Chapter 2638
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West dollar City, a restaurant.
Gu Huang sits quietly in a secluded corner, with a jar of old wine, three plates of spiritual fruits and a plate of animal meat. He drinks alone, sometimes frowning and sometimes stretching.
More than a month has passed since the time fault came out, and he has officially stepped into the myth of the great Luo, Tiandao, bamboo slips, big black bricks, system and chaos goddess, all of which are in a deep sleep
"Boom!"
A loud noise came from the inner city, as if the earth was shaking, more like the outbreak of a magnitude 12 earthquake, and countless air waves were vented.
The momentum is amazing. It is suspected that there are high-level strong men fighting in the city.
But in this city, any one caught is king, sage and strong. Such a fluctuation is naturally ineffective for people.
Moreover, anyone who can open a shop here has no means of defense.
The soft light of defense on the first floor of the restaurant filled the air, and the impact of this huge movement was eliminated.
"Oh! It's starting again. Don't panic."
"This is an array master of Confucianism. He wants to restore the transmission array here."
"Just get used to it, just get used to it."
This noise also attracted the attention of many people. When the shopkeeper came out to explain, the storm subsided invisibly.
"Restore the transmission array. Shopkeeper, this Confucian master is a thousand dragons."
"It should be master Qianlong. The Confucian master has been entrenched here for a hundred years in order to restore the transmission array here."
"But it cost countless efforts and costs. I don't know how many times I failed."
"Today's transmission array has become the obsession of master Qianlong. If you don't repair the transmission array, I'm afraid you won't leave in this life."
"Yes! This famous Confucian array master has exhausted his efforts, but this transmission array..."
"Who says it's not? The strong man of the holy yard where Master Qianlong is located personally handed down the decree. Who can help master Qianlong repair the transmission array and send a Shangqing order to Shangqing road."
"Countless masters have participated in this century, but no one can restore the transmission array here, or even repair it."
"It is said that this ancient transmission array contains a big secret and leads to an unknown area. It has been abandoned for many years."
The diners in the restaurant shouted one by one. They also praised the Confucian master, but they were more sorry.
Such a high-level array master has spent a hundred years of latent cultivation because of the broken transmission array of endless years.
Maybe we can go to a higher level. Now people are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, and even we almost have a heart demon.
No one knows what Qianlong is really for?
No one knows why he has such a deep obsession. For a hundred years, at first, the strong men of Confucianism and his friends came to persuade him.
But in recent ten years, almost no one has come. No matter how big the family is, it can't bear the toss of Qianlong.
Repairing a teleport array is more expensive than rebuilding a teleport array, because you don't know it's from that era, or even before the era.
Each major cultivation system civilization is essentially different. There is no lack of arrogant and strong people in this world, but several people can cross ancient and modern times, integrate with each other, and bring forth the new.
Hearing this, Gu Huang stood up silently and left several congenital spirit stones. His figure went straight out of the restaurant and went in the direction of the explosion.
Obsession?
For a transmission array, it can last a hundred years
In order to be a transmission array, be able to bear the eyes of the world and bear the ridicule and criticism of all people
Even at the expense of obsession and demons?
When I think about my previous life, I don't feel like this. I have been studying hard for decades for an array and a rune.
Lonely
Who knows? Without a hundred times more hard work than ordinary people, where did he become the first person on all sides later.
Whether it is the four major auxiliary occupations or various unorthodox miscellaneous studies, it is also involved.
No matter what the original intention of Qianlong is, with the persistence of forgetting to eat and sleep for a hundred years, it depends on this mind and perseverance.
Ancient wasteland is also admired from the bottom of his heart. Only such a person who has no distractions and devotes himself to latent cultivation can be qualified to be called a real master.
Martial uncle! Is that you
True source, have you still not given up looking for Aunt Zi?
Located in the northwest corner of the city, it is almost an open area with a radius of more than 20 miles. Everything is empty in all directions, and the ground is in a mess. It is almost completely turned over from the underground.
In the open central area, a broken altar with a radius of more than 20 meters appeared, with a broken and rotten bronze column on each side.
It is engraved with countless ancient impressions, including the patterns of Canglong, rosefinch, white tiger and Xuanwu.
The broken sacrificial platform is a Bagua platform with Taiji yin-yang fish and the array pattern of five elements.
The broken eight trigrams platform is badly damaged. The seals in some places have disappeared, showing a desolate and ancient atmosphere from beginning to end.
