Chapter 23 The Past

"Cough, cough... I didn't expect the old man to be so temperamental when he was young."

The white-haired Daoist covered his chest, already far from Buzhou Mountain's boundary. Just now, he had calmly told the old man that he was destined for misfortune, intending to make a grand opening and then elaborate.

To be honest, this was the most likely successful outcome he had obtained after strenuous divination.

What he got was a big slap from the ancient Buzhou Mountain God.

Multiplied by 10086.

If not for Curator Wei's Buzhou Mountain cultivation itself being at least at the level of grasping the basics to mastering the art when discussing Dao with Houtu, and having developed his own style, changing from Old Buzhou's specialty in HP to a Heaven-Supporting Pillar, then directly using the sky to smash people as a specialized attack...

And having a great understanding of Old Buzhou's attacks...

He might have been stripped of his disguise on the spot.

Only by relying on Qiankun Sleeves and the reverse application of Fantianshu did he manage to withstand a few moves.

Even so, he almost vomited blood.

Having failed to persuade him, he had to leave. But Wei Yuan suddenly thought of the bet between Old Buzhou Mountain and Fuxi, thought of the agreement that after taking a certain number of moves, he wouldn't use his mythological concept. So he still reminded him to beat Fuxi half to death if he saw him.

Take moves? Screw that, just knock him unconscious.

The white-haired Daoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his chest and abdomen aching.

Really, he almost vomited out last night's dinner. Buzhou Mountain's big slap was indeed the number one weapon of mass destruction in ancient times. No wonder the Lingbao Celestial Venerable had no treasures… Wei Yuan suddenly chuckled, exhaling a breath, feeling the pain in his chest gradually alleviated.

And constantly being alleviated.

Buzhou Mountain's healing ability was slow, but it was basically constant.

Even if he fainted, he would still be healing.

There was no other way. Buzhou Mountain was too wary. This was the most likely way to succeed after Wei Yuan's repeated divination. Alas, he should have asked Old Buzhou how to make the past him honestly not watch the fun, honestly activate his mythological concept.

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Buzhou Mountain wore a gray undershirt, covered with a white robe to symbolize heaven and earth.

His gray-white long hair was tied up, most of it falling to his waist. His face was square, his white eyebrows raised, faintly a bit uncontrollable. The surrounding gods were even more shaken. This was the first time they had seen someone so casually accept Buzhou Mountain's attack.

Someone who could draw that overbearing Buzhou Mountain force into his sleeves and retreat gracefully.

When did such a terrifying cultivator appear?

At this moment, Old Buzhou heard a voice in his ear, the warning from the departing person, telling him to be ruthless to Fuxi, to leave him with his life. Buzhou Mountain God sneered a few times. So it was someone related to Fuxi. He divined again, and sure enough.

Although his whole body was shrouded in the majestic Chaos Qi, making it impossible to see clearly, and even many fates did not apply to him, he could still see the relationship with Fuxi.

Could he be here to provoke him? Leave him with a life?

How laughable!

This deity will not do as you wish.

I've long disliked that snake.

Beat him!

Beat him to death!

And saying he couldn't watch the fun? This deity will see what great event will happen that day, that even a hidden cultivator like you is alarmed. It seems that it must be one of the greatest changes in the world, no, even throughout the ages.

How could I miss such a big event!

I must observe.

I'll see who's in trouble.

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Wei Yuan's injuries had recovered a lot when he arrived in the territory of the human race.

It seemed that because of the residual Chaos aura, he was shrouded and not interfered with by this small world, but could absorb the majestic spiritual energy. Wei Yuan could only say that the fragment of the sky was indeed infinitely mysterious, a treasure that even Zhujiuyin had to suppress in the Nine Netherworlds.

Representing the power left over from ancient times.

It even simulated the spiritual energy concentration and purity of the era when Buzhou Mountain supported the heavens and the rules of all things were in order. Because of the Hun Tian thought and the Buzhou cultivation, Wei Yuan felt that his own cultivation had been greatly blessed in this era when Buzhou Mountain supported the heavens.

