God obsession system

Similar to most ancient cities, the commercialization of Baicheng Ancient City is also very serious, and several main roads are basically full of various shops and restaurants.

As the Spring Festival is approaching, there will be another wave of tourists. Stores selling fruits, local snacks, special products, and ethnic costumes have come to the spirit one after another, launching various activities and discounts to attract tourists.

It gives people the illusion of being in the pedestrian street in the city center.

It's just that different from other ancient cities, Baicheng Ancient City has a little more romance in its commercialization.

Except for the young people who sit on the ground on Renmin Road after [-] o'clock in the evening, sell poems, paintings, coffee, drink and sing, even in the daytime, if you walk to the west of the ancient city and leave the bustling commercial road, the road under your feet will be flat. The road turned into a slightly steep uphill road.

In some old houses in the streets and alleys, you can still see some features of the former Dali Kingdom and Nanzhao Kingdom. The flowers and trees are scattered in the courtyard, the birds are singing, and the outdoor streams are murmuring.

The scene of "three houses with one well, and one house with several potted flowers" is still vivid in my mind.

If you raise your head inadvertently, the majestic Cangshan Mountain in the distance will suddenly jump into your eyes.

The top of the mountain is covered with snow, and the bottom of the mountain is lush and green. If it rains in summer, the mist will cover the green mountains.

Look up to see the mountains, look down to see the water, and look around, you are in a world of smoke and fire.

"Gu Yunyun, it's so comfortable here, it would be nice if I could live here all the time."

After shopping in front of various street stalls on Renmin Road until midnight, Liu Qingqing and Gu Yuncheng walked slowly towards the B&B.

"But there doesn't seem to be anything you particularly like to eat here."

The teenager reminded in a low voice.

"Forget it, let's take a look."

The girl immediately changed her mind.

. . .

At noon the next day, when Gu Yuncheng and Liu Qingqing were at the foot of Cangshan Mountain preparing to take the cable car to the horse-washing pond, they were in Paris, far west of France.

Although France is cold in this season, it still cannot stop the enthusiastic tourists.

Under the Arc de Triomphe, a Huaxia tour group composed of retired grandparents stopped at the Star Square on the Champs-Elysées. The crowd formed a circle and listened to the sweet voice of a beautiful female guide in the center.

"Uncles and aunts, please look here, the huge arched sculpture with reliefs in front of us is the important attraction of our itinerary - the Arc de Triomphe.

In 1806, Napoleon, Emperor of the First French Empire, in order to commemorate the glorious victory over the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces in Austerlitz, ordered the construction of a great sculpture to welcome the French soldiers who would triumph in the future.

It is one of the national symbols of France, one of the four representative buildings of France, and also a landmark monument of the city of Paris, Paris. . . "

Before the beautiful tour guide finished her commentary, an old man with a dragon accent raised his head and seemed to see something, and suddenly pointed in one direction and shouted, interrupting her.

"Fuck, this young man, fuck..."

Hearing the old man's shout, the beautiful tour guide frowned with some headaches, but couldn't hold back her curiosity. She looked up in the direction the old man pointed, and immediately covered her mouth in shock.

One after another, exclamations sounded from Star Square.

Under the glare of the sun, a young man of short stature can be vaguely seen, wearing a signature two-cornered hat with extremely wide left and right sides, and wearing the military uniform of the First French Empire in the early [-]th century, standing in the air directly above the Arc de Triomphe.

It just so happened that a TV station in Paris was doing street interviews. After discovering the situation in front of them, they immediately asked the photographer to point the camera at the top of the Arc de Triomphe and started a live broadcast.

The angle of view zoomed in a little bit, and when the man's face in the camera gradually became clear, the photographer's eyes widened in shock, his hand shook, and he almost threw the camera out.

. . .

There will be another chapter in a while.