Conferring the title of Mountain God?
Wei Yuan looked at Wuzhiqi, who looked like he only needed a hand, and his mouth twitched.
Simple?
I'm simple as hell.
Do you think I'm easy to fool?
Wei Yuan looked at Wuzhiqi, speechless.
He had spent several lifetimes felling mountains and destroying temples.
Wei Yuan's understanding of mountains was not much worse than Wuzhiqi's, so he knew that the mountain that was qualified to be connected with the seal in his hand actually referred to a special mountain with earth veins and spiritual veins. The so-called connection between the seal and the mountain was actually to connect the seal and the spiritual veins.
Only such a mountain could bear the weight of the Earth God.
Felling a mountain meant cutting off this connection, or even cutting off the spiritual veins and extracting them directly.
Logically speaking, Wuzhiqi's proposal was feasible.
But this was after the law of the Earth God appeared for thousands of years.
Which famous mountain has not been conferred by successive dynasties? Not to mention that now that the gods of the earth have disappeared, most of the famous mountains and treasures that have been revealed are occupied by the sects. To be honest, Longhu Mountain definitely has enough spiritual veins and qualifications to carry a mountain god.
But how can Wei Yuan connect this seal with the Dragon and Tiger ancestral veins?
Wuzhiqi noticed the embarrassment and headache on Wei Yuan's face, snorted, and said calmly:
"That's what I did back then, you still can't do it."
Wei Yuan knew that when the Huai River system was at its largest, the borders spread all the way to Yunmengze and Xiangshui, and there were countless water gods under his command. Wuzhiqi was directly the water lord of the Huai River system. I didn't know how Wuzhiqi gathered so many water gods before, but now I know it clearly.
I know it, but it is completely impossible to replicate it.
Wei Yuan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and planned to go back and ask the Tianshi Mansion, and send a message to Nujiao, asking if she knew about the ownerless sacred mountain treasure land in this era.
In fact, he already had some ideas in his mind.
After all, he stored a whole book of Shanhaijing in his mind.
......
Wuzhiqi stared at Wei Yuan with golden eyes and said, "What are you thinking about?"
Wei Yuan came back to his senses, shook his head, and replied, "Nothing."
After being interrupted by Wuzhiqi, he sighed in his heart and dismissed this idea.
After all, after King Yu died in his life, he had driven all the Shanhai foreign lands out of the human world. Now those mountains are still unknown. Besides, even if he found them, it would be too difficult to connect the mountains of the Shanhai period where powerful creatures lived everywhere.
If I remember correctly, in that era, there were actually naturally born mountain gods.
There are those with names, such as Zhulong, the god of Zhongshan, Luwu, the hill of Kunlun, and the mountain arrogance of Pingfeng.
Even those who did not leave their specific names are born gods.
He, Wei Yuan, came with the seal.
There is no doubt that he was going to smash the places of those born gods and slap the faces of those mountain gods.
This new hatred and old hatred, hatred on hatred, it would be strange if he didn't get angry on the spot.
Wei Yuan shook his head and dismissed all these thoughts. He took back the seal and planned to put this idea aside for the time being. If it didn't work, he would go to the bottom of the sea to find a small spiritual vein. It shouldn't be a problem to charge the seal. Wuzhiqi saw that he seemed to give up, and didn't say much.
Wei Yuan stayed for a while and prepared to leave.
Seeing that Wuzhiqi seemed to be ready to start the game, he kindly reminded: "Suijun, this game is more time-consuming. Pay attention to the power when you play." He pointed to the icon of the civilization game. Wuzhiqi didn't care and just waved his hand.
Wei Yuan used his water control ability to leave.
Wuzhiqi closed his eyes and sat cross-legged at the bottom of the Huai River.
He counted silently in his heart.
One,
Two,
Three.
After three breaths of Wei Yuan's departure.
Wuzhiqi suddenly opened his eyes, his body became smaller, and he opened the King of Fighters that he had played in his dream last time. He started to play with great interest, but just as Wei Yuan had considered before, for a game that sells fighting, it has limited appeal to a being like Wuzhiqi.
After playing several games, he began to feel bored.
At this time, he noticed the civilization icon in the corner.
Do you want to try it?
