Ark, I got cold a little early

During these three hundred years, the gentleman rarely sent letters, no, he never sent any letters.

Because if the gentleman wants to come, it will only take a moment, but it has been more than two hundred years since the gentleman last came to see me.

Time is fair, at least for ordinary people, but does it also apply to you, Mr. Zhongyue? He didn't know that even as a giant beast, his personality was very different from that of the young man he once was.

But sir... in my impression, he seems to be the same person who has never changed.

Time flies so fast.

"General! The followers of the great beast Jha are attacking again!"

When Chongyue was feeling sad about the passing of time, a soldier came to his tent and reported.

“Ya Mo…” Zhong Yue stood up, looking majestic without even getting angry.

"Order the entire army to guard Yumen. Do not engage the giant beast without authorization. Leave Ya to me."

Ya, humans value tools more than anything else, while animals are compassionate in their feelings.

Those who follow you are more like an absurdity hidden in violence and cowardice.

Perhaps some of them are really your apostles, but there are also many who are simply lunatics who are greedy for money and harm their compatriots. They are weak and feeble.

Compared with ordinary people, their martial arts are somewhat disgraceful, but they use bloody weapons on innocent people. They are unwilling to use their own strength and sweat to exchange for their own down-to-earth happiness, but do some shameful things in the name of giant beast believers.

They were born as human beings but they chose to explore the whereabouts of the giant beast, trying to become the minions of the giant beast, and use the name and power of the giant beast to spread cholera among the people... In the end, they ended up dead or alive.

They are almost worse than ants, and yet ants have never been defeated, but the mob will eventually destroy itself.

Shaking his head, Zhongyue stopped thinking too much and just walked out of Yumen slowly into the vast yellow sand.

……

"Shuo, you really are so aloof..." As if sensing Zhongyue's presence, Ya spoke angrily.

To Ya, Zhongyue's actions seemed like a denial and provocation.

As a giant beast, Ya is dismissive of everything in the human world. He is contemptuous and arrogant, and is still immersed in the arrogant style of ancient times.

He ridiculed Chongyue for joining the human race, and suffered long-term suspicion and doubt, or contempt for him for giving up his identity as a "year-old" just to seek the answer to the so-called "Who am I?"

"Ya, you will never understand humans." Zhongyue came to Ya alone and said in a light tone.

"Ridiculous! A mere hundred years! How dare you say you understand the meanness and shamelessness of mankind?" Ya's tone was disdainful. In his eyes, a hundred years was not even enough to lick one's wounds, so how could Zhongyue dare to say that he understood mankind.

A hundred years may seem short to Ya, but in Chongyue's eyes it is more than 30,000 days and nights of patrolling camps, guarding passes, and sending scouts on expeditions.

Year after year, month after month, for human beings, they are hidden inch by inch in the sleeves, from Sanjiu to Sanfu and then to the next Sanjiu.

In Chongyue's view, Ya, who was born to stand on a high place, seemed arrogant and weak in the face of human tenacity.

He laughed at the weakness of mankind and despised the creatures on this land who called themselves human beings, but he had no idea how he had been hunted by a group of "ants" a hundred years ago and had fallen into a deep sleep and escaped.

Now that you have woken up...you are still so arrogant that you have not repented?

Zhong Yue exhaled a breath of foul air and assumed a martial arts stance.

"That's why I say, you will never understand humans."

"After saying so much, you still won't avoid fighting me? Shuo!" Ya's eyes widened with excitement, and then the power of the giant beast began to fluctuate, and He intercepted this piece of heaven and earth.

Arrogance...

Seeing this, Chongyue sighed.

Fortunately, my teacher was there at that time, otherwise... at least I wouldn't have had the epiphany so quickly.

"I have nothing." With a silent thought, Zhongyue clenched his fist and instantly blasted out. In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color.

……

(Fuck, I didn’t even notice the sensitive word (zoology) when I wrote this… You’re amazing, Hedgehog Cat)

……

Si Suitai.

"Brother, have you written to the teacher again?" Wang, who had gradually become second only to Hongyu and above everyone else in Simi Tai, received a letter from Chongyue.

