With 5,000 years of history, China is the oldest country in the world. 『』【No pop-up novel network baoly】

There are countless legends hidden in this thick land...

The gods, Buddhas, demons and ghosts in the sky, the romantic people who dominate the world, and the unparalleled emperors of the ages have been drowned in the long river of time.

True and false, false and false, who can tell clearly.

There was once a great monk with a peaceful face, a pair of small eyes that seemed to contain all things in heaven and earth, and said: "Time, luck, life..."

"It's not for us."

"My Buddha Shakyamuni once prophesied that this world is the age of the end of the Dharma, where will my Buddha go?"

The monk sat cross-legged, and a trace of worry flashed on his peaceful face.

But it is said that in Guizhou Province, there is a settlement on the shore of one hundred and eight islands hidden in the lake, and there is a settlement about a few kilometers away.

There are about 100 buildings in the area, and the buildings are typical of the Yi people, resembling 'ganlan', which can be seen as a small and medium-sized village.

In the deepest part of the village, there is one building that stands out the most, both in terms of height and craftsmanship.

I saw an old man on the second floor of the house, wearing a solemn coat and holding a cigarette gun in his hand, standing on the balcony.

The old man's beard and hair were white, and there were furrows on his face, and he could only see that he was smoking a deep puff of dry smoke, and his old eyes looked at the lake, and he looked a little distracted.

In the dark night, it is said that it is beneficial to reach out and not see the five fingers, but the old man's eyes are extraordinarily bright and secluded, as if he is looking through the front.

"Ah, the ghost master!"

At this moment, I saw another old man standing behind him at some point, bowing his head slightly.

"Recently, there have been visions from time to time, and people have been sent to pay close attention to Baihua Lake."

I only heard that this was called the ghost master, and it was also the old man who led everyone to worship and pray for blessings a few days ago, frowned and said: "At this time, the mission that has been passed down from generation to generation of our clan must not be the slightest bit wrong!" ”

The old man's expression became extremely strict, and the temperament he exuded was also different from that of ordinary old people, which was a sense of majesty that was passed down from generation to generation.

"Could it be that the last worship..."The ghost lord's words fell, and the other old man's face was suddenly shocked, and he opened his mouth to say, his tone seemed to be full of jealousy, and he didn't even dare to call it famous.

Before the man could finish speaking, the majestic old man waved his hand to stop the question.

"I understand, Ah Ju Ghost Lord, from tonight onwards, he will send good hands to wait!"

The voice fell, and the two were speechless, and a dull atmosphere enveloped the two.

There seemed to be a great horror in the dark night, and he was about to open his bloody mouth.

"I've informed Qi Qihuo and asked him to rush back as quickly as possible." After a long time, the old man, who was revered as the ghost lord of Ah Zhu, spoke: "Qi Qihuo should bring a master back!" ”

"Stand down, go and arrange for a watchman."

I saw the old man who came behind him bowing slightly, and then quickly retreated, and the sturdy man was no worse than the young man.

The cold wind blew, and the old man took another puff of dry tobacco, and there was no superfluous expression on the old man's face.

'Ghost Lord'

If there is a professor who has studied the Yi nationality here, he must be exclaimed.

Because the name of the ghost lord is thousands of years ago, the title of the leader of the ancient Yi tribe, the Yi people at that time ruled this area of Guizhou Province, known as the Luo ghost country.

Although this country is mysterious, it has long since disappeared in the long river of history, why is there a 'ghost master' in this small village?

The night is cold, and no one will ever know what kind of secrets this village hides.

This land is too old, too vast...

The stars shifted, and he looked at Hangzhou again.

It is often said that only by enduring loneliness can we keep prosperity.

There are only less than two days left before the studio departs for Lincheng in Guizhou Province, and many planners and planners are still exploring the oriental urban planning by the Xianghu Lake during the day.

"Old Cai, my team and I will fly to Guizhou Province tomorrow night."

In the courtyard, I only saw that he looked at Cai Lao during the day and said with a smile: "The rest of the content is still up to you after all!" ”

"You are the most important urban planners in China."

When the words fell, a group of old people with many assistants stood up one after another, facing the day with a stern expression, and then bowed down in unison: "Thank you for teaching us!" ”

"In the future, no matter what kind of course the Oriental urban planning develops." Cai Lao and several old friends beside him glanced at each other, and then said seriously: "Teacher, you will always be the father of Oriental urban planning!" ”

"Sit down, sit down!"