Judging from the surrounding traces, the transmission array in this aspect is extremely old and does not belong to this era or even this era
Right next to the gossip platform, there is a figure dressed in a broken Confucian robe, with sparse white hair, an old face, full of wind and frost traces of years, a thin figure and a bent body.
All this shows that the old man is in his twilight years and his life is running out of time.
Especially the turbid eyes of the old town. At this time, there are two lines of old tears faintly hanging. They are lonely, withered and desperate, and a trace of reluctance from the depths of the soul
"A hundred years... A hundred years... Countless days and nights..."
"Why?"
"Why is it the last step..."
"Why? Heaven, what's wrong with me?"
"What's wrong with me..."
"Failed, failed... Hundred years of hard work... Once failed..."
"Heaven, why don't you accept me? Why?"
"I am unwilling! Unwilling!"
Qianlong looked up at the sky and made a deep hissing sound. His blood gushed out like a wild beast in a desperate situation. After struggling for endless years, he finally chose to give up
With a slight sigh, Gu Huang slowly walked to Qianlong and looked at the broken gossip platform in front of him
Just at a glance, the ancient wasteland can see the origin of the transmission array in front of us. This is a transmission array arranged by means before the three ancient eras. It also has at least one era, or even two eras
And this is a one-way transmission array whose destination leads to an unknown area
It's a little troublesome to repair, but it's just troublesome for guhuang. Give him enough materials to build another one in an instant.
However, there is one biggest limitation of this transmission array. At least the emperor of the seventh heaven can barely withstand the tearing force of the transmission array.
And one end of the channel is quite unstable, with a 99% chance of being involved in the dimensional vortex.
"Elder, can you tell me why you spent so much effort and cost?"
"Knowing that it will not succeed, you have to try again and again. Do you want to restore the transmission array?"
"You can see that this transmission array is not of this era or even of this era, and its means of arrangement come from a more distant era."
"In today's system, it is absolutely impossible to repair, and even if it is repaired, it is only a one-way transmission array."
"And there will be a 99% chance of being involved in the dimensional vortex. If you are lucky, you can fall into a world. If you are not lucky, you will lose all your bones."
"Elder, I'm curious. If you tell me the truth, maybe I can help you."
Gu Huang sat on the stone steps of the Bagua array and easily made two jars of wine from the space bracelet. One jar was directly sent to Qianlong. It was quiet waiting for his reply.
Martial uncle, at least the true source Qianlong doesn't know himself now
Qianlong remained unmoved and was still immersed in sadness and despair. It seemed that everything outside was difficult for him to have any feelings.
After a hundred years, I failed countless times, but I still didn't give up.
But this time of giving up, let me really feel despair.
Although still unwilling, it is destined to admit its fate.
A promise, but it is only an illusory promise after all.
"Very desperate, very unwilling, very remorseful, very regretful?"
"Buddhism stresses fate, Confucianism stresses mind..."
"Senior, you have persisted for a hundred years and have failed countless times. Do you care more about this failure?"
"Fate is unfair and heaven is ruthless. That's exactly what happened."
"But if you give up even yourself, who do you expect?"
"I don't know what's on the other end of the transmission array? But it must be very important to me."
"If you admit defeat, death is not terrible. What's terrible is that you can't recover."
"Besides, there may not be a dead end in front of you..."
When the words fell, Gu Huang sighed slightly, unsealed the seal of the mouth of the wine jar, and looked up and took a big gulp.
On the open field with a radius of 20 miles, the broken gossip platform has only the sound of the wind and the melancholy sound of wine entering the throat
Dead silence, open and green!
Qianlong knelt in front of the gossip stage and still didn't speak, but he grabbed the ancient barren wine jar, opened the seal and poured it with his head up.
A full ten jin of wine is almost consumed in one mouthful.
"Young man, would you like to hear me tell a story?"
Qianlong raised his head and looked up at the sky. His eyes were full of confusion and missing, and his face showed reluctance and regret.
"Senior, I like listening to stories best."
"Enough wine. I'd like to be a listener."
Then Gu Huang took out ten jars of wine, lined up on the ground in turn, and quietly looked at the Qianlong in front of him.
"That was 17000 years ago..."
"At that time, I was only a weak crown year. I was not a disciple of Confucianism, just a disciple of a small family in the middle of the world."
"Oh! I had only one wish at that time, to travel around the world, read the books of sages, and be a hermit with idle clouds and wild cranes."
"But until I was twenty-four..."
"Everything has changed..."
"Without her, the fate of the poor road would be as mediocre as most people. A hundred years later, there would be a pile of loess..."
