The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 168 The Fourth Year Sign

The unicorn ghost emperor lost.

Those who lose will cry.

Picking up your hair and lifting yourself up is just like a joke.

To sum it up in one sentence: I have a few lines of tears, which have not shed for thousands of years, and today will be exhausted by the king, and before the autumn wind.

"Brother Unicorn, don't try anymore?"

"Don't try, don't try."

The one-horned ghost emperor was convinced, and said bluntly: "There is a sky outside the sky, and there are strange things outside the strange. Brother, I have lived for 300 years, and today I understand it!"

"It's about the bet."

"Leave it on me, isn't it just to greet other brothers, if you don't enter the Huangtu world within ten years, leave it to me."

The one-horned ghost emperor hid two soft-shelled turtle eggs from the wine table into his bosom: "My dear brother, I won't send you off. Today is all nonsense. I'll keep these two soft-shelled turtle eggs, and I'll have an explanation to the other brothers later." .”

"Brother Unicorn, it's all up to you."

Zhang Heng bowed his hands and said goodbye.

down the mountain.

On the Maoshan airship.

The black guy who hadn't spoken all this time couldn't help asking: "My lord, didn't you come to kill the one-horned ghost emperor?"

"Yes and no."

Looking at the Dading Mountain below, Zhang Heng said, "It's easy to kill the one-horned ghost emperor, but the after-effects are very serious. The one-horned ghost emperor is not a lone ranger running alone. Killing him will attract the other ten of the twelve monsters." One, when the time comes there will be someone to fight."

"So it's best not to fight with blood or hands. Now the one-horned ghost emperor can lobby the other 11 people to push back the time when the twelve monsters came to the Yellow Tu Realm by ten years. This is the best policy."

Go up to the army and plan.

For ghosts, ten years is just a blink of an eye.

But for Zhang Heng and Mao Shan, ten years means twenty Huangtian legions, more senior monks, more surrender to ghost emperor and ghost king.

Now to fight the twelve monsters, plus those ghost emperors and ghost kings who are not convinced, a scuffle is inevitable.

Zhang Heng believed that they must be the ones who won the final victory.

However, in the process of leading to victory, there are probably not a few people who died.

Don't rush everything.

Slow down, steady down, there's nothing wrong with that.

Zhang Heng's strategy has always been to guard against haste and impetuosity, if he doesn't come out, he will be done, and if he goes out, he will sweep the world, like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

He believes that as long as he is not in a hurry, someone else will.

When people are in a hurry, it is easy to make mistakes.

This is a game that cannot be regretted. Mistakes made will be reflected on the chessboard.

Zhang Heng knew from the beginning that he would win, but the problem was how to win with the fewest pieces.

Five days later.

The one-horned ghost emperor with a bruised nose and swollen face came to Zhang Heng for a drink.

After drinking for three rounds, he patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, brother, the other brothers have been persuaded by me, and within ten years, they will not come to trouble you humans."

"Brother Unicorn, please drink this cup to the full."

Zhang Heng picked up the wine glass, and the two drank it down in one gulp.

In the next half a month, sure enough, there was no more news from the Twelve Monsters.

By the way, many ghost emperors in the north have also stabilized a lot.

For a while, the situation was calm, and Huangtu's world was extremely peaceful.

Occasionally ghosts make trouble.

It was also quickly destroyed under the suppression of the ghost divisions in various places and the encirclement and suppression of the local city gods.

Zhang Heng has nothing to do.

Meditate and practice Qi every day, or organize and practice the Huangtian Army.

If his predictions are correct, the world should be peaceful for seven or eight years, and after seven or eight years, the Huangtian Army will be formed, and even if the Northern Ghost Emperor doesn't take action, he will raise troops for the Northern Expedition.

It's more than a month.

When the time came to July and a half, Zhang Heng burned incense and bathed, ushering in the fourth annual signing.

"The first annual signing, signed in the portal of the Republic of China plane."

"For the second annual signing, I signed the Teleportation Stone."

"For the third annual signing, I signed the Taiping Yaoshu."

Zhang Heng muttered in his heart: "What will it be this time?"

Compared with the same daily sign, the monthly sign is the same as teasing you.

Annual signing, never let him down.

Zhang Heng wanted to come to think of it, whether it was panacea, supernatural powers, magic weapons, or fairy clothes, he could accept them all.

"Sign in!"

Zhang Heng said silently in his heart.

"Ding~ Sign in successfully."

"You triggered the annual sign reward and got a portal to the Liaozhai plane."

"Special reminder: This Liaozhai plane is the comprehensive plane of Liaozhai Film and Television."

"Special note: The time flow rate of this world is the same as that of the Minguo plane."

what!
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to sign in for the fourth time, and the sign came to the Liaozhai plane.

Liaozhai!
There is an ancient saying: If you want to talk nonsense, talk about Liaozhai, if you want nonsense, pass on Ji Gong.

Liao Zhai and Ji Gong Chuan are all nonsense, which cannot be believed.

Now, the Liaozhai Plane has been opened, if you don’t believe me, I’m afraid it won’t work.

