My Sister is Very Obsessive

Looking at the overwhelming scene of planes and rockets on the phone screen, I couldn't help being secretly surprised. These foreigners are really rich, and planes and rockets cost 100 yuan each. This overwhelming scene has lasted for several minutes. Now, in just two or three minutes, the reward amount is probably more than 10,000 or 20,000.

Although I was surprised, the expression on my face did not change in the slightest. With a sincere and enthusiastic smile, I told the history of Chongshan to the foreigners watching the live broadcast from the screen.

"The war in the north began to continue, and there were differences among the Pakistani people. Finally, it was mentioned by the respected elders of various clans and a competition was held. The winner will become the leader of all the Pakistani people."

"Lin Jun won this competition, so he became the trusted leader of the Ba people."

"Lin Jun took the Ba people to migrate eastward, and came to the salt water generation. The evil dragon wanted to invade the salt water, but the salt water goddess resisted it. When the young and powerful leader Lin Jun knew about it, he shot angrily and beheaded the evil with the salt water goddess. Dragon, and the goddess of salt water also has a heart for it."

"The love at that time was very simple and very hot. Once you liked each other, you really liked each other. The young Lin Jun and the goddess of salt water spent a happy time together, but salt water is not what Ba people yearn for after all. A place to take root."

"For the development and reproduction of the clan, Jun Lin bid farewell to the retention of the goddess of salt water with tears, and left with the Ba people. The goddess of salt water painted colorful butterflies and sent them away for ten miles."

"Finally, the Pakistani people came to today's Chongshan, took root here again, built Jiangzhou City, and established the country of Ba!"

"After the establishment of the kingdom, Lord Lin dedicated his life to the country of Ba. After all, the lifespan of mortals has an end. Lord Lin did not return to Yanquan until he died. Hearing the news of Lord Lin's death, the goddess Yanyan ignored the goddess Haotian. The order, he turned into a colorful butterfly forever, left his jurisdiction, and came to Linjun's tomb."

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I made up this story. I remember that I saw the story of Lin Jun and the goddess of salt water in Shanhaijing. Now I can't remember the specifics, so I processed it through my own imagination.

However, looking at the various comments and expressions swiped on the screen, it seems that these international friends still like it.

After all, they are all myths and legends, and there may be historical basis, but they have long been unverifiable. There seems to be no big difference between the widely known version and my Shenle version except for the audience.

"It turns out that Chongshan is so ancient and long, the story of the rise of the tribe led by the epic heroes of ancient times, is so similar to our country's President Washington, who led the American nation and worked hard to create freedom and equality from oppression. and the American culture of fraternity.”

The words of the white man Li Ruite made me laugh. How can Washington be compared with my ancestors. The strength of the ancestors lies in the unyielding spirit that dissolves in the blood. This is the deepest heritage of a race, incomparable. .

However, due to the face of my international friends, it is inconvenient for me to directly refute, but I am noncommittal with a smile on my face.

After that, the screen kept swiping again or more, etc., expressing that he wanted to listen to more word barrages. Such an enthusiastic interaction made Li Ruite blushed with excitement.

"Shen Le, please be sure to satisfy everyone's request."

I was a little hesitant. Telling a story is not difficult for me. Just piecing together two to combine and process it will be a good legend.

Mainly because I'm afraid that my sister and mother will get tired of waiting, and it doesn't seem to be too early now.

So I turned my head and glanced at my mother and sister, only to find that they were sitting beside the black woman, looking at the phone with great interest.

Seeing me turn his head at this moment, he also took the initiative to raise his hand to say hello to me.

Since they are not in a hurry, then I am not in a hurry.

"Let's tell you another story of Bamanzi!"

"Bamanzi! I know this, is this the great general who cut his head to protect the country?" Li Ruite danced with excitement.

I nodded lightly, "I won't tell the story of his beheading today. Today, I'll tell the love story between him beheading the Black Dragon in Wushan, and Yao Ji, the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven."

Then it's time for my solo show.

I completely ignore history, legends, unofficial history and the like, and just follow my own hobbies.

The Wushan goddess Yaoji is a goddess I like very much, and naturally I want to add her to one of my most admired historical figures, Ba Manzi.

As for the so-called Goddess of the Wushan Dream of the King of Chu, I just haha.

The black dragon made waves in the Wu Gorge of the Yangtze River, causing the people of Wushan to suffer. Ba Manzi led the order to Wushan to kill the evil black dragon with his own power. The dragon head was suppressed under the Goddess Peak of Wushan. For three years, the whole length turned into a red river.

The goddess Yaoji was attracted by Ba Manzi's heroic appearance, but because she couldn't leave the Goddess Peak, she stood on the top of Wushan Mountain and looked at Jiangzhou. In the end, Ba Manzi guarded her hometown and cut her head to pay off her debts in order to defend against the country of Chu who borrowed troops from other places.

After Wushan Goddess heard about it, she knew that the hero she looked at every day would never come back, so she turned into a stone and looked at Jiangzhou every day.

The greatness of a hero needs to be set off by tragedy. Even if it is the same tearjerker, but because there is no bondage, even if there is a heroic soul who is unyielding to the death, it can only be called a dead man, and cannot be named in history.

After the second story was told, all kinds of barrages have been broken. Many people left messages in Chinese saying that they must go to Chongshan to feel the spirit of the hero hidden in the body of the Chinese and Pakistani people in this city. .

In fact, not only in ancient times, but also in modern times can still find the fearless spirit of the Gouli country that lives and dies in the land of Bashu.

When the Sichuan Army went out of Sichuan, these four words alone have been imbued with a layer of deep tragedy and solemnity by history.

But I don't plan to tell them, some stories, it is more profound and shocking than hearsay.

After telling the story, I took the initiative to tell Li Ruite that it was getting late and we were going home.

Li Ruite looked at him with a look of reluctance, which made me feel terrified.

"Can we exchange wechat numbers?"

Uh... I really can't refuse this, so I nodded and changed the wechat number with him.

"I will count the rewards of netizens today and send them to you through wechat!"

"No, no!" I smiled and waved my hand in rejection, "I have to thank you for giving me a platform to promote my hometown. As for the reward, I really don't need it!"

"I don't believe it. It's what it should be, it's what it is, it's what your story is in exchange for, so it should belong to you."

Li Ruite said with a straight face.

I'm embarrassed to tell him that these stories are all made up by me. He may pick up anyone here and tell them more orthodoxly and more tactfully than me.

But it is clear... Compared with serious official history, people prefer unofficial history, just like ordinary people's interest in government reports is completely inferior to that of a celebrity cheating scandal.

After pushing and shoving with Li Ruite for a while, neither of us convinced anyone. It was really late when we finally met, so I had to take the initiative to say goodbye to her, and then walked up to the next level with my mother, sister and Mengmeng. go.