"Um!"

Di Wuyi's two tones in a row, with different rhyme changes, show his emotional changes.

Looking at those righteous words, he has already begun to make detailed plans for his eldest son's future palace!

Di Wu Yi took a deep breath and finally understood that the 'old man' in front of him was so stubborn. He was clearly just making excuses and the drunkard's intention was not to drink!

He said that the Cang people are a wise people of the human race and are familiar with thousands of civilized books. Under certain circumstances, they can even represent the entire human civilization.

It is not surprising that there are stubborn people in such a smart family, but if they are completely that stubborn, then they are underestimating the role of thousands of civilized books.

"The main hall here needs to be made of Xuanming gold and blue wood. The wood is beautiful and beautiful, and the most important thing is to support people."

"The floor here needs to be paved with the vast Nine Heavens Thunder Earth..."

Di Wu Yi was still thinking, but when Cang Lan's words came into his ears, he couldn't calm down anymore.

Xuanming Golden Blue Wood? It is a rare treasure of heaven and earth in the human race. It has the three major functions of nourishing the body, nourishing the soul, and nourishing the mind.

It was discovered during the reign of the Human Emperor and has been cultivated until now. Even among the human race, it is the top material.

It has always been a matter of cultivating talented and outstanding young people, but I have just shown an inch or two.

Even if he, as the contemporary emperor, wanted to ask for something, without any suitable reason, he would only give him an inch or two at most.

And now, you want the Xuanming golden blue wood to be used as beams and pillars?

Is this a matter of inches or two?

There is also the vast Nine Heavens Thunder Earth, which is even more incredible.

It was left behind by Gun, the father of Yu the Great, when he was controlling floods.

Dayu used dredging to control the water, dug mountains and cracked rocks, and diverted waterways to the four seas.

Gun used dams to control the water and asked the sage Nuwa to obtain the most precious earth treasure [Xi soil].

A grain of soil can turn into a mountain, and it is a fairy mountain.

Relying on this soil, Gun transformed into fairy mountains and blocked the river. Initially, it was considered effective in controlling floods.

It's a pity that this water is not ordinary water, but the water of the Tianhe River. It cannot be blocked by blockage. Over time, it grew stronger and caused even greater floods.

Tianhe, there are nine types of water, light and heavy, yin and yang, and five elements. They wash away the fairy mountains and turn them into soil. When they are mixed with the nine waters of the Tianhe, they become the vast thunder and earth of the nine heavens.

Because wind and rain disasters arise from the sky, there are thunders in the sky, which moisten things with water, so there is an extra word "thunder" in the vast thunder and earth in the nine heavens.

The vast thunder and earth from the Nine Heavens comes from the Nine Heavens and is placed on it, as if it is in the Nine Heavens.

Light and heavy, yin and yang, five elements, nine great ways, nine heavens and earth.

It seems that such a treasure that can directly comprehend the heaven and earth, and it is in the ninth level of heaven, is considered a treasure among all the major forces.

Jinxian's eyes turned red when he saw it.

Such treasures were counted one by one in the past. When can they be used to pave the floor?

Such a waste?

"Don't waste it. These are the basic materials. Even my Cang clan can use them." Cang Lan held his chin, thinking there.

Di Wu Yi covered his heart when he heard this, in disbelief.

Is this the time before when I put aside my status as a king and only begged for one, two, or two inches of treasure?

Why does it feel like it’s not very precious at all?

He felt a little aggrieved for no reason. Who is the king?

"The basic level can be met by our Cang clan, but the higher level ones are not enough." Cang Lan frowned, showing a reluctant look: "It seems that we have to ask the Li family and the Rongcheng family for help.

"

"Etc., etc…"

Di Wuyi couldn't stand listening anymore and pulled Cang Lan: "What do you mean? Isn't it just to build a hall for my son? Why do you feel like you are building a temple!"

"Even if it's a few ancestors and great gods, that's it, right?"

The ancestors he refers to refer to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

The great gods are Taiqing, Yuqing, Shangqing and Nuwa.

"What temple? We are just building the Prince's Palace." Cang Lan told lies with his eyes open, looking very serious.

If Di Wuyi hadn't heard what he said before with his own ears, he would really...believe it!

Of those materials, which one is qualified for the prince's palace to use?

Even he, the Human Emperor's Palace, is qualified in front of him, and there is basically no need to doubt...

As long as he dares to speak, they will give him a little at most... I didn't think so before, and it's useless.

Now that I think about it, I feel like a beggar!

What does it mean to be inexplicably sad?

Di Wu Yi stared at Cang Lan, as if if you don't give me a satisfactory explanation today, I...

I'll just spend it with you.

It sounds helpless, but Di Wu Yi thought about it carefully. Facing these ancient families, he is the king, and there seems to be nothing he can do!

To be honest, as a king, in front of them, when he is happy, treat him as a king and call him "Your Majesty."

When you are unhappy, as Cang Lan said before, my whole family will withdraw from your dynasty and will no longer play with you.

What can you do?

When did you die? When will I come out?

Hey, there's no way, these families are so powerful!

There is no way, who can let my ancestor be so awesome!

Cangjie, the ancestor of writing; Lishou, the ancestor of arithmetic; Rong Chenggong, the founder of the calendar...

All in all, the ancestors of these great clans are all the true ancestors and sages of the human race.

Unless he becomes a true human emperor and makes achievements comparable to those of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, these families can ignore him.

Di Wuyi still understood this in his heart and did not have such extravagant hopes.

However, now, listening to Cang Lan's words, he felt a little unbalanced.

"Is this still the Prince's Palace?" Di Wuyi couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's the Prince's Palace." Cang Lan sneered, then glanced at Emperor Wu Yi, hesitated for a moment, and finally let out a long sigh.

He seemed to want to say something, but he was worried about something and didn't say anything.

Di Wuyi's hair is about to explode.

Because he felt like he had guessed what Cang Lan wanted to say!

[If you are willing to abdicate, the Prince's Palace can also become the Human Emperor's Palace! 】

Di Wu Yi stared at Cang Lan with his eyes wide open...

Is that what you were planning to say just now?

Otherwise, why are you always looking at the palace hall when you are talking?

"Hey, why don't you be more mediocre?" Cang Lan couldn't help but glanced at Di Wu Yi and murmured in a low voice.

Looking at his expression, he looked very sorry!

It seems that if this great king is really stupid, they can directly drag the great prince to the throne!

Emperor Wuyi: "!

!”

Are you polite?

I'm still here!

I'm not stupid, am I really sorry for you?

"Your Majesty, you are yours, and the palace of the great prince will be handed over to us."

Cang Lan suddenly raised his hands to Di Wuyi, looking like he was chasing someone away, with a perfunctory tone in his voice: "For research on the way to move the dynasty, you can go to the Cang Clan's land."

"All our harvests are there. You can see them when you go there."

Emperor Wuyi walked out of the palace, being guarded by a group of guards. He was blown by the wind outside the palace, and then he realized what he was doing.

He looked back, "It seems that this palace belongs to my son, right?"

In the hall, Cang Lan was busy, doing various things, and kept whispering in his mouth. His voice was carried by the wind, and he couldn't hear clearly despite the distance...

Di Wuyi looked at it and saw a group of guards standing behind him. After a long time, he smiled, turned around and strode away.

As an old man, isn't it very happy to be compared with his son?
To be continued...