Vol 3 Chapter 1720: move

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After all, the Yu nationality is an ethnic group of agriculture, so the calendar is compatible with agriculture. And this winter, which can't do anything, is their biggest celebration of the year.
In particular, the "literary event" that appeared a few days ago.
It is said that Zhou Hongguang broke the final mystery of Wen Dao, and it will not take long for the Yu nationality to undergo an essential change.
Knowing the news, the civilians of the Yu nationality were all happy and encouraged. A large number of blue ribbons were burned by them in the air. Firelight keeps surging up from all parts of the city and even the whole earth. From the perspective of the universe, it looks like a "long dragon" where "Mars" converges.
This celebratory fire seemed to be a thick cloud, the embers fluttered with the wind, embracing the earth, embracing the mother star of the Yu nationality who lived for 530,000 years. As if all sufferings were cleansed by the praying blessings, the saints of heaven and earth enjoyed the incense of all peoples, and they were all faltering in the air, preparing to continue to give this land unlimited happiness as usual.
But only literati know the truth.
Unlike the celebrated people, all literati are dead. They don't participate in any celebrations, and don't even say a word to relatives and friends anymore.
No Yu people even noticed that within the heavy palace walls, the grand funeral was being held in an orderly manner in the imperial city.
A figure stumbled into the snow and fell in front of the main hall. The young emperor of the Yu nationality put on a dress that was worn only once when he ascended the throne and sat on the throne. He has been sitting here for a month, not moving, not drinking or eating. His face was pale, he lost all his usual colors, and his long ears almost shrank. Zhou Hongguang stood on his left, without saying a word. On his right, the first emperor and the queen mother of the Yu nationality were the parents of the young emperor who retired ten years ago. They just looked at the little emperor quietly.
This is the last duty of Wendi family. After this……
No more.
In the humble parlance, this is the last shift.
Seeing someone before the hall, Zhou Hongguang greeted him. Seeing the person coming, he knelt on one knee: "Sir, are you here too ..."
"Although he is the youngest, he is also a teacher of all ages, so he must come." The person came with a stiff face, but his body shivered slightly.
The poetry sage stopped traveling in the clouds and should be said to be the penultimate sage of the Yu people. According to his experience and relationship, he is also the elder of Zhou Hongguang in the academy.
He paused and asked, "How is Emperor Wen?"
"I'm gone, and say I have no face to face people." Zhou Hongguang whispered.
"Well ..." Shi Sheng nodded, looked at the Emperor Tai, and then looked at the young emperor. He saluted the young emperor and said, "I have seen your majesty ..." and nodded to many literati around him: "Also I have seen all the literary friends. "
"Poet Saint ..." The young emperor smiled, but more like crying: "Are you here too?"
"Well," Shi Sheng said, "I'm here too ... I have made a decision."
"How is the saint?"
"How about Emperor Wen, how about me." Shun Yunxing Zhou said: "Hometown, inseparable."
The young emperor did not speak, but wept. And Shi Sheng was excited: "Every piece of mountains and rivers is filled with my Yu people's 530,000-year-old literature ... An inch of mountains and rivers and a poem. This is our root. I can't see it again, the endless years, but endless torture. I, don't want to leave! "
The young emperor nodded.
Yes, leave,
The relocation of Meishen refers to the great migration of the Yu nationality. They plan to remove the entire Yu nationality, empty the experimental site, and make room for the latecomers.
In any case, they must leave.
Of course, Meishen also gave the Yu people "great freedom." All the Yu people are free to choose whether to stay in their homeland, to follow the beautiful to leave, or to leave on their own.
Even to say that even if they let them go with the human race, the beautiful does not mind.
It's just that what's left is bound to die. Meishen will readjust this biosphere, and naturally will not let the old civilization stay.
Choose to leave without dying.
However, some people did not want to leave.
Every longevity of the Yu nationality has come up with the strongest answer.
Rather than leaving, it is better to stay.
Zhou Hongguang studied the ink silently, and then spread out a roll of paper: "Sir, leave something."
Shi Sheng picked up the pen habitually, grabbed his ear, and then sighed.
The young emperor forbeared tears and said, "The poetry of the Holy Prophet ... Mr. Still write something."
Shunyun Xingzhou threw the pen in his hand and said, "We have done too much poetry and too little learning ... Poetry, in front of learning, is nothing."
After that, the cloud-stopping boat took off again, and left.
This is the last Yuzu elder to make a decision.
