Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 832

In Mengzun's eyes, Zhan Changfeng knew everything he should do, so he calmly watched the heavens give gifts, and when the matter was over, he asked, "Is that all right?"

"Also ask Mengzun to guard this place."

"Naturally, I will look at the Jieshen Monument."

Zhan Changfeng nodded, and in order to prevent accidents, he handed over the water totem to the avatar, and the avatar entered the world god monument and traveled to a strange star realm.

There are no dense trees in Akazawa, no tall mountains, only withered and yellow weeds under the frost, and strong winds mixed with rough ice bumps.

This lonely and cold wind blows through tens of thousands of wilderness, and the lonely and helpless cries of the ancient people in the depths of time can be vaguely heard.

At this time, Shangyu was not as tall as the ice dog cubs in the village council hall, but occasional depression would prompt her to sit on the hill in the north that was only a hundred feet long.

Then watching the dazzling gold dye the horizon, the warriors put on their furs and weapons, and went hunting in the vast and boundless wilderness without any shelter.

But this wilderness is too big, so big that when you meet a fierce beast, you look around blankly, empty, and there is nowhere to escape.

And this person, even this village, is too small, so small that it may be trampled out by a group of armored rhinos moving eastward at any time.

When life is worshiped under nature, and the road ahead is so vague that there is nowhere to rest, then there are many dangers, then, apart from death, it is life.

For Shangyu, life and death are just two ends, and between them, there should be something worth pursuing.

That "what" bothered her, and she hadn't figured it out yet, but it was already dawn.

Climbing down the dirt hill, stepping on the hard frozen soil, I walked towards the stone houses in the distance. More than a thousand stone houses gathered there, like tombs in the desolate world.

grave?

She paused, a little surprised at the metaphor she had inadvertently used, and then walked forward indifferently.

"Oh, little Shangyu seems to have missed Fengxi's morning class again." A ray of wind next to him twisted into the appearance of a man in a green shirt, squinting at her teasingly.

Villagers passing by greeted her, and sometimes stopped to say a few words, nothing more than "Is your illness better?" "I made dried meat, and I will send some to you later." "Ice erosion is coming, Hurry up and prepare the supplies for the winter.”
The man in the green shirt was shaking his feather fan, pretending to be a ghost because no one else could see him, oh, yes, he was a ghost.

"Houying, you shouldn't be the one who came out today."

There is no such thing as a layout of the scattered stone houses. The so-called roads are just stepped on by people at will. If they step too casually, they can go in any direction.

Shang Yu was wearing a thick cloak, with a small face hidden in the hood, she kept her gaze fixed, her eyes narrowed, as if there was no one around her.

"Shen Yu is fighting with those restless guys, and he can't get out. Hey, even if he's dead, it's the old enmity, tsk tsk." Houying sighed and gloated.

Isn’t that right? At the beginning, when Shen Yu was under one person and above ten thousand people, as a military adviser next to the great merchant king, he was so majestic. The generals and scribes were tricked by her many times. Now they have become remnant souls together, without the constraints of identity , Don’t pay close attention to revenge and revenge.

After hearing this, Shang Yu stopped talking, walked through the narrow path, and arrived in front of a stone house in the west.

The climate here is very cold. Not only the walls of the semicircular stone house are thick, but the surface is also covered with layers of yellow mud, like dirt bumps.

Pushing open the double wooden doors, it was dark inside because there were no windows.

Shang Yu took off his hood, lit a candle, and had a panoramic view of the small space. On the left are layers of bookshelves, in the middle is the hearth for heating, and on the right is the bedroom that is blocked by the curtain.

Hou Ying shook his fan and shook his head like he was reciting a letter, "Fengxi is not here, it is rare."

Shang Yu frowned, a little worried, she was weak, and she went to the meeting hall to teach children how to read?
But if she went to find her, she was afraid that she would be angry.Shang Yu hesitated for a moment, and decided to follow the usual itinerary.

The barbeques were taken from the hearth for the morning meal. The barbarians are busy all day with how to survive. The reading, literacy and civilized etiquette are all nonsense. I have never heard of it. I just grabbed the meat and ate it directly. Where would I find a plate to sit on? Come down and cut.

They can't, but Shang Yu will, Shang Yu will cut the meat into small pieces of equal parts, eat it slowly, and then sit cross-legged in front of the desk to study for a day.

She finished the homework assigned by Feng Xi first, maybe because she stayed outside for too long this morning and offended Feng Xi, so the homework left was twice as much as usual, and it took her an hour just to copy the book .

Followed by seeking advice from the tomb.

Every day, different remnant souls came out to teach her, and each individual taught her differently, such as the historiography taught by the back tomb.

At that time, the tomb was the official historian next to the Great Shang King, and he could talk about all the big and small things in the world. He told the history like a storyteller.

Inadvertently, the mountains and rivers of ambition and the various forms of the world are displayed in front of future generations in a true and embarrassing gesture.

Shang Yu listened calmly, without much empathy, and only sensibly refined the content to analyze the pros and cons, dissected the past history and transformed it into his own insights.

Hou Ying was unhappy, saying that she had no awe of history.

She shook her head. Since it is history, besides the lessons it left behind, is there anything else to sigh about, for those who used to be?
But people in the past did not ask people today to remember them, and people today don't need to be stuck in the past.

"Bang bang bang!"

The wooden door was smashed and the mud and rocks were shaken off, Shang Yu closed the book in his hand, and the back tomb also disappeared.

Shang Yu got up to open the door, but she actually forgot who she was, and vaguely remembered that she wanted to help Yuanshen fulfill her wishes and accumulate merit.

The original body was the successor of the Great Shang King, who failed in the competition and died. The original body was escorted by Wang Shifengxi and a few remnant souls to this barren land away from the center of the mainland, lingering, or dormant.

It's just that the original body died faster and was more aggrieved. Her original status destined her to be somewhat different from the children in the barbarian land. She didn't want to mingle with those children, but these children interpreted her gesture as an outsider's The arrogance caused several conflicts in vain.

Most recently, a child took her unawares and pushed her into a frozen lake.

The original body drowned at the bottom of the lake, and when he opened his eyes again, he became her.

Fortunately, she fused the original owner's body and memory before being salvaged. Although Fengxi, Houying and others were crippled and dead, they used to have supernatural powers or life and death conditions. If they were fused under their noses, they would definitely will be found to be different.

But with so many keen eyes staring at her around, at most she changed her usual temperament a little by going back to the ghost behind the closed door, basically following her original body.

Yuanshen's wish is simple and simple, but also difficult. One is to punish the child who harmed her, the other is to cure Fengxi's disease, and the third is to kill Yangming Wang to avenge Da Shang.

The main reason why she hated him so deeply was that after the victory of King Yang Ming, he humiliated the great merchant king who had surrendered to death, causing his soul to be scattered.

The cruelty of the famous king makes people weep blood.

The power of the original body was only enough for her to help complete the first two items, but she took a look, and the third one might be completed by the way, because she herself has the intention of becoming a king, and in terms of accumulating merit, there is nothing better than obeying the way of heaven and protecting one side. The merits are even greater.

And the original body is the remnants of the great merchant king, so gathering together can still gather a group of old troops, which can be her help.

　Amnesia, but still forgetting to conquer the stars and the sea: sometimes it is fun to fight for power and profit, and it is always fun to fight for power and profit.

　　The avatar won't take up too much here, so I'll just start three chapters, and you can skip it if you don't read it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)