Seventy-eight attribute advantages! What's the goal of this battle?

  "Ah, husband..." Wan Er exclaimed, her face flushing red as she saw him seriously looking at the account book. She nodded slightly and didn't make another sound, letting him hold her.

  Why? They don't believe those who say it's copied. What else is why?

  In the dead of night, Ah Zhen continued to check those accounts in her room. A big messy pile, her hands ached from writing. Looking at the yellowish candlelight, the shadows flickered back and forth.

  As she spoke, she picked up the bowl of soup from the table beside her.

  I'm going to recite a few poor poems and that's it for the country. This big Zhou is really not ordinary rubbish.

  Azheng finished speaking, and saw Liu Fengyang happily grabbing his hand to walk towards the dinner table, saying: "Right, right, what's good about being an official? We have nothing better to do than drink wine and stroll through brothels..." Suddenly he realized something was wrong and stopped. The women next to him looked at him like a monster. His face flushed with shame, he lowered his head and didn't dare speak again.

  "Wan'er isn't supposed to serve her husband?" Ah Zhen said as she continued with her work.

  "Husband, is it all right for me, Wan'er, to stay here and keep you company?" Wan'er asked softly.

  "I only wish that when singing and drinking, the moonlight shines forever in the golden cup." After finishing the poem, he pretended to be very drunk, draining the wine in his cup. He looked very melancholic, letting out a soft sigh towards the sky. In his heart, he thought, "I don't want to pretend anymore. Who can make me live a life of pretence?"

  "Husband, husband." Soft calls echoed.

  A Zheng stared blankly at the black forest. Wan Er's face turned red from head to toe, and she hurriedly covered her private parts, wishing she could burrow into the ground.

  A Zhen waved them away, each holding one of her hands: "You haven't asked for my opinion yet."

  Azheng slowly woke up and saw Yuanner standing beside her, with a heart-wrenching expression on her face.

  "The white rabbit pounds medicine in autumn and spring, Chang'e lives alone with whom as neighbor?" The cup is raised to the sky and asks lightly.

  "Husband... dear husband, Wan'er is the happiest woman in the world." The little thing in her arms began to sob quietly.

  "This, this... probably isn't good, afraid it'll make everyone lose their appetite." He joked. Angrily, I don't understand what poetry recitation is all about, it's all just stuff our teachers taught us in school and we copied down.

  "I'm just feeling a bit tipsy, I'll just rest my eyes for a bit. Nothing's wrong."

  As soon as he finished speaking, all the ladies in the hall blushed. Shao Yun and others were shocked with their mouths wide open. How thick was this man's skin? Only Liu Fengyang, seeing something strange, urged anxiously: "Indeed true brother, we won't say it's your doing, quickly recite it."

  The maids outside finally heard it. Each of them lowered their heads, blushing bright red with shame.

  Whispering to Xiaoyun's mouth: "Today, people do not see the ancient moon, today's moon once shone on ancient people." Good atmosphere, good atmosphere. After whispering, excitedly clapping hands, this move is stirring. Prolonged applause pierced the air.

  Stillness, behind him a vast silence.

  A Zhen fell into a daze. He had been in this world for nearly a month now. How were his parents doing? Were they crying themselves to death, thinking he was dead? His sister-in-law should have given birth by now too. Now that his parents were grandparents, their sorrow should have dissipated somewhat. Could he still go back? How could he go back? Thinking of Wan Er and Shuang Er, A Zhen asked himself if he could still return. Unconsciously, he let out a sigh. He rested his head on the armchair and gazed blankly outside at the flowers that were bent by the wind. The surroundings were quiet, and A Zhen closed his eyes, unknowingly drifting off to sleep.

  Nothing makes me happier than Ah Zhen. Look at you, this ancient person is pretending to be refined again. The beast has risen and is more beastly than anyone else. Hahaha...

  A Zhen listened. A dark passage, just a few pieces of dog poop poetry and prose can be an official, I Kao, this big Zhou is too messy. He smiled casually: "This, Lord Taichang. Little brother likes freedom and ease. Not interested in being an official." As soon as he finished speaking, Lord Taichang's face responded with a strange expression: "Don't dare, don't dare, just call little brother to come forward."

