After hearing that Yu Sheng was actually the son of the God-Slayer, and Aunt Qing was from Chang'an City, Gong Yao couldn't help but sigh.
"At the beginning, the saints had the ambition to overthrow the gods, welcome the Emperor of Heaven, and establish a peaceful and harmonious world without any disputes. Under the leadership of the Lord of Chang'an City, they rose up to kill the gods one after another. I clearly remember what the saints said at the meeting at that time.
The scene is a broken hut, with wine, and the saints gathered together for three days and three nights without rest. They imagined that human beings could live freely on the earth, and imagined a peaceful future under the leadership of the Emperor of Heaven. I
I was listening and thinking about it at the time, but I never imagined..." Gong Yao shook his head and sighed, "Now people are like a thing of the past, and they will never come back."
For the rest of his life, he had been trying to interrupt him, but he had no chance. Now that he had caught him, he asked strangely: "Is your master also one of the saints?"
"certainly."
Gong Yao said, "The famous Arrow Saint at that time was one of the people most feared by the gods in the Central Plains, except for the Sword Saint and later the God Slayer. It's a pity..."
"What's the pity?"
"It's a pity that in the early stages of the Holy War, our master was fascinated by a witch. You will know what happened next."
The bow demon is a bit unspeakable: the banshee seduced the bow demon master’s men, and together they killed the bow demon master.
The subordinate had been the city lord for a while, but the real power was in the hands of the banshee and he surrendered to the gods early.
The gods treated the people in the city like livestock, killing and insulting them at will. In the later stages of the War between Gods and Gods, they even killed them to vent their anger.
In desperation, Gong Yao got up angrily, and when the traitor was not paying attention, he took the opportunity to kill the traitor and the banshee, and led his tribe on the road to escape.
What made Gong Yao sigh was that his master was supposed to be the main force in the holy war, but he didn't expect that before he could take action, he would be harmed by the disaster of beauty.
"That demon girl was originally sent by the gods. They were afraid of my master's divine arrows." The bow demon was indignant. "If they hadn't used this despicable method to participate in the holy war, even if they failed, my master would still be fighting against you.
A figure as famous as my father, the God-Slayer.”
Once his master died, he also lost the opportunity to leave his name in history and become famous. Otherwise, the title of God-Killing Bow would be bluffing.
"you sure?"
I spent the rest of my life defending my father. The name of God Killer was created by the God of Killing, not by bragging.
"When it comes to being afraid, I should also be afraid of my father. Why don't the gods send witches to seduce him?" Yu Sheng said.
He felt that what Gong Yao said was all an excuse to excuse his master.
"Why not? There is also a demon girl who went to seduce your father." Gong Yao said, he remembered this clearly.
"No way?" Yu Sheng was surprised.
He just said it casually, but he didn't expect to actually ask someone, "Who did you send? Don't tell me it's King Donghuang."
"No." Gong Yao waved his hand, "I don't know who it was. Anyway, the banshee died before seeing your father's face. She was killed by the fish he raised."
"Uh." Yu Sheng knew who was responsible without having to guess.
"Wait a minute." Aunt Qing, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "That's not the point. What did you just say?"
"Killed by a fish?" Bow Demon wondered.
"That's not it, I mean, to welcome the Emperor of Heaven." Aunt Qing said, "This seems to be the belief of the ten witches of Lingshan, right?"
"The Ten Witches of Lingshan? What are those?" Gong Yao was puzzled.
Yu Sheng also heard something unusual, "The Ten Wizards of Lingshan are an organization that emerged after the Holy War. They believe in the Emperor of Heaven. We will talk about this later. First, let's talk about the Emperor of Heaven that the saints believed in during the Holy War. When did they believe in the Emperor of Heaven?
of?"
Gong Yao was surprised, "You don't know?"
"What do you know?" Yu Sheng wondered.
Gong Yao pondered for a moment, "Where should I start?"
He tapped his fingers on the table, drank a glass of wine, slapped it on the table, and said, "Let's put it this way, the reason why there were so many saints in the Central Plains at that time is inseparable from the Emperor of Heaven."
"No wonder there were more than 70 or nearly 100 saints suddenly appearing in the Central Plains at that time." It suddenly dawned on the rich people.
"Don't interrupt." Ye Zi patted Fu Nan for a moment.
Although his experiences in the past two years made him know that the Emperor of Heaven that Lingshan believed in was not a lie, but a real one, and was even related to their shopkeeper Yu for the rest of his life. But the Emperor of Heaven appeared before the Holy War 10,000 years ago.
Somewhat thought-provoking.
"At that time, people in the Central Plains often worshiped their ancestors and the heaven and earth. Do you know this?" Gong Yao asked again.
"I know this. I still have a lot of bronze cauldrons used for sacrifices." Yu Sheng said.
Although those bronze tripods are Zhen Yuqian’s fakes.
"It's good to know the bronze tripod." Gong Yao felt much more relaxed.
"At that time, people in the Central Plains sacrificed their ancestors. The most important thing in the sacrificial ceremony was to communicate with heaven and earth and pray for God to send down his will. That God is the Emperor of Heaven!" Gong Yao said.
"Communicate between heaven and earth and let the Emperor of Heaven issue his will?" Yu Sheng said.
Gong Yao nodded, "Have you seen the words on those bronze tripods?"
"You mean ghost writing?"
"Ghost Wen? What the hell is this called?" Gong Yao complained, "In our time, it was called the Heavenly Book."
All in all, these words are exactly the words of the decree issued by the Emperor of Heaven.
"At that time, your father's father, your grandfather's sage who created characters, was responsible for deciphering these characters." Gong Yao said.
At that time, people still tied knots to remember events.
But as the human race grows, as a race that needs cooperation to survive and continue, the human race urgently needs a writing language to facilitate communication.
"These heavenly books cannot be made into sentences, and it is difficult to meet the needs of human cooperation. That's why the word-creating sage understood the knowledge of heaven and earth, and created the characters that people later used on the basis of the heavenly books." Gong Yao said.
"Then it rains in the sky and the ghosts cry in the night..."
"The Heavenly Book itself is very magical, and it is inevitably used when making characters, so there is such a big movement." Gong Yao said.
anyway.
"The fact that your grandfather and your father were so dazzling in the Holy War has something to do with the fact that they control the deciphering of the Heavenly Book." Gong Yao added.
"You are just nakedly jealous." Yu Sheng said angrily, "My father's name was obtained by killing one by one. Your city lord wants to kill..."
"Ahem." The people in the wine shop coughed. After all, they are all remnants of that city and they also want to save face.
Gong Yao returned to the topic, "It was with the help of the Heavenly Book sent down by the Emperor of Heaven that a large number of saints emerged in the Central Plains."
"No." Yu Sheng shook his head, "I remember that the giant clan and some ancient gods also use ghost writing."
Yu Sheng looked up at Gong Yao, "Don't they also believe in the Emperor of Heaven?"
The Emperor of Heaven, the giants, and the ancient gods use the same ghost writing. This is definitely not a coincidence.
"Could it be that the so-called Emperor of Heaven is actually an ancient or even higher-level god?" Yu Sheng speculated.
"The only ones higher than the ancient gods are the four desolate kings of east, west, north and south." Aunt Qing said.
There are figures of the Four Desolate Kings in the Holy War, but they are by no means the Emperors of Heaven who help the saints become stronger.