I became famous for broadcasting my life as a social animal to different dynasties

The movie ended and Zhou Jinyu nodded in admiration.

The filming was really grand. Compared to the male protagonist, the two kings, Baldwin IV and Saladin, were extremely outstanding.

It makes you want to explore their world further.

At the end of the film, Saladin straightened and avoided the cross, which shows that true believers will respect each other.

Looking back at the increasingly serious conflicts in the region today, Zhou Jinyu feels very sorry. With technology becoming more and more advanced, why is it that people's thinking is not as advanced as that of the past?

If both parties in the conflict could respect each other's beliefs, there would be much less harm.

After watching a movie, Zhou Jinyu stood up and stretched.

The man was already drunk.

Those who had wives were led home by their wives, while those who didn’t had to go home by themselves, holding on to the wall.

Yuan Fei staggered back to the living room and collapsed on the sofa.

Zhou Jinyu and Yuan's mother cleaned up the garbage, washed up, and went to bed.

The next morning, the two of them took the train back to Lingnan. Mother Yuan was reluctant to leave, so Yuan Fei said, "Come with us to Lingnan."

"Forget it. I'll lose my life if I lose my vegetables." Mother Yuan immediately put away her sad expression.

He waved his hand disdainfully at Yuan Fei: "Hurry up and leave. Just remember to come back during the New Year."

Zhou Jinyu hugged her: "We will."

After getting on the high-speed train, Yuan Fei closed his eyes as he sat in his seat. He had drunk too much last night and was still feeling a little dizzy.

Zhou Jinyu also closed his eyes and rested.

At the same time, the Han Dynasty.

A man came to a closed courtyard, looked around cautiously, and then knocked on the door three times.

"Who is it?" A hoarse voice came from the door.

"It's me, Weber."

The wooden door creaked open, and the white-haired old man first looked behind the person who was coming in, then stepped aside to let the man in.

"Is everything going well?" The old man poured a cup of tea for the man in the yard.

"It's okay for now, but if it lasts too long, I'm afraid something might go wrong." The man said in a deep voice.

"..." The old man was silent for a while: "There are still two days before Miss Zhou's interaction, but it is not certain that we will be selected..."

"Let's do our best and leave the rest to fate." The man drank the tea in his hand.

“…If it really doesn’t work, then leave it to…” The old man pointed to the sky.

"Oh, Wei Bo. Are you still so naive?" The man sneered: "Now the court is ruled by relatives and eunuchs persecute loyal officials. If it weren't for the appearance of the Sky Curtain, it would have been rotten to the point of being unrecognizable. But even with the warning of the Sky Curtain, what can it do? Can the rotten court become good again?"

The old man sighed and said, "I am old now. I will leave those... to you."

"The best solution is to hand it over to Miss Zhou. Those... will only avoid unrest in the future!" The man looked up at the clean and tidy high-speed rail carriage on the sky and whispered, "I will wait here for two more days. If we are chosen, the problem will be solved."

The old man also looked up at the sky. There were many old men like him there. They were all dressed neatly and cleanly, and their spirits and demeanors showed the prosperity and carefreeness that are unique to later generations. He looked envious: "I never thought that the rest of my life would be based on this sky."

The man said, "Many people are like this. In the city, many women have started to run small businesses to support their families. Officials who want to make a difference have also begun to pay attention to their children's education and even built schools out of their own pockets."

"The sky curtain must always be there..." the old man whispered.

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door.

The man immediately stood up and walked into the room, and the old man quickly hid the teacup on the table among the flowers nearby.

Then he called out slowly, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Mr. Wei." A child's voice came from outside the door.

The old man opened the door and it turned out to be Zheng Zhicheng, the son of the widow of the Zheng family next door.

"Mr. Wei." Zheng Zhicheng bowed respectfully to him and handed him a bag of dim sum in his hand. "This is the dim sum my mother made by imitating Tianmu. We set up a stall on the street to do some business. Everyone likes this dim sum. My mother asked me to give you some to try."

The old man took the snack and said, "Thank you mother for your trouble. Have you done your homework?"

"It's done. I record the matters concerning the skylight every day and will send it to you for your review tomorrow." Zheng Zhicheng replied.

"Okay, remember to study hard. But you have to remember that now is not the future. There are some things that can be done in the future but not now. Do you understand?" the old man said seriously.

“Students remember their teachers’ teachings.”

"Okay, go back early and don't let your mother worry." The old man waved his hand.

"Well, sir, I'm going back." Zheng Zhicheng said goodbye to the old man and left.

The old man closed the door, took the snacks back to the yard and placed them on the table.

I took one and put it in my mouth, nodding. It tasted really good.

"Uncle Wei, are you accepting students?" The man sat down in front of him and took a snack.

"Not really. The child lost his father at the age of five, and was raised by his widowed mother with great difficulty. After the sky curtain appeared, although everyone could understand the words on it, there were still some differences from the words we have now. The child compared them word by word and wrote them down one by one. I thought he was hardworking, so I gave him a few pointers." The old man said slowly.

The man smiled and said, "This kid must be very good to be able to get your hard work." After that, he looked at the sky and said, "I'm going back first."

"Be careful."

"I understand." The man rode out of the city at a gallop.

After many twists and turns, we arrived at a village at the foot of a mountain.

The man tied up the horse and walked into the mountains.

The path through the dense woods was narrow and difficult to walk on, but the man familiarly navigated around various obstacles and reached his destination.

That's a river.

The man came to a wooden house by the river, and the people inside came up to him and asked, "Are you back?"

"Yeah." The man said as he took off his clothes.

"It's getting dark, why do you still want to go into the water?" He handed him a leather bag filled with air.

"I just want to take a look." The man took the leather bag, took a deep breath and jumped into the water.

The man didn't know how many times he swam in the water, but each time seemed like the first time.

After swimming for a while, he saw a dark object through his blurry vision.

The man swam over slowly, and the black object gradually revealed its true appearance. It was a huge bronze tripod!

The whole body is engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns and mountains and rivers. Even though it is rusty, it is still shocking.

There are as many as nine such bronze tripods under the water!

The man's hand gently stroked the bronze tripod with a solemn expression.

Not long after, the man surfaced and took a deep breath. The people in the wooden house hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? No one can steal those things."

The man took the dry cloth, wiped his body, and put on his clothes: "No king here is worthy of these heavy weapons. Only..." He looked at the bright and hopeful afterlife in the sky.

The future generations who belong to the people are the real owners of the Nine Cauldrons!