"It is only through the joint efforts of everyone that it is possible to truly develop it." Sitting casually during the day, there was a slight smile on his clean face: "I don't know what arrangements Cai Lao and the others will make in the future?" ”

"We're going to go to your hometown of Zhucheng first."

These days, Cai Lao's spirit has obviously reached the highest point, his face is ruddy, his voice is loud, and he said: "The plan you left in Zhucheng has started. ”

"We're going to experience the first city under the shadow of Oriental urban planning."

Beside him, a group of companions showed excitement and anticipation when they heard this.

"In a few years, when Zhucheng has the appearance of oriental urban planning, I will take it to the Venice City Biennale!"

Cai Lao kept talking, as if he had thought of something, and said loudly in a high tone.

During the day, I never knew that at this moment, there was another turmoil in the Chinese architectural community.

Even, the attention of the comprehensive museum in Lincheng, Guizhou Province soared rapidly for a while, and countless pairs of eyes came from abroad.

"Brother Tian, Brother Tian! Something is wrong! ”

At this moment, I saw Zhong Haixu trotting slightly towards the day, and his face looked a little hurried.

Not much, Zhong Haixu stopped in front of the day and hummed for a while, and then he didn't care about the sweat left on his face and opened his mouth to speak.

"The sky can't fall, wipe your sweat, and speak slowly."

Before he could say anything, he blocked back during the day.

It is also magical, maybe it is the magic of the day's words that can make people believe and feel at ease, Zhong Haixu heard it, and his anxious mood was immediately eased.

"Brother Tian, Master Zahahadid announced his plan on the official website of the Qi World just a few minutes ago."

Zhong Haixu wiped his sweat and organized the language: "Master Zaha Hadid announced in a high-profile manner that their studio will jointly design a comprehensive museum plan for Lincheng in Guizhou Province with the Muller Design Institute, and participate in the bidding with us!" ”

"Zaha?"

Daytime let out a startled sound, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, too... According to our inference, the comprehensive museum in Guizhou Province may be the largest comprehensive museum in the world in recent years. ”

"Ten miles of different winds, a thousand island culture. It's not a challenge..."

Bai Bai's face showed thought, and his eyebrows frowned and analyzed: "Although Master Zaha has won the highest award, there is no particularly famous work in the museum. ”

"As a master, you shouldn't be without a museum that can shake the world!"

This is the place of museums in the circle of architects

"Then we" Zhong Haixu looked a little worried: "Are we going to be tough with Zaha Hadid?" ”

Hai Xu's tone was terrifying.

They have never been afraid of the top design institute in China, but this time it is different, this time the opponent is the one who stands at the pinnacle of the field of architects.

It is a small number of architects who have won the equivalent of the Nobel Prize in the architectural world and are still active around the world, known as Zaha Hadid, the female devil of the architectural world.

Not to mention Zhong Haixu and others, after hearing the news, the five top studios couldn't help but start scolding their mothers.

It's just, if you say it, you spill it. At this time, they can only bite the bullet and send the best team!

And at this moment, the rest of the studio also appeared, and everyone looked at the daytime.

"What are you afraid of!"

During the day, the eyebrows became gentle, and a pair of eyes appeared bright and sharp, sweeping straight towards everyone, and the same voice exploded.

"We just have to do our best."

As he spoke, he also stood up and looked directly at everyone, but his tone became unhurried.

"Even if it's a master, we slaughtered her!"

Strange to say, the sound of the day was obviously not very loud, but the moment the voice started, it made everyone tremble violently, and there was power gushing out along the heavenly spirit!

"Yes, in the land of Huaguo, even if she is a master, we also slaughtered her!"

Sicong reacted the fastest, his eyes were fanatical, and he actually raised his right hand violently and shouted.

"God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!"

"Who can stop us?"

Hai Xu, Miyan, Sang Yu and everyone else, their eyebrows were slanted together, and their faces looked fanatically shouting.

All of a sudden, Sven's aura suddenly disappeared, and a group of architects looked extremely crazy.

The planners of all ages standing on one side were stunned.

On the second floor of Fanghua, Ye Xingxuan held his chin and looked at the people in the courtyard, his eyebrows flashing with fascination.

It's just a few words, and during the day, the battle of the people has been mobilized.

And in fact, it is not wrong to say that during the day, he once slaughtered the master on the battlefield in front of the design, and he was a master with more prestige than Zaha Hadid. Meyer!

Of course, it was in the field of fashion design, where two architects clashed.

"Hahaha...."

By the West Lake, there was a hearty laugh in the office of the dean of the Muller Design Institute, but for some reason, this laughter was a little scary.

