Lifting yourself up by your hair is almost like a joke.
To sum it up, I can just say: I have shed countless tears, which have not fallen for thousands of years. Today, I will shed them all for you in front of the autumn wind.
"Brother Unicorn, don't you want to try again?"
"I won't try anymore, I won't try anymore."
The One-Horned Ghost Emperor was convinced and said bluntly: "There is a world outside the sky, and there are strange things outside the world. Brother, I have lived for thirteen hundred years, and today I finally figured it out!"
"About the bet..."
"If you leave it to me, don't you just tell the other brothers not to enter the Huangtu world within ten years? Leave it to me."
The One-Horned Ghost Emperor hid two turtle eggs from the wine table and put them in his arms: "Brother, I won't give them to you. It's all nonsense today. I'll keep these two turtle eggs and I'll have an explanation with the other brothers later.
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"Brother Unicorn, it all depends on you."
Zhang Heng bowed his hands and said goodbye.
Went down the mountain.
Boarded the Maoshan airship.
The black guy who had been silent all this time couldn't help but ask: "Sir, aren't you here to kill the One-Horned Ghost Emperor?"
"Yes and no."
Zhang Heng looked at Dading Mountain below and said: "Killing the One-horned Ghost Emperor is easy, but the consequences will be serious. The One-horned Ghost Emperor is not a lone ranger running a gang. Killing him will attract the other ten of the twelve monsters."
One person will be ready to fight when the time comes."
"So it is best to fight without bloodshed and not to take action. Now it is up to the One-horned Ghost Emperor to lobby the other eleven people to delay the arrival of the twelve monsters in the Yellow Slaughter Realm by ten years. This is the best policy."
Go up to the army and attack.
To the ghosts, ten years is just a blink of an eye.
But for Zhang Heng and Mao Shan, ten years represented twenty Yellow Heaven Legions, more senior monks, and more surrenders to the Ghost Emperor and Ghost King.
Now that there is a war with the twelve monsters, plus the ghost emperors and ghost kings who are convinced and unconvinced, a melee is inevitable.
Zhang Heng believes that they will be the ones to win the final victory.
However, on the way to victory, many people may die.
Don't rush everything.
Slower, more steady, there's nothing wrong with it.
Zhang Heng's strategy has always been to guard against impatience and impetuosity. If he doesn't go out, he will do it. If he goes out, he will sweep the world, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
He believes that as long as he is not in a hurry, others will be.
When people are in a hurry, they tend to make mistakes.
This is a game that cannot be regretted, and any mistakes made will be reflected on the chessboard.
Zhang Heng knew from the beginning that he would win. The problem was how to win with the fewest chess pieces.
Five days later.
The one-horned ghost king with a bruised nose and swollen face came to Zhang Heng for a drink.
After drinking for three rounds, he patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, dear brother, the other brothers have been convinced by me and will not come to trouble you humans within ten years."
"Brother Unicorn, please drink this cup to the full."
Zhang Heng picked up the wine glass and the two drank it down in one gulp.
In the next half month, as expected, there was no more news about the twelve monsters.
By the way, many ghost emperors in the north have also become much more stable.
For a while, everything was calm, and the world of Huangtu was extremely peaceful.
Occasionally, ghosts cause chaos.
It was also quickly destroyed under the suppression of the Ghost Control Bureau in various places and the encirclement and suppression by the local city god.
Zhang Heng came here with nothing to do.
Meditate and practice Qi every day, or organize and train the Huangtian Army.
If his prediction was correct, the world should be at peace for seven or eight years. After seven or eight years, Huang Tian's army was formed, and even if the Northern Ghost Emperor did not take action, he would still launch his troops for the Northern Expedition.
It’s more than a month again.
Time came to the middle of July, Zhang Heng burned incense and took a bath, ushering in the fourth annual signing.
"My first annual signing, I signed into the Republic of China plane portal."
"The second annual signing, I signed in for the teleportation stone."
"For the third annual signing, I signed the Taiping Yaoshu."
Zhang Heng muttered in his heart: "What will it be this time?"
Compared with the useless daily sign, I am teasing you with the same monthly sign.
Signed every year and never let him down.
Zhang Heng thought about it, whether it was a panacea, magical power, magic weapon, or fairy beast and fairy clothes, he could accept it.
"Sign in!"
Zhang Heng thought silently in his heart.
"Ding~ Sign in successfully."
"You triggered the annual sign reward and got a portal to the Liaozhai plane."
"Special reminder: This Liaozhai plane is a comprehensive plane of Liaozhai film and television."
"Special reminder: The flow rate of time in this world is the same as that of the Republic of China."
Huh!
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, he signed in for the fourth time and arrived at the Liaozhai plane.
Liaozhai!
There is an old saying: If you want to talk nonsense, talk about Liaozhai; if you want to talk nonsense, Jigong Zhuan.
Liaozhai and Jigong Zhuan are all nonsense and cannot be trusted.
Now, the Liaozhai plane has been opened. If you don’t believe it, I’m afraid it won’t work.
"good."
