Waste Strong Foundation

Waited half a minute.

Two groups of dark green light spots floated over one after another, turning into two mountain gods with horse heads and human bodies.

Holding melons and fruit snacks in both hands, Xiao Ma arched the shoulders of the mountain god beside him, "Hurry up, it's a rare opportunity."

The mountain god's mane was thicker than that of the pony, and he bowed nervously to Fei Mingqiu, "The little one is here. I just came back from a trip, so luckily I caught up with him."

The pony also nodded, probably because he had been recuperating in the mountains for too long recently and hadn't seen any living people. The frequent trembling of the ears of the two horses was eye-catching.

Fei Mingqiu calmly accepted the bow and compliment from the mountain god, and asked them if they knew where the nearby iron mine was.

Henan has a vast land and rich resources, but iron ore resources are relatively poor.

In particular, one thing needs to be considered: at present, they do not have modern tools to dig underground veins, and lean ore exposed on the surface is the best choice.

The two horses turned their heads to each other and muttered for a while.

Xiao Ma: "It seems that there is one next door to me. You are always waiting. We juniors will always scrape together some for you."

Fei Mingqiu was a little embarrassed to be so sought after by the mountain gods, "It's not in a hurry."

The little horse immediately went down the slope and said, "Hey, actually iron ore is really difficult to deal with. Our mountain god belongs to earth, and iron ore belongs to gold. They are not born from the same root. How can we fry each other in a hurry...Since you keep talking, then Let's find a way to get a few small baskets, will you use them first?"

Fei Mingqiu nodded.

He didn't expect that from that day on, he would see a large basket of iron ore that had been preliminarily screened every day when he went out, sometimes with some local products.

For example, wild taro, purple mulberry, the scope of local specialties is getting wider and wider, and later even fresh mangosteen and wild bananas appeared.

Just, just outrageous.

According to common sense, these things should be produced in the coastal areas further south, right?

This is Henan, not Hainan, everyone.

As a result, when the Matou Mountain God heard this, he naturally took out a square card made of glass, saying that there was a small group among their mountain gods.

Fei Mingqiu: "???"

The mountain god swipe the friend groups and blacklists that appeared on the square card with his finger, and told him: "Tianmen is the place where the gods communicate. Somehow, mortals broke in. The middle and lower levels are always chaotic, too noisy. We like Jing—I also like gossip, 2 years ago, everyone imitated the practice of mortals in the later generations, and made this "Little Smart", so that they can communicate with each other if they have nothing to do, and it is convenient to eat and drink."

Fei Mingqiu: "???"

Mountain God: "This time, the Great Mountain God who governs us proposed a group-building tourism plan. We all went, so we couldn't respond to your old call in the first place. We are really sorry, but it is really happy for everyone to get together and eat melons. ——Ahem, after I came back, I wanted to make amends. Don't be too disgusted, although this wild banana is small and bitter, it has a flavor that you can't eat here."

Fei Mingqiu thought about it, held back some complaints, and asked the mountain gods to find some plants and animals for him.

Especially the cotton that gradually flowed into the Central Plains from the Northwest and the South China Sea.

In order to reduce the mortality rate of the aborigines in the city, in addition to ensuring daily food reserves, keeping warm is also very important.

The mountain gods have never heard of cotton, but they just pat their chests to vouch for it.The Liuli Fang Pai is not as convenient and fast as Tianmen or modern satellites. It may take months or even decades for the mountain gods on the top of the eighty mountains to complete a distant contact.

Therefore, Fei Mingqiu just mentioned something and didn't take it to heart.

Just when [-] players were building houses and raising the temperature of the furnace to forge iron, outsiders came to visit.

In addition to the caravan of the Lianshan Brothers, there were also two old men whose hands and feet were broken and imprisoned in a cage.

The rain is in a line, and the high and wide eaves seem to be shrouded in a layer of halo. On the pillars, Newton-Leibniz formula and dog head emoji are engraved by someone.

This is the new conference hall built by the players.

Lian Shanshou and Lian Shanyang washed their hands and faces, and sat by the fire pit to drink broth.

They brought low-quality food wine, not drunk, their faces were flushed, and they couldn't help telling the latest interesting stories loudly when they were in a good mood.

The businessman who travels north and south is humorous and likes to make up ghost stories. He is clearly the earliest adventure novelist in ancient times.

If the players who went online after dinner finished their daily tasks and occasionally came in to listen, the hall slowly filled up.

Lian Shanyang intended to curry favor with these aliens. He heard Fei Mingqiu mention that the tall man who haunted the river broke into Yanchi not long ago, patted his forehead and recalled: "Woohoo, it's fine. Our brothers also said casually Say. By the way, do you know why we came back so quickly this time? We caught two people on the way—my brother said they might be your people."

Shang Yuan smiled.

