Ming Dynasty, New Rome, and Infinite Divine Machine

She stood between Xiao Hong and Fu Yuanshan: "If you want to capture Yan Qiu, you have to get past me first!"

"Oh, interesting." Fu Yuanshan looked at the two of them. "I originally wanted to take Yanqiu away from Shangluo and let him feel powerless, but I didn't expect that he would predict it. But Your Excellency Dragon King, I don't think you need to side with him, right? If you want to eat hot pot, I can treat you."

"Really?" Xiao Hong was stunned for a moment, then shook her head violently, "Then I can't do that. I've already promised him, absolutely not. I will definitely stand between you two! I will!"

Before she finished her words, a spell suddenly stuck to Xiaohong's neck from behind. A numbing lightning struck her unconscious, and Xiaohong fell face down without a word.

Yanqiu raised her hands behind her back, with lightning still flowing on her hands: she was also a cultivator, and she also knew lightning magic.

"Hmm?" Fu Yuanshan looked at her, "Are you willing to go with me?"

"I only agreed to cooperate with Shangluo. This...this dragon has nothing to do with me. Let's go, Uncle Master, where are you taking me?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Fu Yuanshan heard something. He heard the sound of burning flames. It seemed that Yanqiu had been unhappy with the Dragon King since just now. But he didn't expect that Yanqiu could knock her down directly.

"Very good, very good. You still have your master in your heart, and it's worth it for me to treat you to so many wontons."

He took out a set of talismans and said, "Just stick them under your feet and I will fly with you."

The thunder magic of Shenxiao Sect is all displayed in the form of spells. In theory, not only the thunder itself, but any flowing energy can be considered thunder. Regardless of earth, fire, water, or wind, as long as it flows with energy, it can be considered thunder magic. Although Fu Yuanshan's ability has always been displayed in the form of wind, it is indeed thunder magic without a doubt.

After adjusting the talisman, armor and horse, Yanqiu tied the rope tighter: "Is this all right, uncle-master?"

"Yes. Don't open your eyes when you fly later - I won't cover your eyes. After all, you are a disciple of our sect and you know the rules."

"Eh? I thought we were flying over there? Turns out we were shrinking the ground to get there?"

"Flying has its uses, and shrinking the ground has its uses. There is a sword formation chasing me outside, so of course I have to use shrinking the ground. Are you ready? We are leaving."

Yanqiu nodded.

"Okay." Fu Yuanshan made a crouching start position, which was a precursor to using the earth-shrinking technique. Yanqiu stood behind her, eyes closed and motionless. When Fu Yuanshan shrunk the earth later, she would run with him.

"Get ready." Fu Yuanshan started counting down with full concentration. Counting down was not just for counting, but also for adjusting the state and letting the earth-shrinking machine go in the right direction. He needed to concentrate his mind to activate the earth-shrinking machine:

"5, 4, 3, 2"

Suddenly, a ray of light shot out from the woods beside the tree and hit Fu Yuanshan who was counting down intently.

With a stumble, Fu Yuanshan rushed forward, leaving a gully on the ground, and directly hit the broken stele of Yangshan Stele. Xiaohong, who was lying on the ground, rushed over like lightning, and a dragon tail hit Fu Yuanshan's back: "Haha! Old boy, you have been fooled by my trick of faking death! How could that little girl's thunder talisman knock me down? I am the Dragon King who controls thunderstorms in a certain area! You should also lie on the ground for a while!"

“Puff~” He spat a mouthful of blood on the ground. “So you guys are still pretending to be me. It doesn’t look like you’re pretending at all. Who was that just now? Come out! Who fired the cold gun and interrupted my spellcasting just now?!”

"It's me." Wen Yuan poked his head out from the bushes.

"Ah!" Yanqiu was startled. "So there's another person! I was wondering why there's a sequel to the story between Xiaohong and I. It turns out Shangluo asked you to ambush here. You hid really well."

"I was here from the beginning to the end. I didn't hide at all."

Chapter 949 The Truth

"You bunch of boys, you even managed to collect a newly born Dragon King. Although they are young, you all have pretty good acting skills." Fu Yuanshan's chest hit the wall due to a failed start, and his back was hit hard by the dragon's tail, causing him to spit out several pools of blood that looked like peach blossoms.

"So I didn't act at all." Wen Yuan asked in confusion while holding the gun, "Why does it seem like Shangluo is the only one who notices me?"

"Uncle Master, are you okay?" Yan Qiu ran over and saw two blood flowers on the ground:

"Tsk, it's okay, it's just a little blood."

“I thought you were here to care about me.”

"Hey, uncle, you are a celestial being. If I still care about you for such a minor injury, it means I look down on you. Uncle, you are not angry, right?"

Fu Yuanshan flipped his hand and hit her on the head with a chestnut.

"Don't talk too much to him." Xiao Hong said as she surrounded them, "Tie him up first, and take him back to the Lord of Heaven to ask for a reward."

