The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 270 The Ancient Goddess Wants to Invite Me to Eat Her Big Club
I'm Zhou Yan, and I'm extremely panicked right now.

I feel like someone has locked onto the back of my head and is about to smash me with a big club.

The young Taoist priest wrote in his diary and felt a chill run down his spine.

Today, a guest came to visit. It was my uncle, who had a simple and honest face. He brought some snacks as a gift, and then ran into Zhou Yan's room, unceremoniously occupying Zhou Yan's bed, and lazily flipping through comics.

I saw Zhou Yan resting his chin on his hand, lost in thought.

The uncle threw the comic book down and laughed, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Yan saw that the comic was called "Oriental Divine Children," and the main characters were the sons and daughters created by Nuwa, the goddess of the sea, who fought against evil and saved the people. Zhou Yan did not remember having this comic book from his childhood cartoon.

And this simple-looking 'uncle' clearly disliked this cartoon.

"Even with such a favorable wind, they still managed to turn the situation around and made Nuwa sacrifice herself."

"waste."

"If these two things really existed, I'd throw them onto the wall and make mud splatters beforehand. Pah!"

This unassuming-looking "uncle" was grumbling and cursing.

Even in his dream, Zhou Yan sensed something amiss. He stared at his 'uncle' and asked, "Speaking of which, Uncle, do you know any of the legends about dreams and hallucinations in our mythology?"

The old man looked at him with a smile: "Why do you suddenly want this?"

Zhou Yan remained expressionless: "Chinese homework."

"Well, you write a blessing for your uncle, and I'll tell you." The uncle sat on Zhou Yan's bed, crossed his legs, propped his chin on one hand, and smiled.

"Just say, Uncle [cognitive distortion] - [Fuxi] is the best."

"Just say——"

“Willing to do anything for my uncle, and extremely obedient.”

"Whatever my uncle says is right."

"Never resist, never question, always believe."

Zhou Yan said, "Okay."

He seemed oblivious to anything amiss. The man handed him a bamboo scroll and said with a smile, "Write this." He looked at Zhou Yan with a strange glint in his eyes. This scroll contained Zhou Yan's deep consciousness, which had personally written these words into his subconscious. When Zhou Yan woke up, these insights would become part of his underlying behavioral logic.

mean?

Thank you for the compliment.

Protect the human world... protect Nuwa.

This is a necessary measure.

Seeing Zhou Yan pick up his pen and write down the two characters "Fuxi", his uncle leisurely said, "There are many myths in this world related to dreams, but what you want to ask about is probably the connection with the Bashu region. When Yu the Great was traveling the world, he had contact with the king of the ancient Ba Kingdom."

"In order to seal away all of Gonggong's ministers, he had to resort to special power."

"For example, dreams, illusions."

"Why not kill it? Because at that time there were many Bashes in the world. The Bashe's master was revered by the water god Gonggong. If it were killed, the Bashe would stir up trouble in all directions and the people would suffer. King Yu decided to seal it away to prevent the Bashe from going berserk."

"Gonggong, the water god, was not merely a human."

"He was once a human being, and later transformed into a calamity. You can think of Gonggong as both the human being you know and the embodiment of the later concept of 'flood,' a flood that swallowed up the world and civilization."

"The conflict between civilization and water has been a recurring theme throughout history."

Zhou Yan said, "Then, Gonggong's collision with Buzhou Mountain was..."

The so-called uncle said, "...It was the [World-Destroying Flood] that swept through the human tribes and impacted the [Pillar of Heaven], Mount Buzhou. It was frozen in place by Mount Buzhou, but Mount Buzhou also faced the first direct impact of this world-destroying calamity and broke."

"Faced with such an opponent that is almost a concept rather than a physical entity, the only option is to seal it. Swords can kill demons of flesh and blood, but they cannot destroy [water], because [water] is both the most important ally and the most terrifying enemy of the Yanhuang people."

