Mengchang didn't know how to answer, so he had to laugh a few times to show his embarrassment.
"Where exactly is Yaojun going to drag Xiaoshen?" Xiaoshenjun asked again.
Mengchang is still thinking about how to trick the little god...
"Mr. Yao, when the little god came back from Zhuolu, something big happened in the world. I still have many things to discuss with Emperor Changsheng!"
There seems to be something wrong with this little god looking in the direction ahead! No, no, he can't go to that place!
Hey! Mr. Mengchang narrowed his eyes and brought out the Emperor of Immortality to suppress me. Do you think I am afraid of you? "Don't be in a hurry, little god!" Mengchang showed his usual fox-like cunning: "The Emperor of Immortality still owes me everything.
Just a favor, hehe~"
Lord Si Ming picked at Lord Mengchang's hand, uh... he couldn't pick it off... then what: "Mr. Yao, please don't embarrass the little god anymore, the Emperor of Immortality is fine."
Xiao Shenjun looked troubled, feeling a little aggrieved: "Over there in the East Pole, Xiao Shen really can't go! Oh no, Yaojun, you'd better not go there..."
Mengchang finally stopped, let go of the little god, stroking his long silver beard with his hand, showing a kind and serious smile of an elder, and said to the little god: "Hejia, it's not because I have time to go visit Zhuohua.
That girl, I know that taking you there is also embarrassing for you, so you can put aside your worries for the time being and go to the East Pole with me..."
Hejia frowned: "If I let you go, then you have to tell me exactly what happened, right?"
"Hey, I'm not from Southern Wilderness yet..."
Before Mengchang could finish speaking, Hejia raised his forehead and asked, "Why is it about Nanhuang again?"
"This matter is complicated. I think you are responsible for your duties as commander." Mr. Mengchang said with sincerity and reason: "Jun Chongli is honest and kind. If I don't save him, I will really feel uneasy. I hope you won't."
Abandon your disdain and come with me to the East Pole!" He said with emphasis: "You don't have to do anything, just help me persuade Zhuo Hua."
"You are the King of Medicine. There is no one in heaven or on earth whose medical skills can match yours." Hejia looked at the vast clear sky, the humid and salty sea breeze blowing, the blue sea chasing the waves, and the white gulls hovering in the sky...
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This place is very close to the East Pole. Only the East Pole has such scenery. He closed his slightly red eyes: "Zhuohua...how can I help you?"
"Although Zhuohua doesn't know medical skills, Nuwa Stone..."
"You want to take the Nuwa Stone!?"
Mengchang's words were interrupted. The originally gentle Little God turned around and seemed a little harsh: "Mr. Yao wants to tell Little God, don't you know that her life hangs on that stone!"
Hejia was obviously annoyed, but Yaojun was also annoyed: "Hejiajun, where are you talking from? Of course I know these things!"
Thinking back when the Gu Pond was destroyed and it took him a hundred and eighty years to clear out the bugs on the island, he was not upset! Now it was just to save people, and he came to invite Zhuo Hua to go to the Southern Wilderness, why did he still have to suffer?
Are you angry? What’s the truth! What’s the truth! Huh?!
Mengchang took a few deep breaths, continued to maintain the demeanor of an elder, and continued to speak seriously: "You must not want to see Zhuohua like this."
Hejia lost his stern expression and lowered his eyes.
Yes. He doesn't want to.
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The east has reached its end, and the everlasting joy is endless.
This is Hejia's second visit to the East Pole after tens of thousands of years. The grass here is green and crabapples are planted everywhere. Under Canglangya, the sea water washes against the cliff. There is a man in purple clothes leaning under an old tree. , sitting cross-legged with a piano across her legs, she gently plucked the strings and the palace feathers jumped, attracting hundreds of birds. The birds fluttered in the air, their wings vibrated slightly, like beauties, leaping up and dancing in the air. .The sea breeze gently blew the clothes as thin as clouds, and lifted a few strands of hair. The string music was blown by the wind, and gradually turned to Zhengyin behind the thin and lonely body, becoming more and more hollow and sad...
Finally, the sound of the strings lingered around the branches, and all the birds disappeared. The person on Canglangya finally stood up holding the guqin, and her hair fell to her ankles with her clothes. She took the curtain hanging from the branches of the branches and put it on her head. A piece of tulle fell down and touched the corner of the skirt, and the lonely body was hidden in the tulle, without any color.
The figure caressed the tassels of the guqin in her arms. Her face was covered by a curtain and her expression could not be seen clearly, but her voice was a bit desolate, as if she had experienced the vicissitudes of life: "Hejia, you are here."