"Heh." Fu Yuanshan looked at her and sneered - the next second, a cloud of white mist exploded where he was.

After the white mist dissipated, a piece of talisman paper painted in blood fell from the sky.

"???" Xiao Hong was stunned for a moment, "Is this, fake?"

"Yeah, it's fake." Yan Qiu stood up. "I also find it a little strange. It's ok that he was ambushed by us, but why did he vomit blood? It must be fake. He is very thick-skinned."

"It turns out that the celestial beings are so powerful."

"What do you think?" Yanqiu asked back.

"I thought they were all like Shangluo and couldn't cast spells."

"Even if Shangluo hits you with a hammer, he's still better than you."

"Um." Wen Yuan, who was standing next to him, raised her hand. "Can you two stop for a moment? We need to report the situation here to Shangluo."

Before he finished speaking, Shangluo contacted him:

"Hey, Wen Yuan, how are things going over there?"

Wen Yuan was moved when she heard Shangluo's voice: "Shangluo, you are the only one who thought of me. Did you send this message to a group of people or just to me?"

"Only to you. They might still be acting. Why do you sound so touched?"

"Ah, forget it. How's your side? We did hit General Fu twice, but he was beaten into a piece of talisman paper."

"As expected."

"Really?" Wen Yuan asked in surprise, "Is it the same over there?"

"Yes, it was fake. Our sword formation stopped him. He was surrounded by us and couldn't escape. Then he sneered and turned into talisman paper."

[So he was running so fast, was it all pieces of paper flying?] Looking at the talisman paper held in Shangluo's hand, Apollonia felt that she seemed to have discovered the truth. Or, at least part of the truth.

"Not necessarily." Shangluo shook his head. "Probably not every time, but in all the times we've met, he's probably used paper quite a few times. He sometimes seems incredibly agile, probably because he's remotely controlling it."

"That's even more outrageous! This is even more outrageous than supersonic flight, because you can't even tell if it's real or fake. And it can even cast spells? Can you tell the difference?"

"Looking back, at least the first time he came to save me should have been true. Think about it, what similarities do his subsequent actions have with his first appearance?"

[Ah!] Apollonia gathered the information and immediately found the commonality. [It's the storm! These two pieces of paper appeared and disappeared without a sound, but when they actually took off, it seemed that they would make a huge sound like a storm, which was far from the silent movement of the pieces of paper.]

Apollonia projected several scenes of their meeting in front of Shangluo:

Fu Yuanshan breaks through the floor and falls from the sky

Fu Yuanshan soared into the sky while demonstrating the round light.

The sound of the storm reappeared in Shangluo's ears, completely different from its recent sudden appearances like a ghost.

"You've been recording this whole time?"

"Where did I get the video? I asked Doudou to help me draw the videotape."

"Good fellow, I thought you, as a god, had this ability."

"I am the divine machine in charge of wisdom, not the divine machine in charge of cameras. If you want to record a video, go find an automatic machine. There must be an automatic machine with a recording function. Once you have completely settled the matter of New Antioch, it will be no problem to find 24 video recorders to record you around the clock."

"Well, Miss Apollonia, the ancient Greek god of wisdom. Can you analyze where the real body of our General Fu Yuanshan is based on your video?"

[Hmm] Apollonia pondered for a moment, [I guess the real body must still be in a deep mountain somewhere in the southwest, not far from Qingcheng Mountain, maybe it is still in Qingcheng Mountain.]

"Cough!" In a secluded and deserted cave in Qingcheng Mountain, Fu Yuanshan coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. One was caused by Xiaohong's whipping, and the other was caused by Shangluo's sword formation.

"These guys are really vicious. This general is blessed with great fortune, otherwise their ribs would have been broken with these two blows." He touched the painful spots in front and behind him, "Tsk, Shangluo's attack was accurate, but Xiaolong's attack was careless, and he hit me hard with his tail. And this one... This one hurts so much."

He recalled it, and the shock came back with the memory. He could indeed cast spells with his clones, but he also had to bear the consequences of the clones—and the heavy blows.

"Hiss~~" The heavy blow made him cover his head in pain, "Good fellow, I was interrupted by a sneak attack. There were two hits. Hiss, my head hurts. Hiss, my stomach hurts. Hiss, my back hurts even more."

He looked at the package, trying to find some pills to eat.

"It's bad! I left the elixir in the Taoist temple."

He looked outside the cave. The Taoist temple he came to was actually within his sight. He was less than a few hundred meters away from the door and was at the back of the temple.

But now that things had come to this, he couldn't just go back and get the medicine. He was in such a state of backache from being beaten that he definitely couldn't let anyone see him.

"What should I do?" He used a bottle of ice to apply to his forehead. "It would be great if I could replenish my spiritual energy right away. It would be great if I could take spiritual medicine right now."

