“When the peak returns, everything goes around, prosperity comes to an end, the South China Sea is vast and has ambitions, and it goes straight to the ninth level of heaven;

When I was old, I washed my hair and lived in seclusion in the countryside. I was calm and calm. When would I go back and gain my leisure again?"

After Shi Jianwu finished singing these three sentences, the sunset had already been swallowed up by the mountains, the indigo night sky had already faint stars, and the evening breeze was cool.

Nangong Xuanwu was inspired.

Nangong Xuanwu sang along with him:

In the beginning of ancient times, who preached it?

The upper and lower parts are not in shape, so how can we examine it?

The darkness is dark, who can do the most?

Feng Yi only has the image, how can he recognize it?

What is the sky? What is the twelve divisions?

The sun and the moon are in harmony, the stars are in peace,

Which one is more cultivated in the east, west, south, north,

The north and south are ellipses in line with each other, and their geometry is derived.

After listening to it, Shi Jianwu said, "What the young friend sang is the words written by Qu Yuan from Jingchu in the early years of the Warring States Period. Do you know the meaning of it."

Nangong Xuanwu admitted: "I learned the poems from Jingchu in the early years of the Warring States Period. I don't know who wrote them, nor what they mean."

Shi Jianwu said, "Ah, you were so old in the early years of the Warring States Period, young friend."

Nangong Xuanwu said, "I was just kidding you. I heard of people from the capital and talked about this poem."

Shi Jianwu said, "Oh, so that's it. This is the "Tian Qu Yuan" written by Qu Yuan. It is intended to tell you young people where our history comes from and when we grow up in the future, we will go to a more distant place in the universe, which is called the Milky Way. In addition to the Milky Way, there are the Nine Gates of the Stars."

Nangong Xuanwu said: "What are the Nine Gates of Stars?"

Shi Jianwu said, "I don't know either, but it is recorded in the "Shennong Jing". I will give you this book. You will find the answer to the Nine Gates of the Stars in the future."

Nangong Xuanwu nodded vigorously and said one word: "Yes."

At this time, Shi Jianwu took out a parchment book from his arms and handed it to Nangong Xuanwu and said, "This book "Shennong Jing" should be a gift for us to make friends. This book "Shennong Jing" was written by Shennong himself."

Nangong Xuanwu saw that this was a very eye-catching parchment book with three characters "Shennong Jing". The handwriting was the same as the several poems and essays engraved behind the Yunxingchen's Shennong chessboard.

Nangong Xuanwu took over the "Shennong Jing" and was very happy. However, he suddenly realized that this should be a gift from Shi Jianwu when he was leaving. He couldn't help but feel sad, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Shi Jianwu understood Nangong Xuanwu’s thoughts, patted Nangong Xuanwu’s head, and said with a smile: “Silly boy, life is gathered and separated, like a floating cloud, everything in the universe is like this, why bother?”

But somehow, Nangong Xuanwu suddenly felt sad from his heart, and tears rolled in his eyes.

However, what Shi Jianwu didn't know was that Nangong Xuanwu traveled from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms to the Spring and Autumn Period, and until now, the early years of Yuanhe of Emperor Xianzong of the Tang Dynasty, he had lived alone with two dragons for more than a thousand years. It was rare. Today, he met someone and could have a heart-to-heart talk, but he didn't want to have a happy relationship with each other for just a few hours.

Afterwards, Nangong Xuanwu took the parchment book "Shennong Jing" with a little perm and put it into his arms.

Shi Jianwu continued, "Do you know Shennong's life story?"

Nangong Xuanwu shook his head and said he didn't know.

Shi Jianwu said: "In the era of Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi, Shennong refused the high-ranking officials and generous salaries given by Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi for the sake of the people of the world. He left the Huangdi Palace in Buzhou Mountain, traveled alone in the world, picked hundreds of herbs, and sought medicine to save lives and help the wounded, in order to protect the people of the world."

Although Nangong Xuanwu has lived for more than a thousand years since he traveled through time, he knows little about the history of the land of China and thousands of years. He has never heard of the three words Shennong before. He is also unaware of Xuanyuan Huangdi, and even more unaware of the Huangdi City in Buzhou Mountain.

