Tales of Herding Gods - Chapter 1820

The son of the son sent Qin Yu to leave, and then entered the obelisk forest, the forest of the monument, too easy to sit, behind the road tree fruit shines.

It’s too easy to get up and be polite.

“Daoyou, I have already discussed with the Seven Sons, and sent the Taoist friends and Kaitian to the Sixteenth Century.”

Too Shangdao said: “If the Taoist friends and the open-minded people still stay here, I am afraid that the seven sons will be mourned. He will kill the heavenly people and will make the Taoist reincarnation. Although the heavenly people are evil, they are also One possibility to save the future. It’s just that the danger of opening the heavens is too great, I fear he won’t let you go.”

Taiyidao: “Da Gongzi is in the midst of the murder of Tiandu in the middle of the year, and he is guilty, so he wants to compensate me and open the crowd?”

The son is too shook his head: “If the teacher did not kill the heavens, the people of the heavens would still become the people of the heavens, and they would not change. The open people of Tiandu City have the power to open up the heavens and the earth, without restraint, abuse this power. In comparison, the Mire Palace is more orderly and less harmful.”

“Fart!” In the block of the pointed stone, the faces of the open crowds emerged, and the words of the sons who screamed too much were unspeakable.

Those who open the sky, ridiculed the Miluo Palace, and deceived the people. If the time for the growth of Tianducheng, the ten masters of the Miluo Palace were killed by the Lord of Heaven, and the ten Mikhail were also leveled.

The masters of the Miyako Palace are smashing their strength, so they will kill the Lord of Heaven when they have not grown up.

The singer of the singer of the singer of the Miyazaki Palace did not have the capacity of the people. If they changed to be them, they must have solved the destruction and creation of the universe and created a perfect world.

They also ridiculed the incompetence of the master of the Miluo Palace, and they were so tired that they died and they should die.

The son is too upset.

It’s too easy to frown, and it’s helpless to these people. “How do you send us back to the 16th century?”

“I will turn the road and return the power to the universe.”

When I was just talking about it, the people of the heavens laughed and laughed. They said: “The son is too high, and the younger thief is the same as the old thief of the owner of the Miluo Palace. The heart is dead!”

Too continued to continue: “My road tree is also useless, so I intend to use your axe, cut my tree, make a ship, and put you on the ship to the 16th.”

The people in the sky were suppressed in the stone tablet, and they laughed and laughed: “Too much old thief, isn’t your road tree cheaper for us? If you have the ability, you will leave your fruit to us for a tooth festival!”

“With your ability, you can also trap us? When we get out of your boat, we will kill the 17th century and cure your dead skull!”

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Too said: “I made the boat and sent you to the 16th century, but before that, the seven sons must first go back to the past and become the seven sons, otherwise I will not send you back.”

Taiyi said: “You are afraid that he will go back and reincarnate, will you reincarnate and kill a carbine, killing all the people?”

Too Shangdao: “The seven sons have killed a lot of people in the past sixteen universes. His style makes it hard to rest assured that I have to watch him go back to the past and dare to rest assured.”

Too easy to nod: “Me too.”

The two sat down and waited quietly.

Qin Mu walked and walked. First, he went to the original site of the ancestral court. It has become a battlefield for the enlightened. The ancestral home of the ancestral dynasty has been riddled with the singular treasures of the sons. Destroyed, only the pass of the Dagongzi is too high.

The temple masters and enlightened people of the Miluo Palace turned to the defending and kept the patio, so that the blue yutian and the imaginary flower could not be broken.

Qin Mu looked at the battlefield from afar, and then drifted away. He walked in the stars and went to the four poles. The four poles of the universe have become more extensive, and all the ethnic groups have thrived here. The four poles have long made him feel. To strangers.

When he came to Nantian from Antarctica, he saw that the heavens here are like a small Yankang. Everything seems to be in perfect order. The gods are in charge of power, serving the people with power. Everyone is prosperous and provides to the gods. We have all kinds of supplies.

Qin Mu has walked through all the heavens, and there are not many people who know him in the heavens and the world.

The history of 3.5 billion years has made everything extremely strange.

He walked past the remains of the battlefield, stood in the ruins and remembered the heroes who died in the past history. He also searched for the tombs of the enemy, but unfortunately did not find them.

