Nine Phoenix Dynasty Phoenix Heavy Kwai Chapter

Chapter 1813 Dedicated to Love [3]

"It doesn't matter, there will be many women who will not be rejected by the elder brother in the future." Chongkui said confidently.

"Besides my mother, the only woman I don't reject is you."

Such a big brother is really pitiful, Chongkui was full of pity, and secretly vowed to cure his illness.

After walking for several days and nights, a rolling mountain range finally appeared in sight.

"Saint, that is the Helan Mountains. Do you think of anything when you get here?" Mu Yuanji asked expectantly, riding beside Chongkui.

Mu Yuanji was the one who called her a saint in Yangzhou.

Chongkui also rode a horse, and looked up into the distance. The mountain range looked at the clouds and clouds in the distance. The mountains were steep and somewhat fairy-like, but she didn't have any strange feelings.

It also feels very strange.

"I don't feel anything." Zhongkui said lightly, "How far is it?"

"We will be able to reach the Holy Palace tonight." Mu Yuanji was a little disappointed.

"Then let's go." Chongkui slowly slowed down, waiting for the carriage behind to catch up.

Eldest brother was in poor health and needed to rest occasionally, but she was able to keep on going without sleep, making Mu Yuanji miserable along the way, with two big dark circles hanging on his face.

On the other hand, Zhongkui was still in high spirits.

A saint is a saint, which is really unusual.

Chongkui guarded the carriage, and quickly walked up the mountain along the path, halfway up the mountain, and Mu Yuanji rode to her side again.

"Saint, please look over there." Mu Yuanji pointed to one end of the mountain range, where the faint mountain mist was misty, and the clouds gradually faded away, and some brightly colored murals could be seen painted on the mountain wall.

Zhongkui saw some pictures, and suddenly his spirits were lifted, and he couldn't help but concentrate on watching them carefully.

Those are some old murals with a strong narrative style, and a few murals can fully describe one event.

And in those murals, there is the same character, a woman wearing a veil, who is worshiped in the image of a god when she appears.

In some wars or sacrificial activities, she should have some pictures of healing and saving lives.

This place was originally a wild tribe, but with her appearance, it gradually began to develop, trade, and even had an army, and established a country.

But the time span during this period is at least six to seven hundred years, and countless leaders and kings have been changed during the process, but the woman has never changed.

When she appeared, she was wearing a gray cloak and a veil, and she looked like a god.

Re-carved for a moment, an inexplicable sense of familiarity made her unable to move her eyes away from the woman.

That is……

"Did the saint remember anything?" Mu Yuanji asked again.

"She is……"

"She is the saint." Mu Yuanji's tone became respectful. "The saint has been served for generations in the holy palace. As the god of Helan Mountain, the saint brings civilization and power to your people."

Chongkui wanted to laugh, but couldn't. She pointed to the murals and said, "You mean, the murals are all of the same person?"

Mu Yuanji nodded: "Since ancient times, there has only been one saint."

"Are you kidding me? How old is she?"

Mu Yuanji replied earnestly: "The holy girl was conceived from Helan Mountain, and she will live forever like Helan Mountain!"

Zhongkui's expression became brilliant: "Do you believe this kind of thing?"

Mu Yuanji looked at her, and then said very seriously: "I had doubts when I was a child, but now I look at the saint, but I firmly believe in the words of my ancestors!"

(End of this chapter)