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Chapter 5

Hao Yin returned to Fuying Mountain with Yuqiu and colorful stones.

He hesitated whether to plant the sky stone into the elm.Having a heart is not necessarily a good thing, and being sentient may not necessarily end well.

"Master."

"What's the matter? What are you doing at the door, come in and talk."

Only then did Yuqiu enter the inner hall. "Master, Feng Huo said that you are not willing to give me five-colored stones to make a heart."

Hao Yin frowned and asked, "Do you want it?"

"think."

"Why?"

"I want to be like Master. I don't want to be just a piece of wood forever."

Hao Yin looked at Yuqiu for a moment, Yuqiu's last sentence made him feel uncomfortable for some reason, wood, wood.

"I can make you a heart."

"Thank you, Master!"

"Go and get the multicolored stones in my window box."

After a while, Yuqiu took back the sky stone and handed it to Hao Yin.Hao Yin waved his hand, and the multicolored stone was firmly fixed in the air. He raised his hand and pointed again, and the multicolored light spread out in an instant. After a while, the blurred images slowly gathered, and then gradually became clear. The sound is constantly pulled in.Hao Yin looked up at the multicolored light, instead of looking at Yuqiu, he just said softly: "This is the memory planted by the later soil, you read it first, and then tell me, do you still want this heart."

Guangming Palace in Kunlun Mountains.

"Houtu, you come to my palace every day to drink and drink. I'm afraid you will drink up all the Kunlun jade wine in my mountain sooner or later!"

"Okay, let's go to my earth temple after drinking, the sky is sitting on the ground, just the two of us, wouldn't it be fun!"

"happy!"

In the beautiful images, Zhu Rong and Hou Tu laughed flamboyantly and freely, and drank heartily.In every frame of the picture, Hou Tu sees Zhu Rong in his eyes. Zhu Rong faces the wine, the sky, and the hollowed-out roof of the Guangming Palace.

The screen turns.

The sky-falling waterfall seems to pour down from the land of bliss.

There is a handsome young man in the picture. He swings a water dragon against the rushing down of the waterfall, breaks through the waterfall and rushes to the top, and hits hard on the rock in the middle of the cliff. White rain fell from the sky.

The young man turned around gracefully in such a rainy day, smiling all the time.

Hao Yin told Yuqiu that this person was Gonggong.

On the cliff not far away, Zhu Rong Houtu stood there quietly.Houtu looked at the sky full of flowers and rain, and Zhu Rong looked at the young man in the waterfall turning around and smiling for a moment, leaning forward slightly, his eyes were full of bright light.

The first time the three met, it was so beautiful that it was embarrassing.

The following scenes continue to change in Kyushu, Kunlun, and the banks of the Yellow River. The wind, rain, snow, and four levels are like a shuttle. What remains unchanged is that the three people are chatting, laughing, and drinking.

This memory was played very slowly, as if it could last thousands of years.

But after all, we know the past that we will look at later.So I always feel that every laugh is too fast to catch.

Yuqiu raised his head and watched quietly, neither sad nor happy.

Hao Yin only looked at Yuqiu from the beginning to the end.For tens of thousands of years, he once again didn't know what he should do was right.This feeling made him more powerless than ever.On the one hand, he comforted him that his wood would not be sad or hurt; When he was burned by the samadhi fire, he was frightened and terrified.

Wood, wood!

Should I?

Before I had time to think about it, suddenly, the wind and rain in the picture changed suddenly.

Two giant dragons appeared in the sky, one water and one fire.

Two giant dragons entangled in the air, biting and fighting each other.The pillars of water and fire sprayed in all directions, and the ground was even more dilapidated, with floods on one side and boundless fire on the other.Weak people slashed and killed each other in the ruins of water and fire.

Houtu stood on the highest cliff, motionless.

Yuqiu spoke for the first time: "Master?"

"This is a dispute between the Zhurong Village and the Jiuzhou Water Village. It is difficult to blend fire and water, and the conflict between the two clans has always existed. For the gods worshiped, and for the extension of the clan, the conflict will only become bigger and bigger. As the leader of the clan For the two of you, a big battle is unavoidable, even if you are unwilling!" Hao Yin turned his head to Yuqiu: "There is always something that you cannot abandon, and you have no right to choose to abandon it."

Yuqiu looked back at Hao Yin, and finally looked at the phantom of the colorful stone.

The fire and water dragons fought hard, but they couldn't compete.At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared on the mountain, and a natural water column rushed straight down, forming a mountain torrent and collapsing towards Zhu Rong.

No one thought of this mutation.There is no Gonggong, no Zhurong, and no Houtu.In order to protect Zhu Rong, Gonggong withdrew the water dragon fiercely. Almost at the same time, Houtu turned over in a hurry and lifted up thousands of miles of black soil, and the soil restrained the water, blocking the flow of water.

Withdrawing and blocking, the situation changed drastically.

Gonggong fell from mid-air because of the withdrawal of the water dragon.

All the ethnic groups in Jiuzhou Shuizhai were besieged in the torrent of Gonggong.There were countless casualties.

The defeat is set.

Then, the whole picture was surrounded by water, making it extremely cloudy.Zhu Rong's roar came from far and near, all shouting Gonggong's name.

The yellow turbid water everywhere, the loud sound of mountains and rivers, the sound of landslides and ground cracks broke through the long flood and drummed on the eardrums, and the mountain collapsed in a short time.

All the later things should have ended here, but they all started here.

It doesn't make any sense to look any further.It is nothing more than Houtu day after day, year after year, guarding the heart knot, watching the mountain fire, and having survived for more than two thousand years.

Hao Yin waved his hand, covering the colorful light.

Yuqiu turned his head with a rare dignified expression.

Hao Yin touched the sky stone in his hand, without saying a word.

"Master."

"how?"

"I don't want this heart of stone anymore."

Only then did Hao Yin raise his head: "Why?"

"I do not like."

"Do you know what to like? What is not to like?"

"I know. Laughing is liking."