Chapter 829 The world under the Zhengyang Sect that moves with your heart
Author: coffee comes
Chapter 829: The World Under the Zhengyang Sect
We hit it off immediately, and the old man had already had this intention, "Let's go and see your museum."
Meng Xiaozao was supporting the old man. In fact, the old man was still in good health and could do without help, but Xiaozao took good care of him and made people feel reassured.
Han Chunming followed with a joyful smile. He liked the feeling of sharing happiness. Being happy alone is not as good as being happy with others.
With Qian Wen's suppression and without the farce of Mr. Guan's family seizing the family property, this opening is really a success.
"Let's go, why are you giggling?" Su Meng took her husband Han Chunming's arm.
Not far away, there is the passage leading to the entrance of the museum.
The eldest daughter of the Han family, Han Sile, was wearing a bright yellow dress, with crystal clear skin and a tall figure. She pulled the eldest son of the Qian Wen family, Qian Pengcheng. The two were a perfect match and walked out side by side.
"Let's go, let's go, walk faster."
Two steps ahead, Qian Shudao, the youngest daughter of the Qian Wen family, grabbed Han Shaohui, the second eldest child of the Han family. She had long black hair that reached her waist, swaying softly and elegantly. Her black hair was randomly gathered by crystal hairpins, and she was wearing a pink slim-fitting sportswear.
, lively, cute, youthful and beautiful.
Han Shaohui looked helpless, but the depths of his eyes were full of love.
Qian Zhengrong, who came with him, looked at Li Yuhang, the only son of the Li Chengtao family, and saw that dog food was everywhere.
"It's not fair." Next to Qian Wen and Han Chunming, Li Chengtao defended his son and said, "They are both godfathers and godmothers. How come my Yuhang is left behind?"
Hearing this, Cai Xiaoli slapped her in a coquettish tone. She is so grown up that she is not ashamed.
Qian Wen shrugged, "Isn't my grand family gone? How about you and Xiaoli have another baby?"
Han Chunming laughed playfully.
Cai Xiaoli blushed and glared at Qian and Wen, "You don't look like a parent at all!"
Li Chengtao looked at Qian Wen and Han Chunming and whispered, "How about you two work hard too."
It’s all so familiar that it can’t be more familiar, and the dirty talk comes as soon as it comes.
Guan Xiaoguan and Su Mengjiao glared at Qian Wen and Han Chunming, and then the three sisters walked away arm in arm.
Qian Wen and Han Chunming said innocently, "I didn't say anything."
"Seriously." Li Chengtao said seriously.
"Go, go, go, we're more than ten years apart, that's not childhood sweethearts, that's an abyss-like generation gap." Qian Wen said speechlessly, and then said, "Who told you to start too late."
Li Chengtao slapped his thigh painfully, "Who made my brat lose his talent?"
Qian Wen and Han Chunming looked at each other and smiled. They were very satisfied with each other's children. They had grown up under their noses and knew everything about them. If they could really be together, they would be relieved.
Qian Wen’s Four Seasons Museum, the museum is roughly divided into four areas;
1. Display, exhibition, education and service area;
2. Collection library partition;
3. Technical work partition;
4. Administrative and research office area.
When it comes to foreign 'historical art', whether it's an old man, a shabby collector, or even a big collector like Han Chunming, they are all new to it.
Fortunately, Qian Wen was well prepared and trained professional commentators to introduce the stories and historical background one by one.
Monet's Water Lilies, Picasso's Les Demoiselles d'Avignon, Mondrian's Broadway Jazz.
Mummies, gold foil glass bowls, stone carvings from ancient Babylon, samurai swords from childhood, Yatsuhashi Maki-e mother-of-pearl inkstone boxes, handmade ancient masks from Indians, sculptures with characteristics from various countries, etc...
Unexpectedly, under the introduction of the professional commentator, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Qian Wen.
Foreign countries are trying their best to collect their ancient cultural relics and put them in their country's museums. Now, Qian Wen has brought these countries' "historical artefacts" to his doorstep and is ready for people to visit.
What do you think, how do you cheer up.
"Okay, okay, okay!!!" Mr. Guan, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, looked at the things in the display cabinet and said three good words in a row. He looked very happy.
Han Chunming stood next to Qian Wen, worried and whispered, "These things are just here, it's really okay, you know..."