When Qianlong said this, he sighed again, clapped the seal on the wine jar and poured a few mouthfuls of wine again.
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West dollar City, a restaurant.
Gu Huang sits quietly in a secluded corner, with a jar of old wine, three plates of spiritual fruits and a plate of animal meat. He drinks alone, sometimes frowning and sometimes stretching.
More than a month has passed since the time fault came out, and he has officially stepped into the myth of the great Luo, Tiandao, bamboo slips, big black bricks, system and chaos goddess, all of which are in a deep sleep
"Boom!"
A loud noise came from the inner city, as if the earth was shaking, more like the outbreak of a magnitude 12 earthquake, and countless air waves were vented.
The momentum is amazing. It is suspected that there are high-level strong men fighting in the city.
But in this city, any one caught is king, sage and strong. Such a fluctuation is naturally ineffective for people.
Moreover, anyone who can open a shop here has no means of defense.
The soft light of defense on the first floor of the restaurant filled the air, and the impact of this huge movement was eliminated.
"Oh! It's starting again. Don't panic."
"This is an array master of Confucianism. He wants to restore the transmission array here."
"Just get used to it, just get used to it."
This noise also attracted the attention of many people. When the shopkeeper came out to explain, the storm subsided invisibly.
"Restore the transmission array. Shopkeeper, this Confucian master is a thousand dragons."
"It should be master Qianlong. The Confucian master has been entrenched here for a hundred years in order to restore the transmission array here."
"But it cost countless efforts and costs. I don't know how many times I failed."
"Today's transmission array has become the obsession of master Qianlong. If you don't repair the transmission array, I'm afraid you won't leave in this life."
"Yes! This famous Confucian array master has exhausted his efforts, but this transmission array..."
"Who says it's not? The strong man of the holy yard where Master Qianlong is located personally handed down the decree. Who can help master Qianlong repair the transmission array and send a Shangqing order to Shangqing road."
"Countless masters have participated in this century, but no one can restore the transmission array here, or even repair it."
"It is said that this ancient transmission array contains a big secret and leads to an unknown area. It has been abandoned for many years."
The diners in the restaurant shouted one by one. They also praised the Confucian master, but they were more sorry.
Such a high-level array master has spent a hundred years of latent cultivation because of the broken transmission array of endless years.
Maybe we can go to a higher level. Now people are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, and even we almost have a heart demon.
No one knows what Qianlong is really for?
No one knows why he has such a deep obsession. For a hundred years, at first, the strong men of Confucianism and his friends came to persuade him.
But in recent ten years, almost no one has come. No matter how big the family is, it can't bear the toss of Qianlong.
Repairing a teleport array is more expensive than rebuilding a teleport array, because you don't know it's from that era, or even before the era.
Each major cultivation system civilization is essentially different. There is no lack of arrogant and strong people in this world, but several people can cross ancient and modern times, integrate with each other, and bring forth the new.
Hearing this, Gu Huang stood up silently and left several congenital spirit stones. His figure went straight out of the restaurant and went in the direction of the explosion.
Obsession?
For a transmission array, it can last a hundred years
In order to be a transmission array, be able to bear the eyes of the world and bear the ridicule and criticism of all people
Even at the expense of obsession and demons?
When I think about my previous life, I don't feel like this. I have been studying hard for decades for an array and a rune.
Lonely
Who knows? Without a hundred times more hard work than ordinary people, where did he become the first person on all sides later.
Whether it is the four major auxiliary occupations or various unorthodox miscellaneous studies, it is also involved.
No matter what the original intention of Qianlong is, with the persistence of forgetting to eat and sleep for a hundred years, it depends on this mind and perseverance.
Ancient wasteland is also admired from the bottom of his heart. Only such a person who has no distractions and devotes himself to latent cultivation can be qualified to be called a real master.
Martial uncle! Is that you
True source, have you still not given up looking for Aunt Zi?
Located in the northwest corner of the city, it is almost an open area with a radius of more than 20 miles. Everything is empty in all directions, and the ground is in a mess. It is almost completely turned over from the underground.
In the open central area, a broken altar with a radius of more than 20 meters appeared, with a broken and rotten bronze column on each side.
It is engraved with countless ancient impressions, including the patterns of Canglong, rosefinch, white tiger and Xuanwu.
The broken sacrificial platform is a Bagua platform with Taiji yin-yang fish and the array pattern of five elements.
The broken eight trigrams platform is badly damaged. The seals in some places have disappeared, showing a desolate and ancient atmosphere from beginning to end.
