Fu Yu hesitated for a moment and said something off topic first. As the opening remark, "Although the camps are different, Lord Wu is a good person, and he will be a good official in the future."

Wei Bo looked disapproving and smiled, "That's necessary to be alive."

Fu Yu's face looked a little ugly.

Wei Bo deliberately turned a blind eye to this, the bamboo fan swayed slowly, the mountain wind came slowly, and the hair in the temples was blown away, which was really even more immortal than a god.

Wei Bo said lazily: "The things I can take out for trading are just that little. Why don't you talk about what I can get first?"

Fu Yu took a deep breath and "Become the God of the North Mountain in Dali!"

Wei Bo looked calm and smiled: "If I remember correctly, your Beiyue Master God will still be safe after that war. Emperor Dali could not just take away such an important role, right?"

Fu Yu lowered his voice, "Your Majesty previously proposed to upgrade the Piyun Mountain here to the new Dali Beiyue, which was later put on hold, but there have been new progress recently, and Your Majesty decided to advance this matter drastically."

Wei Bo asked, "Take it serious?"

Fu Yu nodded, "Take it seriously."

Wei Bo smiled playfully and said, "Are you a little hasty? Not to mention the Gao family of the Great Sui Dynasty, you Dali and Huangting Kingdom have not even been taken down, but you started to place the Northern Mountain at the southernmost end of the territory of a country?"

Fu Yu was firmly silent and had a very tight mouth. He would never easily evaluate His Majesty the Emperor's decision.

Wei Bo put away the folding fan, thought for a long time, and sighed: "Da Li painted such a big cake for me."

He stood up, slapped his palms with a folding fan, and turned to glance at the bamboo building.

"Haha, your Emperor Dali has a good vision. I, Wei Bo, was stabbed by Aliang, and I, can still be alive. So I am more than enough to be the god of the Northern Yue."

Finally, he stared at Fu Yu and narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, can you tell me what you want me to do?"

Wei Bo at this moment.

It is no longer the white-haired Cang Cangdi Master who made his first appearance in Shiping, Qidun Mountain.

It’s not the handsome young man holding a delicate yellow wooden box.

It was not the poor person who passed by a girl on the mountain road.

Fu Yu was a little nervous.

Because the person in front of me is very likely to be the most important King of the Beiyue God in the entire Dongbao Bow Continent in the future, no doubt about it.

———

In the upper reaches of the Xiuhua River more than 200 miles west of Hongzhu Town, there is a small Gu Mountain in the middle of the river, commonly known as Mantou Mountain, and the incense of the Land Temple can only be considered a matter of course.

A man with five short figure "walked out" the clay statue with severe paint. After landing, he reached out and picked up a boy in red clothes from the incense burner. He was only tall and slapped. He was the only remaining incense boy in this land temple. The man put it on his shoulders and began to walk out. The river water rolled, and the man walked directly on the river.

The sleepy boy in red clothes lay on his shoulder and cursed: "Your uncle, why bother me to sleep?! The previous journey of siege and suppression was ineffective, and you were a little weird. Have you ever seen the temptation of the boat girl in Hongzhu Town and had no money to sleep with them, so you were so bored?"

The man rarely didn't pick up the incense that he had no mouth, and said in a dull tone: "We go to Hongzhu Town to find the carp spirit and give him a snake gall stone from Lizhu Cave Heaven. He will soon become the water god of Chongdanjiang. If you are willing, you will be with him in the future. The incense of the Water God Temple is more prosperous than the land temple with a big fuck here..."

The boy in Zhuyi was shocked first, then furious, jumped up and slapped the man on the cheek with one slap. It was just a little guy of such a big age. The other party was a real land master, which was tantalizing. The incense villain jumped and cursed: "Your uncle, don't insult me!"

The boy in red finally sat dejectedly on the man's shoulder, feeling sad and sobbing.

The man grinned and said, "Forget it if you don't want to enjoy your life. If you like to stay at home and suffer, just continue to eat in Gushan and wait for death. I'm too lazy to care about you."

After hearing this, the boy in Zhuyi wiped his tears and burst into tears to laugh, "The golden nest and silver nest are not as good as his own grass nest. By the way, don't get me wrong. I have no memory of you and that dilapidated temple. The old man just can't bear to leave the incense burner!"

