Versatile Mage

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The back of the land, the northern border.

“You ask us why we always respect girls here, because there's always been a legend here that we believe in…” an old herder said as he walked.

Clean and uncluttered by a little dusty wind, take a deep breath, it feels like incorporating the special natural fragrance of this whole vast and reckless wide earth into the heart of your lungs. This place is too wide, there is no cover of lush forests, no stacking mountains, and no building forests. Some are just the magnificent lines of the earth in front of you and beyond, with slow curvature, along slowly rising or sinking ground bordered by the hidden blue sky...

Occasionally a silver belt, winding inlaid on this unexpected surface, with the simplest yet most magnificent views!

“Legend, my favorite legend, is that local legends tend to map the level of folly in the region.” The young man with the sunglasses said lazily.

“Then you can listen to the story and judge if it's stupid. In the early years, this back-back prairie was very depressed, the grass was difficult to grow, the water was always exhausted, the locusts were everywhere, the locals had reached a point where they could not live, the livestock was dwindling, there was no fresh milk, there was no meat, it was even more impossible to work…" The old herdsman held a half whip in his hand and waved it at will.

“It's a vulgar beginning.” The teenager said.

“To keep people from leaving their homes and living indefinitely… Oh, our indefinite means that there are no grasslands and water veins that we should have… There is a young girl named her who decides to climb a mountain high above sea level because she knows that river water flows out of the mountains and is the result of the gathering of springs. She walked a long way, climbed a long time, saw the source of the spring vein, and found that the spring vein had been frozen by cold air, and the higher the place, the lower the temperature.” The old herdsman said.

“So how does this girl do it?” The teenager aroused a little interest and asked.

“She had no power whatsoever, all she had was a sincere heart that wanted to help the townspeople, so she faded away all her clothes and revealed the perfect torso of a teenage girl, and she held onto those icy bits of ice and melted the hard rock ice at her body temperature. The melting water flows through her pure body and into the stream, with her virgin fragrances in the spring and veins... the spring veins are revived, and the earth is revived. … this is her statue of her size, embracing the ice, embracing the ice spring that gave birth to our lives.” The old herder pointed forward.

In front of them is a lonely sculpture of a young girl painted in a snowy colour, in a very abstract form, which, if not explained, would mistakenly be thought to be a monument to a seemingly strangely shaped territory.

“It turns out, no wonder half of the girls here are called Chicago.” The teenager smiled.

“Yes, every teenage girl is a gift to us, and every family is proud to have a girl.” The old herdsman smiled and his face was a little thick.

The teenager walked a few laps around the sculpture and then glanced at the map on his hand, but his face showed a slightly evil smile.

He turned his head and looked at the beautiful woman in the short cheongsam dress behind him, and said, “I think this is a hint from heaven that we should set the coordinates here, right here in this statue. ”

“As long as you like.” The beautiful woman with the short cheongsam laughed.

“Uncle, have you ever heard of another legend that didn't happen on this soil? I think it really fits with the story you're telling.” The teenager turned his head and said, dressed as the old herder.

“Really, I like to hear it, go ahead.” The old herder sat down and began to smoke, looking extraordinarily comfortable.

“It was in Egypt, where women had always been underprivileged, were slaves to men, were toys, and even two strong cows could be traded for a healthy girl. There is a girl named Confucius, who has endured this humiliation and torment and this distant and despicable life. One day she stole a very pretty gold necklace from the slave owner and tried to sell it to escape, but the necklace was very special, flying out of a special demon in the middle of the night... ah, you can call him Aladdin, it doesn't matter... the demon told her that it could fulfill a wish for a girl if she sold her soul to herself. Confucius quickly promised to be loved in exchange for attention… Indeed, she enjoyed the dedication of a whole decade of stars, countless men's moth-flaming petitions and a more honorable position and luxury than the slave owner. ”

“But it was ten years ago, and the devil came to her on time to ask her for her soul. ”

“This Confucius is a very thoughtful woman, she is greedy, she wants more, longer enjoyment, so early on she was looking for all sorts of ways to escape the devil and keep him from claiming his soul. ”

The teenager said it tasted good, and when he spoke of it, he took a special look at the old herders who smoked.