Qian Wen gave Han Chunming a reassuring look, "I own these things legally through legal procedures and channels.
Moreover, I have already mentioned it above, there is cooperation, otherwise I would not be able to display it openly for people to visit.
Don’t worry, it’s okay.”
Han Chunming smiled reassuringly and patted him on the shoulder, "You still have great connections."
Qian Wen smiled lightly and said, "The relationships we have built over the years are not in vain."
After a brief tour of the foreign ‘historical art’ area, Qian Wen took everyone to the domestic antiques and cultural relics area.
Broken Hou followed quickly and pointed to the incense burner in the glass display cabinet, "This is..."
He recognized the origin of the incense burner.
After Han Chunming looked at it carefully, he answered with certainty, "The incense burner of heaven and earth's destiny!"
"You kid recognized me." Bao Baohou said with a smile.
"Well, the books you gave me happen to contain records of this object.
What a good thing." Han Chunming said fondly. If it hadn't been in the exhibition cabinet, he would have started to play with it carefully.
"Qian Wen, where did you get this object?" Bao Pohou asked curiously.
"This is the wrong person to ask. You have to ask Xiao Xing. She brought it back with the cultural relic collection team." Qian Wen said, spreading his hands.
Meng Xiaoxing held her belly up and held her head up proudly. She was about to tell the twists and turns when she was interrupted.
"This is... the dragon head of the Chinese zodiac?" the old man exclaimed.
When everyone heard about it, they went to see it. This object was famous.
………………
The antique feast is over.
Then, Han Chunming's reputation as a great collector also spread, causing a wave of collecting enthusiasm in the alleys, setting everyone on fire.
A broken bowl or broken bottle costs tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands? I don’t want to share this windfall with anyone. The neighbors in the alley all had the idea of getting rich overnight and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets at home. Even if they didn’t have any, they would go to Panjiayuan and Liuli.
Factory, start Taobao.
They all feel like they have piercing eyes.
Han Chunming suddenly became the most popular person in the alley. Neighbors came to him with all kinds of new and old objects, asking him to show them and make a fortune together.
Han Chunming's brain was buzzing from the noise, and Su Meng temporarily ran back to her parents' home to hide for a few days, and the children all lived in Qian Wen's godfather's house.
We both run a museum, why doesn't anyone ask for Qian Wen?
because………
Hutong neighbor Li Bo: "Xiaoqian, show me this bottle to Mr. Li, it's made of blue and white porcelain."
Qian Wen: "Uncle Li, I don't understand this. I always ask my employees to collect it. Why don't you take the items to Wanbao Pavilion in Panjiayuan and take a look at them. Mention my name and I'll get a 50% discount on the appraisal fee."
This back and forth went through several neighbors, and no one came to Qian Wen again.
Because even if the Wanbao Pavilion appraisal fee is 50% off, it is still a large expense, and some people just want to get it for free.
Han Chunming's place was in dire straits. If his mother hadn't been at home, Han Chunming would have wanted to imitate Su Meng and hide. The door frame of his compound was almost flattened by neighbors.
Qian Wen's place is very quiet, no one disturbs him.
Not long after the antique craze, many people were deceived. Among them, Mr. Guo, who was most obsessed with daydreaming about getting rich overnight, was deceived. The tuition fee was real.
Now I cry for father and mother every day at home, and I still don’t believe that I can get an eye shot.
People's hearts are not as good as snakes swallowing elephants. Without Cheng Jianjun and Li Yuejin, Mr. Guo in Hutong would still be deceived.
"The most valuable thing in a person's life is self-knowledge!"
No one could help him this time, and he didn't even know who had deceived him, so he had to swallow the bitter pill himself.
In addition to Uncle Guo, Su Meng's uncle was also deceived, but fortunately, no one has as ruthless a look as Cheng Jianjun in the play. One plan was to defraud tens of millions, and Su Meng's uncle made hundreds of millions with ease.
I don't dare to collect them carelessly because there are so many "new items" on the market now that it's hard to tell whether they are genuine or fake.
Well, Guan's father and mother also lost everything. Yu Jinxian did this privately without telling her husband. He received a copybook from a countryman from Panjiayuan, saying it was written by Qianlong himself.