During this century, Hongyu announced to the public that he was old and was gradually handing over power to Wang. Everyone saw this behavior, and many people initially opposed it.

Simuitai was originally an institution established to supervise the fragments of "Sui". Although in the past hundred years, Simuitai has gradually become an indispensable department in Dayan that often deals with the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Law, its essential task is still supervision.

However, when the old emperor passed away and the new emperor came to power and started cleaning the palace, these sounds inexplicably disappeared.

"Jie, where is the sir?" Wang asked Jie, who occasionally came to help him with paperwork.

"Your sister got drunk and rode her Originium worm to who knows where. Sir went to look for her." Jie said speechlessly.

"I'm actually used to it, what's going on..." Wang said helplessly, "Forget it, let's wait until Mr. comes back."

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"Hey! Tell me, did the Grandmaster write those poems himself, or did he learn them somewhere? I've never seen the line 'I want to buy osmanthus flowers and carry wine with me, but it's not like the days of youth' that I heard him recite before in any ancient books."

"Was it written by the Grandmaster himself? Or by the Grandmaster's teacher, the first governor?"

"Well, it must have been written by the Grandmaster himself! I bet five Longmen coins!"

"Tsk! You're so stingy! I bet you ten Longmen coins! It was written by the First Governor!"

"What if they didn't write any of it?" someone interrupted.

"How is this possible?! Such poetic and picturesque verses! If they weren't written by a Grandmaster or a prefect, how could I have never seen them in books?!"

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You wrote a chapter with a bunch of banned words. You are a bit sensitive, cat guest.

Chapter 13: Consciousness of “Years”

"Shuo...ah no, that kid Chongyue is really famous all over the world now." Hongyu took the letter handed to him by Wang and felt a little emotional.

"So, big brother won't come back this year?" Ling Ziran lay on Hongyu's back, leaning his head slightly forward to see clearly what was written on the letter sent by Zhongyue.

A faint fragrance spread in Hongyu's nostrils, it was so familiar.

Pushing aside the hair that obscured the writing, Hong Yu read the letter again, then put it in the drawer and responded, "Well, he's not coming back."

"He still has his own things to do. It's been a hundred years...time flies so fast." He sighed.

"Ah...has it been a hundred years?" Ling scratched his head belatedly and said with a smile: "I still don't have any real feeling..."

Hong Yu chuckled, rubbed Ling's head and said, "Of course, because you, a girl, only know how to drink and live a life of drunkenness all day long. God knows what the world looks like in your eyes."

Ling brushed Hongyu's hand aside. Ling, whose appearance had become increasingly prettier over the past century, blushed slightly as she muttered in dissatisfaction, "I'm not a little girl anymore, old man!"

"Hahaha, you've changed your name for me from 'Yu' to 'old man', and you still say you have no feelings about time? Your name really touches me deeply..."

"Oh, what do you know? The name 'old fellow' is just my blessing for you to live longer. After all, I have never seen a mortal as old as you. So, I call you 'old fellow' with the blessing from the giant beast!" Ling raised a finger and poked Hongyu's still young cheek.

"So... in order to let you live longer, why don't you try calling me - Sister Ling?" Ling's expression gradually became presumptuous, and then she reached out to untie the silk that Hongyu had been wrapping around his eyes.

In her impression... Hongyu doesn't seem to care much about other people looking at him... right?

Ling suddenly felt unsure whether he had confused dreams with reality.

Hongyu smiled and held Ling's fingers, moving them away from his face. "Ling, I've noticed that you really don't take me seriously anymore, do you? Do you want me to help you recall your childhood?"

When Ling heard this, he immediately became obedient.

To be honest, when I heard from my eldest and second brothers that when I was still Long Bubble, I was released into the sky by Hongyu and was almost lost by Nian, I thought they were joking.

It wasn't until the eldest brother took out the kite with a nostalgic expression that Ling believed that the original Hongyu could really do something that disregarded his personality...

But Hongyu's character seems to have never been very serious...

Although being released into the sky wouldn't possibly cause any harm to Ling, it would still be too embarrassing...

Ling definitely didn't want to go through that again, so she walked away with a wry smile, muttering something like, "Tsk, not as easy to tease as before..."

