Holy Advent

Chapter 35 The Change of King Zhou
Host: Yin Hao!
Points: [-] points!
Cultivation level: Acquired sixth level

Major exercises: Jiamu Nourishing Qi Gong, Yu Zhuang Gong!

Open the world: None!
Mission: None!

Exchange: camouflage, enlightenment, healing.

Experience the world: Swordsman!
After Yin Hao returned, he sat on the bed and remained silent for a long time.

Xiaoao and his party have experienced 30 years, and now they return, their body is still the same as the six-year-old body before entering.

30 years, dream?Really?
Is it Gonggong Mengdie, or Duke Diemeng Zhuanggong?

Yin Hao let out a foul breath: "The system, did it freeze the time in the main world, or did it rapidly speed up the experience of Xiaoaojianghu?"

"Ding: Birth and death with the flick of a finger, all things reincarnate, the host doesn't need to worry about it!"

"Okay! Will my memory be peeped here?"

"Ding: Everything can be disguised!"

"Are you a Misty faction?"

This time, the system did not respond.

Yin Hao stood up, comprehended himself, and smiled proudly. Apart from his cultivation and the memories he brought back, there was nothing else, not even a single piece of paper.

He went in naked, and came back naked, but his thoughts changed a lot.

How many 30 years can there be in life?
Yin Hao opened his posture and made some gestures, and found that the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon, Nine Swords of Dugu and so on were extremely proficient without any jerky.

He knew that even the memory of the physical body was brought back.

"System, cover up all the traces of cultivation except Jiamu Health-preserving Kung Fu and Yu Zhuang Kung Fu!"

"Ding: Deduction of [-] points, is it covered up?"

"Five hundred? It's really ruthless! Huh, well, you are the boss, so you can't bargain, so deduct it! In addition, after you return, you will be automatically reminded to cover up the traces of cultivation in non-main worlds!"

"Ding: The deduction is complete, and the cover-up is complete."

"Ding: Received!"

Two prompts in succession rang in my mind.

There are still [-] points left in the points, a large part of which was obtained after catching and beheading the scum of the world.

"System, is it really covered up? Why don't I feel anything?"

"Ding: Host, if you have feelings, you don't need to cover them up!"

"All right!"

Yin Hao was speechless.

After a long time of silence, he opened the door and walked out.

Looking at the pure sky, breathing the sweet air, as if entering an extremely clear pool from a mud pond, that feeling seems to be detached.

"Smiling and proud of the world, it is far inferior to this era. What if it is a future generation? If it returns, will it be choked to death?"

Yin Hao turned his mind.

"Master, do you want to go out for a walk?"

The guard Niu Gao came over and asked.

For some reason, he discovered that this young master had undergone an inexplicable change, but he couldn't explain why.

"I'm bored, take a walk and take a look!"

Yin Hao nodded.

"Master, I will accompany you!"

Niu Gao followed behind.

After leaving the simple manor, there is a bamboo forest next to it. The wind blows, rustling, and the sound of insects and birds makes it even more empty.

The slightly chaotic mood gradually calmed down.

Yin Hao saw a puddle in the bamboo grove, with dead bamboo falling inside, he paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, then he raised his head and looked towards the sky.

"In this world full of gods and Buddhas, it's time to make some preparations!"

At this moment, he had a plan in mind.

Yin Hao walked over, staring at the small puddle in a daze.

He stayed here for three days in a row, neither doing exercises nor reading, but just quietly watching the sewage.On the fourth day, he asked the guards to dig a deep pit in the manor, and filled it with bitter bamboo, bark and so on.

"Master, are you?"

Niu Gao was puzzled.

"Everything in nature has yin and yang, life and death have a way, and reincarnation is immortal! I was thinking, is there another kind of rebirth when a tree dies? Chickens and ducks can be eaten, but bamboo has no other use?"

Yin Hao explained a little bit, but didn't go deep into it.

On this day, a guard returned to the mansion regularly to report to Bigan.

"What? My eldest grandson dug a hole in the manor, and then soaked bamboo and bark? It stinks?" Bigan was surprised, "Stop practicing? Don't you read?"

"Yes sir!"

"What kind of hysteria is this kid?" Bigan shook his head, "It's not a good thing to be too smart, he always has his own ideas, he likes to tinker, let him go!"

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

Half a year had passed since King Zhou paid homage to Nuwa Temple.

"Da Sun, you are finally willing to come back to see Grandpa!"

In Yaxiang Mansion, Bigan was very happy when he saw Yin Hao who was taller.

"Your grandson, I am a wise star from the sky. I was born to make my business more brilliant, so of course I am very busy!" Yin Hao raised his face, boasted shamelessly, and stepped forward happily and said, "Grandpa, look, what good gift did I bring you?"

"Gift?" Bigan looked at the things in Yin Hao's hands and pointed, "Silk? Black stone?"

"Hey!" Yin Hao raised his eyebrows, "Grandpa, come with me!"

He directly broke into Bigan's study.