I don’t know what I was thinking. I must have been obsessed with it. I spent most of the money in my hand. Now I don’t dare to speak. I was shut down by my daughter so that I could talk to him, and I was able to behave for a while.
………………
Time flies.
Come to 2008.
The whole family went to watch the Olympic Games.
Mr. Guan, the Admiral of the Nine Sects, is a hundred years old this year.
There was nothing to worry about. A private doctor came to check from time to time. The unfilial son seemed to have changed his mind and started to really care about him. His depression slowly disappeared, his mood became smoother, and his whole body felt comfortable.
Qian Wen and Han Chunming began to prepare for the old man's 100th birthday party.
The old man said, "Don't make it too big, just think about it."
However, Qian Wen and Han Chunming still held a banquet with relatives, friends and neighbors to celebrate the old man's birthday.
On this day, the old man was so happy that the only remaining front tooth fell out of joy.
The next day, early in the morning, the old man called Pengcheng and took him to have his teeth filled. He was very careful about his image.
"A mouth full of dentures."
All old, all old.
Han Chunming's mother is old, Guan Xiaoguan's parents are also old, and so are Shao Shi. Qian Wen, Han Chunming and others are about to enter old age.
Life is so short, only a hundred years or 36,500 days.
………………………
Mr. Guan, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, is 108 years old.
On this day, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, with heavy wind and snow.
The heavy snow outside the house is really, really heavy.
There was a pot of warm wine and some cooked food in the room, and the three of them sat in a circle.
The nine admirals, Mr. Guan, Qian Wen and Han Chunming, were smiling and happily chatting with each other.
However, deep in the eyes of Qian Wen and Han Chunming, there was deep sadness.
The old man is dying.
Just yesterday, the old man suddenly asked Qian Wen to call his family back. He didn't say anything, he just said, "I want to see them."
A few rooms over, Han Sile leaned on her husband Qian Pengcheng's shoulder, choking silently, her eyes gradually turning red.
Holding a porcelain doll-like child in his arms, the child is sleeping soundly. This is their child.
On the side, Qian Shudao shed tears and pursed his lips. Her husband Han Shaohui wiped his tears silently. His heart was full of sadness. No one was better than the other.
Qian Zhengrong looked up to the sky to prevent tears from falling, but he didn't know that his collar was already soaked.
Guan's father had tears in his eyes. Ever since he agreed to Qian Wen's contract, he had been taking care of his old father peacefully and wanted to make up for the debt he had suffered for many years.
Now that my old father is leaving, I feel very tight in my chest and choked with sobs.
Yu Jinxian passed away two years ago. He had too many preoccupations and how could he live a long life if his heart was not in his favor?
In another room, Meng Xiaozao, Meng Xiaoxing and others also had their eyes gradually turning red.
In addition to the heavy snow outside and the whistling cold wind, everyone inside the house was choked and sad.
After drinking, the old man Guan, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, felt dizzy. He shook his head to force himself to clear his mind. Feeling that his end was approaching, he suddenly stood up and pushed open the door of his room and walked outside. In the depth of winter, the sky was covered with snow, and the sky was covered with falling snow.
Qian Wen and Han Chunming hurriedly followed, wearing snow-white cloaks and hurriedly wrapped them tightly around the old man.
Old Man Guan looked at Qian Wen and Han Chunming and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay.
The snow is so heavy today."
Memories appeared in the old man's eyes, and countless recollections of the past flashed through him, as if he had seen something, and he began to mutter to himself, "I remember the sky was like this at that time."
Qian Wen and Han Chunming looked at the old man. Qian Wen could clearly feel that the candle was gradually fading.
Mr. Guan continued, "I remember the same situation that day. When I opened the door, you were crouching at my door like a little stone lion.
That look was, not to mention, very distressing. Her little face was flushed, her hands were covered in frostbite, and those smart eyes, with their eyelashes holding broken snow, blinked and looked up at me without saying a word.
I said: Baby, where are your parents?
You didn't say anything, just stood up, shivering, buried your head and walked into my courtyard. I was stunned and thought to myself, this little baby.
After that, I served you rice, put ointment on your hands and feet, and asked you again: Where are your parents?
You said: Where should I sleep?
"Hahaha~" the old man laughed heartily, his eyes filled with unforgettable memories.
