While Luo Wenwen was looking forward to it, Aunt Qing glanced at Yu Sheng.
"Of course I know. Everyone in the world knows about the city of saints." Aunt Qing pretended to be understated.
The city built in Luo City for the saint who created Chinese characters was also the beginning of the Holy War. Since then, the Holy War has lasted for thousands of years.
The Holy War is a war between gods and humans led by saints.
At that time, all the gods and beasts stood on the side of the gods, fighting against the saints in many cities in the Central Plains.
There is also a surprise. The only traitor among the gods is the King of the East Wasteland, and the reason she gave is also ridiculous.
"I think the human race is weak, so it would be interesting to help them." When questioned by the Queen Mother of the West, the King of the East Wasteland said.
However, three kings fought against one king, and the final war ended with most of the saints dead and the gods struggling to defeat the humans.
One of the saints, the Saint of Luo City, fell, his soul was destroyed, and he fell into eternal chaos.
The saint's son was also killed, but with the help of noble people, he was able to escape into reincarnation.
After this battle, many cities including Luo City were destroyed, and many people chose to leave their homes and fled to the four wilderness areas.
The densely populated Central Plains has since declined and lost its prosperity.
Jiannang Town was founded by our ancestors who left their hometown and settled here after many migrations.
Of course, this history is so long that the people of Yangzhou City have long forgotten this history.
The reason why the city lord remembered it was not only because she had experienced that bloody battle, but also because all her family members died in that battle.
Ancestor Lao Yu, no, and descendants are not right either. Anyway, the family lives here anonymously, and Aunt Qing feels that their identities cannot be exposed easily.
"Yes, the city of saints." Luo Wenwen sighed, "It's a pity that the saint has passed away, and the human race will never be able to go back to that time."
Aunt Qing sat down, poured herself a cup of tea, and asked, "What are you doing with the descendants of the Lord of Luo City?"
Luo Wenwen sat down, approached Aunt Qing and stretched out his index finger, "It's exactly ten thousand years since the saint fell."
Aunt Qing raised her eyebrows at him while drinking tea, signaling for him to continue.
Yu Sheng stood between them, keeping some distance, "Ten thousand years, what happened to ten thousand years?"
Luo Wenwen gave up his position and said forcefully: "For ten thousand years, people have been bullied by all kinds of gods and monsters. They dare not enter the mountains and forests, and dare not descend into the lakes and rivers."
For thousands of years, people have worshiped the gods, taken refuge under the demon gods, and lived in the mire, with their fate like grass.
For ten thousand years, life was precarious, disasters were rampant, and people were trapped in constant panic.
For thousands of years, food, boys, girls, and virgins have become the price people pay for survival.
"It's been ten thousand years," Luo Wenwen looked at the two of them firmly, "Now it's time for the human race to rejuvenate and regain its former glory."
The first step towards revival is to invite back the descendants of the saints, recall the memories of their ancestors in their blood, and recreate the saints.
"Only by inviting the saint back can we fight against the gods and demons." Luo Wenwen said.
He decided to invite the descendants of the saint back and call on people with lofty ideals from all walks of life to rebuild Luo City on the ruins of Luo City.
What Luo Wenwen said is true. In the wilderness, there are only two ways for human beings to survive, or to be protected by a city built by immortals, such as Yangzhou City.
Or they are protected by cities built by gods, demons, and beasts, and they use food, coolies, or even slaves to survive, such as demon cities.
Outside the city, there is a world full of gods, demons, monsters, ghosts, and beasts. People are at the bottom, and their lives may be in danger if they are not careful.
This is true even for cities. The cities built by immortals are no match for those cities built by gods.
"Now many descendants of saints have returned to the Central Plains, but the saint from Luo City is the most important one." Luo Wenwen said.
The Holy War began in Luocheng, where the sage Cangjie spied on the way of heaven, causing all the spiritual secrets of creation to leak out.
As the saying goes, the sky rains millet and the ghosts cry at night. This is exactly what it is.
"Fight against the gods and demons?" Aunt Qing glanced at Yu Sheng, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "Then you should go to Yangzhou City to look for him."
"The ancestors of many people in Yangzhou City fled from the Central Plains," she said.
For the rest of his life, he is still young and has no skills in literature and martial arts, so it is better not to wade into troubled waters. Moreover, since Lao Yu is still around, it is not his turn to take the lead.
As for where to go for the rest of his life in the future, it is up to him to make his own decision.
But in Aunt Qing's heart, she didn't want another sacred battle.
She vaguely remembers the Bone Tower when the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the singing of the blood river in the Central Plains, and doesn't want to lose her loved ones again.
After receiving the reminder from Aunt Qing, Luo Wenwen once again set out on the road with anticipation.
But I was unhappy for the rest of my life, because since Luo Wenwen left, my aunt has been secretly sad.
"What's going on? You don't know him, so you just left. What are you worried about?" Yu Sheng waved his hand in front of Aunt Qing's face in dissatisfaction to bring her back to her senses.
Aunt Qing looked at him sideways and said, "Who is worried about him? I am worried about the descendants of the saints in Luo City."
Yu Sheng was puzzled, "Do you know the descendants of saints?"
"It has a lot to do with it." Aunt Qing calmed down. The current situation is now more complicated than it was ten thousand years ago.
Seeing that Yu Sheng wanted to ask more questions, Aunt Qing hurriedly changed the subject, "By the way, where are the others? Get them back. I want to tell you something."
"What's the matter?" Yu Sheng was reluctant, as he still hadn't asked about the origin.
"Go if you are told." Aunt Qing showed her aunt's majesty and drove Yu Sheng away.
