Chapter 118 Casual

In the Zhenyao Museum, Wei Yuan was in the core forbidden area of Qingqiu Country, laughing wildly and engaging in a friendly exchange of blows with Chi You, a battle between war gods, fist to face.

Meanwhile, three thousand li north of Qingqiu, the God of Supporting Heavens, Chong, and the God of Years, Shi Yi, stood on a mountain, looking down at the prosperous human world below. Although the air and environment still made Shi Yi feel uncomfortable, he was learning to put aside his divine prejudices and trying to understand the world from the perspective of human beings.

"It's a very interesting era..."

After observing for a long time, the God of Years came to this conclusion.

"They can use lightning as a resource for human daily life."

"They possess 'abilities' of rapid movement, no less than the speed of the wind."

"They don't have to fetch water from the river; water appears in the houses where humans live."

"And they use the power of the sun to raise the temperature of the water."

"They use the power of ice to keep food fresh."

"They even begin to use knowledge to delve into the realms of time, the stars, and life."

"Even thousands of miles apart, they can communicate with each other."

"In the eyes of humans from thousands of years ago, today's human race could be considered gods. If the future that Yu and the others saw was like this, I can understand their desperate decisions."

After saying such blasphemous words in the Great Wilderness, Shi Yi paused, then added critically, "Unfortunately."

"The power of the individual has become weaker, which is not good."

"They can control lightning, yet they can be killed by lightning; they can move quickly, but this ability can also lead to death; they can learn about the world from home, yet they can be overwhelmed by the vast amount of information and become lost."

"If their individual abilities could master these things..."

"If they could not only use natural forces to facilitate their lives but also control those forces themselves..."

"Then it would be the future that the past human race envied so much, comparable to gods."

The God of Supporting Heavens remained noncommittal: "The beauty of gods is that they can live freely on wind and dew, traveling to the Northern Sea in the morning and the Cangming Sea in the evening. How can these humans compare? Shi Yi, you overestimate them."

Shi Yi said, "Do you know why it's 'living on wind and dew'?"

Chong was taken aback; he had never thought about this. He asked in surprise, "Why?"

Shi Yi calmly and rationally said, "Because wind and dew don't cost money."

"And traveling to the Northern Sea in the morning and the Cangming Sea in the evening means that they don't have to devote themselves to labor every day."

"They can easily travel around and enjoy the scenery without feeling tired."

"In other words, when humans praise gods, they are not so much praising the gods as they are hoping, since ancient times, to have food without working, not to be hungry, and to have nothing to do all day, to be idle people who can wander around without feeling tired. That's all they want."

"The so-called earthly immortals are actually idle people in the world."

On Dragon Tiger Mountain, an old Daoist priest who had lost eighteen consecutive matches in a row sneezed heavily.

Then, full of confidence, he started his nineteenth match.

The God of Supporting Heavens: "…………"

He seemed to see a rational and calm expression on Shi Yi's face.

Sometimes, he felt that he couldn't keep up with his colleague's train of thought. He instinctively felt that what he said was wrong and didn't conform to common sense, but upon careful consideration, it seemed that he had his own, seamless logic, and he couldn't say that he was wrong.

Chong changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, I wonder where the Twelve Yuanchen have gone."

Shi Yi nodded: "Indeed..."

He frowned slightly. After learning that the Twelve Yuanchen had secretly run to the human world and ambushed Yinglong Gengchen, he had doubts in his heart. He didn't know what the purpose was of such a provocative act in an era when Kunlun and the Great Wilderness were basically at peace.

Every action has its driving force and reason.

The Twelve Yuanchen alone would never have such great courage.

So, who was behind them?

Chang Xi? Xi He?

Or ancient emperors like Shu Hu?

Or the current Heavenly Emperor, Di Jun?

He had originally wanted to question the Twelve Yuanchen in person, but this time, he wasted time on catching that unkempt man, missing the opportunity. After the battle with Taotie, he reunited with Chong, only to find that the two of the Twelve Yuanchen who had come to the human world this time had also disappeared.

The God of Supporting Heavens smiled indifferently and said, "It's not a big deal anyway."

"Since the master of Kunlun and Yu's minister are going to have a battle, I plan to deal with Kunlun's affairs later. What do you plan to do during this time, Shi Yi?"

Shi Yi thought for a moment and said, "I am very interested in the current human world and will spend some time understanding their history, culture, and current life."

Chong smiled and said:

"Then good luck to you. I will go find the emperor chosen by the Xuanyuan Sword Soul."

