"What legend?" Jiukong asked.

Liu Shoucai said: "A myth, do you know that there is a legend in the world about the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"

Jiukong said: "Of course I know that I also know that there is a Magpie Bridge meeting every year that can allow this mortal immortal to meet on the Magpie Bridge. You humans regard this matter as the most romantic."

"Yes, it's very romantic, but no one is thinking about another question."

"The problem? What is the problem between them? That's just a legend."

"It's true that it's a legend, but everyone feels that the Queen Mother, who has broken up their husbands, is very cruel, but ignores an important definition of myth." Liu Shoucai said.

"definition?"

"That's right, in ancient legends, one year in the sky, one year in the earth." Liu Shoucai said quietly.

Jiukong is not a human being, and his definition of time is somewhat vague, because it takes too long to survive. For a beast, the definition of time is how long it can survive, and that's all.

This is almost instinct.

Liu Shoucai said: "That is compassion for one's own people and persecution for outsiders."

"You're talking strangely." Jiukong said.

"Yes, it's very strange, so I'll give you the answer. The interpretation of one day in heaven and one year on earth is very interesting. As a human, the Cowherd Sun Shouyi can only see the Weaver Girl Beauty for one day every year, so for him, this day of every year is very precious and needs to live seriously. Right?" [Note 1]

"Yes."

"So, what about the Weaver Girl?" Liu Shoucai asked.

Jiukong said without hesitation: "You can see it every day!"

"Not bad!" Liu Shoucai snapped his fingers and raised his eyebrows: "So, for the Weaver Girl, it is actually something that can be seen every day, and time is not very precious to her. But I don't know that it would be too difficult for Sun Shouyi if it was calculated based on the life of a hundred years in the world."

"I understand what you mean a little." Jiukong said calmly.

"oh?"

"I think, you mean, the position we are in now is right where the Weaver Girl is?"

"Not bad!" Liu Shoucai said seriously, with no smile on his face.

Jiukong also pondered for a moment and became serious: "This is a good thing, but also a bad thing. Fortunately, you discovered it early."

"It seems you figured it out, too."

"Yes, it seems we have to cherish every day." Jiukong said.

Liu Shoucai said: "Yes, cherish every day. Even if the time difference between heaven and earth is one year, it seems that we are taking advantage, but in fact, we are meaninglessly squandering every precious day. In the past few months, although we controlled all the below-middle tribes around us, our overall strength did not increase much."

"Then do you mean to declare war on the higher tribe?" Jiukong raised his eyebrows and said, "These few months have not been in vain. Whether it is Jiukong or Ling Muzi, Liu Shoucai and the other two have already clearly known the rules of the game in this world.

Wars between equal tribes cannot intervene at will, but if you want to advance, it is another rule.

According to the current strength of the Shingo tribe, rashly provoking advanced wars will almost be a result of failure.

"I'm not waiting for time. Let the Zhenwu tribe inform the senior brother that we are preparing to capture a large number of dragon horse beasts. As long as there are a thousand cavalry, we should be able to traverse in this world. As long as we don't touch the four ancient tribes, there are also quite high-level tribes, ordinary high-level tribes are enough for us to digest them." Liu Shoucai said.

"Do you have a plan?"

Liu Shoucai nodded and said, "Recruiting troops and using the dragon horse beast as bait should allow some of the worst class among the higher tribes to join us, or even recombined and merged into one tribe."

"That's easy to control?"

"Control? Why should we control? Do we want to be king here? Just give me a legion of tens of thousands, as long as these legions can exert their strength in collaborative combat, under our high pressure, they can only fight for us to the death. When we leave here, the genius cares whether they can get along well with each other." Liu Shoucai said disdainfully.

Jiukong smiled and said, "You have to plant a seed of destruction."

Liu Shoucai glanced at Jiukong and said, "I'm not that bored. I never want to come back to this place for a second time in my life. Unless..."

Speaking of this, Liu Shoucai stopped and seemed to have thought of something.

Jiukong hurriedly asked, "Unless what?"

"Haha, unless I become a god!" Liu Shoucai replied.

"It seems that there are still things that attract you here." Jiukong said calmly, but said the idea.

Liu Shoucai didn't deny it and nodded, "Don't it attract you?"

"I don't have any interest, I only have one goal."

"I know, to resurrect those big and small bald heads."

Jiukong nodded and said nothing.

...

This person must live with a goal. Even if it is a spiritual race like Jiukong, it is a bit unrealistic to fight without a goal.

For Liu Shoucai, he just wanted to become an immortal, at least he was a god, breaking the shackles that the spirit-controlling person could not live forever.

Xiaobai’s ultimate goal is to become an immortal beast, and then his descendants of Mr. Bai can be called the Bihuo Xianxiao. You will know that they are descendants of immortals, and they are 13.

Jiukong's goal is to become the lowest demigod, and he can reverse time and space to resurrect several bald heads with no connection with it. He does not consider the consequences at all, nor is he afraid that the heavenly way will bring infinite punishments to make it disappear in the past, the future and the present, and everything will be empty after all. But Jiukong is willing to think that all this was given to it by those monks, so he just returns it back. As for whether they can remember themselves after they come alive?

Liu Shoucai couldn't do this.

As for his third brother Ling Muzi, Liu Shoucai really doesn't know what Ling Muzi's goal is.

It seems that Badou has no goal, and he always messes with himself.

However, Liu Shoucai believed that as long as he lived a life of his own, his relatives, friends, brothers and sisters would not be too bad.

But I don’t know if my mother can benefit from me.

After all, there is no "life-and-death" in this world. It is impossible to learn from the Monkey King. It is as simple as snatching it and picking off the name above.

There is a ghost world in the Netherworld, but the situation there is much more complicated than outside. It is said that the world in the Netherworld is very big and very big. I have been in it, but I have only seen a corner of that world.

"My junior brother, are you looking for me?"

This is two days after Liu Shoucai and Jiukong's conversation.

Liu Shoucai was lying bored on the branch of a fire-breaking tree and burning the "firelight", and Ling Muzi's voice came from not far away.

"Good, third brother, I haven't seen you for a few months, and I'm just looking at you with a big change." Liu Shoucai only took a look and felt the difference between Ling Muzi. This was definitely the spirit that had only been transformed. That feeling seemed to affect the surroundings.

Jiukong smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Yes, spiritual transformation, spiritual promotion, and soul growth, all three have become much stronger."

Liu Shoucai raised his thumb and said, "It's just that the three are integrated."

"This is too difficult and will waste a lot of time. If it weren't for the danger here, it might not be a good thing here." Ling Muzi walked to Liu Shoucai. Compared to such a branch that was more than three or four meters thick, it was really easy to sit side by side.

[Note 1 Explanation:] The Cowherd is called Sun Shouyi, and the Weaver Girl is called Liren.

There is a passage in Ren Fang's "Shu Yi Ji" by Ren Fang in the Southern and Northern Dynasties: "In the east of the river, there is a beautiful woman, who is the son of the Emperor of Heaven and the female worker of loom. He worked hard every year and weaved into a garment of clouds, mist, silk and silk. He worked hard but had no joy, and he had no time to organize his appearance. The Emperor of Heaven pity him and married the Long Niu of Hexi. From then on, he abandoned the merits of weaving and did not return. The emperor was angry and blamed for Hedong, and met him every year."

The origin of the legend of Cowherd and Weaver Girl is inseparable from the prototype of life. In the play of the Shandong folk opera "Tianhe Pair", it was mentioned that the Cowherd was named Sun Shouyi and lived in Cowherd Guan Village.
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