It is based on the Red Wall Fire Palace and is cast on the bank of Jiangshui River.
Every time the sun rises, the entire Jiang Shui surface will be as gorgeous as burning flames. This majestic capital was built eight thousand years ago when the Shennong and Xuanyuan clans separated and settled here.
This capital city seems to be able to withstand the erosion of time and has stood firm for eight thousand years, as glorious as ever.
But the only thing that remains unchanged is this city.
The people who came here with the Shennong clan in the first place have long since died. Even the leaders of the Yanwei could not survive the Thousand Years Gate and fell under the years, their bones buried in the yellow sand.
Shennong, this man who is affectionately called Shen Nong by his people and respectfully called Emperor Yan by the demons and gods in the wild land and countless other countries, has lived for eight thousand years and is already the longest-lived man in this land.
of human beings. Among his compatriots, only his brother, Xuanyuan, has survived until now.
This shouldn't be the case.
Shennong sometimes thinks this way.
His dead followers should not have had such a short time.
In Kunlun Xu, the place where all the secrets are buried. Shennong found an ancient book, which recorded the existence of the Little Zhoutian, the Great Zhoutian, the Yangshen, the Ji Palace, and even the True One Realm of Zuzu. In this world's most mysterious place,
In ancient times, those beings who had mastered the principles of the world could live for tens of thousands or even tens of millions of years.
Just by imagining it, a trace of longing arises involuntarily.
How magnificent and great it must be to be able to live for tens of millions of years.
It's a pity that he can't see it and can't do it.
When he was young, he tasted hundreds of herbs and wrote a book on herbal medicine. Over a long period of time, countless lethal poisons had accumulated in his body. He could feel that he was gradually unable to suppress the accumulated toxicity in his body.
He looked at the figure in the palace. The red ancient clothes made the Dragon Lord look like a member of the Shennong tribe at first glance, but his extremely obvious dragon horns and tail also showed his identity.
This is a real dragon.
Shen Nong asked the other party his name.
Just like the other party asked before about what a true god is, he asked that all true dragons in the world have names?
Shen Nong then replied that if the monsters in the world achieve the true fruition and get the destiny they deserve from heaven, they will all have names, and the same goes for true dragons with scales.
Then the other party thought for a moment and read out a name very calmly.
"I am the Dragon King of Xihua in the South China Sea with great power and glory."
This is indeed the title of Zhengshen, and can even be called a batch with quite high standards, Shennong commented in his heart. But the key is that the standards are high, and the territory is accurately engraved in the name.
South China Sea.
There is no such figure in the South China Sea, otherwise it would not be outdone by the East China Sea.
After hearing this, Shennong nodded in agreement without any hesitation and called him Xihua Longjun.
After that, when Jiuli was mentioned, Xihua Longjun never mentioned anything about Shennong.
However, Long Jun did not refuse Shennong's invitation and followed him back to Chendi.
Jiuli, a tribe of the Miao people, is not conspicuous among thousands of other countries. As for where Jiuli fought, it is even more nonsense. Why did the other party mention Jiuli, and why did they insist on asking where Jiuli fought?
Shennong remained silent, but kept the name Jiuli in his heart.
The chief priest confessed to him that that mountain would attract things that would rewrite the world.
Shennong looked at the Dragon Lord in front of him and felt that he had found it.
The other person's aura was elusive to him. Not only was it different from the real dragon in his impression, it was also different from the surrounding spirits.
Out of place.
It's as if he doesn't exist at all.
"Xihua Longjun, I will arrange a place for you." Shen Nong caught a glimpse of the sun setting outside the palace and said to Li Xi'an.
"No." Li Xi'an shook his head and showed no sign of leaving.
Shennong was a little puzzled.
"I'm keeping an eye on you, I'm afraid you might die." Li Xi'an narrowed his eyes and scanned Shennong's obscure black meridians.
"The toxic accumulation is irreversible. If you are a mortal, you will die in an instant. Depending on your cultivation, you can survive for a hundred years at most."
"Longjun has good eyesight." Shennong smiled, "But since you know that my poison has accumulated deeply and my life is in danger, why bother to follow me again? Even Lord Long, I'm afraid he doesn't have the ability to heal this body."
Shennong himself was the best doctor in the world.
He knew that there was no cure, and he didn't think that the Lord Long in front of him could do anything.
Shennong was more curious about what kind of impact this creature in front of him would have on the current world, so that he would be considered to have rewritten the world.
"The Yan Emperor fought against the Yellow Emperor and lost seven of the seven battles." Li Xi'an said.
He looked at Shennong and said, "Emperor Yan, you still have one more battle to fight."
"Haha...it's quite interesting."
"Can I ask why you and Huang Di fought?"
"Long Jun, you have too many questions. It's my turn. I actually have a lot of questions...for example, where are you from?"
"In future generations, everything you are experiencing now is history in my eyes." Li Xi'an said calmly.
"So I still lost to Xuanyuan in the seventh game." Shennong smiled bitterly.
"You believed it so easily?"
"What's so unbelievable about this? So, as a descendant, can you tell me about the history in your eyes?"
Li Xi'an ignored Shennong's words and looked outside the palace, where night enveloped the earth.
"I once tried to change the past, but later I discovered that any changes made in the past will be an established history in the future. What I saw and what I walked through were all connected by an invisible long line.
.Even if you know it, everything you do is consistent with history."
"If it's a foregone conclusion, then why are you here?"
"You knew you would lose the seventh battle, so why didn't you stop fighting?" Li Xi'an asked back.
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Emperor Yan's palace is decorated with vegetation and flame patterns.
This is an ancient era when men farmed and women weaved.
In the palace, apart from the Yan Guards who came and went, there were only a few of Shennong's close attendants.
The palace is not strict, and patients often come to seek help from Emperor Yan, including people from Chen and people from distant countries.
This place is not like a palace, but more like a large medical clinic.
"I heard that Emperor Yan left Chendi and walked a long way down Jiangshui. He went on an expedition and killed a big demon that was causing trouble!"
"What's your news?" When one person heard this, he shook his head and said in disgust: "Yan Emperor is not fighting against demons. He is clearly a concubine. My brother is Yan Wei. I saw with my own eyes that Emperor Yan brought back a great beauty that day!"
"Emperor Yan accepts a concubine? What a big deal!"
"How beautiful do you think that beauty is? Is it comparable to our most beautiful woman in Chendi?"
"I didn't know. My brother said he was a dragon king. He saw with his own eyes that he had dragon horns and tail, and was wearing the red clothes of our Chen land."
"Dragon Horns and Dragon Tail Chi Yi, hey, brother, do you still have black hair and a jade hairpin?"
"How did I know this..."
Among the crowd, Li Xi'an looked back and saw a few people discussing on the street corner.
The repressive power of this era is truly terrifying. If he couldn't sense it, he wouldn't even be able to hear what those people were talking about.
Shennong told him that after the seventh battle, he told him what the cause of the war between Shennong and Xuanyuan was.
Li Xi'an could vaguely sense that this thing should be related to the origin of the mythical age.
The age of myth is built on the graves of the past.
What is there in the tomb that can sustain a glorious and splendid era?
The daughter of the Yellow Emperor, Nvba in green is a saint.
Chiyou's old tribe, Xingtian became a descendant.
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