The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher.

Chapter 255 Qingyue Junhou's Past, Old Feng and His Wife's Friend

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The strong wind blew by, carrying yellow sand and blowing on Bai Mo's clothes and hair.

Then he saw that the Black Stick Mountain in the distance had collapsed from head to toe, as if it had been flattened, turning into a large pool of gravel, rolling down, spreading, and spreading in the mountain.

Under the strong wind, large pieces of smoke and dust flew away from time to time.

In Bai Mo's arms, several fox apprentices poked their heads out one after another, their eyes widened and their mouths couldn't close, looking at the scenery behind after the Black Stick Mountain collapsed.

Whoosh!Whoosh...

But there were hundreds of fox apprentices, running back from a distance and running towards the gravel of Black Stick Mountain that was spread all over the beach.

"Huh?"

The big flowery arms picked up a piece of gravel, only to see that it was not a stone, but a piece of metal!

"Ouch!"

The black bracelet picked up one piece and replaced it with another.

These metal blocks all have edges and corners, but they are all about the same size, as big as a human head, so they are easy to move and operate!
"Hey!"

The overalls jumped out of the master's arms and looked at the metal blocks.

This is not a copper block, nor an iron block... it looks like a special metal used for making weapons, with a lighter mass and higher strength.

It looked at the car made of bronze plates behind it, recalled the bumps and abnormal noises of the car, and recalled the compromises made in the production process because of the copper plate material, and suddenly smiled... With inexhaustible better materials, in the future These broken copper plates are no longer rare!
Each of the foxes held the metal block in their paws, surrounded the master's car, and started dancing, shaking their heads and tails!
"Hey!"

"Ouch!"

"Hey!"

...Fox Mountain’s new mechanized materials, Fox Mountain’s more better and updated machinery, are coming soon!
On the roof of the car, a bronze mask was suspended, with a dull face.

Bai Mo grinned, and his consciousness radiated like the wind, sensing things in the metal blocks all over the mountain... He seemed to sense just now that there was something hidden in this mountain?

"found it!"

He made a move with one hand, and with his spiritual consciousness, he saw the metal stone beach in the distance trembling slightly, and a bronze scroll flew out from it, flew several hundred meters away, and landed in Bai Mo's hand.

The bronze mask was in mid-air, frozen.

Bai Mo unfolded the scroll and saw that it was a copper-scroll silk book. It had been specially treated and had survived for tens of millions of years.

"An easter egg left in the Black Stick Mountain?

"You can see it when future generations smash Black Stick Mountain?"

On the silk book, there are words in sequence six.

Bai Mo subconsciously looked at the final signature, and it really was Lord Qingyue.

[In the 300th year of the Dan Kingdom calendar, I asked Qi Kingdom Ding Er Jun Hou to help me cast a black stick mountain and place it on the side of this high platform for ancestor worship]

[Every time they worship their ancestors, the immortals of Qingyue Dan Palace can use this Black Stick Mountain to demonstrate their great immortal skills, inspire future generations, and comfort their ancestors]

[Mountains are dead things and cannot grow, but our Qingyue Dan Palace can be passed down from generation to generation. Whenever the immortals of Dan Palace worship their ancestors, they will use great magic on this mountain. This mountain will often receive new wounds and wear away day by day. 】

[The immortals in my Qingyue Dan Palace will become more and more numerous]

[The immortal skills of my Qingyue Dan Palace will become more and more powerful]

[As time goes by, after thousands of years, this mountain will eventually be crushed]

[I will leave this scroll in the heart of the mountain, waiting for the people who come later]

[Maybe at that time, I would have died of old age, maybe at that time, I would have died in battle, maybe at that time, my tablet would already be enshrined on the high platform of ancestor worship]

[If my spirit in the sky can see that the Qingyue Dan Palace is even more prosperous than before, and if my spirit in the sky can see that the descendants of the Dan Palace finally smashed the Black Stick Mountain, how happy and joyful would that be? 】

After reading this, the disciples were still dancing around in circles, their cheerful voices resounding in the wind.

Bai Mo couldn't help but feel sad.

Previously, a general platform was dug out and Lord Qingyue went on an expedition. It was in the 320th year of the Dan Kingdom calendar, 21 years after the Black Stick Mountain was cast.

That is to say, not long after Lord Qingyue left this text, the ancient immortal dynasty suffered catastrophe and civilization collapsed, and the Qingyuedan Palace, which stretches over the mountains with pavilions and pavilions, also became ruins all over the mountains and plains.

There are not more and more immortals in Dan Palace.

The magic of Dan Palace is not getting stronger.

I don’t know if Lord Qingyue is still alive.

Her tablet does not appear on the ancestor worship platform.

She had never seen the scene of Black Stick Mountain being shattered thousands of years later.

The apprentices have resumed work, and the roar of the excavator continues to sound.

I jumped into the car with overalls, returned to Master's arms, and read this copper-scroll silk book with Master.

Of course it can't understand it, but it needs to be read with Master, and the most important thing is to participate!
The bronze mask stood next to him, his face also full of anxiety.

