and killed Xing Tian Axe?"

"Just thinking about it makes me happy, I feel a little impatient, hahahaha..."

The **** supporting the sky laughed loudly and said:

"Although there are only six people in total, checking the past one by one will not consume too much effort."

"But I still like to hit the target with one hit, and build on the merits to save trouble."

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

With deep eyes and a gentle tone, he said, "Undoubtedly."

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

"Its status is the most prosperous!"

"Its name, its prestige is also the most prosperous."

His voice paused, and he said flatly:

"For the great Song dynasty, the ancient magical powers, let the moral civilization Wuding Zhang Sheng Yuanxiao emperor!"

"Ok?!"

Shi Yi was stunned, this was different from the figure he had speculated, and subconsciously said:

"Why?"

Only recently came to the world, relying on my own understanding and knowledge, and replied:

"The king is proud of his posthumous title."

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

"It must be him!"

Shi Yi was pensive.

If he judged the first emperor based on his own collection of data, he would say it according to this.

It left historical records, brutal, unkind, and the death of the second generation. In addition, its title is not gorgeous enough to make the gods feel outrageous, only the simple and simple words of the First Emperor, which seems to be relatively inferior.

Even if you put aside the emperor, there is only one word of honor.

beginning!

Too simple and plain.

In comparison, the ancient magical powers of the Great Song dynasty made Fu Ding Zhang Sheng Yuan Xiao emperor with virtue and civilization.

It looks much better.

Out of trust in the realism in the records of the classical Shenzhou line.

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

Shi Yi nodded: "You are right."

…………

One day later.

A certain city in the world.

Bai Ze squatted at the entrance of the Internet cafe with a dazed face.

Why is it gone?

Time?

Where has the time gone?

I only played for a while, why did the internet fee disappear?

Bai Ze is arrogant in the civilized world and is building new wonders, only to find that the internet fee is gone, and the money he got from him is gone. It is indeed a gold nugget funded by Shiyi’s friendship, but Bai Ze's inhuman nature stopped his instinct to throw out the gold.

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

How can it be handed over? !

So Bai Ze was successfully swept out.

It is the early winter morning, Bai Ze is squatting on the crocks of the road, so cold that he can’t wait to become the main body directly, changing all the soft and fluffy fur, but there is too much dust on the ground, he is too lazy to clean the hair, so Would rather be frozen.

Just watching the sun rise from the east.

The early morning gradually became lively. First, I heard the faintly chirping of sparrows, and then the sky in the east lit up with a frosty blue hue. Slowly, food stalls began to come out, and the vendors selling vegetables Also all went out.

"Fresh Chinese cabbage, cabbage, cabbage and pork stewed noodles!"

"Soy milk fritters, steamed buns!"

"Hu spicy soup, Hu spicy soup!"

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

The boss in the military coat was smoking a cigarette, and took out the buns in a familiar manner.

The old people are rushing to the morning market.

Steaming.

Four foods, fireworks in the world.

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

It never seems to have changed.

Bai Ze stared blankly.

He thought of the morning meeting of the Xiong clan. People from all tribes would come here every year. Everyone exchanged goods, prey, pottery, jade, and jerky. There were not many things, but under the leadership of that young man, they were scattered. The human tribes finally began to merge, and it was no longer a certain tribe, but a human tribe.

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

Ji Xuanyuan.

"Actually, Xuanyuan also means carriage."

"Xuan is a chariot, but it's just a straight wood on top of a carriage and donkey cart."

"Ji is the meaning of Ji Shuihe, Ji Xuanyuan, but he is just a person who lives on the Jishui River and makes wooden carts with wood..." The young man grumbled and scratched his head. "I don't know, people in the future will I don’t think that the name of the first leader would be so embarrassing."

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

"That's so sorry."

No, it won't.

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

You are the original leader.

You are the starting point of Yanhuang.

It is the root of the convergence of cultural blood.

In the white waves, Bai Ze saw the once young people leaning against each other, none of them leaning on each other's shoulders, young and lazy, no one knew their future, and eventually they would lead to a legend that never faded, fuzzy In the picture, Ji Xuanyuan seemed to be taken aback, turned his head to look at Bai Ze, smiled and stretched out his hand.

After the wind, Xuannv, Li Mu, Du Kang, Jinyun, Chang Xian, Cangjie...

Bai Ze stretched out his hand subconsciously.

Then the picture disappeared.

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

We fight side by side.

We live and die.

We finally parted.

Xuanyuan, I miss you so much...

Suddenly, it seemed that something was stuffed in his hand. Bai Ze returned to reality from his lack of consciousness. An old man was handing him a bun. The old man combed his hair meticulously. Although he was older, he was still very energetic. Smiled and said:

"Is there any trouble? No matter what, I still have to eat."

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

Bai Ze froze, and fell silent, a little unaccustomed to saying: "Thank you..."

The old man motioned for him to sit over.

Bai Ze restrained his pain, swallowed the buns, UU reading www.uukānshu.com was stunned, the soft white noodles, meat, and the stuffing made by chopped green onions, he swallowed, and the old man ordered him another one. Hu spicy soup, then smiled and chatted. In the chat, Bai Ze knew that the old man was called Dong Yuefeng, who seemed to be studying history.

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

Suddenly he noticed a spell on Dong Yuefeng's eyebrows, which seemed to make the old man forget his memory.

Baize knows the love of all things, knows the truth of all things, and no matter how decadent, at least knows the rewards of Entu, so he said: "Seeing you are very tired, I have learned some massage techniques, why should I press it for you? "

Dong Yuefeng only regarded it as a young man who didn't want to eat for nothing, and was a person who stubbornly valued his self-esteem.

Agree with a smile.

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

After the wind is strange, gossip is innate.

Drive me!

The memory seal is broken.

Dong Yuefeng's pupils contracted, and only felt a slight tingling at the center of his eyebrows.

Then countless images swarmed up.

The sealed memory, reopened—

Armored, holding sharp.

‘Armour for the general! ’

Accompanied by the solemn friction of the armor, the figure shrouded in the war horse is majestic and hideous.

The spear raised.

What sounded in the ears was a domineering and familiar voice, as if it had come from history, with traces of dim years, with the dust remaining in the historical palace and the solemnity on the battlefield.

"Da Qin!"

"Wind blows!!"

PS: Today's first update...work and rest, recovery! Four thousand words.

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