Chapter 281 Heart Softness

"Brother Fang, are you really not planning to move? Such a big thing happened here, it's not safe to live here. Besides, it's too far from the city, and it's not convenient to live here."

Ji Kangle earnestly tried to persuade the familiar fisherman.

Two or three hours had passed since Wei Yuan came out of that cave.

Everyone brought the corpses up. These were very useful for the Special Operations Team to negotiate with the extraordinary forces. However, Xiang Hongbao regrettably discovered that there were no relics from the Holy See on the three quasi-angels.

This made him a little regretful.

He belonged to the Jingjiao (Nestorianism) which developed independently in Shenzhou. From the time of Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty to the present, it had long become a local religion, different from the one over there. Their full name was Daqin Jingjiao, and the treasured heirloom was the "Daqin Jingjiao Popular in China Stele."

This Daqin was certainly not the Shenzhou Daqin.

But Rome.

'Their people are all tall and upright, similar to the Chinese, so they are called Daqin.'

So, if he could bring back the sacred artifacts of the Holy See from the West to the Daqin Jingjiao, that would be good too.

Facing Ji Kangle's persuasion, Fang Feng just shook his head and said with a simple smile, "You say it's good outside, but I've been on this small island all my life, and I haven't been outside much. I don't know anyone, and I'm not familiar with anything. The outside world is too strange for me. It's better here."

"Oh right, I still have some dried fish that I made before, take it all, take it all."

The fisherman directly blocked Ji Kangle's words.

He turned around and went back to bring a pile of dried fish to Wei Yuan and the others, everyone had some. His craftsmanship was very good. When Wei Yuan was leaving, he made a simple meal for the drunken fisherman, wiped his hands, and said, "Brother Fang, if you want to repair your jade hairpin, contact me."

He pointed to the table and said with a smile, "I used the leftover vegetables to make some pickles."

"The fish head was fried, and the fish body was braised in soy sauce. It's easy to eat with rice, and it's good with pickles, not greasy. The fish bones can be used one last time to make a soup with some vegetables and dried shrimp. The taste should be good too."

"There's not much time, so I just made it casually. It's not good to drink on an empty stomach."

Wei Yuan smiled. He was very grateful to the other party for allowing him to study the art of jade hairpin making.

And the reason for the disappearance of these Holy See monks was probably that they bumped into Gonggong.

He only hoped that there were no quasi-angels in the divinity of the brewed wine...

The corner of his mouth twitched, feeling that the bowl of wine tasted a bit mixed.

Fang Feng was stunned, a smile appearing on his face, and said, "How can I be so embarrassed."

But when it came to wine, it was obvious that he wanted to have another drink with the meal. Ji Kangle was helpless and persuaded him again, but it was still no use. Only then did everyone leave. Fang Feng watched everyone leave, turned around, greeted his neighbors with a smile, and walked into the house, pouring himself a glass of wine.

He looked at the courtyard, his eyes quiet, gradually losing the simplicity of before.

All that remained was the tranquility like a boulder and reef.

As dusk approached, a person appeared in front of him, tall and burly, sitting down casually, and said:

"You didn't even kill them."

Fang Feng, who had been acting normal, said, "Why should I kill them?"

The person said, "Even those people from the Holy See before, you didn't let them go, you just killed them quickly and happily."

"I thought your desire to kill had risen."

Fang Feng's voice was calm, "Those monks said they wanted to find out the extent of the recovery of divinity in Shenzhou. If possible, they would bring some divinity back to the church for research at all costs."

"As subordinates of the venerable god, it is our duty to protect Shenzhou."

"No matter how much we fight with Zhuanxu and King Yu, we are still fighting for Kyushu."

"How can we allow small gods from foreign lands to covet the divinity and land here."

The person stared at him and sighed, "You are still influenced by Qi Jiguang and Tang Shunzhi."

"You spent some time with them."

Fang Feng remained noncommittal.

The person paused, and sneered, "Forget it, I won't talk to you about this. Of course, those foreign small gods who dare to covet Shenzhou must be诛杀 (*zhusha* - executed), but you were not decisive enough."

"And that person, he is Yu's subject. In the past, your ancestor, Fangfeng, was beheaded by Yu, and the jade-making skills of your people were also taught by Yu to his subjects. I thought you would definitely kill him when you met him."