Shi Yi was surprised: "You have already determined someone?"

Chong smiled slightly: "Since the Xuanyuan Sword was activated on Mount Tai, this person must be related to Mount Tai. I have checked human records these past few days and learned that there are only six emperors who performed the Fengshan ceremony on Mount Tai, which is actually a very small number compared to the emperors of previous dynasties."

"In that case, with a little investigation, the truth will come out."

"This information is public."

"Although the Xuanyuan Sword Soul has escaped, we can still find him by following this clue. If we strike before the Xuanyuan Sword Master awakens, we can destroy his spirit and soul, or directly control his spirit and soul, so that he gradually recovers and can be used by me."

"Just imagine, the human emperor wielding the Xuanyuan Sword, but fighting for my Great Wilderness."

"Perhaps one day, we might even see the Xuanyuan Sword and the Xingtian Axe in another fateful battle. I wonder if this time it will be the Xuanyuan Sword that kills the master of the Xingtian Axe, or the master of the Xingtian Axe who defies fate and kills the Xuanyuan Sword Master?"

"Just thinking about it makes me feel very happy, and I can't wait, hahahaha..."

The God of Supporting Heavens laughed loudly and said:

"Although there are only six people in total, it won't take too much effort to investigate them one by one."

"But I still prefer to strike with one blow and establish merit immediately, to save trouble."

Shi Yi said, "Oh? Who is that person..."

Chong's eyes were deep, and his tone was calm as he said, "Without a doubt."

"Among those six people, this person has the highest status!"

"His position is the most prominent!"

"His name and his prestige are also the most illustrious."

He paused and said decisively:

"It is Emperor Yuanxiao of Song, who received the mandate, examined the past, possessed divine achievements, promoted virtue, was civil and martial, and established sacred merit!" (Da Song Ying Fu Ji Gu Shen Gong Rang De Wen Ming Wu Ding Zhang Sheng Yuan Xiao Huang Di)

"Huh?!"

Shi Yi was stunned. This was different from the person he had speculated. He subconsciously said:

"Why?"

Chong, who had only come to the human world recently, replied based on his understanding and knowledge:

"Emperors take pride in their posthumous titles."

"This person has the longest and highest posthumous title."

"It must be him!"

Shi Yi pondered.

He himself had judged that it was the First Emperor based on the information he had collected, but according to this logic...

The historical records say that he was tyrannical, unkind, and his dynasty fell after two generations. In addition, his title did not have those gorgeous levels that even gods found outrageous, but only the simple and unadorned three characters of First Emperor, which did seem to be relatively inferior.

Even if you put aside the emperor and only look at the one-character title...

Shi! (First)

It was too simple and unadorned.

In comparison, Da Song Ying Fu Ji Gu Shen Gong Rang De Wen Ming Wu Ding Zhang Sheng Yuan Xiao Huang Di (Emperor Yuanxiao of Song, who received the mandate, examined the past, possessed divine achievements, promoted virtue, was civil and martial, and established sacred merit).

Seemed much more powerful.

Out of trust in the realistic school of records of the classical Divine Continent lineage...

Out of recognition and habit of the style of those human historians in the past...

Shi Yi nodded: "You're right."

……………………

One day later.

Human World, a certain city.

Bai Ze squatted at the entrance of an internet cafe, looking dazed.

How did it disappear?

Where did the time go?

I only played for a while, how did my internet fee run out again?

Bai Ze was dominating the world in Civilization, building new wonders, but found that his internet fee was gone again. The money he had managed to get was also gone. He did have some gold nuggets and gems that Shi Yi had kindly given him, but Bai Ze's good-for-nothing nature prevented him from throwing out the gold.

This could let him live well in the human world for a long time!

How could he hand it over?!

So, Bai Ze was successfully kicked out.

It was now a winter morning, and Bai Ze was squatting on the curb, so cold that he wished he could transform directly into his true form and bring out all that soft, fluffy fur, but there was too much dust on the ground, and he was too lazy to clean his fur, so he preferred to freeze.

He just watched the sun rise from the east.

The morning gradually became lively. First, he faintly heard the chirping of sparrows, and then the eastern sky lit up with a cold blue hue. Slowly, food stalls began to appear, and vegetable vendors also set up their stalls.

"Fresh cabbage, cabbage, cabbage and pork stew with vermicelli!"

"Soy milk and fried dough sticks, steamed buns!"

"Hulatang, hulatang!"

Bai Ze squatted on the curb, watching the people come and go, watching the young children, still sleepy, chatting with their friends on the way to school, watching the young people with energetic steps, some having time to eat breakfast, some getting up late, holding egg pancakes and walking quickly.