Zhang Heng thought for a moment.
Now that Huang Tujie is on the right track, all they need to do is wait patiently for the Huang Tian Army to form an army. There is not much to worry about.
Take this opportunity to visit Liaozhai World.
In Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, there are many supernatural treasures, and there are also monsters causing trouble.
Zhang Heng has never seen a demon.
But I heard that demons have inner elixirs. This elixir can be brewed into wine and used as medicine to make elixirs to replenish qi.
It strengthens the body, strengthens the magic power, and is the most nourishing.
"Right now, everything is calm in the Huang Tu world. Nothing major will happen in a short period of time."
"I've got half a day's free time, so I just take this opportunity to visit the Liaozhai World, search for rare treasures, seize opportunities, enrich my family, increase my heritage, and save me from working behind closed doors all day."
Zhang Heng made up his mind.
After explaining the matters at hand, he left the secret room and went to the world of Liaozhai in the name of retreat.
Liaozhai world...
It was raining heavily, and although it was only afternoon, it looked very groggy.
Zhang Heng's ancient wood forest has a short canopy style.
Walking through the jungle, I saw green mountains.
Taking a closer look, at the foot of the mountain not far away, leaning against a small lake, there was a family with lights on.
"The Master said: "Learn and practice from time to time, this is not what you say. It is not a joy to have friends from afar. If you don't know but are not surprised, you are not a gentleman!"
Zhang Heng listened carefully.
I could only hear the sound of someone reading in the thatched house, the sound of wind, rain, and reading.
After listening for a moment, Zhang Heng thought to himself: "Liaozhai is an ancient world. The specific era of the book is unknown, but it is in the same line with the Chinese world. I heard this person reading, and he read the Analects. He should be a young scholar. I just happened to go in and chat with him.
, find out where this is and what dynasty it is now."
Think of this.
Zhang Heng stepped forward and knocked on the door and said, "Is there anyone there? I'm a passerby taking shelter from the rain."
"Passenger?"
After half a ring.
A fair-skinned scholar opened the door.
When he opened the door and took a look, he saw Zhang Heng wearing a awning, his eyes were like stars, he was very extraordinary.
"Looking at the talent, he shouldn't be a bad person."
The scholar threw away the short stick in his hand, bowed and said: "I have kept you waiting for a long time, brother. I have no access to the village in front of me and no store in the back. I thought I had met a thief who was attacking the autumn wind. It's really rude."
"It's okay."
Zhang Heng took off his rain gear and followed the scholar into the house.
When I walked inside, I saw that the thatched house had only four walls, the windows were broken, and the roof was leaking everywhere. The only place in the house that didn't leak was a desk and a bookshelf.
"I can see that you are a book lover."
There are bedding in the room.
The scholar himself was shivering from the cold and did not take off the quilt to cover himself. Instead, he put the quilt on the bookshelf to protect it from wind and rain.
From this point of view, this person loves books even more than himself.
"Ashamed, ashamed."
The scholar had a wry smile on his face: "I am a poor scholar and have nothing but these books of saints and sages. If I get sick, I will get over it after a while. If I wet these books, that would be a real sin."
It is difficult for ordinary people to have access to books.
The dozen or so books on the bookshelf were all copied and bound by scholars who borrowed originals from classmates and teachers.
For these dozen books, he had no idea how many people he begged and how many grievances he suffered.
Even if the family is destitute and lacks food and rice, they would rather eat more leaves and weeds than sell even a single book.
"The Analects of Confucius, Great Learning, Doctrine of the Mean, Mencius, Historical Records..."
Zhang Heng glanced at it and his eyes lit up when he saw the historical records on the bookshelf: "Can I have a look at this book?"
"this..."
The scholar hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's fine if I lend it to you for a look, but you can't take it away, let alone get it dirty or damaged by me."
"It's natural."
Zhang Heng agreed wholeheartedly.
Seeing how happily he agreed, the scholar said nothing more, took down the historical records from the bookshelf, and handed them to Zhang Heng carefully.
"Traditional Chinese characters!"
Zhang Heng looked through the book.
The characters above are in Han-style regular script, which is also traditional Chinese characters.
During the Republic of China era, he deliberately learned traditional Chinese characters and seemed to have no pressure.
"Spring and Autumn Period, Qin and Han Dynasties, Two Jin Dynasties, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Dasong Dynasty!!"
Zhang Heng took a quick look.
Everything was correct before, but after the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, it was no longer the Song Dynasty of Zhao Kuangyin, but the Dasong Dynasty.
Then correspond with the scholar.
It is now the 418th year of Dasong, and more than four hundred years have passed since the Dasong Dynasty became the world's dominator.
Nowadays, corrupt officials are rampant and there are many corrupt officials.
Land annexation is serious, classes are solidified, and demons are often at work, so the people can only muddle along.
As for the current boundary.
This is Shili Lake. Not far ahead, there is Shiliting Town.
The poem says: Ten miles across the flat lake, the sky is covered with frost, every inch of blue hair is worried about the past. Looking at the moon to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.