So, Shi Jianwu told Nangong Xuanwu again about many heroic deeds about Shennong...

The two sat on the edge of the cliff of Sun Moon Lake, surrounded by jasper crabapple flowers, talking, one green and one young, just like an old friend who had met again after a long time.

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On this day, the stars in the night sky were vast and far away, looking at the coast of the South China Sea, it seemed that the sound of waves was faint.

Looking around again, the Sun Moon Lake in the Zhongdu Mountains, the strange flowers and plants on all sides, and the sound of waterfalls was like a fairyland on earth.

Nangong Xuanwu and Shi Jianwu stretched their waists comfortably and lay on the grass, looking up at the stars in the sky. Nangong Xuanwu's eyes were hazy and reached out to wipe them, but more tears came out. He remembered his father Nangong Chenyu, and in a trance, he felt that the person in front of him had a hint of father's feeling.

Nangong Xuanwu was in tears and misty eyes. He saw a big meteor slowly passing through the night sky. At this moment, he thought again that in a few decades, it would be the time to meet his young mother, Mrs. Yue...

That night, every green and young man was sleeping without any intention until dawn.

Shi Jianwu looked around the fields and saw the sunrise in the east, the clouds and winds were light, and the green crabapple trees were like waves.

At this moment, Shi Jianwu felt a little sad and smiled and said, "My friend, there is not much time, let's just leave."

Nangong Xuanwu and Shi Jianwu met. Although they were only at dusk and at night, they fell in love with each other as soon as they saw it.

On Crescent Island, he had been waiting for more than a thousand years, and finally made a friend who forgot his age. He had already regarded Shi Jianwu as his closest relative in his heart.

After parting at this time, there may be no more day of meeting each other. When I think about it, my heart suddenly felt like a needle and tears gushed.

At this moment, Nangong Xuanwu said in harmony: "The morning dew cereal is a short distance from the end of the world... The nine-curved Yellow River water finally flows eastward... The coast of the South China Sea, above the sky, the sky is ninety thousand miles... The wind blows the shadows, and on the Crescent Island, who will share... The Great Dipper, the close friend, and the good friend, let's leave."

Shi Jianwu felt sad, but he was tough and forced to hold it back. Then he turned around and walked down the mountain.

Several of his followers followed closely.

Shi Jianwu and his group walked to the middle of the mountain and vaguely heard Nangong Xuanwu's intermittent chanting poems.

The morning light is thick, the morning light is silent, the crabapple forest and the forest wind is rustling.

At the clear and clear surroundings, Shi Jianwu and his followers walked towards the Zhongdu Mountains with great strides.

After they walked for a long time, Nangong Xuanwu was above the Zhongdu Mountains, instantly controlling his energy, soaring into the sky, and flying down.

Without a stick of incense, I flew to the Zhongdu Mountains and went straight to the foot of the mountain.

However, all this was naturally something Shi Jianwu and his followers could not detect.

Nangong Xuanwu stood at the foot of the Zhongdu Mountains and saw dust flying on the plain in the distance, and the sound of horse hooves became more and more subtle. Shi Jianwu and his group rode high-headed horses and swept away like a storm.

After a long time, Shi Jianwu and his group gradually disappeared on the plains of Crescent Island.

Nangong Xuanwu originally wanted to send this friend whom he had met for the first time, Shi Jianwu, who was young, to the coast of the South China Sea.

However, Nangong Xuanwu didn't want to leave at that time. After all, he had been alone on Crescent Island for more than a thousand years, and it was rare to meet a close friend who could be talked about.

When Nangong Xuanwu thought of this, he couldn't help feeling sad. When he met again, he didn't know if he could wait...

The grass and trees are moved by emotions, the vast world, the map of Junyu Galaxy, the crescent pendant, crossing the Crescent Island, and having a heart, just for the mother and son to reunite after that thousand years.

Seven-character summary:

The eighth year of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, at the end of the rainy moon,

Xuanwu travels through Crescent Island, and still waits for a thousand years.

Ninety-nine returns to one another and grows into a dragon, and travels to Zhongdu with Xuanwu.
Chapter completed!