Although it is not as good as Jinshui, which spans six states, the overall length is much longer.
A total of nineteen world-famous mountains, including Huishan, Yushan, and Lulanshan, are all within the connected range of Gushui.
At the foot of Gushui Jade Mountain, the blue waves remain the same, but the beauty of the past has long since disappeared.
The Dragon Girl Temple has also been abandoned for a long time. Due to years of disrepair, several large holes have been opened in the roof of the temple, and one of the walls has collapsed. The whole temple has a sense of decadence that it may collapse at any time.
The statue of the Dragon Girl is still in good condition.
But compared with other statues, they seem particularly dull, empty, and without charm.
Obviously this is because the god it belongs to has long since fallen.
Sima Changge stood under the red jade mountain jade, dumbfounded.
When a person is in extreme sadness, he cannot cry at that moment.
On the contrary, it is only after the aftertaste, when you think about it, that you will shed tears.
Trembling fingers caressed the rough rock wall.
The blood-red color that penetrated the rock wall made Sima Changge tremble.
He seemed to be able to transcend time and space and see the dragon girl in the past, under this jade mountain, crazily hitting the rock wall, fighting against the corruption and madness originating from the soul.
Ding ding ding!
The crisp sound of drilling interrupted Sima Changge's thoughts.
Turning a hillside, he saw a few big men with rough, dark skin and plain and simple clothes, digging into the red rocks with chisels and various tools.
"Readers should take good note, our dragon blood stone from Yushan is one of the best in the world. If it has the dragon scale pattern, it will be the best among the best. One or two gold... It's a pity... Dragon
There are too few scale dragon blood stones, and the cost of digging the stones is too high." One of the big men said while digging.
Sima Changge hid in the darkness, but upon hearing the words, his anger surged. The waves on the water were turbulent, and there was a faint tendency to set off a huge wave.
"Just be content! Although this Jade Mountain was beautiful in the past, it was just a place for rich people to play. What benefit would we have gained? If not for the kindness of the Dragon Girl a few years ago, she dyed this Jade Mountain red with her blood.
We have been given such a precious land, so that we can settle down and live here, and support our family... We are still digging in the fields for food, and for the past year... I am afraid that we will not even be able to wear better clothes." A person said slightly.
The older man rummaged through the rubble for stones that could be used to make seals, and then said in a sighing tone.
Everyone responded to his words.
"Let me tell you... when our lives are better, we still need to renovate the Dragon Girl Temple at the foot of the mountain. Although everyone says that the current gods... are evil, we feel that the Dragon Girl is definitely different."
Another person said.
Sima Changge calmed down.
The waves that were stirred up quietly subsided.
The people around him cheered loudly.
Many people even expressed their willingness to contribute some money to expand the Dragon Girl Temple, erect a golden statue for the Dragon Girl, and make it more magnificent.
The temple is the foundation of the Kingdom of God.
For the gods, there should be no difference whether the temple is big or gorgeous.
However, all mortals are mortal to the naked eye.
If you don't paste it with gold foil or inlay it with jade, he will instead look down on you and regard you as a third-rate god, not worth mentioning.
On the contrary, if your temple is exaggerated and exaggerated, he will be intimidated by you and kneel down devoutly, begging for mercy.
Sima Changge quietly left.
I don't know why, but the sadness is still there in my heart, but I feel a little more emotional for no reason.
Su Jin was standing in the Dragon Girl Temple according to Lin Xi's instructions.
As the soul-beating stick was struck one after another.
The fragmented and scattered Kingdom of God in the Dragon Girl Temple was gathered together into Linxi's huge and rigorous Kingdom of the Underworld.
"Although the temple is in ruins, surprisingly there are still many believers... It seems that this dragon girl is not destined to die." Lin Xi also felt a little surprised at this time.
If you can get an original product, who would be willing to cheat?
Stuff the kneaded soul into the River Styx and let her continue to float.
Lin Xi began to integrate Dragon Girl's divine kingdom and stuffed its core into the Eight Hundred Miles of Underworld.
For eight hundred miles, the Yellow Spring is long, the quicksand is flying, and a storm is brewing.
During the storm, a turbid river began to flow amid the dancing yellow sand.
And on the bank of the river, a building bridge suddenly appeared.
"Dragon Girl, who sells water, has accumulated good deeds. Heaven is unfair, and the earth is aware of it. Now I have called you to confer the title of Dragon Girl of Huangquan, and use the water of Huangquan to wash away the past." Lin Xi's voice sang throughout the underworld.
Just after these words fell, driven by strict rules, a woman wearing a red robe, holding a ladle, with an extraordinary appearance, two horns on her head, but a confused look appeared on the bridge.
After learning the 'true meaning' of certain names, although Lin Xi was copying the configuration of the underworld, he did not dare to copy the names of the characters in the underworld.
Simply put, this is not a big deal.
When no one knows what is genuine, the copycat... also becomes genuine.
"who I am?"
"where am I?"
"Am I still alive?" This was the first concept that appeared in the mind of the former Dragon Girl who sold water, and now the Dragon Girl of Underworld after she woke up.
Immediately afterwards, a huge torrent of information poured into her originally empty consciousness.
About the past life, about this life, about Sima Changge, about Mi Haoyi, but also about her current responsibilities, duties... and the objects to which she must be loyal and surrender.
"Ji Jun, the Dragon Girl of Huang Quan, pays homage to the Lord!" The Dragon Girl of Huang Quan bowed her head in the direction of Lin Xi.
Lin Xi said: "I will give you an hour to meet the person you want to see. After an hour, there will no longer be a Dragon Girl selling water, only a Dragon Girl from the underworld."
After saying that, Lin Xi said nothing more.
However, the Dragon Girl of the Underworld thanked her deeply and then disappeared into the Underworld.
At the foot of Jade Mountain, the waves are rolling.
Sima Changge couldn't help but take out the Changxiao and played the tune of the past.
The scenery I saw were all memories, and the only thing missing was the most crucial figure.
Halfway through the whistle, a light singing voice suddenly came in.
The singing is not obtrusive, but just right.
Sima Changge was stunned, his eyes were excited, his eyes were red, and he was whimpering, but he did not stop.
Songs and whistles are constantly lingering, expressing their sincere feelings to each other.
Across rivers, mountains, rivers, yin and yang, time... two souls in love looked at each other for a moment that seemed like thousands of years ago.
Sima Changge's tears finally rolled down from his eyes uncontrollably, but the smile on his face kept getting bigger.
The dragon girl walks on the waves, stepping on the water waves.
Dressed in red, she is charming and dignified.
"When you cry... you're so ugly!"
"I really can't figure out why I fall in love with you."
"It's really...I have lived in vain for so many years!" With Lin Xi's help, she reshaped her soul and found its roots. At this time, Long Nu had already understood her true nature.
She is not only the original Dragon Girl, but also the later Ji Jun Weaver Girl. She is also the second generation of the Dragon Girl who was revived by Sima Changge.
It has always been her, and it has always been only her.
The magic of creation seems to have a pair of invisible hands weaving everything behind the scenes.