Human Brain Ranch

Emperor Shi Guangzhi thought for a long time, laughed thoroughly, and cupped his fists in worship, Today, the gods descended into the world and solved the doubts of the human race. I need your words. Since I wish the Wu Kingdom a bright future, I can rest in peace after my death!

As far as this is concerned, three questions and three answers are over.

Zhu Zhengwei sipped his tea quietly.

He knew that this paranoid and fanatical man had always held a pure dream since he was a boy who promoted change, but today he finally chose to drown with his own dream.

When the tea in the teacup was exhausted, Zhu Zhengwei left leisurely step by step. The holy white light lingered around him. Suddenly, the figure said softly: Cast the sacred scroll with your body, fold your head and ask the immortals. Who said that the emperor will die if he sacrifices his life to enter the country? ?”

In the end, riding a multicolored sunset glow, it flew away into the sky.

Emperor Shi Guangzhi stood alone in front of the tea shed, his body tall and straight like an ancient pine.

Soon, he sent guards and historians, and said lightly:

I said, you write.

yes!

A historian raised his pen respectfully.

I'm going to God today, three questions and three answers.

I wish Wu Jiangshan, standing on the continent surrounded by thousands of seas, the country that swallows the wind and drinks the air, begins with me.

Emperor Shi Guangzhi kept talking, his voice was full of a sense of domineering, he stood silently overlooking the distant royal city, while talking, he seemed to be reviewing what he had just said, his eyes were filled with thousands of emotions, which made people move.

Crash.

The haze on his body gradually dissipated completely.

Silky, colorful, like a cloud fairy waving ribbons.

At this moment, all the fairy grass looked at the back of the tall and straight old man, felt an unprecedented weight of history, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

The three questions asked by the emperor and the three answers given by the gods can be called classics.

Every word and sentence is full of twists and turns, exquisite and exquisite, and can be read carefully back and forth. This seems to be a step in a heroic mythical epic. The gods in the ancient times had a dialogue with the first emperor in the world.

The collision and agitation of the huge auras of the two people sitting under the tea shed just now made their hearts agitated!

Every question and answer, everywhere is the climax of the movie, which makes people fascinated!

If you compare the history of the earth's civilization, it is no less than the immortals in the sky coming to the mortal world, seeing the first human emperor in China, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

Someone suddenly remembered an allusion and exclaimed in surprise:

The Yellow Emperor ascended the throne, benefiting the heavens, cultivating virtue together, only benevolence is the way, the universe is peaceful, I have not seen the phoenix, I only think about its image, I have been sleeping in the morning, and I am calling the old man to ask about it!

Listening to the majestic and majestic ancient records, everyone seemed to be somewhat similar, similar in shape to what was in front of them.

Sunset dusk.

The sun has only the last ray of afterglow left.

Everything seemed very quiet, only the rustling wind and the swaying sounds of the fairy grass seemed to be telling the vicissitudes of time.

As the sun sets, time passes by every minute.

This is really a good weather, I have no regrets in this life. Emperor Shi Guangzhi said the last word, his breath completely collapsed, and he laughed heartily.

After the historian silently sorted out the conversation, he raised his head and saw Emperor Shi Guangzhi sitting on a chair in the tea shed, no longer breathing. The eyes of this old man before he died were still staring at the sea. The location of the Stone Wall is the ocean outside the world, which is the vast world described by the gods.

The historian's pupils dilated, and he froze.

My lord, I'm dead. He ran out crazily and notified all the palace ministers.

On the edge of the entire tea shed, the temple stood still, and the world seemed to have completely quieted down at this moment. There was no more sound. In the entire venue, there was only an old and dead king and a lot of swaying fairy grass.

They were also stunned. After going through the magnificent dialogue, they only felt their eyes were red and their five senses were mixed.

I suddenly remembered that post, the perspective of the weed on the tea shed, the traveler under the tea shed at sunset that day, his eyes were full of longing all the time, he was the leader of the revolution that year and the mole with tears Talking to the man, the spirit is high-spirited, just like the sentence: When I was young in fresh clothes and angry horses, I saw all the flowers in Chang'an!

I recalled that other scene later, when he ruled the slave dynasty but was extremely desperate, he found the weed on the tea shed, and finally swallowed it. This weak mortal who swung a knife at the false gods and monarchs of the Three Kingdoms at the same time continued the previous generation. The path of the Great Slave Emperor will eventually lead to his destiny!

