Since ancient times, people have been eating melons in the melon fields. A new generation has a new melon.

Buzhou Mountain God looked at the young man in front of him with emotion.

Future generations should be afraid of my decline!

Wei Yuan: “…………”

For such a tragic thing, could you not look sad and add a bit of envy?

If you really want it, let's exchange it?

"No, no, no, this can't be done, it can't be done." Buzhou Mountain God seemed to know what Wei Yuan was thinking, and shook his head repeatedly, saying:

"The old man just thinks you are really...you are really...what..."

The old man held it in for a long time and said with emotion: "It's really good."

"Then I want to ask you, little fox, how do you feel about being the mountain god of the Kunlun branch after you hit the Queen Mother of the West on the head?"

Wei Yuan: “…………”

Has anyone ever said that old man, your words naturally sound like you are looking for trouble?

Are you going to break my melon?

You're here to cause trouble, right? Right?

Buzhou Mountain God also seemed to know that what he said was a bit unpleasant, so he changed the subject with a dry smile and said: "However, although this kid Cho Ming has retreated, the road you are going to take next will be equally difficult.

I ask you to take Chang Xi to see Jinwu alone."

"It's called exchange, but in fact it must be a dangerous place."

"Chang Xi's character is willing to avoid unnecessary disputes, but Golden Crow Day, even after experiencing brother's rebellion and brother's death, has completely changed his mind and become calm and calm, but his temperament is still fiery and domineering.

..”

Wei Yuan said slowly: "His current strength..."

Buzhou Shanshendao: "Well, little guy, you should know that there are other worlds outside the wilderness, right? And in these worlds born in the rift, there are also great suns shining. I am afraid these great suns are all reflections of the current Golden Crow.

…”

Wei Yuan's expression slightly condensed.

Buzhou Mountain God's eyes were slightly pitiful, and he sighed:

"Did it exceed your expectations?"

"Maybe you made a mistake, little fox."

"I heard what you said before, your world also has a sun. No, it can only be said to be a big sun, a type of star. You are probably too familiar with the word sun, so you combine it with

The great sun is put together."

"But, what is the sun in this era of gods?"

"Tai is the ultimate, Yang is the balance of Yin and Yang."

"The sun is not that star, but represents the most extreme Yang and the most violent power among the two rituals."

Buzhou Mountain Shinto: "Not to mention the simple level of power and the power that can be unleashed, in terms of realm, maybe for five thousand years, He was the great sun, unrestrained, the son of the Emperor of Heaven, walking in the wilderness every day, drinking here,

Have fun there, and walk through the wilderness once every ten days to complete your duties."

"After that, he experienced a huge change in the world. He committed a huge crime with his own hands. His childhood friend drew a sword and killed nine brothers in anger. He paid for it with blood. He originally harbored boundless hatred and pain, but he saw his friend commit suicide.

In front of myself and my father."

"From now on, the eldest sister has imprisoned herself on the Taiyin Star and will never appear again."

"My mother was grounded by my father and was not allowed to walk in the wild again."

"There is nothing to avenge and nothing to rely on."

"And I need to bear the responsibility of the past, and use millions of years of illumination to compensate for the consequences of the ten-day sky. I will not be able to rest for a day, and I will never be able to visit my mother and eldest sister."

"Such an encounter cannot but be said to be painful, and as long as he is not defeated by the torture of these years, he will definitely be reborn. Now, his state is enough to be called the two titles of Tai and Yang."

"In the name of you humans..."

"Perhaps we should call him, Taishang Jiuxiao Zhiyang Tianzun?"

Wei Yuan: "!!!"

The old man sighed with emotion: "Don't look so ugly. Over the past five thousand years, you have stepped from a mortal to the state you are now. Why do you feel that your opponent is always standing still? If that was the case, you would have been there before."

Won't……"

His voice paused and he said, "That's all."

"It seems that we can't have the meals we promised."

Buzhou Mountain God stood up with his sleeves fluffed. Seeing Wei Yuan's solemn expression, he stretched out his hand and knocked on his head. He said with a carefree smile: "I said that I will not interfere in the affairs of the human world and the wilderness. Well, I will tell you one last time.

You may think, how should the human race fight against such a powerful opponent..."

"But don't get into trouble."

"What the world needs to fight against has never been the sun. Just like in the past, when you fought between kingdoms on earth, the people did not need to fight with the soldiers on the front line, and the people with swords did not need to try to cook.

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals."

"The top gods should be handed over to the top human monks."

"Ordinary human races also have their own problems that ordinary humans should face, problems that only they can solve. If the human world wants to confront the wilderness, shouldn't it be which side is the right path? Or, fox cub, do you think,

Strength is everything?”

Buzhou Mountain God smiled and said: "But strength is not everything. In the eyes of this world, there is no difference between the roaring tigers in the mountains and the weak birds in the sky. They are just birth, old age, sickness and death, but at the same time, there are things that tigers can do.

Things, and things that birds can do.”

"Because of this, the world can be colorful."

"I think, although I have slept for a long time, there should not only be swords in the thousands of years of Yanhuang, right? There should also be other interesting things, things worth keeping, which will be the battlefield for others.

He drew his sword bravely against the years and devoted his life's wisdom and courage to inherit his will and culture."

"And the part facing the wilderness is the battlefield for you warriors."

"The human race must compete with the creatures of the major tribes in the wilderness as a whole."

"It's culture, it's country, it's heart and soul, it's all confrontation."

"And not just strength."

"Your duty is to protect, but some people's duty and talent are to create, and some people's duty is to spread knowledge and values ​​to future generations. You can say that without the sword, there would be none of these, but you can say that the sword represents protection.

, is it more important than the person who represents the inheritance?”

Buzhou Mountain God rubbed his palm on Wei Yuan's head:

"Pick up the sword to protect, but don't put the cart before the horse."

"If everyone only knows power, then where are the things you want to protect? Yanhuang, who only has weapons and power left, has forgotten everything else, is he still the Yanhuang you are willing to draw your sword for, even if you are willing to die?

?”

Wei Yuan said: "But, maybe such a tragic scene will happen one day."

The old man's expression became solemn and he said: "So."

He said: "That is your dereliction of duty."

Buzhou Mountain God stood up and looked at the vast sky and earth in the distance. His white hair was slightly swaying, he was tall, and he was wearing clothes of ordinary fabrics, but he seemed to have a majestic spirit that was hard to ignore. The old man sighed, and suddenly whispered and sang:

"It's God, it's God!"

"What's wrong with the eight pillars? Why should the southeast suffer?"

"On the occasion of nine days? Make peace with your family?"

"The Gate of the Four Directions? Who can follow it?"

"The northwest is opened? How can Qi be connected?"

"Not careful, not careful!"

Why were the eight pillars born? Why did the southeast side collapse?

On the occasion of nine days, where is the need?

The Sifang Gate, who comes and who goes?

The old man put his right hand behind his back, his white hair slightly fluttering, suddenly laughed freely, and then sang loudly:

"What's the use of the eight pillars? I'll do it now!"

"Nine heavens and the world are safe with one hand!"

"I am the only one to follow the gates of the four directions!"

"If the changes are made in the northwest, I will survive!"
To be continued...