The old herder shook his cigarette and shouted with emotion: "She is indeed a girl who cannot be compared to us. Dirty, greedy, selfish… So, what does she do next, shouldn't she be punished as she should be? ”

“This is where it's most rewarding. Girl Confucius had been doing her homework for the next few years, and she knew that the spirit was actually the god of the underworld, the king of the kingdom of death, that he would play such a trade game with humans every now and then, and that the soul he had acquired would be completely locked in his rear palace, and that the eternal life would be tortured as a play. Conscience realized that she had won the most wonderful decade, but at the cost of her endless years of suffering, she decided to fight to the end. She knows that the god of the underworld has a mansion. You should have heard of that thing...”

“The dwelling god is called the Pyramid in the mansion of man, and only the Pyramid's glow can be freed from the earth. ”

The old herdsman heard these words, opened his eyes a lot, and nodded his head, “Pyramid, that's famous. So what happens next? ”

“Confucius used her ten years of fame, wealth and power to gather something very special, called a triangular dimensional mirror, through which she misrepresented the Pyramid's glow, making it impossible for the Pyramid's glow to shine into her city, where she lives…" the teenager continued.

“She's a smart girl, and pathetic, to be able to live.” The old herder said.

“However, by doing so, she led to great anger on the part of the god of the underworld. The Mind God felt that he had made a deal with the small and humble and gave them the most perfect thing, and yet they used such a despicable means... The Mind God could only appear once every decade in the human race, and the glory of the pyramid could not be sprinkled to the place where Confucius was, so the Mind God utterly exuded his anger on others. ”

“Because the light in the triangle mirror is refractive, not absorptive, this means that the glow of the pyramid actually shines on other cities, other regions. So every time refraction occurs, the dead of the Underworld God and the Underworld God will trample wildly and slaughter with anger to dissipate their disgraceful grievances against humanity! ”

The old herdsman is already a little intrigued to hear, I don't know why, he feels that the legend is a little different from the one he said, even though the teenager is more absurd and the background is bigger, but it always gives a sense that something like this has really happened!

“Every ten years, Confucius, in order to preserve herself, makes a city bloody and full of corpses!” The teenager continued. Speaking of the last few words, he seemed particularly excited.

“That's such a spitty girl!” The old herder said.

“Yeah, compared to you guys, she's just another extreme, most evil textbook. By the way, this story isn't over yet.” The teenager said.

“It's not over?? Did the girl get what she deserved?” The old herder asked hastily.

“Yes, she was repaid. A boy who survived the devastated city made Confucius' maid, smart, handsome and loyal to Confucius, who quickly included him in her favorite man's pet, but when Confucius felt he had finally found a most sincere love, the man stole Confucius's triangular mirror. The day coincided with Thunderbolt Plus, the man threw the triangle mirror hard into the air, and Consisti looked at the triangle mirror in the lightning to become fragmented and powdered...” the teenager continued.

“Well done! Always deserved it. And you can't let innocent people pay a huge price for Confucius' original deal.” The old pastoralist was sentimental.

“No, no, no, no, what men did was not loved, and Confucius ended up desperately taken away by the Underworld God, who still suffers. The man was also rejected and scolded, and his body is still laid in front of the Egyptian palace and trampled on.” The teenager said.

“Why is that?” The old herders are very confused.

“Because triangular dimensional mirrors, though turned into powder, still exist throughout the Egyptian national airspace, smaller than dust, invisible and indelible, and they are themselves eternal. Every time at some point, the monsoon brings together the dust of these triangular mirrors, and the glow of the pyramids refracts again. It appears in the vicinity of an Egyptian city, where the wrath of the underworld over humankind persists, so the Egyptian dead continue to attack the city…" Juveniles float their mouths.

“You said this, I... I think I've seen some somewhere.” Old pastoralists are not without a little culture, and a little bit has been heard about Egypt.

“Of course, because that's what it is today - the mirage!! ”