"It would also save the venerable god from meeting him. Now you can't kill him even if you want to."

Fang Feng was silent for a moment, and said, "I originally wanted to attack him."

"After discovering that he knew the jade-making method of my Fangfeng lineage."

"But..."

He thought of what the young man said, thought of how he cherished the jade hairpin he had made, thought of how he said that ancient objects contained the emotions and experiences of the past, and for some reason, the killing intent slowly dissipated.

The person stared at the simple and dark-skinned fisherman, frustrated:

"Forget it, I won't argue with you. You've even turned into a human... Ever since you saved that human woman six hundred years ago, you've become less and less like yourself, turning into a human, working as a jade craftsman, going out to sea to fish when you have nothing to do. You could obviously just crook your fingers, and those fish would actively fall into your hands."

"Holding a bunch of not-so-good fish, and pretending to be happy with that woman, wanting to give her pearls, you have to make up such troublesome excuses, not too big, not too small. I saw that you were really happy with her back then."

"But what's the use?"

"That woman only walked with you for less than thirty years, and you yourself spent six hundred years to get out of it."

Seeing the displeasure in Fangfeng's eyes, the man stopped speaking, picked up a bottle of wine, and picked up two chopsticks of vegetables:

"Did that Wei Yuan make this dish?"

"Well, with such craftsmanship, it's a pity to kill him."

He exclaimed in admiration, picked up a plate of vegetables, and got up and said:

"The venerable god has fallen into a deep sleep again, so I can go out too. Fangfeng, you stay here. I heard that a Xiangliu has appeared in Dongying (Japan). I'll go take a look. If he has some talent, I'll give him a little guidance and capture him to be driven by the venerable god."

Fang Feng asked, "What if he has already lost Xiangliu's arrogance?"

The man hidden in the water vapor replied, "Then kill him."

When the voice fell, he had disappeared.

Fang Feng looked at the distant sky, took a sip of wine, reached into his arms, took out the jade hairpin, and placed it on the table next to him. It wasn't that he couldn't repair the jade hairpin, but he didn't dare. In this life, he had only carved jade for the venerable god. There were only two exceptions. The first time was to carve an arm for Tang Shunzhi, to respect Shenzhou.

The second time was for an ordinary woman, using the divine skill for offering sacrifices to the gods, to carve jade and draw eyebrows for the woman, but unfortunately, his hesitation and struggle, his decision to face his own emotions, this short process was already the woman's life. When this jade hairpin was sent out, her black hair had long been white.

I'm not going out, I don't know anyone outside, and I'm not familiar with anything, it's too strange.

Fang Feng looked at the distance, the sky gradually brightening, the sea surface like shaking fish scales.

He took a sip of wine and said to the jade hairpin:

"You said, am I also soft-hearted..."

………………………………

Wei Yuan and others took a boat ashore. After getting in the car, they only felt a headache - Gonggong's strength was too strong. Wei Yuan and Gonggong had no contact before this, but from the fact that he could directly collapse Buzhou Mountain, which supports the concept of heaven and earth, and make a hole in the sky, and that he could stir up the waters of the four seas, this kind of combat power completely surpassed ordinary gods, belonging to a mythological disaster.

And it was obvious that Gonggong's attitude was to hope that the *Shan Hai Jing* (Classic of Mountains and Seas) would return, and Kyushu would be completely governed by gods.

This was contrary to Shenzhou and his personal wishes.

As for stopping Gonggong by force...

Wei Yuan suspected that Gonggong's collision was at least comparable to a large asteroid impact, and from the collapse of Tiandu (Heavenly Capital), which required Zao Jiuyin to support the Netherworld, and the direct consequences required Nuwa to personally come forward, he had no idea what level of destruction this was.

The Chicxulub crater has a destructive power equivalent to two million Tsar bombs.

So the question is -

Gonggong, who collapsed the heavenly pillar of the Age of Gods, causing the sky to fall and the earth to crack.

After getting angry, how many Tsar bombs is a headbutt equivalent to?

Second question.

Could Wei, with his body strengthened by the meat of many ancient beasts,

Withstand a headbutt from Gonggong?

Thinking about it this way.

Wei Yuan felt a little numb.

His head was numb, really numb.

Yu, how did you win back then...

When are you coming back?

I can't handle this thing.

If you're not coming back, leave me the strategy.

