Chapter 317 I really envy you
"The cup is from the Protoss, the pattern is from the Protoss, the festival is from the Protoss..." Ning Mingmei clapped his hands with his fists as if he had suddenly realized something, "Could it be that the pole dancer's clothes are also..."
Mingqi's mind snapped and her face turned red: "No, that's not..."
Ning Mingmei: "It seems that it is still the traditional costume of the demon race..."
...The demons changed the gods' clothes into sexy outfits. Who should I go to for justice?
Mingqi drank angrily. Ning Mingmei said, "To prevent you from feeling homesick, I have deliberately added some historical documents and literary works related to the Gods into the books I gave you."
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"Thank you so much." Mingqi said coldly, "I didn't know that the God Clan has become..."
It turned into a weird thing that was stolen from time to time.
The inherent culture of the gods was stolen, and their own image was transformed into a hybrid of fantasy and other cultures. Thanks to the merit of opening the Heavenly Gate, the image of the goddess cannot be insulted, but other cultures have long since stolen it. Experts and scholars speak with certainty, giving the gods a history they have never had before. The image of gods in popular novels is distorted. They are all cold and domineering bosses who recite the aristocratic code or weak and graceful beauties on the mountain top.
Even the disappearance of the gods in recent years has been made a big fuss, such as the most popular work in recent years, "The Death of a Woman". The author uses superb writing and outrageous fantasy to explain the paradoxical phenomenon that the gods clearly completed the salvation of the world but disappeared without a trace. She explained this as a high-ranking flower of the gods who lived in seclusion in the mountains, saving a wounded demon, but in turn had her entire clan wiped out by the demon. Gaolingzhihua herself was imprisoned by the demons. After a heart-wrenching love-hate relationship, the god jumped into the blood abyss in despair... The demon was heartbroken. In order to take revenge on the god, he went mad and walked on the road, killing every god he could see.
"As long as you refuse to show up in front of me, I will kill one of your people every day! XX, I want you to never forget me, and I want you to be in agony."
Why does this plot look familiar?
Why is there a blood abyss here?
And why are there words like “Six Realms Selling 50 million copies”, “Has been adapted into a movie of the same name” and “Highly recommended by Six Realms Times: The best historical novel of the XX century” on the jacket of this book?
What is history? Tell me, what is history? !
Mingqi immediately understood why the maid who brought him water a few days ago whispered to her friend after leaving the tent: "That god is the one who was brought back from the Blood Abyss..."
“It’s actually true!”
"I cpszd!! Wuuwuwu!"
Stop spreading rumors!
Mingqi's eyes were completely dark. Ning Mingmei's voice came like a devil's whisper: "It seems that the historical records are indeed not entirely true."
"But Brother Mingqi, if you want to ask the reason, the reason is very simple. Brother Mingqi, have you read the Twelve Histories of the Demon Cat Clan? A small demon cat clan actually has its own Twelve Histories, and every custom and every history is recorded in great detail. It not only corrected the many misunderstandings people had about the demon cat clan over the years, but also allowed them to win the lawsuit and snatch back their national treasures from the Sky Fox Clan. It also allowed those cat demons who were slaves of the Sky Fox Clan to once again solidify their cultural sense of belonging and national self-confidence. They are not slaves, they are not servants of the Sky Fox Clan, machines without heart and soul, they also have their own long-standing culture and their own things to believe in."
"They are the demon cat tribe! They are intelligent creatures! Throughout history, they have created countless miracles. Just like now, they can also use their four paws to open up their own future! This is the origin of the demon cat independence incident."
"But do you think, Brother Mingqi, that these twelve histories fell from the sky for nothing? No. These were written by thousands of demon cats with their hard work and their endless dedication to research. Only the nation itself will cherish and study its own culture. Without people, there will be no one to study, no one to speak out, and no one to have their own say." Ning Mingmei said slowly, "Now, there are still people in the demon cat tribe, but there are no more people in the god tribe."
“…”
"Where are all those gods? Maybe they are hiding in a mountain somewhere, living in fear, and slowly dying in a deep corner to protect someone's lies." Ning Mingmei looked into the distance, "Are they being threatened, or do they feel guilty? In any case, these days seem to have no end. The gods in Lingshui Village died, and there was no trace of the gods in the Fangcun Mountains. After that, there were more villages and more of the last gods. Until the gods truly became a piece of history. A piece of history that no one maintains, so it can be graffitied and tampered with."
“…”
"Only the living can continue the old culture and create new history. Are you going to give up the future of the entire God Clan just to cover up one thing? Even if all the brilliant culture left by your race has been stolen to pieces? Mingqi, except for you, there is no one among the descendants of the God Clan who can compete with her." Ning Mingmei stared at Mingqi, his deep eyes flickering, "Do you want to choose the past of the God Clan, or the future?"