Judging from the surrounding traces, the transmission array in this aspect is extremely old and does not belong to this era or even this era
Right next to the gossip platform, there is a figure dressed in a broken Confucian robe, with sparse white hair, an old face, full of wind and frost traces of years, a thin figure and a bent body.
All this shows that the old man is in his twilight years and his life is running out of time.
Especially the turbid eyes of the old town. At this time, there are two lines of old tears faintly hanging. They are lonely, withered and desperate, and a trace of reluctance from the depths of the soul
"A hundred years... A hundred years... Countless days and nights..."
"Why?"
"Why is it the last step..."
"Why? Heaven, what's wrong with me?"
"What's wrong with me..."
"Failed, failed... Hundred years of hard work... Once failed..."
"Heaven, why don't you accept me? Why?"
"I am unwilling! Unwilling!"
Qianlong looked up at the sky and made a deep hissing sound. His blood gushed out like a wild beast in a desperate situation. After struggling for endless years, he finally chose to give up
With a slight sigh, Gu Huang slowly walked to Qianlong and looked at the broken gossip platform in front of him
Just at a glance, the ancient wasteland can see the origin of the transmission array in front of us. This is a transmission array arranged by means before the three ancient eras. It also has at least one era, or even two eras
And this is a one-way transmission array whose destination leads to an unknown area
It's a little troublesome to repair, but it's just troublesome for guhuang. Give him enough materials to build another one in an instant.
However, there is one biggest limitation of this transmission array. At least the emperor of the seventh heaven can barely withstand the tearing force of the transmission array.
And one end of the channel is quite unstable, with a 99% chance of being involved in the dimensional vortex.
"Elder, can you tell me why you spent so much effort and cost?"
"Knowing that it will not succeed, you have to try again and again. Do you want to restore the transmission array?"
"You can see that this transmission array is not of this era or even of this era, and its means of arrangement come from a more distant era."
"In today's system, it is absolutely impossible to repair, and even if it is repaired, it is only a one-way transmission array."
"And there will be a 99% chance of being involved in the dimensional vortex. If you are lucky, you can fall into a world. If you are not lucky, you will lose all your bones."
"Elder, I'm curious. If you tell me the truth, maybe I can help you."
Gu Huang sat on the stone steps of the Bagua array and easily made two jars of wine from the space bracelet. One jar was directly sent to Qianlong. It was quiet waiting for his reply.
Martial uncle, at least the true source Qianlong doesn't know himself now
Qianlong remained unmoved and was still immersed in sadness and despair. It seemed that everything outside was difficult for him to have any feelings.
After a hundred years, I failed countless times, but I still didn't give up.
But this time of giving up, let me really feel despair.
Although still unwilling, it is destined to admit its fate.
A promise, but it is only an illusory promise after all.
"Very desperate, very unwilling, very remorseful, very regretful?"
"Buddhism stresses fate, Confucianism stresses mind..."
"Senior, you have persisted for a hundred years and have failed countless times. Do you care more about this failure?"
"Fate is unfair and heaven is ruthless. That's exactly what happened."
"But if you give up even yourself, who do you expect?"
"I don't know what's on the other end of the transmission array? But it must be very important to me."
"If you admit defeat, death is not terrible. What's terrible is that you can't recover."
"Besides, there may not be a dead end in front of you..."
When the words fell, Gu Huang sighed slightly, unsealed the seal of the mouth of the wine jar, and looked up and took a big gulp.
On the open field with a radius of 20 miles, the broken gossip platform has only the sound of the wind and the melancholy sound of wine entering the throat
Dead silence, open and green!
Qianlong knelt in front of the gossip stage and still didn't speak, but he grabbed the ancient barren wine jar, opened the seal and poured it with his head up.
A full ten jin of wine is almost consumed in one mouthful.
"Young man, would you like to hear me tell a story?"
Qianlong raised his head and looked up at the sky. His eyes were full of confusion and missing, and his face showed reluctance and regret.
"Senior, I like listening to stories best."
"Enough wine. I'd like to be a listener."
Then Gu Huang took out ten jars of wine, lined up on the ground in turn, and quietly looked at the Qianlong in front of him.
"That was 17000 years ago..."
"At that time, I was only a weak crown year. I was not a disciple of Confucianism, just a disciple of a small family in the middle of the world."
"Oh! I had only one wish at that time, to travel around the world, read the books of sages, and be a hermit with idle clouds and wild cranes."
"But until I was twenty-four..."
"Everything has changed..."