  "You may remember the poem I recited, but you mustn't say it was written by me. Alright?" Ah Zhen slightly bowed to the crowd.

  "Ah...... Wan'er let out a soft cry. Her delicate body arched up slightly."

  "Don't bite, it hurts." Ah Zhen stroked her lips gently. Then he pressed his head down and deeply kissed those sweet and tender lips.

  "Wan'er won't drink it, and neither will I," he threatened.

  "Like a flying mirror facing Danqiu, green smoke disappears and clear light is emitted?" Lowering his head to show elegance.

  A Zhen smiled and took over her bowl, putting it on the table, tightly embracing her, burying his head in Wan Er's arms.

  "Indeed worthy of being called Zhen Ge, even when drunk, you can still create such a masterpiece."

  "This... this. Second brother, the country is of utmost importance." His third younger brother hastily said.

  A'zhen put Wan'er on the big bed and hastily pulled up the bed curtains, not even taking off her shoes before snuggling under the covers with her.

  "Silly girl, what's there to cry about when you're happy?" He didn't scold her.

  Desire erupted in A Zhen's body, he hastily reached into Yuanyu's skirt and untied her underwear knot, his large hand pulled down her underwear.

  "It's late at night, who would be out there? Even if someone was, it wouldn't be a person, it'd be a ghost." He chuckled softly.

  "Wait, wait, wait..."

  Ah Zhen gazed at this elegant and refined sleeping face, wondering what beautiful dream Ruan Er was having, her mouth slightly curved upwards. He gently brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her cheek. Staring blankly at this sweet and elegant face, a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart like a fog.

  "You're too tired, husband, go back to your room and rest early." Yan'er said with concern.

  As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Fengyang and Liu Cuiyang's eyes widened in tension as they stared at him.

  Especially when he took a big step forward, with Xiao Yun and Liu Fengyang cheering him on, one of them grabbed his arm: "Great, too great." He was so excited that he couldn't speak.

  A Zhen gritted her teeth, whatever! Anyway, there's no Tang Dynasty anymore, all those poets are gone. If you're going to copy, just do it thoroughly. She thought to herself with a wave of disdain. Shamelessly making his old face flush with embarrassment.

  Feng Shao Yun was shocked and asked: "Elder brother, what's going on?"

  A cry of "ah" rang out, and Ah Zhen untied her skirt. The maids standing outside looked over, wondering what was happening inside the room.

  "Husband..." Wan'er saw him put down the soup again and softly called out.

  "Ah... husband... no... don't..." Wan'er whispered with a blush all over her face.

  "Ah... husband, husband, husband... sir." She looked around in shock.

  Though we share a life of joy and sorrow, let us grow old together, hand in hand.

  A Zhen was flattered and asked curiously: "What's this masterpiece? Tell me about it."

  A young man with a smug expression stepped forward and asked in a pretentious tone, "I wonder how you gentlemen like this poem I just recited?" His face was full of self-satisfaction.

  Wan'er saw that Zhu's mouth was slightly open, and she gently put the spoon into her apricot-shaped mouth. She looked nervously towards the door, and only relaxed when she saw no one was there.

  "Good, this is what Wan'er said." He chuckled and scooped her up in his arms.

  This girl, how can she be so shy?

  "Ah......" A cry of surprise came from his chest, and the little head buried itself deeper into his embrace.

  "Wan'er said at noon that she wanted to serve her husband well, is that right?" Ah Zhen asked slyly.

  "I don't care who you want, but Ge can't be given to you." Liu Fengyang played the fool.

  Along with the sound of tables being moved and Wan'er's soft gasps, a string of question marks rose above the head of the maid standing outside.

  Wan Er smiled contentedly.

  Liu Fengyang saw his third brother digging at the corner of his wall and hastily said: "Third brother, you're not being kind. Your second brother has finally found his true brother after much difficulty. Don't dig him away again. See how your second brother is managing such a large estate, it's not easy. His hair has all turned white." Liu Fengyang was both blaming and scolding, yet also pleading. His tone and voice were both excellent. Ah Zhen took a look, but he didn't have any white hair at all. That head of black hair was blacker than anyone else's.

  "Bring in the wine. Good name, good name. True brother takes advantage of the wine excitement, and makes another one how?" This is towards Shao Yun Tian's natural talent for being a small person.