Wuzhiqi moved the mouse, and at this time he thought of Wei Yuan's reminder before he left. He glanced at the battery level. There was still 87% of the battery. 87% of the battery, how much energy does a mere game consume? How much time can it take?
So Wuzhiqi sneered, not taking it seriously, moved the mouse, and clicked on the game.
Game, start.
It's four o'clock in the afternoon now, just play for a while and try other games.
......
Wei Yuan used the water control method to return to Quan City.
It seems that because of the use of mana, there is a slight tingling in the heart, but it is not obvious.
If this pain increases with the increase of mana call, once it bursts out with all its strength, it will even experience the pain of being pierced by a sharp blade again. It seems that during this period, it is necessary to use the seal to make a few divine decrees and put them on the body for protection.
Wei Yuan sent a message to Nujiao, and found that Nujiao had read it but did not reply, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
My head hurts.
Every time at this time, I miss you very much.
Yu.
When will you come back?
Wei Yuan sighed and had to think about other things while scanning a shared bicycle.
Riding back slowly.
When returning to the museum, I saw a somewhat unexpected figure. It was a 30-year-old man wearing dark green clothes and frowning. He was the man I saw twice yesterday. Today, he came to the front of the museum again, hesitating and wanting to go in, but he seemed to be a little hesitant.
Coming once could be said to be just a coincidence, but he was still hesitant the second time, obviously something was wrong.
Wei Yuan stopped the car and took the initiative to say: "This guest."
The man seemed to be startled. He took a step forward and turned around to look in the direction of the voice. He saw that the person who spoke was a young man with a slightly pale face and a gentle demeanor, which made his subconsciously tense nerves relax.
Wei Yuan pointed at the museum, as if he didn't see his awkwardness, just as if he was trying to attract customers, and said with a smile:
"Dear guest, although my shop is a little small, there are still some interesting things. Do you want to go in and take a look?"
He paused and joked: "After all, we are here."
It seems that the person in front of him is very young, or perhaps the tone of his opening is easy to talk to.
The man hesitated and nodded slowly.
"An Shengming."
He added: "My name is An Shengming."
......
"Mr. An, here."
Wei Yuan handed An Shengming a bottle of tea.
Sitting on the sofa, he opened a can of Coke and said with a smile:
"Just take a look. Although I don't have much here, it's still interesting."
An Shengming's eyes swept from the things on the cabinet, and finally fell on the Buddha statue and bronze mirror that Wei Yuan had brought back before. He paused, as if because of fear, his neck shrank back, and then looked away.
Wei Yuan noticed this and didn't say much.
An Shengming was silent for a long time, holding the drink bottle with both hands, and said:
"Actually, I came here to ask if you accept things here?"
"Not the ordinary kind..."
After he said this, he raised his head and saw that the young man opposite him didn't change his expression at all. He leaned against the sofa and motioned him to continue. Although his face was a little pale and sick, it made his eyes look deep, like a pool of abyss.
Wei Yuan thought for a moment and said, "This is a museum, and we just happen to be short of collections."
"What exactly is it? Please tell me in detail."
An Shengming breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's a painting."
"Ancient painting."
"In the painting, there is a woman in red."
Wei Yuan said, "Ancient painting of a woman in red, it doesn't sound like something very special."
An Shengming nodded, his face a little pale, and said:
"But this painting, this painting is different."
While speaking, his face was a little pale, and his palms were trembling slightly.
Until Wei Yuan's fingers outlined a calming and tranquilizing talisman, An Shengming calmed down.
He smiled apologetically, organized his words, and slowly began to tell the story.
......
My name is An Shengming.
I'm already over 30 years old. At my age, I live like a cow, holding my neck.
I have old people above me and young children below me, and I'm busy all day long.
But my father's 60th birthday, no matter how busy I am, I have to make good arrangements.
So I took some time to go back to the old house to clean up. In the old house, I found an ancient painting that was put away. The painting depicts a young woman in red clothes. Somehow, I always feel that she is smiling at me, but I just admired the painting and put it away.
The house is not big, but it has been shelved for many years, and it took a lot of effort to clean it.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face.
But it was so strange.
I was the only one in the old house.
Why do I always feel that someone is staring at me from behind when I wash my face?