Wooooow!

In the blink of an eye, the scene is still the same. He has shocked the mythical emperors in the world, and he is still in the tea shed. He is old and gone, but the god is still there. Under the tea shed, he is as elegant as before.

I saw his whole life.

Woooooo! This reveals fate and reincarnation!

We are all the dust of this long history!

They suddenly had a thousand emotions.

Some people died, but he was still alive.

Some people named Emperor Shi Guangchangheng rode on the heads of the people to do their best, and some people bent down to serve the people as cattle and horses,

Some people named Emperor Shi Guang Changshou wanted to engrave their names on stones and wanted to be immortal, and some people would rather be weeds and wait for the underground fire to burn.

Some people obviously can live longer, but they choose to lead by example, as the leader of the people to accept the life of a person, to accept the saddest thing that everyone in the world has to face, birth, old age, sickness, die.

Obviously he was so unwilling, yet he chose to accept such a sad thing.

Cast the holy scroll with your body, fold your head and ask the immortals. Who will say that the emperor will die if you sacrifice your life to enter the country? Someone suddenly opened his mouth, chewing on the poem of the true god just now, feeling full of the heroism of the majestic epic of the common people's pursuit of longevity smell!

Perhaps, his body decayed and his soul dissipated, but his spirit became a real immortal.

Sacrificing one's life to enter the country, who says the emperor is dead? Someone began to repeat.

Someone's eyes were red, and they cried out loudly, wishing there was a roll of paper next to them, to wipe away their tears from watching far beyond epic mythological dramas, and couldn't help but follow suit and say:

Sacrificing one's life to enter the country, who will say that the emperor will die? The essence of human beings is a repeater.

Rumble!

The sound waves rolled.

In the Immortal Pond, they suddenly chanted that sentence without saying a word at the same time, rolling sound waves, rolling in the heaven and earth, seeing off this great saint.

The ministers who came over also stared blankly at all this.

They found the whole scene of an extremely miraculous dream.

The corpse of that old man was surrounded by the Qi of the Sea of ​​Clouds and Sea of ​​Food Qi which is the source of the entire human way. It was like a huge wave rolling over and over again, as if there was a neat hymn of immortal music, sending off this great Human Sovereign.

In this fairy pond, the fairy grass is swaying neatly, and the inexplicable small singing voice rises and falls with the wild grass.

The sound became louder and louder, resounding through the entire city of hundreds of stones, passing through the hills, fields, and deserts, and seemed to resound in the ears of all the people, as if mourning, as if singing, as if mourning.

Everyone raised their heads inexplicably and heard this inexplicable hymn.

in the sea.

The other immortal grasses who were not at the scene of the six hundred immortal grasses also began to sing and repeat the sentence: Who says the emperor dies when he sacrifices his life to enter the country?

These fairy grasses, what will be left for this era.

It proves that they have witnessed, that although they are spectators in this world, they have been here.

Boom!

All the thousand celestial grasses have entered a certain frequency, and as the thousand cornerstones of the whole world, they start to vibrate the world in a special way.

A faint burst of praise came from the sky, spreading to every corner of the world, the secluded seaside country, the bronze country, every town, every barren land.

Under a big banyan tree.

An old man is playing chess.

The residents of the surrounding residential buildings pushed open the windows and walked out of the houses.

They only felt that a certain thread in their hearts was broken, that a certain stalwart existence had fallen, and the world began to be stained with a layer of sadness.

The old man raised his head and couldn't help laughing, It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable! Those fairy grasses still have such secrets. People who feel the world and listen to the affairs of the world, how many people can't help it? The mystery of groping.

In the endless ocean.

A luxurious and magnificent underwater kingdom is being built.

A behemoth of a huge shadow raised its head and emerged from the sea.

He seemed to see a ray of light above the clouds of the continent, a holy and pure white light, as if piercing through the entire night that was approaching dusk.

That is?? She was stunned.

What a nice view.

It turns out that in this world, the man with the mole of tears came back again. She closed her eyes lightly, as if listening to the wind.

In the city of a hundred stones in the entire kingdom, all the breath eaters, Zhu Wu, knelt down and sang loudly.

That's anger!

This is the air of sunset!

No! That's what the celestial grasses are talking about, seeing off this stalwart emperor of our human race!

In the history of later generations, there should be records: the death of a saint, the vision of the sky, the gods see him off, the fairy grass mourns for it, and all things mourn for it! The common people cry for it!