Hong Meng's smile stiffened. He shifted uneasily on the chair. "Actually, I … tried, but …"
He didn't continue speaking. His whole body shrunk, and his face was so ashamed that his head almost dropped to the ground.
Lonemoon paused. Something connected in his mind. "You … didn't get beaten up by them, did you?"
"…" He lowered his head even more.
"Holy shit! You really lost? "What happened to being an ancient god? Even Fatty's face has been thrown away by you guys, okay?
"My … My Lord …" Hong Meng's face was completely red, and his eyes darted around as if he wanted to find a hole to hide in. "When they entered reincarnation, in order to suppress those races more conveniently, they … reincarnated with their cultivation."
"So …" Lonemoon stood up abruptly. "Those twelve people are still at the Ancient God level?"
"Yes … Yes."
"Heh heh, goodbye!" Lonemoon turned to leave.
"No!" Hong Meng hugged his leg and turned to look at Shen Ying. "Milord promised to help me."
"Why are you hugging my leg when you're begging her?" Lonemoon tried to pull his leg away. "She promised. Go find her and ask her to help you find those twelve people. You caused this yourselves. I'm not going to care. "
Twelve …
A certain someone who was chewing on a fruit paused. It sounded troublesome. He stood up immediately and said seriously, "Father Niu is right. We can't do anything about this. Chef, go home and cook!"
"Yes Master, no problem Master!"
Hong Meng: "…" What happened to help?
"This is not just because of the lack of order. It's because of the birth of spiritual awareness." Fatty suddenly spoke.
Hong Meng paused and turned to look.
"What do you mean?"
"Aren't they the first living beings born in this world?" Fatty explained matter-of-factly. "Let's not talk about the influence of the turbid Qi. Whether it's demon beasts or humans, if there's no guidance, they won't naturally know what order is, right? Causing chaos and getting rid of dissidents is just their survival instinct. "Fatty continued." Because no one tells them what's right and wrong. "
Even if the Heavenly Dao were to punish them, they wouldn't know where they were wrong. Therefore, what they lacked was not order, but people who could teach them what order was.
Hong Meng was stunned. That was indeed the case. The reason why the twelve ancient gods reincarnated back then was to guide the various races to cultivate normally and end the chaos. It was just that they had gone astray as well.
"But, I'm afraid that if I continue to interfere …" He was really afraid that the more he helped, the more it would become messy. It was already a mess.
"Aren't you just trying to establish order?" Fatty wasn't as worried as him. "The situation can't get any worse. Why don't we just tell them what they should do?"
"Huh?" Hong Meng was still a little confused. What did that mean?
"Fatty means …" Lonemoon sighed and said, "You should open a school first!"
"…" What do you mean by 'call'?
— —
Perhaps it was because Hong Meng was crying out too miserably, and this plane was indeed related to Shen Ying, Lonemoon did not manage to leave. He had agreed to help him rebuild the Heavenly Dao. Fatty was right. The reason why it was a mess down there was not only because these races were affected by the remnant Qi of Chaos and were indeed cruel by nature. More importantly, there was no one who could suppress them and teach them how to be human. No, teach them how to be Gods.
That's right, those races that were fighting fiercely were all divine races.
Originally, Hong Meng and the others had this opportunity because no matter how strong the divine races were, in the eyes of the dozen or so ancient gods, they were just a piece of cake. But Hong Meng was scared out of his wits by the fact that the human race was almost wiped out. He was too afraid that this plane that they had so painstakingly found would be destroyed by them before it could even grow up.
What's more, this world had not formed the Heavenly Dao yet, so they could not predict the future. That was why they came up with the Reincarnation plan to reduce the impact. In the end, the matter was not resolved, and they even lost their own people.
They really did not interfere when they should, and blindly interfered when they shouldn't.
The best way now was to build a platform for them to coexist peacefully, and teach them how to love each other, to build a harmonious and stable big plane.
Therefore, on the third day of their arrival, the "Invincible Civil and Military School Purple Night Palace Branch" was officially established. This time, they changed the rules for the selection of principals. Whoever won would be the principal. Shen Ying lost unsurprisingly, and Chef, because he was holding a spatula, could only use a rock. Lonemoon could not help but use a cloth out of reflex, so the position of the principal naturally fell on Lonemoon's head.
As for Hong Meng and Fatty, one had a criminal record, and the other's looks really affected the school's image, so they were directly disqualified from playing rock-paper-scissors.
To show his seriousness, Lonemoon personally changed the signboard of the Purple Night Palace to "Invincible Civil and Military School Purple Night Palace Branch", and also watched as Hong Meng changed the square in front of the hall into a huge square that could accommodate tens of thousands of people. He originally wanted to put some chairs, but thinking of the divine race's thick skin and flesh, forget it, he let them stand.
The school's transformation was complete, next was the problem of recruiting students.
"Will they … come?" Hong Meng asked worriedly.
"Nonsense! Of course not! "
"Huh? Ah! "Hong Meng paused." Then all this we did, isn't it … "For nothing?
"You didn't even put up a single advertisement, who would know that you opened a school?" Lonemoon rolled his eyes at him, don't just grow old, don't grow a brain. "Once we put up an advertisement, people will naturally come."
What was an advertisement? Did it mean to advertise widely?
"Then how should we put up … an advertisement?"
"A fight, is the best advertisement!"
"…" What?
Lonemoon ignored him, and asked, "Tell me, what are the names of those twelve traitorous grandsons. Call them over, let Chef beat them up, beat them up, then they will naturally not dare to do anything rash, then teach them! Teach them until they learn well. " He spoke seriously, this was not the time when he opened a sect, there was no competition, there was no need to consider reputation and such. "Didn't you say that they are the leaders of the twelve races? If they stay here, the others will naturally come. "
Hong Meng thought about it, it seemed right. "Then how do we call them over?"
"Just directly issue a battle notice!" Didn't most leaders care about their reputation? With that said, he raised his hand and produced a piece of paper, channeled his God Power, and directly wrote, his words sharp, full of provocation, as mean as mean could be, the kind that anyone who saw it would have a stomach full of anger. Then, he made eleven copies of it, stuffed it to Hong Meng, and let him distribute it.
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