A man doesn't say anything.

The boy Zhuyi was silent for a moment and asked softly: "You are the one who has worked as a land master in our state for the longest time. Many of you have worked as a colleague of the past who is about the same age as you. Now the worst is the City God. You obviously have a good relationship with them. Many people want to visit Gushan. Why don't you want to see them if you don't want to see them?"

The man obviously did not want to mention this and remained silent.

The incense villain who depended on him for his life was unwilling to let his master go, and kept saying, "Our neighbor, the embroidered river lady, every time I look at you secretly, my eyes are full of water, and I can't even control my uncle. Why are you so heartless? If you know that you have such a relationship, how dare you bully us all day long? As long as you are a spiritual aquarium, spit on the shore of our lonely mountain if you have anything to do, I will piss off at the shore of our lonely mountain to death! Every time I go out to wander around the town, the race never likes to take me to play. I dislike my poor background and my mud legs. It's all your fault!"

The man was in a good mood and smiled and said, "I don't mind my mother being ugly, you just talk a lot."

The boy in Zhuyi rolled his eyes and hummed angrily: "I have also heard a lot of rumors over the years. Some say that you angered the great people of the Dali Jingshi. When someone brought his family to Gushan to burn incense and sacrifice, it would be fine if you didn't worship them well, but you were very rude to them. Some say that you harmed the yellow daughter of a certain immortal mansion, which made the love pass and delayed the road. The head of the sect put pressure on the Dali court to guard the dilapidated temple and be a land master for the rest of your life. And... "

The man smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I have forgotten Chen Zhimao's confusing account. What are you guessing? The emperor is not in a hurry to be anxious about the eunuch."

The boy in Zhuyi jumped around and slapped the man in the face, "Who are you talking about eunuch?"

The man was not concerned about the little guy's fault and suddenly took out a crystal clear green stone from his arms and placed it on his shoulders. "This is the legendary snake gall stone, which allows you to see. Aquariums, especially the aquariums of the dragon, once they swallow their lower abdomen, as long as they can survive and survive, their cultivation level can progress rapidly, and there are no future problems. It is equivalent to the first-class magic pill of the immortal family."

The boy in Zhuyi quickly held the "half-man-high boulder" with both hands and asked curiously: "Who gave it to you? Why didn't he give it to the koi with the pseudonym Li Jin directly?"

The man shook his head and said, "I was too lazy to ask at that time, but now I am too lazy to guess."

The boy in red was holding his face in both hands, wanting to cry without tears, "Master Cangtian, why did I have such an unmotivated master? I saw you so pitiful. As compensation, I would like to give me a lively and cute girl with a beautiful country, a well-educated and well-educated girl, a tall family, as a wife?"

The man took away the snake gallstone and joked: "It's up to you? For the next life."

The boy in red clothes climbed up the man's head angrily, sat in his messy hair, and after a moment of quietness, he began to twist.

The man asked, "What are you doing?"

The boy in Zhuyi whistled, "Your words just now are so hurtful. I want to soak the shit on your head."

"I won't get rid of the house for three days!"

In anger, the man grabbed the little guy and threw it out to the other side.

The boy in Zhuyi rolled in the air and laughed happily: "Wow, it feels like an immortal flying with his sword!"

The man who walked on the river smiled angrily, "Little bastard thing."

———

A rolling black smoke surged from the ground and appeared in front of the magnificent mansion with the plaque "Xiu Shui Gao Feng" hanging, condensing into a human form.

In the originally dead mansion, hundreds of lanterns lit up at the same time, and red light soared into the sky.

A snow-white woman flew out of the mansion, hovered before the plaque, and said angrily: "What are you doing? Why? You were crazy before and almost ruined the water source of my mountain. Didn't you get enough to fight, or what?"

For some reason, the female ghost no longer wears the bright red wedding dress.

Yin Shen said: "Do you want to leave this place? If you want, you will have to pay a considerable price, such as if I were to be the new owner of this mansion."

The female ghost laughed loudly with one hand: "You are crazy about losing your heart, you are really crazy about losing your heart this time."

