Chapter 700: line with translation of chapter title

NO. 69: Evening, Awakening of Insects: 6

Cowherd.

The cowherd in the Cowherd and Weaver Girl story.

It does not refer to a group of male public relations personnel, but to a man who herds cattle; essentially, it is a cowherd.

So it is quite normal to see a cow appear in the Cowherd and Weaver Girl story.

It ought to appear, it should appear, it even in some version of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl story serves as a guide, able to remind the cowherd to meet the weaver girl, able to give the cowherd some ideas that are not exactly gentlemanly but effective, and even able to give the cowherd psychological counseling, and even when the weaver girl is snatched away, to use its horn as a boat, letting the cowherd give it his all (unsuccessful, hence the separation of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl).

——In this version, it is practically the Bull Demon King!

So when you hear a cow appear in the Qixi story, it is mostly tied to the cowherd.

But Aomo does not think he is truly that wild of a path, having taken the cowherd's place.

Because of the cow before his eyes.

It is both a cow and a human.

Damn, it's a hoofed creature!

Forte, corresponding to the Illyrian meaning: strong, is the god who daily hands out discount coupons in the group: a praiseworthy race, used to refer to groups possessing bovine subfamily traits.

In other words——a minotaur!

Of course, in Aomo's intelligence understanding, Rhodes Island Company also has a silver-haired, dark-skinned hoofed woman codenamed Tuiye, but her racial traits are more like a camel's than a cow's; as for this……

All that can be said is that we're back to the old speculation:

That side's Terra definition of intelligent species' race perhaps depends only on 'what race it looks like'.

But frankly, this point is not important.

What matters is that the young man in cloth clothing with cow horns is sitting by the river fishing.

Sitting on a large stone that can be half a meter high while fishing.

The bovine-specific trait is only the fluffy little fine tail at the tip, swaying left and right behind it, as if truly performing the cow tail's duty of driving away mosquitoes and flies.

However, Aomo did not have the idea of pulling that tail; he merely felt that the other's position on that large stone was overly perfect.

Players who have played high-freedom games should know that a person standing at the edge of a high place inherently possesses a wonderful attraction, making it hard not to lend them a hand.

Aomo felt his own hand at this moment was also shouting something, but he ultimately held back, after a brief thought, walked toward the ever-focused man, slightly bowed and saluted, saying: 'May I ask how you are called, sir?'

"How do you know I just caught a six-catty scaled—"

Plop!

The youth leisurely withdrew his hand, watching the hoofed youth flopping in the water, and shook his head regretfully.

"Don't answer a question with a question."

"Moreover, no one asked you that."

——

Meanwhile, on the other side, atop the mist-shrouded high mountain, five girls gathered together, you looking at me, me looking at you, all with troubled expressions, until someone spoke, pointing directly at the nearby unusually primitive wooden device and asking:

"How do we use this now? Does anyone know how to use it?"

Tseriniya shook her head: "I've never seen this kind of thing before."

Kong shook her head even faster: "I couldn't possibly have seen it either, and I'm just here for the fun; don't expect me to push the plot!"

Compared to the bewildered Aomo, the girls, upon being sent to the room by the pill, indeed received more program information.

A dice-less tabletop RPG, or rather an enhanced possibility, with full costume and props murder mystery—in short, this is a simulation game simulating others' lives.

The only hint they received was a phrase faintly floating in midair, which in their eyes translated into various archaic meanings, revealing a certain mystical hue:

【East of the great river, there is a beautiful lady, the son of the Heavenly Emperor, a weaving maiden, who year after year labors, weaving into garments of misty silk gauze】

Of course, they actually have a more direct source of information—the protagonist of that phrase, that beautiful lady, the weaving maiden, is right next door in the house, operating her loom, paying no heed to their visits and inquiries.

"Qianming, what do you think?" said Ludaofu Xiangzheng, who from childhood had countless teachers, mastered many skills, and is known as the all-round talent, also voicing that he cannot use the loom.

"I think we should summon the Weaver Girl." Qianming said with a sinister grin.

"Do you have a way to move her?" Ludaofu expressed some surprise.

"No, I'm talking about the Admiring Weaver Girl." Qianming shook his head, raised his hand to wipe his forehead, "Ah, it's clearly Qixi Festival, how did I forget to bring her along on the trip?"

"Who is she talking about? Can she weave cloth?"

Kong was somewhat surprised, while Xi smiled and waved her hand: "She's just a famous horse girl in the Jiemen area; she's joking, even though she's called that name, she's not really the Weaver Girl one."

"This isn't just to liven up a stagnant atmosphere," Qianming said, waving his hand broadly with a laugh, "but hey, Kong, have you heard the Cowherd and Weaver Girl story in Longmen? Do you have any current clues?"

"The story we heard there is no different from yours; on the contrary, we've never heard of the Weaver Girl being a dragon, nor a super weaving maniac, and they basically ignore our talk."

"But that phrase says," Tseriniya gazed at midair, focusing on the characters visible to everyone yet in each person's own field of vision, "the Heavenly Emperor's daughter, year after year toils hard, weaving…… garments like mist and clouds?"

She hesitated a moment; it seems the project's multilingual translation function is not very good, unable to let this Syrian person understand what 'cloud-mist silk gauze' means.

"It's just a rhetorical device," Kong hastily explained, to avoid giving Texans a strange misunderstanding about their hometown, "'juan' and 'jian' are processed silk products, using cloud and mist merely as a metaphor."

"To increase the mystery of the immortals! I get it, I get it!" Qianming crossed his arms, bowed his head and nodded repeatedly, as if he truly understood, "Our Jidong mythology also employs this rhetoric, though not much."

When legends and myths everywhere are more or less showing off their expressive power, Jidong mythology reveals a certain poverty in rhetorical literature, as if everyone were engaged in fierce battles of causality, cross-world, infinite reboot, big box stacking small box, 'I fucking directly destroy the world,' while he is digging pits.

Of course, this is a good thing for folklorists; research won't be too troublesome, the cost being that there's hardly any paper to write.

Things are a bit lacking, unless we pad the numbers with the concept of eight million deities.

"If this phrase is truly a hint, then the point is still that someone among us must be able to use that thing," Xitiao Xi said helplessly.

She originally thought it might be fun and could tease the little snake, so she proposed it, but now not only can't she see the little snake, she and the others are 'stuck at a level,' and even can't find a walkthrough.

This just isn't fun anymore.

"I think we shouldn't just look at the hint," Qianming said, attempting to make up for his earlier frivolous inaction, "we should approach from the creator's perspective, considering this program isn't only open to us; surely not only we are unable to use the loom."

"So there should be another, more popular way that everyone can do." Ludaofu Xiangzheng said, turning his head to look around.

Suddenly heard Xitiao Xi's astonishing words:

How about… we smash the weaving machine next door?