I Can Redeem the Merit Template

Chapter 190 Selling Twenty-Four Solar Terms to Dayu

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuan stepped out from under the rock.

It's not embarrassing, but cheeky and said:

"The piano in His Highness's hand is the famous Fengqi Qin. It is rumored that this piano was made by His Majesty the Emperor from the Southern Phoenix sacred tree. The sound of the piano is clear and makes people forget the worry. I heard it today, but it is a disappointment!"

Hearing that, Luoshen had a meal in her hand, but soon continued to fall on the strings, she did not intend to pay attention to the gods and Taoist Purple Stars.

The star is full of mystery.

But on the mountain peak, watching the human race's move to set up Jiuyi Mountain still made Luoshen vigilant.

Even if the Ziwei Xingjun entered the human race for an excuse, he still became a star official.

Thinking of the star officer, Luoshen said indifferently: "Congratulations to the new official of the gods for taking office, as a star officer!"

"This is thanks to your highness's recommendation!"

Wang Yuan smiled softly, he realized that Luoshen seemed to be very wary of him.

Luoshen said: "Don't thank me!"

She stood up from the water's edge at this moment, with a graceful figure and a beautiful face.

Wang Yuan looked away and couldn't help thinking of the Luoshen Fu, and immediately took office and copied the public.

"Its shape is also like a frightening hung, graceful like a dragon. Rong Yao Qiuju, Huamao Chun pine. It seems like a light cloud covering the moon, swaying like a breeze returning to snow. Looking at it from a distance, it is bright like the sun rising. Morning glow; compelling and observing it, Zhuo Ruofu leaves Lubo..."

"This is what Xingjun did..."

Hearing Wang Yuan's words, Concubine Mi looked at the purple star gentleman with a pair of wonderful eyes.

She could hear that she was complimenting her.

The woman described here is too beautiful, even if she knows she is beautiful, she can't help but be a little surprised.

"It didn't come from the hands of this god, it was done by an infatuated mortal who had a crush on His Royal Highness!" Wang Yuan shook his head slightly, he had no intention of taking this poem as his own.

How vulgar is copying words, copy something else!

"is it?"

Luoshen looked a little unbelieving, her gaze fell on Wang Yuan, in her opinion, this "infatuated mortal" might be the Xingjun himself!

Luoshen turned around at this time, holding Yaoqin and preparing to leave, she said in a light voice:

"Ziwei, the **** has a word to advise you, no matter what purpose you enter the human race, the **** still hopes that the **** can truly contribute to the human race, and don't harm the interests of the human race!"

"My God will stare at you!"

Speaking of the back, the invisible water light in the void flashed through the void, faintly carrying the chill of the frozen world!

Seeing this, Wang Yuan said loudly behind him: "In fact, Your Highness doesn't need to be so wary of the God!"

As soon as the conversation turned, he said with a hint of smile in his voice: "Speaking of which, the **** has some fate with His Royal Highness!"

"Oh, I don't know what the fate is?"

Luoshen turned around and looked at Wang Yuan with a pair of plain eyes, and a funny color appeared in his eyes. The style of this gentleman Ziwei Xing reminded him of the disciples of the gods.

Wang Yuan stretched out his palm, and a golden light appeared quietly, and he said lightly: "Friendship of the same family!"

The golden light circulates, the anode yin grows, like a pair of scissors cutting the world, the two instruments produce the four elephants, and the four elephants evolve into the gossip.

Congenital gossip goes on endlessly!

There is a surging **** that can emanate from it!

Converging the power of the universe and the fairy talisman, it contains eight divine powers, evolving into infinity, and gradually turning into an illusory sky!

"Innate gossip?"

Luoshen's expression was startled, and a pair of wonderful eyes stared at the purple star gentleman in a little surprise, with a look of astonishment.

After her father Emperor Emperor ruled the world, he created Fuxi gossip and left a lot of gossip inheritance in the human race. Today, part of the human race's calculations are all derived from Fuxi gossip.

But there are few who can cultivate to the innate gossip!

It seems that the Purple Star Monarch in front of him not only penetrated the mystery of the innate gossip state, but also began to touch a trace of the emperor's gossip state.

Ordinary gods only know the innate gossip, but the concubine Mi does.

Above the innate gossip, there is also the emperor's gossip.

The emperor's gossip is the core meaning of Fuxi's gossip created by his father. Only by comprehending the emperor's gossip can he move the heavens and wonders, and then turn into the sky, step on the eight wastes, and move the infinite power of heaven and earth.

Fuxi, who has cultivated the emperor's gossip, can pretend to be heaven and master the divine power of heaven, so he is respected as the emperor.

"It's not just congenital gossip..."

At this time, Wang Yuan spread his palms and unfolded a gossip that is completely different from the innate gossip.

Different from the evolution of Xiantian Bagua, Houtian Bagua focuses on circulation.

Cycle cycle, such as water is popular, yin and yang are interdependent, and the five elements are born and die cycle!

It's just that Wang Yuan didn't have the deep-seated exquisiteness of the gossip. He didn't have enough evolution, but he also shocked Concubine Mi in one fell swoop.

If the poem Wang Yuan read before just made Concubine Mi feel like a flatterer, then this time the showdown and the showdown made Concubine Mi truly feel that Mr. Ziwei Xing is indeed a bit unusual.

At least it can make her face it.

Seeing the transformation of Concubine Mi's expression, Wang Yuan was overjoyed, this was what he really needed.

Many things he will do next will require the Lord Luoshen's help to endorse, only to gain the trust of Luoshen can he act well.

But with this kind of trust, some things can already be started.

Wang Yuan calmly said again: "This **** came to see Lord Luoshen this time. In fact, he has an idea. Lord Luoshen may need help from Lord Luoshen!"

"This is an act of great merit, but it is quite complicated to practice it, so the gods can seek help from His Highness!"

"What do you think?" Concubine Luo Shen Mi looked at Wang Yuan while holding Yaoqin.

If this Ziwei Xingjun hadn't used her own knowledge in congenital gossip, she wouldn't believe it in half a word, but it did arouse her interest now.

Wang Yuan chuckled softly, his face was as handsome as jade, and he only listened to him as he stroked his sleeves and talked:

"I'm into the master clan, but I actually came here for this!"

"As far as the original **** knows, the current human calendar is still too single, and can only passively rely on the gods to calculate the solar terms of the calendar. The original **** deliberately relies on the innate gossip to calculate the complete calendar solar terms in the number of days of the week~www.readwn.com ~Differentiate with this, reconcile yin and yang, so that the human race understands the way of mutual growth and restraint!

In fact, I want to promote the twenty-four solar terms in order to increase my authority.

It was just because of his own little words, and the collected results were not necessarily accepted by the human emperor. Therefore, he pulled the Mi Consort Luoshen to endorse, and of course took this opportunity to increase her weight in Concubine Mi's heart.

When the time is right, he put some eye drops on He Bo to see if he can break the scumbag's wishful thinking.

Well, everything is for the happiness of Concubine Mi!

...As for the promotion of the twenty-four solar terms, that is incidental!

Concubine Mi was lowering her head in thought. She thought the suggestion of Mr. Ziwei Xingjun was very interesting, and if it is done, it is indeed a great achievement and human race: "Ziwei, what do you think now?"

"I think there should be four seasons between heaven and earth. All things have spring birth, summer growth, autumn harvest, winter storage, three hundred and sixty days a week, every day is strange, and the gossip is forty-five days..."

(End of this chapter)