"This is what he looked like back then."
Qian Wen's nose was red, his eyes were red, and his throat seemed to be blocked. His pain was like a stormy sea, and he was really helpless to resist.
"Cough cough cough~~"
The old man coughed repeatedly. Qian Wen and Han Chunming hurriedly stroked his back and chest to calm him down. The old man looked at Han Chunming and said, "Disciple, disciple, good disciple."
Han Chunming couldn't bear it anymore and cried loudly.
The old man wiped away his tears with difficulty, then looked at Qian Wen, his eyes fluctuating, "You and I have been together for half our lives.
Who would have thought that a little guy who was so small back then would have such great achievements now...
I am very lucky that I met you at that time. Because of you, my old age will be smooth and peaceful, with children and grandchildren everywhere, enjoying the happiness of family...~"
The old man couldn't hold it on anymore and slowly leaned on Qian Wen. His eyelids were weak and he slowly closed them, and stopped mumbling to himself.
Qian Wen held him tightly. In his perception, the old man was like a candle, and the light was extinguishing and dying.
No pain, no worries, everything is calm and peaceful.
The old man's hand on Qian Wen's arm fell weakly. Qian Wen held on tightly and supported the old man.
Mr. Guan, the admiral of the Nine Gates, passed away.
"Good go, old man!"
Everyone choked, wiped away tears, and felt sad.
Knowing that the old man was afraid of cremation, Qian Wen arranged for a burial in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
………………
Qian Wen was eighty years old.
Cheng Jianjun suddenly invited him and said he had something to tell him.
Qian Wen accepted the invitation and looked at Cheng Jianjun in front of him. He felt that he was in poor condition and felt a little weak.
Prepare wine, prepare vegetables, one meat, one vegetable and one peanut, it's extremely simple.
Qian Wen sat down, and Cheng Jianjun didn't say anything. He just poured him wine, and the two of them drank three glasses in a row.
Being drunk and emboldened, Cheng Jianjun spoke up.
Qian Wen, who was facing the finger, thought about it a moment or two and saved his finger. He just looked at Qian Wen and said, "You... I have been bullied by you all my life!"
Qian Wen's eyes were calm as he sipped the wine, regardless of whether Cheng Jianjun could understand or not, he looked straight at him and said, "It's because of me that you can still drink with me now."
"Thank you." Cheng Jianjun twitched the corner of his mouth, took another glass of wine, put down the glass, looked at Qian Wen, and said bit by bit as if he was keeping accounts, "I drove a car for you and did errands for you.
I have managed charitable foundations, participated in the construction of hundreds of hope primary schools, and rescued countless people in need. I have not flinched despite natural and man-made disasters during the rescue process. I have been working for more than ten years.
Time flies by, I was almost fifty at the time, and you sent me away with just one sentence and asked me to plant trees.
The sky is filled with yellow sand and the Gobi Desert touches the sky. Looking up... I am exiled.
I tried my best to make money for you and do charity, but as a result, when I was about to turn fifty, I was exiled, to a place where even birds don’t poop."
Qian Wen answered and said calmly, "You are stubborn and dare to embezzle the company's funds for personal investment. I just asked you to plant trees, which is already an advantage for you. That's a total of 30 million."
"
"I returned it and only used it for a week." Cheng Jianjun said arrogantly.
"You continue." Qian Wen didn't mean to argue. It was pointless. No matter how dissatisfied Cheng Jianjun was, he just went to plant trees in the Gobi Desert.
The process doesn't matter, he only cares about the results.
Cheng Jianjun gritted his teeth, "When I go there, I will plant a tree for ten years, and I will plant green all over the Gobi desert.
I'm sixty and it's time to retire.
I finally managed to retire. After working hard all my life, I saved some money and now I want to enjoy my retirement life.
But you don't allow it.
They tortured me in different ways, saying that I was idle and that I was forced to be the director of an orphanage..."
"I am doing it for your own good and letting you accumulate virtue for yourself."
"You fart!" Cheng Jianjun was rarely bold in front of Qian Wen in so many years.
Qian Wen paused, glanced at Cheng Jianjun, and looked up and down, as if to say, you are so cowardly, you are an old person now, can you withstand a beating from me?
Cheng Jianjun was old-fashioned and stubborn. He snorted at Qian Wen, "What are you looking at? I'm already this old, so I'm not afraid of you."