"When have I ever been so funny? I think you have confused dreams and reality again..." Hongyu thought helplessly.

I don't know why Ling has been unable to distinguish between dreams and reality recently. I have tried to show my concern many times, but Ling always fooled me by saying that he was drunk.

After it happened many times, Hongyu gradually stopped asking about it.

He has this attitude towards all the fragments. They all have their own lives, and asking too many questions will only annoy people.

The empty house was once again quite deserted. Hong Yu didn't know why he suddenly wanted to sigh, "Everyone is busy, it's better to be busy..."

During these hundred years, except for Ling who has always been clinging to him, and Xi who is more socially anxious, all the other fragments left here for different reasons, just like Chongyue did before.

Either they are on the path to consolidating their "self", or they simply want to go out and see the world.

Or perhaps, it is the needs of Dayan and its concern for the people of the world.

Wang has gradually accepted the identity of the Simitai prefect, and it is estimated that it will only take a word from him to become the official.

In 2011, she went to Shangshu according to the needs of Dayan Ministry of Industry. However, from the letters she wrote every few days, Hongyu could tell that she was naturally fond of eating chili peppers and was probably living quite happily there.

As for Shu... as soon as he heard that there was a famine in Dahuang City, he applied to Hongyu and rushed there without stopping. However, he refused Hongyu's offer of help, saying that he "didn't want to cause trouble for the master anymore."

Oh, silly girl, you are the one who causes me the least trouble among all people.

Hongyu's memories ended, and he stood up to go out for a walk or make breakfast. After Xiao Twelve left, the task of cooking naturally fell on Hongyu, who had certain basic skills.

There was no other way. It was not an extravagant expectation for Hongyu, a drunkard, to do that. As for Xi...

He didn't want to eat food drawn with ink again...

These paintings might be delicacies to ordinary people, but when Hongyu ate them, it was nothing but ink, and he couldn't taste anything else. This incident made Xi sad for a long time...

Xi: The old guy is disgusted with me and doesn’t even want to eat the food I “cook”… (draws circles in the corner with a brush)

Hongyu held his forehead helplessly. He suddenly found that as he got older, he suddenly became very fond of reminiscing about the past.

Seeing that Xi had not left the house yet, Hongyu walked straight to Xi's room and knocked on the door, ready to call her to get up.

knock knock knock.

"Xi, get up."

knock knock knock.

"..."

Still sleeping?

Hongyu thought about it, and then opened the door directly.

"Yu..." A weak voice came from the bulge in the bed covered by the quilt. Xi slowly poked her head out, her pretty face pale. "I'm afraid..."

At this time, Xi's fingers were tightly grasping the bed sheet, the joints of her fingers were slightly white, and the tears that could no longer be held back flowed down her moist eyes drop by drop.

She saw Hongyu walking in, and almost the moment she finished saying this, Xi threw herself into Hongyu's arms, knocking him to the ground.

"Xi, what are you doing..." Hongyu was distracted by Xi's pounce. He was about to say something with the beautiful girl in his arms, but he fell silent when he saw Xi trying hard to hold back her tears.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Stroking Xi's trembling delicate body, Hongyu continued to comfort this little kitten who looked like a scared lion.

After a while, when Xi calmed down, Hongyu wiped Xi's red and swollen eyes and asked softly, "What did you dream about? Why did you scare and cry?"

To be honest, Hongyu knew that Xi was timid, but he didn't know that Xi was so timid that she would be scared to tears by a dream.

At this moment, Xi barely managed to control his emotions and said in a hoarse voice: "Yu... Is 'Sui' still alive..."

"I... I dreamed of Him... We... were all dead..."

After hearing this, Hongyu's eyes widened instantly.

He seemed to have forgotten one thing: when he defeated "Sui", "He" was still alive...

That is to say...

Damn, is there any sign of revival of the consciousness of “years”?

But... according to my memory... shouldn't He show signs of awakening thousands of years later? Although I do intend to completely resolve the "Year" incident before my death, but... this time is too early! Could it be the butterfly effect caused by my time travel?

Considering how I've been losing focus lately, and how I sometimes can't tell the difference between dreams and reality...

"Years old"...

Are you angry that you were defeated by a mortal?