  Looking at the reflection of the two bodies merged together in the mirror in front of her, Wan'er's eyes welled up with tears. This was her husband doting on her. She muttered softly, biting her lip: "Husband...yes...please, dote on Wan'er to your heart's content."

  He casually kicked off his shoes, and roughly pulled open her clothes. He tossed them outside the tent, and with both hands reached for the butterfly knot on her chest, pulling it open to reveal her upper body. He moved behind her and untied the knot of her pink camisole, tossing it aside. Two tender strawberries were exposed, emitting an infinite fragrance. He buried his head, gently sucking and nibbling, as the sensitive thing below him responded with passion, flushing repeatedly, and breathing lightly.

  This dead woman, even eating rice while shaking a fan, really has enough to pretend. In her heart, she despises Liu Fengyang.

  Azheng stood up with her in his arms.

  Azheng picked her up and walked down from the bed, putting her on the tea table in the room. A burst of laughter.

  "When did the blue sky have a moon? I'll stop my cup and ask it now." He recited, raising his cup to the sky with a flourish.

  "People nowadays cannot see the moon of ancient times, but today's moon once shone on people in the past." Continue with the show.

  "Nowhere, nowhere. Generally third in the country." Ah Zhen chuckled and walked towards the main hall.

  One hand tightly hugged her in his arms, more comfortable than a hug. The other hand picked up the account book that had not been finished reading earlier and continued to look at it.

  Azhēn saw the situation and with a burst of energy, she flipped her body over and made Yuānr tuck in under the tea table. The tender and delicate body that had just been loved was flushed pink. He pressed tightly against her, his hand gently grasping the soft and boneless arm, pushing it forward.

  Ancient people liked to do such things. They even gave it a beautiful name, calling it "feng ya". Ah Zhen was disdainful of it. Sure enough, she saw a group of men and women following him to the entrance of the hall.

  "I don't want to be an official, thank you."

  Everyone was stunned and confused.

  Wan'er sat on his lap, feeling a little shy. Hearing him ask, she exclaimed and said: "Husband, Wan'er has made silver ear soup for you, drink it while it's hot."

  The child in her arms nodded slightly.

  "A sudden cry in her bosom: 'Husband, put Wan'er down, it's embarrassing for people to see.'"

  Wafting from her bosom came wave after wave of fresh, delicate fragrance. Ah Zhen's spirits soared a hundredfold, and those hundreds of millions of brain cells that had died were once again revitalized.

  A Zhen turned around and saw that group of people standing stupidly at the door of the hall, staring at him with their mouths wide open.

  Like this, you take a sip and I take a sip, amidst Ah Zhen's loud laughter and Wan Er's shy blushes. The two of them finished that bowl of silver ear soup.

  After the passion, Ah Zhen satisfiedly hugged this beautiful body that had just been bathed in passion. Wan Er's small head was stuck to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and a happy feeling overflowed throughout her body.

  At this moment, Ah Zhen didn't have time to bother with her, and quickly untied the hem of her skirt. A pair of small white hands tightly grasped his large palm, and she hastily cried out: "Husband...husband, don't..."

  "Good, with Wan'er accompanying you, your efforts will be doubled." Ah Zhen responded with a simple "good".

  He comforted her and sat down with Wan'er in his arms, asking: "How did you come here?"

  "Ah! When did I fall asleep?" He muttered with a smile.

  "Ah......" Wan'er exclaimed, her voice trembling with desire. A Zhen spread her legs apart and thrust forward, entering her from the front.

  The silly girl in his arms said something that made him laugh and cry at the same time. He lovingly stroked her silly head with his big hands, a sly glint flashing in his eyes.

  As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Shao Yun grasped his wine cup tightly and raised it towards the sky, reciting slowly: "Don't you see, the Yellow River's water comes from heaven, flowing to the sea never to return." Instantly, there was a burst of applause. Ah Zhen looked at him being so pretentious, in her heart she scorned him with contempt.

  The flames of desire burning his body, he couldn't express the true extent of his hunger. He quickly walked into the house. The five maids saw him holding his wife's face with a hungry look like a wild beast. They all blushed and, seeing Ah Chen glance at them, they hastily ran out of the room, quietly closing the door behind them.