It wants to know, what did the master say in this silk book?
Bai Mo raised his head, looked at the mask, and grinned.

"She said that she was very happy and gratified to be able to cast this mountain."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and continued to read the silk book.

[I am from a minor noble family, my family is in decline and resources are scarce]

[Beautiful since childhood, attracted countless nobles to propose marriage]

[But I was unwilling to be reduced to someone else’s vassal, so I became a Tenjo Immortal, hunting down corrupt people, earning merit, and exchanging resources]

[My talent for cultivating immortals is only average to above average, and I often sigh when I look at the backs of talented people]

[But I am in charge of the rules of heaven, hunt and kill the degenerate, and walk on blood all the way, killing with gusts of wind, rolling heads, and for many years, I have not lost a single defeat]

This entire text, written with cinnabar, has been sealed in the Black Stick Mountain for tens of millions of years and is still bright red.

Especially in this line, there is even more sharpness in the writing, as if the sharpness is going to cut through the silk scroll!

[In this way, I have walked all the way, obtained materials in pools of blood, and realized immortality in life and death. After 500 years, I have suddenly ascended to the position of monarch]

[Looking back again, the talented people who I could never compare to have either fallen, died of old age, or are still practicing hard in the middle order. It really makes me sad.]

Writing here, Junhou's strokes are light and light, with soft and slightly playful arcs, as if through this stroke, you can see the ease and pride on the face of the person who wrote it thousands of years ago.

"If you haven't lost yet... Lord Qingyue is not an ordinary person.

"She's a different kind of genius."

Read on.

[Although the best-growing fairy grass in Qingyue Dan Palace is Zilong, what I am good at is not Zilongpan]

[Today, I will record the great immortal art that I comprehended in life and death when I was at Sequence Six, and record it in this silk book, and give it to future generations]

[Perhaps tens of millions of years later, the Great Immortal Art is changing day by day, and my Great Immortal Art can no longer keep up with the trend, but it doesn't matter]

[If there is any merit in this technique, please remove the waste and retain the essence]

[If this technique is completely outdated, please keep it as a joke]

[The name of this technique is Blue Flower Rain]

Oh?
Not bad.

Bai Mo grinned, looked at the back of the silk book, and wrote a piece of text eloquently.

……

"Here, have a drink!
"Our relationship is in place, no need for alcohol, just some Coke, hey hey hey."

Under the warm light, the dining table in Chen Wenquan's house was full of dishes.

Home-cooked food, not amazing, but extremely affordable!
Stewed beef brisket with tomatoes, small pieces of beef brisket are tipped.

The braised pork ribs are slightly dark in color and slightly overcooked, but they are softer and more delicious.

Cucumber shreds mixed with apple shreds, placed in a small stainless steel basin, wafting acetic acid and fragrance...

Chen Wenquan and his wife were all smiling as they talked to Bai Mo.

Chen Wenquan's son is in elementary school. He looked at Bai Mo with curiosity on his face.

The fox apprentice on the bench, with a leopard head and belly, grabbed a stewed chicken leg, first cleaned up the chicken soup, and then gnawed on the meat, smiling happily.

"Does the food taste good?"

"It's delicious! My wife's cooking skills are great.

"Over the years, I sometimes eat takeaway and sometimes eat in the cafeteria, but I eat the least home-cooked food.

"I'm lucky today."

This is a small talk, but also the truth.

Bai Mo ate while laughing... In the past, it was really hard to eat such fresh and stewed pork ribs.

Old Chen asked casually.

"How's the completion of your project over there... Uh... If it's confidential, I didn't ask."

It wasn't until he said something that he realized something was wrong, and smiled awkwardly.

Bai Mo also smiled.

"There is nothing we can't say. It is basically completed. It will be put into production tomorrow, and the first batch of goods will be put into use in half a month."

On the committee's side, all work has come to an end.

Hong Anxi taught them that they can take a good rest for a few days.

The stocks of Lord Chong and Fang Xiaoyu also took off successfully.

Lord Chong called to announce the good news, and the corners of his mouth could be heard grinning from the corners of his ears over the phone.

Fang Xiaoyu called to make an appointment for real estate sales, her tone was different from before.

At the dining table, Mistress frowned.

"It's been a hard time for you, right?"

Bai Mo was stunned for a moment.

"I... don't work hard."

The mistress is already a yellow-faced woman, and she is a yellow-faced woman who is devoted to her family and has no ears to what is going on outside the window.When facing Bai Mo, he is not so reserved, but instead has the enthusiasm and kindness towards the younger generation.

At this time, he picked up the soup spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of beef, and put it into the white ink bowl.

"Hey, our old Chen sometimes engages in this kind of project. I understand your hard work. Eat more beef and make up for it! After half an hour in the pressure cooker, it's rotten!"

Bai Mo laughed while eating.

Sitting at this dining table, I looked up and saw that the people in the opposite building were also eating.

The family of three was enjoying themselves with a table full of food.

However, why is there a tablet on the table?

What do you mean?
Bai Mo paid attention for a moment, took a closer look...and suddenly smiled awkwardly. It turned out that it was not a tablet, but a tablet.