Fei Mingqiu asked without confidence: "Where is it?"

With his current physical condition, he can't guarantee to restrain the behavior of all players, maybe some players really leave the city privately...

Lian Shanshou was the best at observing words and expressions, and whispered to the horse driver behind him, "Bring me up."

The caravan traded slaves, and the most indispensable thing was cages and instruments of torture.

Two naked old men sat slumped in the wooden cage, with indigo dragon totem tattoos on their chests, and they both lowered their eyes and muttered.

These short and powerful words sound very similar to the player's Mandarin to the Lianshan Brothers.

No wonder they canceled two trips early to rush back to Yanchi for a deal.

The purpose is to sell the "goods" that are still alive. If they die in their hands, they will not only be worthless, but also cause trouble.

The hall was full of players and it was very noisy.

Fei Mingqiu couldn't hear anything, only the sound of heartbeat and breathing, but he couldn't help taking half a step forward as if he was being tempted by something.

The sixth sense of bad luck jumped into his eyes, he was startled, feeling bad——

The hands and feet of the two old men suddenly pointed to the sky in a strange posture, opened their eyes full of whites, and sang in unison:

"The two emperors of Taigu, Fuxi and Shennong, the eight poles of yin and yang, drink from the gods.

"The Great Wilderness Spirit Mountain, from which the ten witch ladders go up and down; from the south to the northwest, from the east to the east, Chixian County of Kyushu is in the center.

"Only I, Emperor Jun, invented the world, reproduced, and became a god, and lived by the Tao.

"What is your god? What is your life? Why don't you commit suicide and apologize?"

Every word contains infinite power, and every syllable becomes a deep oppression.

The vast universe and an indomitable god appeared in front of his eyes, and the listener immediately felt his own insignificance, despicableness and sin.

He is neither a god nor a descendant of a god.

Hiding in the shadow of "Fei Mingqiu" and imitating kindness and gentleness, what kind of plan does he really have to live?

Eyeballs filled with the whites of his eyes multiplied crazily in Fei Mingqiu's mind, constantly interfering with his thoughts, and his reason and will collapsed in piles.

calm.calm.

This is……

All thoughts come true.

In the form of singing, you can give full play to your supernatural powers and respond to every thought!

Fei Mingqiu took another half step forward with difficulty, holding the cane with both hands and instructing it to suck blood, the pain reaching the brain slightly eased the desire to die.

The two old people sang again: "What is your god? What is your fate?"

The Father God who created the language casts a gaze from the lofty divine realm, waiting indifferently for the result of this warning.

The situation took a turn for the worse, Fei Mingqiu didn't immediately realize that all the voices including his actions were his own hallucinations——

or, in other words—

The moment he and the old man looked at each other, he was forcibly pulled into the gate of heaven by the other party!

The Tianmen where the gods communicate is actually a battlefield where the gods attack, curse and fight each other.

Fei Mingqiu realized this, and finally escaped from the thoughts of suicide.

But his behavior was strictly restricted, and he couldn't stop the old man from singing.

These rhythmic ancient prose convey the same meaning: Why should he compete with God?What kind of god is he?

If he can't answer this question, then he will never be able to break the opponent's magical powers, and finally succumb to the opponent's order.

Fei Mingqiu sat down cross-legged, his hands lost sensation due to excessive tension.

The old man continued to sing: "Si You, Hei Chi, Bai Min, San Shen, Wife Xi and Chang Xi, and Son Hou Ji Shujun. What kind of spirit are you? Dare to fight?"

Fei Mingqiu felt dizzy and frightened when he heard it, and he relied on biting his fingers to resist the continuous loss of consciousness.

The suppressor implanted by the doctor in his heart was still pulling his legs, and the subtle bioelectricity crazily stimulated the brain nerves, making him break out in a cold sweat.

The old man persisted and asked: "What is your god? Why don't you kill yourself?"

Fei Mingqiu was in so much pain that he forgot to breathe, and the feeling of trembling and numbness spread from his fingertips all the way to the newly scabbed bite marks on the back of his neck.

Be it Fuxi, Xihe, or the mountain gods on the eighty hills, each of them is always playing riddles.

How does he know who he is!

The sun and the moon, which can be picked by hand, flashed past and back before my eyes.

The resplendent palaces of Kunlun Mountain opened towards him one by one.

The Enlightened Beast who silently waited for the dawn with him turned its nine heads and called out to him.

Fei Mingqiu waved his slender cane and pierced the tongues of the two old men, looked at the sky coldly, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "I am your father."

The author says:

[23.09 has been completed.

Unprecedented short dbq...the rest is still in the code ==

My sister is getting married, friend A is looking for me, and friend B is looking for me... I urgently need to learn "Time Management" (), I will fill it up after finishing it tonight [Chapter V does not charge for supplementary words].