"Without her, the fate of the poor road would be as mediocre as most people. A hundred years later, there would be a pile of loess..."
When Qianlong said this, he sighed again, clapped the seal on the wine jar and poured a few mouthfuls of wine again.
West dollar City, a restaurant.Gu Huang sits quietly in a secluded corner, with a jar of old wine, three plates of spiritual fruits and a plate of animal meat. He drinks alone, sometimes frowning and sometimes stretching.More than a month has passed since the time fault came out, and he has officially stepped into the myth of the great Luo, Tiandao, bamboo slips, big black bricks, system and chaos goddess, all of which are in a deep sleep"Boom!"A loud noise came from the inner city, as if the earth was shaking, more like the outbreak of a magnitude 12 earthquake, and countless air waves were vented.The momentum is amazing. It is suspected that there are high-level strong men fighting in the city.But in this city, any one caught is king, sage and strong. Such a fluctuation is naturally ineffective for people.Moreover, anyone who can open a shop here has no means of defense.The soft light of defense on the first floor of the restaurant filled the air, and the impact of this huge movement was eliminated."Oh! It's starting again. Don't panic.""This is an array master of Confucianism. He wants to restore the transmission array here.""Just get used to it, just get used to it."This noise also attracted the attention of many people. When the shopkeeper came out to explain, the storm subsided invisibly."Restore the transmission array. Shopkeeper, this Confucian master is a thousand dragons.""It should be master Qianlong. The Confucian master has been entrenched here for a hundred years in order to restore the transmission array here.""But it cost countless efforts and costs. I don't know how many times I failed.""Today's transmission array has become the obsession of master Qianlong. If you don't repair the transmission array, I'm afraid you won't leave in this life.""Yes! This famous Confucian array master has exhausted his efforts, but this transmission array...""Who says it's not? The strong man of the holy yard where Master Qianlong is located personally handed down the decree. Who can help master Qianlong repair the transmission array and send a Shangqing order to Shangqing road.""Countless masters have participated in this century, but no one can restore the transmission array here, or even repair it.""It is said that this ancient transmission array contains a big secret and leads to an unknown area. It has been abandoned for many years."The diners in the restaurant shouted one by one. They also praised the Confucian master, but they were more sorry.Such a high-level array master has spent a hundred years of latent cultivation because of the broken transmission array of endless years.Maybe we can go to a higher level. Now people are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, and even we almost have a heart demon.No one knows what Qianlong is really for?No one knows why he has such a deep obsession. For a hundred years, at first, the strong men of Confucianism and his friends came to persuade him.But in recent ten years, almost no one has come. No matter how big the family is, it can't bear the toss of Qianlong.Repairing a teleport array is more expensive than rebuilding a teleport array, because you don't know it's from that era, or even before the era.Each major cultivation system civilization is essentially different. There is no lack of arrogant and strong people in this world, but several people can cross ancient and modern times, integrate with each other, and bring forth the new.Hearing this, Gu Huang stood up silently and left several congenital spirit stones. His figure went straight out of the restaurant and went in the direction of the explosion.Obsession?For a transmission array, it can last a hundred yearsIn order to be a transmission array, be able to bear the eyes of the world and bear the ridicule and criticism of all peopleEven at the expense of obsession and demons?When I think about my previous life, I don't feel like this. I have been studying hard for decades for an array and a rune.LonelyWho knows? Without a hundred times more hard work than ordinary people, where did he become the first person on all sides later.Whether it is the four major auxiliary occupations or various unorthodox miscellaneous studies, it is also involved.No matter what the original intention of Qianlong is, with the persistence of forgetting to eat and sleep for a hundred years, it depends on this mind and perseverance.Ancient wasteland is also admired from the bottom of his heart. Only such a person who has no distractions and devotes himself to latent cultivation can be qualified to be called a real master.Martial uncle! Is that youTrue source, have you still not given up looking for Aunt Zi?Located in the northwest corner of the city, it is almost an open area with a radius of more than 20 miles. Everything is empty in all directions, and the ground is in a mess. It is almost completely turned over from the underground.In the open central area, a broken altar with a radius of more than 20 meters appeared, with a broken and rotten bronze column on each side.It is engraved with countless ancient impressions, including the patterns of Canglong, rosefinch, white tiger and Xuanwu.The broken sacrificial platform is a Bagua platform with Taiji yin-yang fish and the array pattern of five elements.The broken eight trigrams platform is