"I'd like to see what tricks you're up to?"

Bigan followed.

On the table, Yin Hao spread out the yellowed paper and said triumphantly, "Grandpa, have you seen this kind of thing before?"

"Silk is not silk, silk is not silk, and it is not linen. It is smooth and soft, but extremely fragile. What is it? I have never seen it before!"

Bigan was quite surprised, he looked at it carefully, stroked it lightly, but couldn't tell why.

"This is paper?"

"Paper? What? The words you created?"

"Grandpa, half a year ago, there was a puddle in the bamboo forest after the rain. I saw dead bamboo falling into it, and I thought to myself, all things change, life has reincarnation, so dead bamboo is useless? Besides being beautiful, green bamboo is Can't it be used for other purposes?" Yin Hao said, "I also thought that if you don't break it, you won't stand it, if you break it, you can stand it again, so soak bitter bamboo, green bamboo, etc. in a puddle until they are rotten, then use lime to deodorize them, mash them, and rinse them. , and finally compressed, it becomes this kind of thing! It is something that does not exist in the world, but it is also made of bamboo, bark, etc., and is compressed. Take one silk as the root, one Shi is the carrier, which is the paper!"

"That is to say, this is something you created in half a year?" After Bigan was surprised, he raised his thumb, "My grandson is a genius, the best in the world, amazing, amazing! But what is the use of this thing? It's just broken, you can't make clothes!"

"Grandpa, you've underestimated it. At a young age, it can wipe buttocks and windows!"

"Don't say it, it is indeed possible, and it can improve people's livelihood!"

"Grandpa, look, they are a perfect match when they are combined!"

Yin Hao pointed to the ink on the table and the simple brush made of ponytail and said.

Before Bigan could ask, he poured water and ink, picked up a brush, and wrote two words on the paper: Bigan!

"This……!"

Bigan's eyes widened instantly.

He is the prime minister of the current dynasty, born with a clever and exquisite heart, and also a legendary Wenqu star in later generations. He is so smart, just seeing these two words, a huge wave of waves set off in his heart.

He snatched the brush, and wrote a few words crookedly. Although it was ugly and soaked, he couldn't help trembling with excitement: "If it is improved, making books is far lighter than bamboo slips, and it can carry more characters. .Grandson, is it difficult to make? How much does it cost?"

"Bamboo, bark, etc. can be used. It's very simple and cheap. Anyone can do it as long as they get the right method. It's just that my grandson just discovered this method. It's too rough. And the pen I made out of hair, It's too simple, if someone is specially hired to develop it, it will definitely be able to produce a high-quality product, and when the time comes to bind it together, how many words can be recorded in a book? And it can be popularized, and the words can be passed on to the common people, inheriting the civilization of ancient sages!"

"Okay, okay, okay, my grandson descended from heaven to be a talented person!" After getting excited, Bigan packed these things and ran out excitedly, "I'll show the king right now!"

"Is the current king the same as the king half a year ago?"

Yin Hao sighed in his heart.

Half a day later, Bigan returned with his things in his arms, his face full of helplessness.

"Grandpa, the king doesn't like these things?"

Yin Hao asked.

"I don't know why? In the past six months, the king seems to have changed his person. He is listless all day long, and he is not active in handling government affairs. This writing is a big event, but King Zhou is not interested in it at all. He just let me see it. Do it!"

Bigan sighed lightly.

"Grandpa, this is your duty!" Yin Hao laughed, "You find some people to specialize in the research and development of paper-making techniques and pen-and-ink techniques. When they are fully developed, they will be popularized!"

"That's all it takes!"

"Grandpa, the follow-up exercises of Yu Zhuang Gong and Jiamu Health Preserving Gong should be given to grandson, right?"

"Didn't I give you part of it? Even if you are talented, if you want to cultivate to the sixth floor, I'm afraid it will be impossible in ten years!"

"Cough! Grandpa, I have already reached the sixth floor!"

"How is it possible?" Bigan was shocked, "Come, come, come, give me a slap!"

"Grandpa, you have old arms and legs, if your grandson slaps you down and you keep hitting the ground, wouldn't I be a big rebel?"

"You bastard, do you really think that grandpa has no power to restrain a chicken?" Bigan smiled coldly, and his palm fell on Yin Hao's shoulder.

A terrifying force came, and Yin Hao's body softened, and he almost knelt down.

　Some people say that the title of King Zhou is inappropriate.

　　If you go back to that era and see this, the first thought in your heart is that this is 'Dixin'?Anyway, Da Ri is not, because I don’t check the information, how many of Di Xin’s do I know?On the contrary, King Zhou is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!
　　In the dialogue in the text, the word Zhou Wang did not appear.

　　The emergence of King Zhou is all Yin Hao's psychological activities!
　　As for King Zhou's merits and demerits, history has become a cloud!

　　Of course, this is the myth of rendition!

　　Fengshen Yanyi, immortals, gods and monsters, cough cough cough, watch the great sun and nine suns town the world!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)