  "But Wan'er feels so happy, happy to the point of tears."

  After he finished reciting, the hall was filled with applause. Ah Zhen's old face turned red, fortunately there was no Tang Dynasty, and no Li Bai either. Otherwise, Li Bai would have strangled him to death. What a close call!

  "Bring in the wine," Ah Zhen said, and the whole hall cheered.

  "Past and present people are like flowing water, all looking at the bright moon together."

  "But see the night coming from the sea, how can you know it's hidden in the clouds?"

  As soon as she said that, Ah Zhen thought of the morning before the plane crash, when she was also parched and deceived him with kindness. His heart warmed up, and he held her arm tightly.

  "Come and have a sip too." Ah Zhen brought the spoon to her mouth.

  "Wan'er will help her husband grind ink." After finishing speaking, Xiaoyazi was about to retreat from his arms.

  Until a long time, Wan'er couldn't breathe out and let out a low hum. Ah Zhencai reluctantly released the tongue that was entwined with hers. Seeing Wan'er's chest heaving slightly as she gasped for air, he let out a sly laugh. Wan'er, embarrassed, buried her head deep into his embrace, not daring to look at him.

  Liu Fu Yang said to him, "Elder brother, you are quite talented and can easily become a senior historian in the imperial court."

  "A man cannot grasp the bright moon, yet the moon's path is always with him." He strode off with big steps.

  "Ah......" Wan'er exclaimed, her face flushing red as she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck.

  After a while, the person in her arms stirred, and her beautiful long eyelashes blinked. Her beautiful eyes opened. Wan'er's eyes were dazed as she looked at her husband. Her face was red as she lightly bit her lip and whispered: "Husband..."

  "Liu Guanshi, you can go and rest now." Ah Zhen said to the young steward standing beside her.

  "Yes." He replied and walked out.

  "Really, Brother is being humble." As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room burst into laughter.

  They came back to their senses and stared at him with loving eyes. Ah Zhen was shocked. My god! Being handsome is also a crime.

  It's very late, the moon has slowly fallen to the west. Ah Zhen put down her pen and closed the last account book. She finally finished dealing with these damn account books. Unconsciously, she admired herself. Fortunately, she was educated in the 21st century and learned simple Arabic numerals. Otherwise, it would have taken three days and three nights to finish these accounts. She shook her neck and saw that Wan'er was sleeping sweetly in her arms.

  A Zhen nodded, seeing the hall outside, where a group of flowers and brocade were gathered, with a bright moon hanging in the sky. The moonlight poured down from above. He raised his wine cup and walked outwards.

  He finished speaking. Ah Zhen was stunned, that night he got drunk and muddled, had he ever made a wine poem?

  "Because... because I don't want all the young ladies in Dazhou to fall in love with me and surround me." Ah Zhen teased.

  Thick rose petals burning fiercely in the room at night.

  "Hmm..."

  "Alright, alright, husband drink." Ah Zhen helplessly pulled her head out of her bosom and picked up the spoon beside her to take a sip.

  Liu Fengyang saw him stunned and laughed: "Shao Yun, that night Brother Zhen was drunk, I'm afraid he won't remember writing a poem." After finishing, she shook her fan and smiled.

  Everyone seemed to be staring at him, and he asked himself in embarrassment, do I still have to steal? Alright. Anyway, Li Bai is no longer here. Such a good poem cannot be let extinct. Just steal it then.

  "Your husband, Wan'er just drank it." She said with a blush.

  "Husband... husband... clothes... clothing." Wan Er's face turned red as if blood was about to drip out.

  "Ah Zhen's hand tightened as she said: 'No way, if you want to accompany your husband, you must stay in his arms.'"

  After three rounds of wine, Shao Yun stood up and said to Ah Zhen: "Ah Ge, that poem about wine sent by Er Shao's flying pigeon the other day, I really liked it, do you know what name you gave it?"

  Di Ku created characters, shocking heaven and earth. Only a bunch of golden large characters flew in unison, filling half the sky.

  "The Great Virtue of the Shang Emperor." All the people present were moved, and immediately bowed their heads in respect towards the direction of the Jiuli tribe. At the same time, an idea arose in their minds: since the emperor is wise and capable, he must be the future ruler of humanity.

