Wang Yu and Wang Ling really stayed in Anyang honestly and began to restore the skills and knowledge in their memories. Wang Hui had almost forgotten it, but Wang Ling basically still retained this memory, which is enough to prove that Wang Yu did not actually forget them, but abandoned them, otherwise Wang Ling should not have this memory.

The technology that has been passed down has brought a lot of benefits to Anyang, making it more prosperous. However, Wang Yu's technology that they can transform and replicate is limited after all, and the next step is to rely on local creatures to draw inferences from each other and bring forth the new. As for these things, it has nothing to do with Wang Yu. The man stood on the wall of Anyang City and looked down on the endless flow of people coming and going, his expression was flat. From time to time, someone saluted him respectfully from a distance, but Wang Yu never reacted, and now everyone knew who Anyang's master was.

The Zhou Dynasty is now in turmoil, and it has nothing to do with the technology they have passed down. When the various feudal lords realized that they had advanced productive forces in their hands that could skyrocket their production capacity, the ensuing expansion of ambition was almost inevitable, coupled with the remoteness of the pickaxe capital, Wang Hui consolidated the sacrosanct status of Anyang by force during this time, so now the feudal princes are thinking of ways to curry favor with Anyang Jun, but Wang Hui does not want to deal with humans now, so they are destined to return in vain.

After looking at it for a while, Wang Yu tapped the ground with a bamboo cane and said to Wang Ling, who was holding an umbrella for himself behind him:

"Let's go, go back. ”

"Don't look at it?"

Wang Ling asked.

"It's all the same. ”

Wang Hao replied softly.

Perhaps it is due to the richer emotions brought about by the mature social structure, and unlike the simple and pure youkai, the human mind is more complex, more changeable, and more unpredictable.

Now, Wang Yu is finally convinced that he can no longer be called a human.

"Oh, it turns out that I have also become a mythical god who calls for wind and rain, a cruel and bloodthirsty monster. ”

Wang Hao shook his head with a wry smile and took the lead in walking forward.

In his previous life, the word monster appeared in the Han and Tang dynasties, and the mystical view of the early people was relatively simple, only gods and ghosts, and Taoism was the same, and there was never any so-called monster heart demon. Later, with the introduction of Nestorian Buddhism, negative forces became colorful in people's hearts, demons, spirits, monsters, and ghosts bloomed, and different religions on the land of China also merged with each other for various reasons, constituting a unique local mythological worldview.

However, in this world, probably because of Wang Yu's relationship, the word monster was popularized early, referring to strange and strange things. On top of that, if it is good for people, it is a god, and if it is harmful to people, it is a demon. Anyang Jun is a god who hides his identity in Yin Shang, and in the early Zhou Dynasty is a fierce monster, to now, because of the various benefits and conveniences he brings, Wang Yu has become a god who is loved by people, and I don't know why he can give good luck to the news, so Anyang Jun is full of gods, and many people want to worship it, and the incense continues. Those who are able to do so will go to Anyang in person to ask for mercy from the gods. Wang Ling, Wang Jiang, and Wang Wei - that is, the pet nine-tailed fox - also each have their own god tablets, but most of them are silent except for Wang Jiang, and they are basically counted as Wang Hui's affiliated families.

It's ironic.

"That's right, judging from the life span of a person, the events of the founding of the country hundreds of years ago have long been a vague pile of old papers, where to remember the blood feud between us. ”

Wang Yu shook his head, and suddenly felt excited. Ordinary people have forgotten, and those who have attained the Tao of Qi refining dare not come, and the face of Zi Shou, his life is still vivid in Wang Hao's mind, as if it was yesterday. However, for human beings, it is just the unlucky king of the last dynasty, nothing more, not even a talking point, and the story of the king has long been chewed to the point that it has no taste. It's just that because Wang Yu is still there, no one dares to splash dirty water on him.

This is the difference between the eternal and the short-born.

"Ahem......"

As he walked, Wang Hao suddenly let out a long sigh.

It's just that after this sigh, Wang Hao's old state, his slightly rickety back, his hands in his sleeves, his gray and flat eyes, and the decaying twilight of decay, all these unconscious actions have disappeared, and he has not been able to completely restore Wang Yu who is familiar with Cangyun and Wang Ling, but compared to the hundreds of years after Zishou's death, he can still be called energetic and radiant.

"Old, Daddy?"

Wang Ling looked at Wang Hui in surprise, and Wang Hui smiled back with an indifferent smile.

"Well, I figured it out. ”

He paused.

"I said I understood, but I didn't. I'm just lying to myself, making myself have to accept the fact that my loved one has died, making myself admit that I have lost the silly boy and the little fox, and deep down in my heart, I am still in pain, anger, sadness, and hatred, but I am afraid to accept what my son suffers, so I will not retaliate. And now, I've finally figured it out. The past is the past, and I still regret it, but I can't manipulate time. ”

Wang Ling blinked.

"Dad, do you still remember what promised Zishou, then isn't it a foul for you to spread advanced technology before? To be honest, I thought you were going to play Zhou Guo to death. ”

Wang Yu let out a disdainful sneer.

"I'm here for the world, not for humanity, of course. ”

"Wow, there's this kind of operation, Dad, you're really still that despicable and shameless Dad. ”

Wang Ling's face was full of admiration.

"I'm so bold that I dare to say that about your father. Let's go, ask Jiang'er if she would like to hang out with us. ”

"Going out, yes, yes, where are you going?"

Wang Yu glanced at Wang Ling.

"I remember that we were going to go to the sea and find out the edge of the world, right? ”

"Well, I'm fine, but Jiang'er doesn't seem to be close to water. ”

"That's why I asked. What about you, do you want to go with us?"

After a while, Bamboo, who has become more and more silent in recent years, responded:

"Well, take me one. ”

"Good. ”

As a result, Wang Jiang really refused.

"Father, you should be the shopkeeper and have nothing to do, but I have to govern the entire Anyang City, how can I have the leisure and spare time to run around with you. ”

Wang Jiang lowered his head and tapped a proposal with his fingertips on the jade board to show permission, and said without raising his head.

"Besides, I have no interest in the mysteries of the world, and I have no grudge against the world, and I do not need to be contemplating his weaknesses every day. ”

She raised her eyes and glanced at Wang Yu.

"So let me refuse. ”