It was probably that the state of spiritual energy here had been modified.

Completely the way Buzhou Mountain cultivation liked it.

Wei Yuan had tested it. Strength, speed, and other inherent abilities had not changed, but the ability to stir up spiritual energy and the recovery power had been amplified to a considerable extent based on the difference between his own cultivation and the Buzhou Mountain God's cultivation.

It could probably be considered that the four-dimensional attributes were added proportionally according to Old Buzhou's cultivation level.

However, in this era, Buzhou Mountain God was the only one with Buzhou Mountain cultivation, so only Wei Yuan himself could perceive such benefits. For other cultivators and gods, it was just that the spiritual energy was orderly, the environment was good, and so on. They couldn't tell any other differences.

Wei Yuan cast a Breath Holding Technique and stepped into the Xuanyuan Hill of the human race.

After thinking about it, he didn't go to his current residence, but found the residence of the Water God Gonggong.

Since Old Buzhou Mountain didn't listen to him.

Then there was no other way, he had to solve the core problem of this small world.

Before Gonggong crashed into Old Buzhou, he would crash into Gonggong first.

Gonggong, don't blame me.

Anyway, this is just a small world, it has no impact on reality.

He who crashes into others shall be crashed into.

Let's go, Wei Yuan!

This is for the righteous path!

This is to avenge Old Buzhou!

Wei Yuan clenched his fingers, just made up his mind, walked to the door, concealed his aura, suddenly heard footsteps, with a crash, the door was suddenly pulled open, the tall and well-proportioned young Water God planned to go out for a walk, but his expression changed, he raised his eyes to look, his pupils contracted.

He saw the deep and dark sky, the high moon, a white-robed Daoist standing silently outside the door.

His right hand behind his back, ink-colored hairpin, white hair falling down.

Profound and unfathomable, as if existing since ancient times, making the surrounding space become faintly distorted, the contrast of colors, space, front and back, and even time, had a violent contrast for a moment.

An indescribable killing intent made the hair on the back of the Water God Gonggong stand on end, making his pupils slightly contract, his right hand drooped, entwined with the water of the four seas, and the white-haired Daoist calmly stared at him, the baleful aura seemed to be Gonggong's own illusion.

The Daoist slightly cupped his hands, his voice calm:

"Greetings, Daoist friend."

Gonggong looked at the white-haired Daoist whose face he couldn't see clearly, only feeling the aura was profound and extreme, suddenly smiled: "... Your Excellency's sudden visit, I think there is something you want to say to me. If you are interested, why not come inside and talk."

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Question: When you are about to attack a certain guy, and that guy just happens to open the door and bump into you, how do you deal with this awkward situation?

Also, Gonggong just invited me in?

In terms of personality, this is no different from the Gonggong outside.

Wei Yuan picked up the wine and took a sip, the Gonggong sitting in front of him waved his hand to let his subordinates bring up plates of delicious food, smiling slightly: "Although it's a bit cold, these foods were made by a unique person from the Youxiong tribe today, the taste is delicious, you must try it, please..."

Wei Yuan lowered his head.

He saw the grilled meat and stir-fried dishes that he was selling in the stall.

Well, please, what should I do if the person I'm going to assassinate invites me to eat the dishes I sell during the day? The white-haired Daoist tasted a little, nodded slightly, and said: "Not bad."

Gonggong laughed loudly: "Hahaha, it seems that Your Excellency has a discerning taste, and has tasted many delicacies. For me, this is a rare delicacy, it seems that it has not been able to satisfy Your Excellency's appetite, hahaha."

"I wonder when I can also taste it?"

Wei Yuan thought of the time before when he also drank and ate with Gonggong outside, and said: "There will be a time."

Gonggong laughed freely: "Then I will wait patiently."