Cheng Jianjun mustered up the courage to say that sentence, "I'm not afraid of you." His voice was trembling. The body's fear of Qian Wen was simply imprinted in its instinct.
Cheng Jianjun continued, "I was already sixty at the time, and the country asked me to rest, but you didn't allow it. You asked me to go to some orphanage, and I refused to go. You didn't even give me a chance to explain, so you started beating me.
I was running, but you chased me and beat me.
I remember that you whipped me with a belt.
How much hatred and resentment. I was already sixty at the time.
I run in front and you fight from behind. I run and you fight."
"Alas~~" Cheng Jianjun sighed. No matter how he recalled it, it was so desolate. It didn't matter if he didn't recall it. He wiped the sadness from his eyes, looked at Qian Wen and asked, "I'm just asking you today. Just because of my speculative phone call, how can you
Beat me up for the rest of my life?"
"Yes and no."
Qian Wen stood up and left, and Cheng Jianjun's son hurriedly saw him off. Cheng Jianjun's already cloudy eyes looked at the door. Qian Wen had gone away, and the door was empty. Only the dust in the beam of light was floating and swirling under the scorching sun.
"My whole life has passed like this. I never thought that when I am old and about to leave, the most unforgettable thing in my memory will be you."
Cheng Jianjun raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the warm sun and a cloud floating by, which looked a bit like Qian Wen. He slowly closed his eyes and said, "You have beaten me forever! I really want to beat you, but I
I just don’t dare to mention it, damn it, damn it, damn it!”
Two weeks later, Cheng Jianjun entered the emergency room and his life came to an end.
Half a month later, Cheng Jianjun passed away.
Qian Wen sighed, "Another one is gone."
It is inevitable to feel sad in my heart. After so many years, we have become friends of a different kind instead of being friends.
I passed away a few years ago and lived a long life.
……………
Qian Wen was 88 years old.
Han Chunming passed away, and Su Meng became increasingly weak.
No matter how hard she raised her, she couldn't keep her alive. Less than half a year later, Su Meng passed away, and Qian Wen sighed.
……………
Qian Wen was ninety years old.
Feeling that she didn't have much time left, she asked her youngest daughter to call her old friends Li Chengtao and Cai Xiaoli. Now all three of them are gray-haired.
A sense of joy and comfort.
In the next few days, Qian Wen went to meet Meng Xiaoxing, Meng Xiaozao sisters, and some old friends who were still alive.
They are all very good, they are all younger than him, they have lived a prosperous life, they are full of children and grandchildren, but... they are all old, old, and some are deaf, and they have to yell to be heard when they speak.
In the remaining days, Qian Wen spent time with his wife Guan Xiaoguan.
The three brothers and sisters Pengcheng, Zhengrong, and Shu Dao all came back somehow, taking their children with them, holding back tears in their eyes and forcing a smile.
Slowly, the mansion became lively. There were grandchildren, great-grandchildren, children and grandchildren. It was wonderful to see...
Qian Wen didn't want them to come back. He had seen everything there was to see and just left quietly.
At night, with his wife Guan Xiaoguan in his arms, the little lazy cat was already fast asleep. Qian Wen whispered in his ear, "Don't be sad after I leave. Live a good life and give the old man a few more sticks of incense for me."
The voice faded, and the sleeping little lazy cat suddenly opened his eyes and said with tears in his eyes, "Can't you walk? Let's burn incense for grandpa together, and let's go see grandpa tomorrow, okay?"
Qian Wen was weak, so he rubbed his wife Guan Xiaoguan's head with all his strength, smiled lovingly, "Okay, don't leave, little lazy cat, meow."
"Meow~~"
……………
【Ding】
[World mission completed, host returns!]
The sound of the system appeared, and Qian Wen, who was standing in the air, was awakened.
What comes into view is the familiar chaos, the familiar darkness, and the eternal loneliness.
The touching meow seemed to be still lingering in his ears, and Qian Wen sighed quietly in the void.
Returning every time is the most upsetting, as my heart is filled with uncontrollable emptiness and sadness.
In the boundless infinite space, Qian Wen stood quietly in the void, suspended.
Qian Wen sighed, "It happens every time. If it weren't for registering memories, people would still have human spirit.