The old man told Zhou Yan the story of the past, and then said with a smile, "Anyway, I don't know what kind of illusion or dream you are facing, but since it is a dream, there must be something discordant. Find the discordant thing."

"Then--"

His face was simple and honest, like an old uncle who worked the land. He raised his right hand, gave a thumbs up, and then slid it across his neck. The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing sharp canine teeth like fangs: "It's good that you've destroyed them."

"If you cannot destroy the formation or the realm with laws, then destroy it with physical means."

"You're giving him too much credit!"

"Oh, I see."

"Hmph, good that you understand. Come on, have you finished writing it? Come on, let your uncle take a look!" The simple-looking uncle took the bamboo scroll from Zhou Yan's hands, and then his smile gradually froze.

"Fuxi is—"

"Stupid."

The inscription of deep rational logic has been completed.

? ? ? ?
The unassuming man slowly raised his head, watching the young man opposite him raise a middle finger. Zhou Yan's lips curled into a smirk, radiating arrogance.

"Trying to trick me?!"

The skin on the simple young man's face cracked, like a snake shedding its skin.

The handsome young man below was revealed, along with a pair of magnificent, dark gold vertical pupils.

"you--"

"court death."

The young man laughed loudly, and with a flick of his sleeve, his old-fashioned school uniform transformed into a dark blue Taoist robe, inlaid with the Big Dipper in silver thread. His aura was profound, indicating that he had regained his true strength.

No, even three points higher!
"You think you can bully me in my dreams?!"

Lord Zhou was in high spirits!
…………

Lord Zhou was bruised and swollen.

"Ouch, that hurts, don't touch it."

Zhou Yan, a second-year junior high school student, came to work with a bruised and swollen face and a purple eye socket. After realizing what he had dreamed about, he had a friendly and cordial exchange with Fuxi, a traditional human being.

'I don't even have an uncle like you!'

"Bullshit! Awa created the human race, I'm your uncle!"

'Get lost, don't try to curry favor with me!'

'Boy, I'm going to exercise my authority as the "human race's uncle" to discipline you.'

'ha? ’

Zhou Yan and Fu Xi were probably evenly matched.

In the span of five breaths, the young lord was beaten into twenty-five different positions.

"Your dream? What a joke, brat! Want to guess who passed down the oldest human methods of dream divination and interpretation? You're too green to mess with me, hahaha." So, Zhou Yan watched as Fuxi, right in front of him, wiped away all his homework, opened all his cola bottles but only took a sip, poured all the instant noodle seasoning into the toilet, and then turned all the vegetables in the house into bean curds before laughing heartily and leaving.

"That bastard..."

Zhou Yan covered his cheek, and his deskmate Li Zhiwei looked worried.

However, Zhou Yan knew that it was all a dream.

His gaze swept around. Although there was a slight grudge between him and Fuxi, which amounted to no more than three notebooks, he still believed the intelligence and information that Fuxi had given him in his dream.

So Zhou Yan scanned his surroundings, trying to find out if there was anything wrong.

Zhou Yan quickly realized something was wrong.

………………

Ba licked his lips.

She rested her cheek on one hand, seemingly deep in thought, but hidden inside the oversized sleeve of her school uniform was a wired earphone; she was secretly listening to music. The textbooks on her desk were piled up into a small fortress, and there were many snacks under the desk.

On one side are salty potato chips, and on the other side is a refreshing cucumber flavor.

On one side are sweet chocolate cookies.

There was also a can of Coke hidden next to it.

Her heart pounded. She took a sip of her cola and peered out through the gaps in the stacked fortress, staring at the young man over there. She could clearly feel her own emotions.

How to put it? It was an incredibly strong feeling of possession.

It was the same kind of possessiveness that Si Wenming's wife, the ruler of the Qingqiu tribe, described—a strong desire to possess him, unwilling to let him leave, and even willing to break his legs to keep him by her side.