"I don't know, Your Excellency's late-night visit, what is the problem?"

Wei Yuan picked up the tea, thinking about what Nujiao would do, and reviewed many of A'liang's strategic methods.

At this moment, the nine-tailed fox of the Tushan clan was with him!

At this moment, the top strategist in the world was standing by his side, he was not alone!

Finally, he was silent, and still chose to go straight to the point, his tone calm: "Just curious."

"Why would the dignified Water God compete for the position of Human Emperor?"

?!!!

The atmosphere in the house instantly solidified.

There was silence for several seconds.

Gonggong's smile froze slightly, seemingly in disbelief, and the other servants and warriors in the room subconsciously got up and grabbed their weapons. The seriousness of the atmosphere made Wei Yuan a little surprised, and then suddenly realized a problem - he knew that the person competing with Zhuanxu was the Water God Gonggong, because of later legends and myths, because the records directly wrote out the true form.

However, most likely the people at that time didn't know this at all...

If they knew, it would be impossible for Gonggong to participate in the election of the Human Emperor.

Ah, is this something that can't be said?

Damn, I didn't even consider this.

Information gap?

The corners of the white-haired Daoist's mouth twitched, and he wanted to travel back to the past and shut his own mouth, and the change in Water God Gonggong's face was only for a moment. He waved his hand to let the vigilant warriors put away their knives, and laughed loudly: "It really is a place where dragons and tigers are hidden, no wonder you came to visit late at night."

"It seems that Your Excellency thinks that only those who are of the human race can be leaders?"

"Then I ask, if Nuwa or Fuxi come to help, will you still refuse? I think, most likely you won't, right? Because the human race also regards these two as one of their sources."

"But, Nuwa and Fuxi are also gods."

"Then, this Excellency, I would like to ask, what distinguishes those who can help the human race? Is it absolutely trustworthy if they are born in the human race, but there are also traitors and rebels in the human race. Is it absolutely untrustworthy if they are not of the human race? But Feng Hou is a descendant of Fuxi, and is also a half-human and half-god."

Water God Gonggong, with a spirited and confident expression, spoke calmly.

The white-haired Daoist did not answer.

And Gonggong raised his hand and said: "The power of the Human Emperor, combining with heaven and earth, is already the power of a god."

"Born as a human, and then stepping into the realm of gods, are they humans? Or gods?"

"I was reincarnated as a human with the true spirit of a god, sealed my memory and grew up, and only last year did I unlock my memory. Then I also have the memory of the human race and the past of a god, so what should I be considered?"

The Daoist pondered: "It should be determined by the heart."

The Water God was slightly stunned, and laughed loudly, and said: "What a good sentence 'determined by the heart', Your Excellency came here, should you agree with Zhuanxu's method? You feel that the human race should grasp their own path and should not rely on other forces, but, has Your Excellency ever seen the outside world?"

The handsome but gentle-featured youth stood up, holding a wine cup, and said:

"The Golden-Winged Great Peng can pierce the sky."

"But a fledgling bird of prey is just food for ordinary beasts."

"Have you ever seen the tribal wars everywhere, how many deaths there are every day when they fight against the demons and fierce beasts, and when the warriors who can fight, hunt, and obtain prey die, how vulnerable their families will be?"

"Are you going to let ten-year-old children step onto the battlefield, or are you going to let the wounded with broken legs struggle forward?"

"I naturally agree with that guy Zhuanxu's fantasy, but a dream that is too high without a foundation is just a tragedy. Without accumulating enough power, but wanting to be independent of the three realms and eight wildernesses... Has he ever thought about how many corpses need to be buried from now on to complete such a grand ideal?!"

"The ideal is grand, then are the current lives of the people not heavy enough?"

Wei Yuan wanted to answer, but suddenly paused.

Suddenly, it was as if he had returned to the past, back to the last years of the Three Kingdoms, that young Daoist who questioned the great Confucian scholar for building stone tablets and recording documents when the people were starving to death, was it said that these things were more important than life, was it said that these dead people were not worthy of living?