Then, the most magnificent literature in the history of the Yu nationality began. Dozens of vibes shook together and shot into the sky. Then, a line of text starts from the North Pole and extends like a snake, slanting across the meridian and continuously winding.
That's ... the unique stroke of the Yu nationality.
A terrifying film of culture appeared on the planet, then, with Yang Yuan as the center, slowly rippling away. The power of destruction has crushed every inch of space.
Hong appeared on the outer track as agreed. He collided unequivocally with the unique pens of the Yu clan's sages, and then the dazzling light appeared.
Wang Qi looked at this scene with cold eyes on the moon.
"Neuropathy ..." He said without respect: "Is this your way? The root of the culture is you ... you can let them submit directly-there shouldn't be such resistance."
Another beautiful shook his body and sharply penetrated into Wang Qi ’s consciousness: "Our peers, we have given the Yu people the greatest respect, and they have not left the so-called" anti-culture ". As long as they want, They can completely leave us and become independent fairies. "
This beautiful is called Ruan.
This galaxy's hidden beauty is actually more than Hong. And Hong's attitude did not affect other beautiful gods. Ruan is one of the most human friendly. He insisted on calling Wang Qi "peer", and regarded Wang Qi as his friend himself-no difference between his personality and the "self-familiar" among the human race.
"Oh, yes, with your power, naturally no" back door "is needed." Wang Qi is very angry: "They don't need to die at all ... as long as you want, they can live!"
"Their own choice-they chose to leave flesh and blood in their homeland, willing to turn their power into the power of this planet, and exist in its cycle forever." Ruan said: "Do you want to obstruct Is such a great dedication? "
"It doesn't make sense." Wang Qi said: "Dozens of longevity people, whether they take it away, take it apart, or leave with us, can produce great value." When it comes to this, a hint of manic psychology Surge into my heart: "When you die, you will have nothing."
"No, they have defeated the natural instinct given by their blood, don't they think it's amazing?" Ruan said: "This is your heart and soul-oh, I heard that the same is true of the Dragon Clan. The cold culture of the Dragon Star, you also give extra People are fascinated. However, I must say that you should not measure intellectuality only by 'value'. "
"I can only see‘ value ’, because only value can be measured.
Wang Qi said:
Do n’t they make it for you?

The space door that always appears between Daxu and Yangyuan is the handwriting of the beautiful gods-it is to temper the new civilization. By setting up foreign enemies, let them maintain a sense of crisis for a long time.
But precisely because of the existence of the Great Ruins, the Yu nationality of Yangyuan firmly believed that there was no barbaric land outside Yangyuan.
As for the influence of Wendao on the Yangyuan Yu nationality, it is even more profound.
The so-called "the homeland is inseparable" can even be said to be the result of the beauty god's choice. This is a choice that makes civilization more stable.
In fact, as long as the Yu people have a colonial mind, they can start a new history on another planet with similar environment under the leadership of the eternal.
"We made them, but we always respect their freedom."
Wang Qi squinted at him: "Even if all these freedoms are planned by you?"
No matter how friendly he is to Wang Qi, Ruan is also a little unhappy: "This is 'destiny'."
"Fate ..." Wang Qi smiled.
The beautiful gods are really fatalists of shit. This set of destiny theory, Wang Qi can't completely destroy it logically, but he really hated it from the bottom of his heart.
"I actually think you are kind ..."
A feathery tentacle lightly rested on Wang Qi's shoulder: "Iron Heart's heart-bearing dragon star child ... you don't really think that we have a greater kindness than the dragon family? Ah, you should not Do n’t you know? The Dragon tribe once nurtured a dependent civilization on the source Dragon Star ... permanent? Or what? Do you think they will willingly give up their native land? "
Wang Qi remembered the three distant planets of the heavenly court, the sea dragon, and the magic prison-the powerful ice monster and the dragon. There are countless monsters in the asteroid belt. Among them, are all really voluntary? Has the Dragon clan ever used violence? Do all the demon clan have no trace of grievance?
Wang Qi himself knew it was impossible. Otherwise, he wouldn't beat the students every day in Nanming.
"Look ..." Ruan said: "We are indeed of great goodwill."
"Ah," Wang Qi said.
This is really ... shameful mistake.
"I know why you don't want to meet with the Dragon Clan ..." Wang Qi said: "It's really dangerous."
"The culture of Yuanlongxing, which I like very much, is ruthless." Ruan said: "Your Majesty Moon is the most powerful dictator in the universe. We are all afraid of him."
"I have to admit that our culture is indeed very much influenced by the Dragon Clan." Wang Qi said: "So, 'friend', do you have any new news this time?"
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