This must be love.

This must be love.

She watched so many romance dramas and thought that people from later generations were really fussy and indecisive. What's so fun about going for a walk, eating, or drinking milk tea? It's not like you can't do it alone. Why do two people have to share food when they're eating together?

What misunderstanding, what entanglement, what "you love me" and "I love you"?

Pedantic!

Tsk tsk tsk, the descendants of later generations are really too pedantic and incompetent!
If you love someone, say so; if you want to mate, ask; if they refuse, use a stick; if you can't beat them, admit defeat.

If there's a misunderstanding, use a stick; if you fail, use a stick; if you see a man you like, use a stick. In short, a stick can solve all social problems; if it can't, then use even more force.

All this entanglement, back-and-forth, internal strife, and self-loathing is utterly boring.

This god wants to see rivers of blood flowing!
I want to see a bloodbath during mating!

The style of ancient tribes required the use of clubs!

She took a sip of her cola and stared at the back of the boy's head.

He grasped the club.

stare----

According to ancient traditions and teachings, she should walk forward, twist her waist, then pause, like a taut bowstring, and burst forth, picking up the wooden stick and smashing it hard on the back of the boy's head.

Then you can just drag it away.

Just as she began to calculate the angle, she saw the young man walking towards her. So Ba immediately hid herself, only revealing the wisps of hair on her forehead. Although she was thinking how daring he was, this startled her.

Her heart was pounding wildly when she saw a hand press down on the mountain of books in front of her. The young man, Zhou Yan, looked at her and said, "Classmate..."

"Ok??"

Ba shrank back, realizing that his voice was barely audible. Zhou Yan said, "...Shall we talk?"

He stammered, "I...Is there something wrong with me?"

Zhou Yan looked at the girl in front of him.

The problem was huge, so huge that Zhou Yan could quickly pinpoint it after Fu Xi pointed it out. After all, no school in Yanhuang would allow someone with long, black hair that almost reached below their waist, and who also used their hair to cover one eye.

Zhou Yan reached out and brushed aside the hair that was covering Ba's face, revealing a pair of adorable eyes—undoubtedly, this incongruous element in the dream was an extremely cute little girl.

Fair skin, big eyes, and jet-black hair.

There's also a type who seems like a complete homebody, someone who hasn't spoken to anyone in a long time, and has a goofy vibe.

Zhou Yan pondered, seemingly lost in thought.

Zhou Yan felt that the odds of victory were in his favor.

Talking and banter are all forms of communication; as long as you have a mouth and words, you can communicate.

The young man gave a gentle and sincere smile: "I want to talk to you..."

Clang, clang!
A few crisp sounds made Zhou Yan's smile freeze. He saw several things falling out of the girl's large Chinese-style school uniform sleeves.

Metal wrench, screwdriver.

There was also a wooden stick covered in nails.

A square red brick.

Zhou Yan, a modern man, was momentarily stunned. He stammered, "I only brought these preparations so that I could have a proper conversation with you."

The smiling Lord Zhou.

"Um???"

"Huh??? Communication?!"

when! ! !
With a loud crash, as the girl crouched down, another large object slammed down. It was a giant club, radiating the same metal and wood energy as before. Zhou Yan looked at its unique shape and knew it was undoubtedly a large piece of Geng metal born innately.

My thoughts froze.

No, is this a huge piece of Geng metal?

Communication? Wait, no, that's not right!

Just as he realized what was happening, the girl leaning on the large club looked up, seemingly exhausted and already panting.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

"Let's have a good talk, Zhou."

No, how do you plan to communicate?!
Don't breathe too hard, classmate.

Hey classmate, you can't have pink glitter in your eyes.

Wait a minute, classmate, you can't have hearts in your eyes!
"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Panting heavily, the delicate and lovely girl suddenly shouted and swung the large club in her hand—

Then it slammed down hard on Zhou Yan!
(End of this chapter)