  The Shennong who was managing the affairs of the tribe saw golden characters flashing in the sky, and suddenly felt inexplicably delighted. As a result, the inheritance of the human race became even more solid. He immediately took out his own book written in oracle bone script, "Shennong Ben Cao Jing", and rewrote it on animal skin. This time, he used those characters floating in the air, which belonged to the writing system of the human race itself.

  Shennong was writing the Ben Cao Jing, and in his heart he greatly admired Emperor Zhuanxu. He closed himself indoors to create characters for thirteen years. This perseverance is similar to when he tasted a hundred herbs in his early years. A person with such a temperament will surely lead humanity towards prosperity.

  Compared to Shennong's praise, others were worried and anxious, such as Huangdi's teacher Guang Chengzi, whose eyes showed anger. Now that Di Ku has created characters and come out, people of the human tribe admire him, and even many people in the Huangdi tribal alliance support him. This makes Guang Chengzi feel a deep crisis. If Di Ku takes the throne, he will have no merit as the teacher of Xuan Yuan. After all, success or failure is an eternal truth that heaven will not pity those who fail.

  Xuanyuan stood in front of the warehouse, looking up at those glittering golden characters. Although he felt joy as a member of the human tribe, his heart was filled with even more worry. The position of Human Emperor was what he had been pursuing his whole life.

  Chuang was stunned at this time, he had just sworn to the Yellow Emperor that he was the chosen one of heaven to create characters and could not be surpassed by anyone. But now, something like this happened, his face felt burning hot, but in his heart, he was also furious beyond measure.

  The old master allowed the good corpse to reincarnate, but abandoned all his magical powers and cultivation, only for the sake of creating characters and condensing the aura of the human tribe. However, he did not expect Emperor Di to rush ahead, which can be said to have lost both wife and soldiers. The old master in the Eight Scenic Palace also had a gloomy and terrifying expression.

  Di Ku was pulled by his merits, slowly floating in the air. Suddenly, the cloud of merits responded and was about to descend. At this time, a starlight flashed from afar, and a weapon flew out from the Thirty-Three Heavens. It was a long spear with extreme sharpness, which was forged by Emperor Jiang using the Dry Heaven Tripod. In those years when the Witch Clan dominated the Hongyuan for many years, they collected many pre-heavenly materials. This time, it happened to be used by Emperor Jiang to forge this long spear. The long spear consumed a large amount of pre-heavenly materials and barely reached the level of upper-grade pre-heavenly spiritual treasure. Emperor Jiang was still very satisfied with it.

  The long spear flew into Emperor Zun's hand, and Emperor Zun immediately understood what was in his heart. Without hesitation, he immediately brought the merit of creating characters into the long spear.

  In an instant, the long spear shone with golden light, and the aura of merit flowed around it. The thousand characters that Emperor Yu had created, which were floating everywhere, also entered the spear along with the merit. The spear shook violently as a result, its exterior beginning to change. A fine Thousand Character Essay appeared on the body of the spear, looking ancient yet noble.

  At this time, a dragon's roar shook the sky, and a python dragon flew out of the thirty-three heavens, with a strong momentum that stunned many people.

  Jiaolong arrived in front of Emperor Yao, dismounted and transformed into a handsome young man, who was indeed Ao Jiao. Ao Jiao paid his respects to Emperor Yao, then saw the long spear still absorbing merits in mid-air, and felt very delighted. Without saying much, he condensed the aura around him, and it actually coalesced into a semi-transparent dragon that directly entered the long spear.

  The long spear transformed again, a soaring dragon appeared on the spear body, the dragon head was present at the spearhead, and then a dragon's roar slowly imprinted on it, with a strong momentum.

  At this time, the character's merit was completely absorbed by the long gun, which greatly increased its power and smoothly reached the extreme product of Xiantian Lingbao. Ao Jiao no longer hesitated, grabbed the long gun with one hand, and swung it in public, the gun body flying in the air, emitting a series of dragon chants, while the merit gas flowed and turned, showing great strength, and many cultivators couldn't help but envy, including Guang Chengzi with red eyes.