badly damaged. The seals in some places have disappeared, showing a desolate and ancient atmosphere from beginning to end.Judging from the surrounding traces, the transmission array in this aspect is extremely old and does not belong to this era or even this eraRight next to the gossip platform, there is a figure dressed in a broken Confucian robe, with sparse white hair, an old face, full of wind and frost traces of years, a thin figure and a bent body.All this shows that the old man is in his twilight years and his life is running out of time.Especially the turbid eyes of the old town. At this time, there are two lines of old tears faintly hanging. They are lonely, withered and desperate, and a trace of reluctance from the depths of the soul"A hundred years... A hundred years... Countless days and nights...""Why?""Why is it the last step...""Why? Heaven, what's wrong with me?""What's wrong with me...""Failed, failed... Hundred years of hard work... Once failed...""Heaven, why don't you accept me? Why?""I am unwilling! Unwilling!"Qianlong looked up at the sky and made a deep hissing sound. His blood gushed out like a wild beast in a desperate situation. After struggling for endless years, he finally chose to give upWith a slight sigh, Gu Huang slowly walked to Qianlong and looked at the broken gossip platform in front of himJust at a glance, the ancient wasteland can see the origin of the transmission array in front of us. This is a transmission array arranged by means before the three ancient eras. It also has at least one era, or even two erasAnd this is a one-way transmission array whose destination leads to an unknown areaIt's a little troublesome to repair, but it's just troublesome for guhuang. Give him enough materials to build another one in an instant.However, there is one biggest limitation of this transmission array. At least the emperor of the seventh heaven can barely withstand the tearing force of the transmission array.And one end of the channel is quite unstable, with a 99% chance of being involved in the dimensional vortex."Elder, can you tell me why you spent so much effort and cost?""Knowing that it will not succeed, you have to try again and again. Do you want to restore the transmission array?""You can see that this transmission array is not of this era or even of this era, and its means of arrangement come from a more distant era.""In today's system, it is absolutely impossible to repair, and even if it is repaired, it is only a one-way transmission array.""And there will be a 99% chance of being involved in the dimensional vortex. If you are lucky, you can fall into a world. If you are not lucky, you will lose all your bones.""Elder, I'm curious. If you tell me the truth, maybe I can help you."Gu Huang sat on the stone steps of the Bagua array and easily made two jars of wine from the space bracelet. One jar was directly sent to Qianlong. It was quiet waiting for his reply.Martial uncle, at least the true source Qianlong doesn't know himself nowQianlong remained unmoved and was still immersed in sadness and despair. It seemed that everything outside was difficult for him to have any feelings.After a hundred years, I failed countless times, but I still didn't give up.But this time of giving up, let me really feel despair.Although still unwilling, it is destined to admit its fate.A promise, but it is only an illusory promise after all."Very desperate, very unwilling, very remorseful, very regretful?""Buddhism stresses fate, Confucianism stresses mind...""Senior, you have persisted for a hundred years and have failed countless times. Do you care more about this failure?""Fate is unfair and heaven is ruthless. That's exactly what happened.""But if you give up even yourself, who do you expect?""I don't know what's on the other end of the transmission array? But it must be very important to me.""If you admit defeat, death is not terrible. What's terrible is that you can't recover.""Besides, there may not be a dead end in front of you..."When the words fell, Gu Huang sighed slightly, unsealed the seal of the mouth of the wine jar, and looked up and took a big gulp.On the open field with a radius of 20 miles, the broken gossip platform has only the sound of the wind and the melancholy sound of wine entering the throatDead silence, open and green!Qianlong knelt in front of the gossip stage and still didn't speak, but he grabbed the ancient barren wine jar, opened the seal and poured it with his head up.A full ten jin of wine is almost consumed in one mouthful."Young man, would you like to hear me tell a story?"Qianlong raised his head and looked up at the sky. His eyes were full of confusion and missing, and his face showed reluctance and regret."Senior, I like listening to stories best.""Enough wine. I'd like to be a listener."Then Gu Huang took out ten jars of wine, lined up on the ground in turn, and quietly looked at the Qianlong in front of him."That was 17000 years ago...""At that time, I was only a weak crown year. I was not a disciple of Confucianism, just a disciple of a small family in the middle of the world.""Oh! I had only one wish at that time, to travel around the world, read the books of sages, and be a hermit with idle clouds and wild cranes.""But until I was twenty-four...""Everything has changed...""Without her, the fate of the poor road would be as mediocre as most people. A hundred years later, there would be a pile of loess..."When Qianlong said this, he sighed again, clapped the seal on the wine jar and poured a few mouthfuls of wine again.