Humans see the distant future.

And the gods see the dead lives, so they are staying in the present?

The Daoist suddenly felt that he could understand Gonggong's goal at this moment. Suddenly there was a noisy sound outside. When the Daoist raised his eyes, the door had been knocked open. Several children rushed in, and the guards smiled bitterly and cupped their hands, saying: "Water Minister, these children seem to have had nightmares and want to see you."

Before he could finish speaking, these children who had nightmares had already rushed over there.

"Lord Gonggong!"

"It's so scary!"

"Hahaha, what's so scary? It's a small matter, if you don't want to go back today, just sleep here." Water God Gonggong didn't care, laughing and picking up a child, and a tall young man outside scratched his head honestly.

Wei Yuan noticed that the other party was three meters tall, but his face was childish, seemingly only seven or eight years old.

The Fangfeng clan...

The last giant bloodline loyal to Gonggong.

Their patriarch was beheaded by King Yu hundreds of years later.

Gonggong, who was hugged by these children, raised his eyes and looked at the white-haired Daoist in front of him, his eyes as bright as morning stars, with a brilliant smile: "This is the meaning of my existence... Zhuanxu is staying in the distant future, but I don't agree, every life has the value of existence."

"Since you know my true form, you should know that there was originally no Gonggong tribe in the world."

Water God Gonggong hooked the corners of his mouth, his tone gentle and firm:

"The Gonggong tribe is the children of these fallen warriors that I have adopted over the years."

"They are the Gonggong tribe!"

"Eh? Is this big brother a guest of Lord Gonggong?"

"Ah, I'm hungry!"

"Hey, this is for the guest, Afeng, don't steal!"

"Hey? Guest big brother, can I eat meat?"

Noisy voices, the orphans of war did not have sad expressions on their faces, surrounding the tall god. The white-haired Daoist took out candy from his sleeve and handed it over, and was thanked very seriously, but an uncontrollable sorrow appeared in the Daoist's eyes, and a record of words floated in his mind.

[Gonggong leads a hundred tribes to cause trouble...]

[Punish...]

[God's anger, madness]

[Causing floods, covering the world...]

This was the history before the birth of King Yu. The white-haired Daoist was clearly in this noisy environment, but inexplicably felt a kind of desolation of separation. Fate had already been set, the past could not be changed, but what did time represent?

A hundred generations are passers-by, a thousand autumns are a tragic swan.

Gonggong raised his eyes and saw the Daoist sitting there, his white hair falling down, letting the children play with it curiously.

It seemed to be sitting here.

But it also seemed not to be here.

Such an illusion was only for a moment.

After a while, the Daoist said goodbye, and the still vigorous god took Wei Yuan out.

"I actually understand Zhuanxu's and Your Excellency's concerns, but, we can't be too hasty."

"Do you see that building?"

He pointed to a tall building and said calmly: "Now, there is still some time before the era when the human race is self-sufficient enough not to pay a tragic sacrifice. I agree with the future that Zhuanxu desires, but, only this era should be borne by me personally."

"The lives of those weak people are not half as light as your human race's dignity!"

"At that time, I will naturally let go of the human world."

"When children grow up, they must have their own path."

"Of course, isn't such a thing too arrogant, hahaha, I just don't know, do you believe it, Daoist friend?"

The Water God, or rather, the Yanhuang Water Minister Gonggong, smiled and looked at the Daoist next to him. The white-haired Daoist narrowed his eyes and looked at the pile of small heads hidden behind the door over there, seeing them rush back in a hurry because they were discovered, with a burst of laughter. The white-haired Daoist recalled the cold and ruthless historical records in his mind, with complexity and a trace of unspeakable sadness, smiling and nodding: "Yes..."

"This humble Daoist believes."

However,

Fate is fickle, always placing everyone's future on the battlefield of swords and arrows.