After a while, Yu Sheng called back all the busy Ye Zigao and others, and Zhenzi and Feng'er also followed.
Seeing everyone sitting around the long table, Aunt Qing said: "The Ghost Festival is coming soon, a good day for a little fish..."
Yu Sheng interrupted her, "Why does it sound so awkward to me?"
"As Xiao Yu'er's first birthday in this life, let's help prepare it and celebrate it well." Aunt Qing gave him a look and changed her words.
Zhen Zi said: "Shopkeeper Yu's birthday falls on the Ghost Festival? It's too much to bully ghosts."
"Why did I bully the ghost?" Yu Sheng was confused.
"We ghosts only have this one festival every year, and you still celebrate it. Isn't this taking the spotlight and taking the spotlight?" Zhenzi said.
Yu Sheng stood up and was about to retort when Zhenzi patted him on the shoulder and said, "But I forgive you. Who made you so old to celebrate this time?"
Cao'er was surprised and said: "Hey, Xiao Yu'er, why have you grown taller again?"
Yu Sheng's height has grown rapidly these days, and he has grown much taller than he did a few days ago.
Aunt Qing guessed that a seal in Yu Sheng's body was slowly disappearing, so he grew faster.
Yu Sheng looked at Cao'er and said, "What's so strange about this? I'm at the age when I'm growing up, and there's something else you haven't noticed?"
"What?"
Bai Gaoxing looked at it and said, "The shopkeeper's skin has turned white and he seems much more handsome."
Ye Zigao disagreed. He stretched out half of his face in front of Bai Gaoxing, "It's quite good-looking, but when it comes to handsomeness, please take a look at this face."
Yu Sheng kicked him and said, "Go, go, go to work, hold on to your stinky bag all day long and not think about making progress."
Ye Zigao stood up and hid, and just as he was about to go out, he saw Chan'er returning to the inn alone, and the singing stopped on the stone bridge.
"Brother Ye, Shopkeeper Yu, I'm looking for you." Chan'er said with a smile when he saw everyone was there.
Ye Zigao saw that Chan'er's face was not good, "What's wrong? His face is much paler again."
"It's okay." Chan'er nodded, "I'm here to say goodbye to you."
"Farewell?" Ye Zigao was startled.
Chan'er nodded and looked in the direction of Zhenxi, "I'm going to the mountains and forests. We can only meet again in the next life."
After seventeen years of listening to Zen music, even though I am an adult, I am still unable to withstand the shackles of fate.
The deadline is approaching, and Chan'er wants to leave with that lonely person.
"Thank you for allowing me to stay here, wait for seventeen years, and pay careful attention to the outside world."
In the town, she heard the clear sound of running water crossing the stone bridge, saw the traces of wild geese passing by, and smelled the fragrance of wood leaves brought by the wind from the distant mountains.
I even heard the most beautiful singing voice in the world.
Stone bridges, inns, ugly dogs, fellow villagers, cow bells, the prosperity and splendor of the world formed symbols in her heart, making her live up to her time.
"Shop Manager Yu, before I leave, I want to give you a gift. This is the only way I can repay you."
Chan'er spread out his hands, and a bright green leaf spread out in the palm of his hand.
"What is this?" Yu Sheng asked curiously.
He didn't really care about Chan'er's reward, because the system had just rewarded him with merit points.
"A leaf blinds the eyes." Chan'er asked Yu Sheng with a smile, "Has Shopkeeper Yu ever heard of it?"
Of course I’ve heard of it, but it’s just that it’s not often followed by “missing Mount Tai”, and it’s also a derogatory term.
Seeing that Yu Sheng was still confused, the pale Chan'er smiled and said, "This leaf is called a cicada shade leaf. As the name suggests, it is a leaf shaded by cicadas. It is used to cover oneself so that no one can see oneself."
As she spoke, Chan'er covered her left eye with a cicada leaf, and then, amidst the rest of her life's surprise, she completely disappeared.
"Yes, there really is such a leaf." Yu Sheng said in surprise. He could see ghosts with his eyes, but he couldn't see through them due to his invisibility.
Chan'er put down the leaf, "Of course there is, but only cicadas can find it in the world, and it's very difficult."
"Shopkeeper Yu, although Chan Yiye has supernatural powers, like me, it is difficult to escape the shackles of fate."
She handed the Cicada Leaf to Yu Sheng, "When the leaf turns yellow, it loses its magical power. You must keep it properly."
Yu Sheng liked this leaf very much, but still declined: "I don't want it anymore, it's a bit expensive."
Chan'er couldn't help but put it in front of Yu Sheng's table, "Chan'er's time is short, there is no use keeping it, shopkeeper Yu, don't refuse."
She paused, "This will also allow Chan'er to walk calmly."
In this case, it is inconvenient to say anything for the rest of my life.
Seeing that Yu Sheng accepted it, Chan'er bowed his hand to others again, "We will have to wait until the next life to see you again."
After saying that, without waiting for everyone to return the favor, Chan'er walked out of the inn alone and walked towards the west end of the town.
When they sent Yu Sheng out, they saw the setting sun falling on her back, drawing out a long shadow and sending her away gradually.
In the west of the town, tigers roared in the mountains and forests.
"The boat is rocking on the river, the curtains are waving upstairs...the wind is blowing, the rain is rustling...the flowing light can easily throw people away, the cherries are red and the bananas are green."
The singing began again on the stone bridge, and the singing slowly began.
I don’t know why, this time I heard it very pleasantly for the rest of my life, and I also remembered a poem:
I said to the cicada, see you tomorrow, I have to wait until next year.
The cicada said to me that we will have to wait until the next life to see each other again.