The owner, wearing a military coat and with a cigarette in his mouth, skillfully took out one steamed bun after another.

The elderly were going to the early market.

So lively.

Food from all directions, the smoke and fire of humanity.

Just like thousands of years ago, the people were different, but the feeling was the same.

It seemed that it had never changed.

Bai Ze stared blankly.

He thought of the early meetings of the Youxiong Clan. Every year, people from various tribes would come here to exchange their goods, prey, pottery, jade, dried meat. There were not many things, but under the leadership of that young man, the scattered human tribes finally began to merge, no longer just a certain tribe, but the human race.

To merge the scattered tribes in the earliest era required absolute personal charisma.

Ji Xuanyuan.

"Actually, Xuanyuan just means a carriage."

"Xuan is a car, and Yuan is just a straight piece of wood on a carriage or donkey cart."

"Ji just means the Ji River. Ji Xuanyuan is just a person who lives by the Ji River and makes wooden cars with wood..." The young man mumbled and scratched his head. "I wonder if people in the future will think that the name of the first leader is so embarrassing."

He once said with a smile, "They won't be ashamed of my name, will they?"

"I'm so sorry if they are."

No, they won't.

Bai Ze thought, because of your existence, these three characters have long transcended the mere words.

You are the first leader.

You are the starting point of the Yanhuang lineage.

You are the source of the convergence of cultural bloodlines.

In the white mist, Bai Ze saw those once young people leaning on each other, casually with their arms around each other's shoulders, young and lazy. No one knew that their future would eventually lead to an unfading legend. In the blurry picture, Ji Xuanyuan seemed to pause, turn his head to look at Bai Ze, and reach out his hand with a smile.

Feng Hou, Xuan Nu, Li Mu, Du Kang, Jin Yun, Chang Xian, Cang Jie...

Bai Ze subconsciously reached out his hand.

Then the picture dissipated.

Bai Ze's hand trembled, and a trace of pain appeared in his eyes.

We fought side by side.

We entrusted each other with life and death.

We eventually parted.

Xuanyuan, I miss you so much...

Suddenly, something seemed to be stuffed into his hand. Bai Ze returned to reality from his trance. An old man was handing him a steamed bun. The old man's hair was combed meticulously. Although he was old, he was still very energetic. He smiled and said:

"Did you encounter any trouble? No matter what, you still have to eat."

"Young man, don't be afraid, it will get better."

Bai Ze was stunned, silent for a moment, and unaccustomed to it, said, "Thank you..."

The old man motioned him to sit over.

Bai Ze restrained his pain and swallowed the steamed bun in large bites. He was stunned by the soft white dough and the filling made of minced meat and scallions. He swallowed it in large bites. The old man ordered him another bowl of hulatang, and then chatted with him with a smile. In the chat, Bai Ze learned that the old man was named Dong Yuefeng and seemed to be a history researcher.

Bai Ze was full and rarely felt comfortable.

But he suddenly noticed a magic seal between Dong Yuefeng's eyebrows, which seemed to make the old man forget his memory.

Bai Ze understood the feelings of all things and knew the principles of all things. Moreover, no matter how decadent he was, he at least knew how to repay kindness, so he said, "You look very tired. I have learned some massage skills. How about I give you a massage?"

Dong Yuefeng only thought that this young man was unwilling to eat for free and was a stubborn person who valued his self-esteem.

He agreed with a smile.

Bai Ze relaxed his spine for him, and then, when the old man was not paying attention, he pressed his thumb between Dong Yuefeng's eyebrows. He failed to open it the first time and was actually bounced away. Bai Ze was surprised, and then became truly serious.

Feng Hou Qimen, innate Bagua (Eight Trigrams).

Open for me!

The memory seal shattered.

Dong Yuefeng's pupils contracted, and he only felt a slight tingling between his eyebrows.

Then countless images swarmed in.

The sealed memory was reopened—

Armor, sharp weapons.

'Put on armor for the general!'

Along with the rustling of armor, the figure shrouded on the warhorse was majestic and ferocious.

The long spear was raised.

What he heard in his ears was a domineering and familiar voice, as if it came from history, with the yellowish traces of time, with the remaining dust from the historical palaces and the killing aura of the battlefield.

"Great Qin!"

"The wind rises!!!"

ps: Today's first update... The schedule is back! Four thousand words.

Professor Dong Yuefeng has appeared many times before and had his memory sealed by the First Emperor in the First Emperor chapter.