Time is too long, the world has forgotten him and forgot those who fought for the future.

They may not understand why people in the past fought, why they died, and do not understand those who have been throwing their heads in the era of the Five Robbery.

Even, they are not interested in understanding the history of the Five Robbery era.

Longhan, Chi Ming, Shanghuang, Kaihuang, Yankang, the struggle of generation after generation, so contaminated with dust, not many people go to the dust, read the dusty pages.

Qin Mu was full of enthusiasm and finally came to the Yuan Dynasty.

The Yuan Dynasty was thicker and heavier than when he left. The ancestral court no longer existed and became a heavy weapon. The Yuan Dynasty replaced the ancestral court and became the center of the heavens.

Yankang’s heavenly court was built here, and the body of Gongsun’s body was also lush. The little girl who used him as a tree to water was the symbol of the Yuan Dynasty.

As a mortal, Qin Mu walks in the city of the Yuan Dynasty, observes the people’s livelihood, and experiences the people’s livelihood.

The Yuan Dynasty became completely strange, and the economy of Bangji Shi became very different from when he left. The cultural customs also made him feel strange and incomprehensible, and the architectural style of the **** city made him think that Came to the exotic world.

People’s clothing, diet, language, and even runes have become different.

He is like an old antique dug out of an ancient tomb, and has nothing in common with the world.

Qin Mu is a little scared and confused. He wants to see if his own ideas are still there. He saw that God is for human use. He also saw that the way of saints lies in the daily use of the people. The idea is still there, but what makes him awkward is that no matter God. Still people, they are used to it.

They don’t understand the meaning of this normal state, and they don’t know how many **** battles there are, and how many people have paid the price for their lives.

After all, a million years of history is too short compared to the 3.5 billion years of peace.

Million years of history in the 3.5 billion years, perhaps just a page in a thick history book, this page can not fit the seven heavenly statues of the Longhan, can not let the Red Emperor Minghuang, can not afford to support The Moon Emperor and Ling Tianzun of the Emperor’s Era also couldn’t put up the more than a dozen top emperors who shouted out more than the sky.

There is no worry-free hometown in the book, and the four kings of Kaihuang and his four great masters can’t be put down, and the big ruins can’t be placed, and the ancestors can’t be placed.

Qin Mu in this history book may be just a short paragraph, not to mention the battle war that he can’t forget in his opinion, the unforgettable face.

The history books of the world cannot remember these.

The heroes buried in history, like the water in the sea, the gravel in the desert, no one remembers.

Even if the heroes of history return, no one knows.

He walked for a long time, passing through a city of gods. Some of the remains of the battlefield have been destroyed in time, turned into a **** city, turned into a high-rise building, and some are completely ridiculous, no one commemorates, only when he passes, Hang on it.

“Shepherd, is it you?”

When Qin Mu was remembered in the valley of the Maple Valley, he heard a vicissitude of life. He followed the sound and saw a **** tiger. He stunned and smiled and greeted the **** tiger.

That is the black tiger god, his brother.

The black tiger **** rushed, and the old man who turned into a white beard embraced him, cried and laughed, and suddenly screamed: “Master, your second disciple is back!”

There are several grasshoppers in the forests of the Maple Valley. The widowers and sages pushed the grass to open the door, still the decoration of the past, and never changed with the changes of the world.

He is also like an old-fashioned antique, and his ancient food is abandoned by the times.

Although his appearance is the same as in the past, like the mature dandelion, the hair is getting less and less.

Qin Mu strode forward and hugged some widowed saints.

The coward struggled to break free, and instead urged the rusted axe in the corner to slash and threaten him to loosen himself, but was pushed down by the black tiger god.

Qin Mu finally let go of him.

The two sat down at the stone table, and the widowed sage was black-faced. After the black tiger was busy, Zhang Luo opened, brewing tea and cooking, very diligent.

After a long time, the widowed saint said indifferently: “Is it back?”

“Yeah. Come back.” Qin Mu smiled.

“When is it going?” The widowed sage took the teacup and was indifferent.

“Go away now.” Qin Mudao.

The widower’s palm trembled, and the water in the cup almost sprang up. Indifferently said: “I’m just coming back?”