Wuzhiqi sighed in his mind, "I have to say, Wei Yuan."

"You are really stubborn."

He learned a lot of new words and exclaimed:

"I've only seen Yu dare to talk to him like that."

"You are the second one."

"As expected of you, stubborn!"

Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his eye, dealt with Wuzhiqi, and then began to think seriously.

So,

He had to go to Qingqiu (Land of Green Hills).

Did Yu leave anything to strengthen the seal?

Gonggong, that was the source of two major disasters in the Age of Gods, the reason for the myths of Nuwa mending the sky, Zhuzhao (Torch Dragon) illuminating the sun and moon, and Yu the Great controlling the floods. His strength was terrifyingly strong. To be an enemy with him, Wei Yuan decided that it was better to strengthen the seal first. If possible, Gonggong, you should wash up and go to sleep.

I can have Wuzhiqi sing you a lullaby.

Although Wei Yuan felt that when he really had to face him, he would still draw his sword.

But it was still best to avoid disaster for now.

After pondering, Wei Yuan made a decision, packed up the dried fish, and decided to give some gifts to Nujiao (Young Woman).

Then he was slightly stunned, stretched out his hand and rummaged, and found a box under the dried fish.

Inside was a strong aura of true spirit.

Opening the box, inside was the pen that contained a strong true spirit.

………………

"This is..."

Wei Yuan was a little surprised, he didn't expect Fang Feng to leave that pen to him.

There was also a piece of paper inside, saying that anyway, this pen was useless to him, so it was better to give it to him, as a donation to the museum, at least it was better than getting moldy on a small island.

After pondering, Wei Yuan wrote a letter of thanks.

Then he chose to let Feng Siyu go back by herself, while he went to Qingqiu.

He had to ask clearly about Gonggong.

Those little foxes recognized this outsider.

They laughed and played all the way, leading him to Nujiao. Before Nujiao could speak, Wei Yuan honestly presented the gift and said first:

"I went to the seaside this time."

"It just so happened that I had something to do and wanted to return to Qingqiu, so I came to visit you, Witch Nujiao."

"I brought a gift by the way."

Nujiao's voice faltered, then she looked at Wei Yuan, who was sitting upright, with a smile, and said gently, "Don't be so nervous."

"It's as if I can eat you. Come, drink tea."

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the tea, and after exchanging a few pleasantries, Nujiao said, "Speaking of which, how have you been doing these days?"

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "It's okay, that is, I have to go to the Imperial Mausoleum later..."

"I see."

"Be careful about the Imperial Mausoleum."

Nujiao nodded, gave a few instructions, and then smiled, "But speaking of which, I have been cultivating my mind and qi, reciting poems and drinking tea these days, and I have gotten two good poems. If you have time, give me your opinion."

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know much about appreciating poetry, but he was familiar with Three Hundred Tang Poems, so he could always come up with a few that fit. He had already decided that no matter what the poems were, he would first make Nujiao happy, and said, "Since it's a poem that you, Witch Nujiao, came up with, it must be a good poem. I'm listening carefully."

Nujiao said with a hint of reserved smile:

"Then listen carefully."

"This poem is... Buddhism cultivates nirvana."

"Can you get immortality?"

"Is it a good poem?"

??!

The expression on Wei Yuan's face froze.

The little foxes outside the courtyard suddenly heard a few clanging noises inside, and curiously peeked over, seeing the guest's face flushed red, grinding his teeth, while the ancestor was smiling, with a satisfied face, as if she had secretly eaten the cake outside.

Wei Yuan only felt a bang in his head, and for a moment he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Especially Nujiao, this acquaintance who was truly immortal, prolonged her tone, her smile playful, made him so embarrassed that he wanted to run out of the door.

Seeing that she had teased him enough, Nujiao jokingly said, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Nujiao's voice was gentle, like those older sisters who could solve all problems. A little teasing was just collecting 'rewards'.

This kid's cultivation was not enough.

But no matter how long it had been, your older sister was still your older sister.

You little guy, you are still tender.

Nujiao's mood was a little better, she sniffed slightly, and smiled, "Did you drink before coming here?"

"Yes."

Wei Yuan picked up the tea and took a sip to rinse his mouth.

He answered in a muffled voice, "I went to the East Sea and saw Gonggong."

"I had a drink with him."

Nujiao's movements paused slightly, her smile froze.

Huh?