The old man, the little lazy cat, Pengcheng, Zhengrong, Shudao, Chunming, Taozi, Su Meng, Cai Xiaoli, Shashahou...
One life, another life."
The system appears.
[Across the World: The World Under Zhengyangmen]
[Main mission of the world under Zhengyangmen: Scenery under Zhengyangmen]
【Follow the mood of the host, feel under the Zhengyang Gate and enjoy the scenery.
Have friends with Han Chunming? The abominable Cheng Jianjun
Etc., etc………
Follow your heart!】
Qian Wen sighed, "If you follow your heart, I'm afraid it will make people sad afterwards."
[Mission completed, mission reward: calculating.]
[Following the heart - The world under Zhengyangmen gave the task a score of 75 points.]
[World Main Mission Reward: Heart Arsonist]
"Heart-loving arsonist?" Qian Wen looked at his newly acquired abilities and shouted into the void, "System, Ma Liu, please explain."
[Heart Arsonist: The charm of the host will amplify with every move he makes. [Only for women who have a good impression of the host.]]
Qian Wen, “Brother-horse skills?”
System, [roll thick]
[Host, the system is about to register the world.]
The system started to chase people away.
Qian Wen rubbed his eyebrows and began to recall all the things he had done in the Zhengyang Gate. At the same time, he said, "The system is starting to register."
Following Qian Wen's order.
[Ding! The world of ‘The one that moves with your heart—Zhengyangmenxia’ is completed, and the host registers the memory of the world under Zhengyangmen]
The sound of the system fell, and all the memories he had in 'Under the Zhengyang Gate' flashed through Qian Wen's eyes, and then they began to drain away like a flood breaking a bank.
I have been with the old man for half my life.
I got to know Han Chunming, Li Chengtao, Cai Xiaoli, Su Meng, Cheng Jianjun, Bao Pohou and so on.
Guan Xiaoguan The meow of the lazy cat.
Pengcheng, Zhengrong, Shu Road...
Memory is lost faster and faster.
Gradually, Qian Wen's memory of being under the Zhengyang Gate disappeared and was sealed.
[The memory registration of ‘The world under the Zhengyang Gate’ that moves with the heart was successful.]
‘What moves with your heart—the world under the Zhengyang Gate’, these characters are imprinted on the newly generated books, and they are natural.
Looking at the books floating in front of me, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss in my heart. I sighed quietly, and with a wave of my hand, the volumes of world books automatically flew into the bookshelf in the void.
There are 17 books in the bookshelf, all of which are his memories.
When he looked at these things before, he couldn't help but wonder when the system would return his memory.
Looking at it again this time, he suddenly didn't want these memories, because he was vaguely afraid and resisted, and the thought of retrieving the memories was not so deep. This was actually good, since he had forgotten but not forgotten.
"I wonder what will happen to me when the memories of so many worlds merge, one world after another.
It should collapse." Qian Wen said to himself.
The most hurtful feelings in the world.
"System, show me all my abilities." Qian Wen shouted.
The system appeared and kicked out Qian Wen's personal ability panel.
【Ding】
[All abilities of the host]
[Host: Qian Wen.]
[Ability: 1. Talent-Strong (original: body with abundant physical strength)
2. Talent-Animal Affinity (basically no effect on humans)
3. Talent - divine power - disability.
4. Talent-sixth sense-disabled.
5.Talent-Lucky Minute (Daily).
6. Skills-Miscellaneous Studies-Jugglers.
7. Talent - no good image. (Any camera or photo-taking mechanism will leave no trace without the permission of the host.)
8. Skills - Martial Arts (Martial arts and medical skills learned in the mythical world)
11. Talent - Heart Arsonist: (The charm of the host will be amplified with every move of the host. [Only for women who have a good impression of the host])
[Card Pack: Wealth Card, Prop Card]
Qian Wen calmed down for a moment before the system appeared.
[Ding, does the host start world travel? 】
Qian Wen, "..."
Are you in such a hurry? System, how anxious are you?
"System, what is the next world?"
[Crossing the ocean to see you]
"Zheng Chu, Su Mang, the little tadpoles are looking for their father?"
"System, play across the ocean to see you."
【Across the ocean to see you now playing】
The copy of The World Under Zhengyangmen has been completed.