"I see what else you're going to do with me this time."

After a long while, the laughter subsided, and only Jimmy was seen. Sarri's eyes were grim and he gritted his teeth.

"That's not right!"

Jimmy. Sarri suddenly paused and sneered: "This is not enough, there is no shame in being crushed by Master Zaha!" ”

"I'm going to keep you and the studio in the industry forever looking up."

The words came out of my mouth almost word by word.

"Le'er, are you going again this time?"

Shanghai, the office of the president of Huazhong Design Institute.

A middle-aged man sat at the desk, looked at the young designer in front of him, and asked with a soft face, "Zaha is out of the horse." ”

"This project competition is not just a competition for the older generation of designers"

"Uncle!"

The young designer held his head high and looked a little stubborn: "It's not terrible to lose, I'm afraid of losing 10,000 times, I'll also stand up 10,000 times!" ”

"The scary thing is that I don't even have the courage to face it!" Qing gritted his teeth, and his eyes were very determined: "In that case, I will never be qualified to stand in front of them." ”

When the words fell, the middle-aged man fell silent for a long time.

Half a minute later, the middle-aged man looked at Qingle with a smile on his face: "I understand." ”

"Le'er, let it go! Even if we lose 10,000 times, we can still stand up for the 10,000th time, and we can still hold our heads high! ”

I don't know about the scenes that happen in these different places during the day, and I don't want to know about them.

The sky is dark, Gu Yun curls up in the arms of the day, and there is still a light flush on her pretty face.

"Brother Tian, will we be together forever?"

Gu Yun stretched out her white and tender thin fingers to draw circles on Bai Bai's chest, and suddenly her eyes widened, looking at Bai Bai, as if she wanted to see through all the thoughts of Bai Bai.

The bright eyes of the ancient rhyme reflect the figure of the day.

Looking at Gu Yun during the day, his eyes met Gu Yun's eyes, but a touch of pity and guilt emerged in his heart.

Even when Gu Yun asked this question, the body that could hug Gu Yun during the day could clearly feel the nervous trembling.

"Yes, we'll be together forever."

Bai Tian did not hesitate at all, and said affirmatively.

"Will you abandon me, then?"

Gu Yun's eyes flashed with crystals, and he asked again.

"No, never! Unless you abandon me! ”

Daytime Road.

"Okay, we're going to be together forever!"

Gu Yun said, arching his little head into the arms of the day again.

I was also very tired, and I fell asleep quietly after a while.

In the quiet night, I hugged the ancient rhyme of falling asleep during the day, and quietly looked at the face that may not be peerless, and I only felt that my heart was extremely steady.

Leaving a gentle kiss, the same eyes closed during the day.

"Yuan Dadu, Miaoying Baita has been delayed for a long time."

The voice fell, and the figure of the day appeared again in the system world.

In the wilderness of the system world, standing in front of the willow tree during the day, looking at the sky, he opened his mouth and said: "One qiē number jù deduction is perfect, and the construction of the White Pagoda of the Second Ying Temple begins." ”

The crisp sound fell, and for a moment the sand and rocks flew in the system world, and there was a torrent in the sky that swooped down after tumbling.

It was a pagoda painted white throughout, a lama pagoda, which began to take shape rapidly from the base.

During the day, with his hands in his pockets, he watched the changes of a qiē.

"The Nepalese craft rack was built in moderation, and it was also interesting."

Bai Bai chuckled and whispered, "It is composed of three parts: the tower base, the tower body and the tower sha. ”

"The base of the tower is 9 meters high."

During the day, the sound fell, and I saw the nine-meter-high tower base quickly taking shape.

"The tower is 50.9 meters high and has a base area of 1,422 square meters."

When a sentence falls, part of the content has already been built.

After a lot of effort, the pagoda that had disappeared for thousands of years has reappeared!

"The base is divided into three layers, and the bottom layer is square. The body of the tower is commonly known as the treasure bottle, the shape resembles a covered bowl, there are 7 iron hoops on it, and there is the sub-zigzag Sumeru seat on it. ”

Standing at the foot of the tower during the day, his mouth is lowered, and he repeats the subtlety of the origin of this white tower.

"Then there is the thirteen-phase wheel, and the top is a canopy with a diameter of 9.7 meters..."

Step inside the tower and take a closer look at it step by step.

When Daylight walked out of the tower again, Junlang had a big smile on his face.

"Destroy it"

It has not turned around during the day, and the White Pagoda has rapidly weathered.

"This white pagoda is also typical in history, and since then the Yuan Dynasty has built over."