Suddenly, he sniffed: "What's that smell? It smells so good. Why does it seem like someone is eating hot pot? It seems like someone is right next to me?"

He stood up by holding onto the cave wall. He was not injured, but his clone was not as resistant as his original body, which brought him excessive karma.

Excessive causality brings excessive impact. This kind of spiritual impact needs some spiritual healing to fade away. If there is a bowl of spiritual hot pot to eat at this time, how great it would be! If there is really hot pot here, how great it would be.

Chapter 950 Hot Pot

"Mimi mimi~Mimi mimi~Mimi mimi~" A strange voice was humming a song. The sound was as auspicious as a crane, with the coquettishness of a sheep and the lingering sound of a cat.

Long Long grabbed a palm leaf fan that he had picked up from the kitchen and fanned the firewood that had been brought in from the kitchen. On the firewood was a large pot that had been brought in from the kitchen, and in the pot was a whole pot of bamboo shoots. He also sprinkled red dates, ginger, eggplant, enoki mushrooms, kelp, and yam in it. Of course, the most important thing was bamboo shoots. As a panda, although he was already a spiritual animal, he still loved eating bamboo shoots. Seeing that the porridge in the pot was starting to boil, he sprinkled a handful of tribute vegetables in it.

"Ah, although I haven't found the hot pot base, today is a good time to try Guangdong's porridge-based hot pot. A big pot of bamboo shoots, this is how you should eat it."

Although there was no proper hot pot base, he still added some soy sauce and chili oil to the porridge to provide the base flavor.

Sitting on the stone, he couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and chopsticks. There was another set of bowls and chopsticks next to him, which were prepared for the apprentice he had just accepted today.

"Where is that monkey? They said there was monkey wine. I wonder, isn't monkey wine from macaques? How can golden monkeys have monkey wine? They said they were going to get it, but they haven't come back in such a long time. Could they have been caught? Should I eat it myself first?"

The porridge was already boiling. The cooked bamboo shoots were bubbling in the pot, and the bamboo shoots that had been put in earlier were also boiling in the pot, having been cooked to a degree that was edible.

"Oh, forget it." He put down his bowl and chopsticks.

In the face of his younger brother and his appetite, he, as a righteous beast, chose to wait. Anyway, the vegetables in the pot were all hard, so it wouldn't be a big deal to cook them a little longer.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the bushes behind.

"Hey, why are you here just now?" He complained and picked up the bowl and chopsticks to eat, and a pair of primate hands indeed appeared beside him -

"???"

Suddenly, he found that there was no golden monkey hair on his hand. It was actually a human hand!

He turned around suddenly and saw that familiar face.

"General Fu! Why are you here? Didn't you go to fight Shangluo?"

Fu Yuanshan looked at him blankly. He looked at the panda, then at the boiling hot pot.

"Am I knocked out? Why are there pandas eating hot pot?"

"You... you weren't knocked out. It was me."

"I must be dizzy. The panda is talking."

"It's me! General Fu!" Long Long immediately took out a token and verified his identity.

Fu Yuanshan saw the sign and patted his head. His smart IQ regained the upper hand. He then understood the current situation within 0.5 seconds:

"You, secretly took the bamboo shoots from Qingcheng Mountain and want to eat them all by yourself?"

"No! I never eat alone. I want to give half to Aji. Because he opened the door lock and I moved the rice jar. I am still waiting for him."

"Aji? Are you talking about the golden monkey? It can't come. It's learning dancing with Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Ah!!!!" Long Long was startled. "Why is she here? Why is Her Royal Highness the Princess here too?"

"Are you afraid of her?" Fu Yuanshan pressed his bear head. "Listen, I don't care about your cheating, and I don't care about you running away without telling Zhu Ling - this big pot of bamboo fruits belongs to me."

"Can I eat half of it? I tried to light the fire for a long time but couldn't. I went to the kitchen to get a lighter and finally lit it. After that, I cooked for a long time. General Fu, why are you eating the panda's food?"

"I'm Shudaoshan!" Fu Yuanshan recited the hometown accent that every panda has engraved in their hearts.

"One bowl! Just one bowl! I'll just eat one bowl!"

"Eat."

Longlong did not dare to slack off. He immediately used the soup spoon he got from the kitchen to serve a bowl to Fu Yuanshan and added two more bamboo shoots.

"What do I want you to do with the bamboo shoots? Eat the vegetables yourself. I'll only eat the bottom of the pot."

"Ah?" Long Long was stunned. "I'm eating hot pot, and you're eating the hot pot base? Isn't this inappropriate?"

He glanced at Fu Yuanshan's eyes, and immediately put away all the boiled vegetables in the bowl, and only presented Fu Yuanshan with a bowl of porridge made from bamboo berries.

Although some soy sauce and chili oil were added to it, the fragrance of this spiritual object had already improved Fu Yuanshan's mood by 30%. The remaining 70% depended on eating.

Took a bite.

"Your craftsmanship is pretty good, kid?"