Chapter 662

After the mysterious and magnificent scene in front of him, the headmaster thought that he would come to the rumoured "tianque fairyland".

There are many descriptions of the celestial world in ancient Chinese literature.

In the romance of the gods and journey to the west, he has read:

on that heavenly palace, there are thousands of golden lights rolling in red and thousands of auspicious Qi spraying purple mist. I can see that the South Gate of heaven is blue and blue, and it is made of glass; the gate of Ming Dynasty is made of precious jade On the birthday platform, there are famous flowers that have never been removed for thousands of years; there are thousands of evergreen herbs by the medicine refining furnace. In front of the pilgrimage building, the crimson gauze clothes, the stars are bright, and the lotus crown is resplendent. Jade hairpin, pearl shoes, red ribbon and gold medal

Anyway, you can think of the beautiful words are piled up.

How gorgeous how to come.

After the previous rendering, the headmaster thought that this sub space should be beautiful and full of immortal charm, even if it was not as magnificent as described in the vernacular novel.

When the spectacle disappeared, all he saw was sand and debris.

The blazing sun is hanging in the sky, and the hot wind blows through the yellow sand and raises fine dust.

The headmaster is a bit confused

He thought he had crossed the wrong place and arrived in the northwest of China.

Of course,

the sensory response is not credible.

Ms. Qian takes the lead to go to the hinterland of this subspace.

They did not choose to shuttle or fly in the spirit world, but walked on the yellow sand step by step.

Along the way,

the headmaster and Morgan saw a dry and weathered skeleton buried in the yellow sand, with a rusty sword in their hands and a withered and mottled armor on their bodies.

When you get to the ruins, you can see more skeletons.

And then they saw many different skeletons.

Some of those skeletons are very large, others are not human at all It's an alien look.

The headmaster finally failed to restrain his curiosity and asked, "here, always like this?"

Ms. Qian shook her head: "of course not."

She also glanced at the subspace all over the yellow sand and said: "there was a great battle here in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, which even directly led to the injury of the Chinese dragon veins, and even led to the decline of hundreds of years later Countless sword immortals, martial saints and martial arts masters launched an attack on the so-called God, annihilating the last bit of divine power. "

This,

is the story that happened here.

Ms. Qian finished the story here with a few words.

But with the long yellow sand and white bones, we can know how tragic the story was.

How magnificent it is!

Human beings,

hold up their weapons to the "God" above with their flesh and blood, and send out an unyielding cry.

They didn't want to be slaves,

so they charged against the sky,

and vowed to annihilate the divine power!

Thinking of what happened here, the headmaster is agitated, and he only feels that his blood is constantly stirring! I wish I could have lived hundreds of years earlier and fought together with those martyrs!

The president took a deep breath and pressed his blood: "in the middle of the 20th century, I attended a theological conference in the field of aliens. There was an interesting topic during the meeting. A theological professor named Marshall asked the representative of huaxiafang: why do Chinese people have no faith?"

This is a very sharp question.

Even now,

all kinds of beliefs, whether political or religious, are popular in the western world.

They even judge a person's moral standards by whether they have religious beliefs or not.

The headmaster felt very funny at that time.

Are there few filthy scum among those who have faith?

The crimes committed or planned by those people can be regarded as shocking. Their so-called believers are sensational in their evil deeds to the outside world and internal strife.

It's just that!

They also feel sacred.

I don't know who gave them confidence.

But the general environment was like this, even if they were wearing the emperor's new clothes, no one dared to jump out and say - look, you don't have anything on.

Later,

a representative of Huaxia Fang stood up and said, "the Chinese people do not believe in the so-called God, but their own ancestors, but the truth that the sages of our ancestors thought and enlightened."

President: "the Chinese representative also said that there may have been so-called gods in China. But their ancestors did not prostrate to worship them, but shot them down from the sky, and even compiled recipes. Drilling wood for fire, Kua Fu pursues the sun, Hou Yi shoots at the sun These pure folk myths are the embodiment of the Chinese spirit. "Today,

the president still remembers the sonorous and forceful speech of the representative.

After hearing this, Ms. Qian nodded and said with a smile, "you should be Mr. Xu Minzhi. He is highly accomplished in the study of the history of Eastern theology. "

It's a pity that this gentleman is dead.

His son, Mr. Xu Hua, is now a leading figure in the history of Chinese mythology.

During the chat,

they finally arrived at their destination.

It is a somewhat dilapidated hall, it stands between the yellow sand, eaves teeth high peck, intrigue.

Even if it was broken down, the principal and Morgan still saw its majesty and magnificence in the past.

In front of the hall, there are five rows of strangers.

They were dressed in white, some with swords, some with double wheels and some with spears.

In the front of these people,

is a Haoshou old man.

The old man's white clothes are elegant, and his thick white hair is also floating with the dry wind in the sand. He is very old, and his face has patches of old people's spots, but his eyes are very clear, as if two bright and clean gemstones.

This,

is also a great stranger of seven levels!

Today, there are more than ten top seven companies in the world.

But in the dark,

it seems that there are so many immortal old people in each family who are close to the top of the mountain.

After seeing the old man, Ms. Qian quickly stepped forward and arched her luggage to the old man with a bright head: "Qian Yuzhang has seen my little uncle."

The old man, who was called as the younger martial uncle, made a clear voice: "good, good, get up quickly."

After helping Ms. Qian up,

the little uncle looked at Morgan, and then looked at the president. His face was etched with years, and a smile appeared on his face: "this is the president of muscatonik University, right? Sure enough, the back wave of the Yangtze River pushes the front wave. The headmaster has a good skill. "

The headmaster, who has always been a bit stingy, can't let go.

Although he looks very old,

but in front of this old man with white hair, white eyebrows and bent eyebrows, he looks much younger.

The headmaster put on the posture of the younger generation and said with a smile: "thank you for your praise..."

Menexes felt uncomfortable with that!

This painting style is not right!

A white man in white, a sword like figure who came out of the ancient Chinese painting is a foreign word like "muscatonik".

And he, a foreigner obviously from the west, even said the word "thank you for your praise"

It's not obvious that it's smelling!

The younger martial uncle waved his hand: "don't be so nervous. Be casual. I heard Xiao Qian say that you are going to hold the secret meeting of the global representatives of the Bureau here? "

Ms. Qian immediately held a way: "if you sit here, you will not be afraid of trouble."

The younger martial uncle was very helpful and immediately said with a smile, "you are right! I, uncle, super strong

All of them said, "well

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