Yin Shen said expressionlessly: "You know I'm not kidding. Don't you want to go to Guanhu Academy and salvage the corpse from the bottom of the lake? Don't you want to find clues and avenge him? It's been delayed for so many years, and if you drag it on, I guess the enemies of that year have already enjoyed their old age comfortably, and then they will die of old age one by one."

The female ghost suddenly fell silent.

She asked a key question, "Even if I am willing to hand over this place, why do you make the Dali court recognize your identity?"

Yin Shen replied perfunctorily: "I have my own way, and my wife doesn't need to worry about it."

The female ghost floating in the air turned around and looked at the plaque, then turned to look at the mountain road in the distance.

Once upon a time, there was a thin scholar who was carrying a shabby bookcase on a rainy night and was staggering, perhaps to boost courage, reciting the contents of Confucian classics loudly.

The poor scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam had a bright look.

She floated down and asked, "Can this plaque be replaced without replacement?"

Yin Shen nodded and said, "What's wrong? At most a hundred years, I will return this mansion to my wife intact."

The female ghost moved forward slowly, passed by Yin Shen, and walked towards the distance.

She said to herself: "The mountains and rivers meet, and there will be no reunion."

She turned her head and smiled, "The mansion hub is on the plaque. I have given up my control over it. How much luck can I gain in the mountains and rivers depends on your ability."

Yin Shen asked in confusion: "Do you hate the Dali Dynasty? In order to allow you to continue to be in charge of your luck, they deliberately concealed the truth from you."

The female ghost said nothing and drifted away.

———

There is a different business that lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests in the northern part of Huangting Kingdom, with steep mountains and rivers. However, because there is a scenic spot nearby, there are obscure cliff carvings on the mountain walls by the river, each word is as big as a hat, which makes tourists endless. In addition, this house has built a wide mountain road for carriages, so it is not rare to see people. From time to time, people will pass by and stay or rest.

The owner of the property owner is an energetic and 70-year-old man with a very good status. He is Huang Tingguo's former minister of the Ministry of Revenue. The old man has always been hospitable. Whether the person who comes to the door is a high-ranking official or a rural woodcutter, he will be warmly entertained.

Tonight, the moon is full, and the mountains and forests and rivers are covered with moonlight.

At a small ferry that has been ignored all year round, an old man carrying a dim lantern, holding a yellow ancient book under his armpit, walked out of the yard alone, went down the mountain to a ferry with no wild boat ferry, took out a small wooden boat mold with a thumb-sized length from his sleeve, and gently threw it into the small water bay. When he was still ten feet high from the water surface, the wooden boat suddenly became larger and finally became the same as an ordinary boat. It hit the water surface with a bang, splashing countless water splashes. In the quiet night, the momentum was particularly amazing.

The old man climbed the boat, but there were no wooden oars to paddle.

The old man raised the lantern in his hand, let go of his fingers, and pulled out the books under his armpit. The lantern that should have fallen hovered in the air treacherously, emitting a soft white light.

The old man sat cross-legged, holding a book in one hand and flipping the book in the other hand. The boat drove out of the small water bay and headed to the river where the water flowed.

The old man was extremely slow to read books. The river water tonight was extremely quiet for the first time, and the boat almost did not shake at all.

When the old man took a boat to the stone wall, he raised his head and looked at the ancient words that no one could solve the mystery.

To be precise, someone actually gave the correct answer not long ago. He was a white-clothed boy from the Dali Dynasty. He looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he could tell the secret of heaven in one word, saying that it was "The Heavenly Lord of the Lei Tribe who wrote it in his own hand, and the Emperor of Heaven rebuked the dragon."

Even though the old man had seen the spring and autumn withering countless times, his heart was still stormy at that moment, but his face was not revealed.

The old man withdrew his gaze and felt in a complicated mood, and sighed slightly.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop.

Under the surface of the river, which was pressed by a small boat, all the fish, shrimp, snakes, crabs, tortoises, etc., almost all the living aquarium crawled at the bottom of the river, trembling.

The old man put away the lanterns and books, and the man bathed in the quiet moonlight with the boat.
To be continued...