"good."

Zhang Heng thought for a while.

Now that the Huangtu world is on the right track, they just need to wait for the formation of the Huangtian army, there is not much to worry about.

Taking this opportunity, I can just go to the world of Liaozhai.

In Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio, there are not a few supernatural powers and treasures, and there are also monsters making trouble.

Zhang Heng has not seen many monsters.

But I heard that the demon has an inner alchemy, which can be brewed in wine and used as medicine, and alchemy to invigorate qi.

Strong body, strong mana, the most nourishing.

"Right now, the Huangtu world is calm, and there will be no major incidents in a short period of time."

"Stealing half a day's leisure in Fusheng, I just took this opportunity to visit the world of Liaozhai, search for rare treasures, snatch opportunities, fill my door, increase my background, and save myself working behind closed doors all day."

Zhang Heng made up his mind.

After explaining a thing or two about the matter at hand, he went to the world of Liaozhai from the secret room in the name of retreating.

Liaozhai World
It was raining heavily, and although it was only afternoon, it looked very drowsy.

Zhang Heng's ancient wood forest has a short canopy in the Yin system.

Walk through the jungle and see the green hills.

Taking a closer look, at the foot of the mountain not far away, leaning on the small lake, there is a family lighting lamps.

"The Master said: Learning and learning from time to time, it's not easy to talk about it. It's a pleasure to have friends from afar. People don't know but don't feel stunned. Isn't it a gentleman!"

Zhang Heng listened carefully.

I only heard someone reading in the thatched hut, the sound of wind, rain, and reading, and the sound entered my ears.

After listening for a while, Zhang Heng thought to himself: "Liao Zhai is an ancient world. The exact age of the book is unknown, but it is passed down in the same line as the Huaxia world. Listening to this person's reading is the Analects of Confucius. He should be a young scholar. I happened to go in and chat with him for a while. , find out where this is and what dynasty it is now."

Think of this.

Zhang Heng knocked on the door and said, "Is anyone there? I'm a passerby hiding from the rain."

"Passers-by?"

After half a sound.

A white scholar opened the door.

Opening the door and looking, Zhang Heng was wearing a canopy and his eyes were like stars, which was very extraordinary.

"Looking at a good-looking talent, he shouldn't be a bad guy."

The scholar threw away the short stick in his hand, bowed and said: "I kept you waiting for a long time. I don't go to the village in front of my place, and I don't go to the shop in the back. I thought I met a thief who beat the autumn wind. I'm really rude."

"No problem."

Zhang Heng took off his rain gear and followed the scholar into the house.

When I entered the house, I saw that the walls of the thatched house were bare, the windows were broken, and the roof was leaking everywhere. The only place in the house that did not leak was the desk and the bookshelf.

"It can be seen that you are a book lover."

There are futons in the room.

The scholar himself was shivering from the cold, so he didn't even take off the quilt to cover him, but put the quilt on the bookshelf to protect the bookshelf from wind and rain.

From this point of view, this person loves books even more than himself.

"Ashamed, ashamed."

The scholar smiled wryly: "I am a poor scholar, and I have nothing else but these sage books. If I am sick, I will pass after a long time. If I get wet with these books, it is a real sin."

It is difficult for ordinary people to have access to books.

There are more than a dozen books on the bookshelf, all of which are borrowed by scholars from classmates and teachers, and then copied and bound by themselves.

For these dozen or so books, he did not know how many people he begged and how many grievances he suffered.

Even if the house is bare and the food and rice are scarce, I would rather eat more leaves and weeds than sell even one book.

"The Analects, Daxue, Doctrine of the Mean, Mencius, Records of the Historian."

Zhang Heng glanced at it, and his eyes lit up when he saw Shi Ji on the bookshelf: "Can I read this book?"

"This"

The scholar hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "It's nothing to let you take a look, but you can't take it away, let alone dirty or damage it for me."

"It's natural."

Zhang Heng agreed.

Seeing that he agreed happily, the scholar didn't say anything more, took down the historical records from the bookshelf, and handed them to Zhang Heng carefully.

"Traditional characters!"

Zhang Heng flipped through the book.

The above characters are Chinese regular script, that is, traditional characters.

During the period of the Republic of China, he deliberately learned traditional Chinese characters, and he seemed to have no pressure.

"Spring and Autumn, Qin and Han Dynasties, Jin Dynasty, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Dasong Dynasty!!"

Zhang Heng glanced over.

All the above are correct, but after the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, it is no longer the Song Dynasty of Zhao Kuangyin, but the Dasong Dynasty.

Correspond with the scholar again.

It is now the 418th year of Dasong, more than 400 years have passed since the Dasong Dynasty ruled the world.

At present, corrupt officials are rampant, and there are many corrupt officials.

Land annexation is serious, classes are solidified, and there are often demons haunting them, and the common people can only muddle along.

As for the current boundary.

This is Shili Lake, not far ahead, there is also Shiliting Town.

The poem said: Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, every inch of blue silk is worrying about the beautiful years, looking at the moon to protect each other, only envying mandarin ducks but not immortals.

(End of this chapter)