  "Good baby, from now on I'll call you Dragon Emerging from the Sea Gun." Ao Jiao looked at the long gun in his hand, overjoyed, and bowed to Emperor Yu. With a whoosh, he flew off towards the Thirty-Three Heavens.

  "Who is this person? What a big aura." Xuan Yuan looked at the departing Ao Jiao, muttering to himself.

  The warehouse leader furrowed his brow, puzzled in his heart. Why would Emperor Qing willingly use Gong De to refine treasures for Emperor Jiang's disciples? He couldn't help but calculate with his hands, but still had no gains.

  Without the power of merit to pull him, Emperor Jiang floated back down to the ground once again. Fortunately, he fell slowly, otherwise, who knows if he would have smashed to death. The Five Elements cultivator who had reincarnated as Emperor Jiang in the past had also abandoned his cultivation and was now an ordinary person. If this time he didn't seize the position of Human Emperor, Emperor Jiang would also secretly wipe away tears like Laozi.

  "Greetings, Emperor." The Jiuli tribe saw the emperor descending, and they all came to pay their respects. This time, the creation of characters had taken thirteen years. Originally, Emperor was over twenty years old, but now he was already past his thirtieth year. However, it was precisely because of this that the air of majesty on Emperor's body became even more intense, making people even more convinced.

  "Everyone, get up quickly. For thirteen years since I created the characters, I have not managed the affairs of the nine regions, which is a shame in my heart." Emperor Huangdi raised his hands and everyone followed suit to stand up.

  "The creation of characters by the Emperor Shun is beneficial for a thousand autumns. How could we not know what's good or bad, and blame Emperor Shun?" The old man from Jiuli said excitedly, now looking at Di Ku with reverence as if he were a deity.

  Di Ku smiled slightly and didn't say anything more, summoning all the tribal elders to inquire about government affairs.

  Huangdi Xuan Yuan bid farewell to Cang Lao and returned to the tribe. Guang Chengzi saw his expression and knew what he was thinking, and couldn't help but say: "After seeing Huangdi, now that the power of Ji of the Nine Li is great, and people's hearts are deep, we should make good plans to contend for the position of Human Emperor."

  Upon hearing the position of Human Emperor, Huangdi slightly furrowed his brow. "Master, why do you speak such words? Di Ku created characters and made great contributions to humanity, earning their deep affection is only natural. Why must we plot?"

  "The Yellow Emperor is unaware that the day of Shennong's verification of the Tao is approaching, and you and Di Jun must compete to produce one person as the Human Emperor. If you do not make good plans, it will be difficult for this matter to succeed."

  Xuanyuan heard this and couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in his heart. He still cared about the position of Human Emperor. "I wonder how Master plans to scheme?" Guang Chengzi saw Xuanyuan relax and couldn't help but feel a joy. "The third Human Emperor is to kill and prove the way, must unify the human race, Huangdi has heroic talents, just right to show off his strengths, launch an attack on the Jiuli tribe, make Di Kuang surrender, when the time comes, the world will return to heart, naturally can get the position of Human Emperor."

  Xuanyuan's face turned serious, and he suddenly heard the attack on the Jiuli tribe. He was furious: "Master, don't say such things in the future. The human race is united, how can we fight each other? At that time, countless people will die or be injured. I, Xuanyuan, cannot bear it. I hope Master will reflect on his words."

  Xuanyuan finished speaking, turned and left with a flick of his sleeve, clearly angry at Guang Chengzi. In his heart, although he wanted to become the Human Emperor, he had to do it through normal means. What were normal means? It was to follow in the footsteps of Fuxi and Shennong, making great contributions to the development of humanity, and naturally gaining their support. When the time came for Shennong to abdicate, it would be a natural and logical process. As for resorting to violence and harming innocent people, he was deeply opposed to it in his heart. If not for the fact that Guang Chengzi was his respected teacher, he would have dragged him out and given him a good scolding.

  Guang Chengzi saw the reaction of Huangdi, his face turned black. What is meant by "reflecting on one's words"? Is this the tone to use with a respected teacher? However, thinking about the merits of the Human Emperor, he immediately calmed down. At that time, the three tribes of humanity were in harmony with each other, and it was indeed not suitable to mention what had just been said, but still needed to be carefully planned.

  Firstly, how to provoke contradictions between two tribes.