But what does that mean?
When the family eats, do you still have a place for your tablet?
Just as they were wondering, Lao Chen and his wife followed Bai Mo's gaze and looked back at the human world on the other side of the building.

"Oh? Modashan, did you go to Lao Feng's house for dinner again?"

"Is this Mo Dashan interested in the old Feng family's wife?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Chen Wenquan rolled his eyes at his wife and forbade her from chewing her tongue.

After hearing Lao Chen whisper a few words, Bai Mo realized that it turned out that they were not a family of three.

It was Mrs. Feng, Feng Endi, mother and son, and the Feng family’s friend Mo Dashan.

“Old Feng, Feng Kaishan, and Mo Dashan are actually alumni of our Western University.

“Before graduation, their relationship was good.

"Now that Lao Feng has been transferred to other places to work, Modashan comes here occasionally to help his old classmate take care of his wife and children. There is nothing like that. Don't listen to your teacher's nonsense."

Feng Endi?
Isn't that the younger brother?

The leopard-headed belly next to him was grabbing a small spoon to show off the beef. He stood on tiptoes, poked his head and looked towards the other side of the building.

Sure enough, I saw my little brother sitting at the dining table with a happy face!
"Hey!"

Although the little brother doesn't play with them anymore, as long as the little brother is happy, they are happy too.

Bai Mo grinned and understood.

That tablet computer on the dining table is waiting for Lao Feng to come back from work to play video?
Feng Endi is so excited, his face is flushed, is he also looking forward to his father?

Under the torrent of the times, people are like fluffy grass in the wind, gathering and dispersing involuntarily, each with joys and sorrows.

That child, for some unknown reason, was forbidden by his mother to play with the fairy beasts, and he was left alone in this courtyard for a long time.You will finally be able to see your dad tonight, you must be very happy?
There was a lot of fun at the dinner table over there.

At the dinner table here, they are equally happy.

Old Chen and his wife lowered their voices and chatted about gossip.

"Old Feng, he doesn't know where to work, and he doesn't go home all year round, leaving his wife to be excluded and his son to be bullied.

"Expert Baimo, don't get me wrong. My son won't bully him. My son is already in elementary school. Hehe."

As we talked, we talked about Modashan again.

"Modashan was half-dead when he started his business. He had no wife for so many years, and sometimes he even asked Lao Feng for help.

"In the past few years, he suddenly became enlightened and developed, and started to help the old Feng's family in turn. He is really nice.

"Did he drive into the Mercedes-Benz?"

"It seems so."

"It's really developed."

Mistress pouted.

"If you want me to say, Modashan is not married anyway, Lao Feng, who abandons his wife and children, simply gave his wife and children to Mo Dashan!
"He doesn't love his wife, let Modashan help him.

"He doesn't care about the children, let Modashan take care of him."

Chen Wenquan rolled his eyes.

"Don't talk nonsense!

"If word of yours gets out, those gossiping women will be even more tempted to chew their tongues.

"I don't know what it will look like to be chewed on by my innocent friendship."

The master's wife smiled coquettishly.

"I'm just saying that I feel aggrieved for Lao Feng, his wife and son.

"You didn't see how his wife and son were bullied."

A meal is finished quickly.

With the leopard head and belly, there was still some leftovers at the end of this large table of dishes... There was a puddle of vegetable soup left on every plate.

Mistress cleared the dining table and drove away Bai Mo who wanted to help.

Lao Chen took Bai Mo's arm.

"Would you like to watch a movie together? Watch mecha? Exoskeleton armor?"

Bai Mo frowned.

"Do you still see this kind of thing?"

Old Chen grinned.

"It's not that I like to watch... I have a mission.

"Recently, the committee has been brainstorming and collecting inspiration for mechs and armor.

"I really want to start making this kind of equipment."

Oh?
Bai Mo was stunned, and recalled what he saw that day, the committee's exoskeleton armor.

If you think about it carefully, things like mechas and armors are really interesting...

In terms of power, it is not the strongest.

In terms of speed, it's not the fastest.

In terms of mobility, it's not the most flexible either.

In terms of intelligence, he can't be said to be the smartest.

But what if you take it all together?
On the contrary, it is very capable of playing, very suitable for this era!

Lao Chen pulled Bai Mo and sat down on the sofa.

Lao Chen's son and Baotoudu also ran over, looked at the screen, and widened their eyes.

"Let's watch it together, looking for some inspiration from literary and sci-fi works.

"Human imagination is also a treasure house!

"We look for inspiration and throw it to the committee. Let them worry about technology and let them realize it. Hehe."

While smiling, he suddenly froze again.

"Uh... this type of project, it's not your turn to have a headache, right?"

Bai Mo grinned.

It's hard to say whether it's a turn or not, but...

"...No headache."

While talking and joking, Bai Mo saw that on the other side of the building, the dining table had not yet been cleared.

The three people were all full and did not move their mouths.

This table of food is waiting... for the tablet that is still dark, for the video call that Lao Feng has not yet returned?

　The character Qingyue Junhou was not written in vain.There are important scenes in the later stage.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)