Qin Mu did not talk, looked around, I saw that it still maintained the architectural style of 3.5 billion years ago, shaking his head: “Why does the teacher live here? The teacher has great merits for Yankang, if you go to heaven, is it not? Better? And there are friends who are there, it’s very lively? Why is it so poor?”

The widowers drink tea, faintly said: “The Holy Name is unknown, my realm, you don’t understand.”

Qin Mu laughed happily. He could see that the cultivation of the widowed sage was still stuck in the realm of the gods and gods.

It is reasonable to say that the Yankang Reform has been created without knowing how many kinds of acquired ways. There are many talented people who have passed the test of these acquired ways to the extent of enlightenment.

If the widowed sage wants to learn, he can completely complement his 365 kinds of acquired ways, and cultivate every avenue to the top level.

But he did not learn.

“I don’t want to go to those places, it’s too busy, it’s too noisy.”

The widowed sage glanced at him and said, “My skill is not high. Is it useful to go there as a **** in the temple? I am a living person, not a statue of woodcarving clay? I am there, it is better to be here. Secluded and happy.”

Qin Mu reached out and tried to touch his dandelion-like head after the wind. He was glanced at the coward’s saint and quickly retracted his hand.

“My three disciples, except the boss, are doing better than me.”

The black tiger **** took the hat, this is the style of the new era. The widowed saint was not willing to wear a hat, but he was afraid that Qin Mu would touch his brain. He had to wear it first and said: “The people nowadays are more than us. I have an idea. I just don’t have a sense of urgency. I feel uncomfortable with them. They always feel that I am jealous and say that I am worried and that I am always worried about the dangers that I don’t have. I can’t stay with those young people.”

Qin Mu smiled and listened to him. He said that the young people of the new era are not, and there is some sadness in his heart: “The teacher’s mentality is probably really old…”

The widowed saint said a lot, and the meals on the stone table gradually became less. They put down the tableware, and the widowed saint suddenly said, “How long have you been going this time?”

Qin Mu smiled and said: “I don’t know. Maybe I will just come back when I step forward, or I will come back until the universe becomes a void. It is also possible that this will never come back.”

The widowed sage is silent.

Qin Mu is excited and laughs: “The teacher’s sense of urgency will be useful. The worry-free township is just a pool of stagnant water. Sooner or later, it will slowly die. There will be new dangers. Teachers should be out of the mountain and show their ambitions. They are not going to die. They just put the tomahawks and weapons in the peacetime and rust in the corner. People just choose to temporarily forget them. But when the war comes again, people will remember them again, and they They will also sharpen their tomahawks and weapons and go to the battlefield again.”

He stood up: “Teacher, you will be useful.”

The widowed saint stood up and looked at him and said, “When are you coming back?”

Qin Mu was silent for a moment and suddenly said: “Does the teacher still remember the chaotic space?”

The widowed sage thought for a moment and said, “The chaotic space that hangs in the world?”

Qin Mudao: “One day in the future, the chaotic space will bloom like fireworks, and that is the sign of my return.”

The widower did not retain him, and watched him go away. When his figure disappeared between the mountains of the Maple Valley, he regained his gaze and shouted: “Little black, come out and grind the axe!”

The black tiger **** rushed forward and said: “Master, is there really a war to happen? It has been peaceful for several billion years!”

The widower sage picked up the big axe, and the tiger and the tiger were born, and Shen Sheng said: “Be prepared! Grind the axe, let’s go find the old man!”

His voice is loud, and there is a quiet fight in the body burning, and there is blood in the boiling.

“When the tea is reincarnation, the smoke cloud is greasy with him every day, and you have to pull it out and stroll! There is also the emperor’s release, what is his reincarnation? Right, Tian Hao is going to the ancestral home? Look for it! ”

“Do you know where the cold pond went? There is the guy in the wilderness! Right, there are two fish in the cold pond…”

“Master, you forgot, the cold Tang Tianshi has died.” Black Tiger God cautiously.

The widowed saint is amazed: “Is he not reincarnation?”

Black Tiger Shinto: “Master, he was chased into chaos in the battle of heaven. You have been looking for him for many years. There is also the Green Emperor, and his old man has also gone. You have forgotten the dress that you built here, and went to the grave last year. You also asked who the grave was…”

The widowed sage was silent for a moment, and sighed: “Then don’t look for them…”

————The end of the month, the goddess remembered the book, and then asked for the monthly ticket~~~