“…”
The long-haired young man's chest was shaking violently. Thin tears of blood gradually appeared in his light golden eyes.
Finally, he closed his eyes and said, "It's just me...it's just me..."
But for me, when I was trapped in the blood abyss over the years, I always thought back to my youth from time to time.
The land of the gods is planted with weeping willows. In February, white poplar catkins flutter in the air, filling the sky. When the poplar flowers have all fallen, he will see a girl in white clothes. She stood at the end of the road, also with a fair face and light golden eyes, but without a trace of expression.
Most of the time he would hate the gods for putting all their efforts into raising such a monster. But sometimes, he would dream that the girl had once cried hysterically to him.
Every time this happened, he always had a bizarre thought: such monsters were forced and created by the gods themselves.
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Some are born to live, and some are born to die. Mingqi had already understood this when he was five years old.
The patriarch announced that "reopening the gate of heaven" was the millennium plan of the gods. They will push forward this plan at all costs. This is not only for the well-being of the people of the six realms, but also to put the power of being the master of the six realms back in the hands of the gods. In addition, they will also use this plan to suppress dissidents and weaken those forces that are incompatible with the gods in the name of the well-being of the people.
For example, the demon clan. The tribe's chief priest had already calculated that the reincarnation of the ancient demon would be born hundreds of years later. They worked out many plans, and finally decided to let the demon reincarnate and die in the name of sword sacrifice.
Not only must he die, but he must also be sealed in the sword of the gods, and from then on he will serve the descendants of the gods for generations to come.
Neither the gods nor the demons are evil. Just as there is yin and yang, white and black between heaven and earth, they are just two sides of the same coin among the six realms, tending towards order or chaos, that's all. The ancient battle between gods and demons was not a battle between good and evil, but simply because both were too powerful. The strongest among them are the ancient gods or the ancient demons.
Logically speaking, if ancient demons had reincarnations, so would ancient gods. Mingqi had never heard of the reincarnation of the ancient gods. Therefore, he did not quite understand why the high priest of the tribe went to so much trouble to select the most qualified child of the gods and make her/him the son of God.
The Son of God is the chosen one, the destined one, and the first person in the six realms who is responsible for splitting the gate of heaven, advancing the plan, and restoring the glory of the gods.
Mingqi was very excited about this selection. Because being able to become the son of God is the supreme honor for every member of the God Clan. All the gods hope that such glory can be bestowed upon their children.
In the end, there were only two people left on the list, Mingqi and Minglong.
They have equal qualifications. But what a coincidence, Mingqi is the patriarch's son, but Minglong is not.
Mingqi did not see Minglong on the day the final results were announced. What he saw was his father. The father said: "Although you have not become the Son of God, you have an equally important responsibility from now on."
"Forge the sword."
He brought him to the Tsutenkaku of the gods. Mingqi looked up and was shocked by every scene he saw. On the sky-high attic, each floor is carved with intricate patterns, each pattern has a mysterious meaning, and each floor represents the long and shining history of the gods.
"We, the God Clan, once stood proudly above heaven and earth. We are the most supreme race in the six realms. The demons are bloodthirsty, the monsters are greedy, the humans are ordinary, and the ghosts are shallow... Only the God Clan can set things right. Only the God Clan can lead the six realms to a brighter future."
Mingqi had trouble breathing. Perhaps from that moment on, the honor of the gods was rooted in his bones.
"Forging the sword will become the meaning of your life. This is your lifelong commitment to the gods. In addition, you have another promise."
"Assist the goddess, protect her at all costs and fulfill her duties as a goddess!" said the father sternly.
"Yes." Mingqi said.
The gears of fate began to turn from that moment on. But Mingqi didn’t understand what his father suddenly said when he was leaving Tsutenkaku, looking back every few steps.
"Guard her, but don't get too close."
?
"She is destined to sacrifice herself for the gods. You will understand it sooner or later." His father touched his head lovingly.
The goddess is supreme, and the swordsmith is also very important. In the many years that followed, they were also raised in the forbidden land of the gods, learning equally important knowledge and practicing equally complex skills.
It was not until he was eight years old that Mingqi saw the goddess for the first time.
"The goddess is very young, yet she is very intelligent and has a noble character."
"The goddess's father is the priest's deputy. However, because the goddess is busy with her practice, they rarely have the opportunity to meet."
"Lady Goddess..."
Mingqi had heard many rumors about the goddess. But he didn't expect that the first time he saw her in person would be on a late spring afternoon.
At that time, he was holding a bag of crystals that his mother brought him, and there was even a cloth tiger inside.
Mingqi looked at the cloth tiger and began to smile. But he didn't expect that there was a girl standing at the end of the road.
A perfect girl.
What he didn't expect was what the girl said when she looked at him.
"I envy you so much. I have nothing."
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