The words of the young man in front of him made Luo Yi's heart skip a beat.
This person said a few words, but he revealed a lot of secrets.
First of all, this young man who calls himself Nether seems to know very well that Luo Yi is a member of the Zhen clan.
Secondly, he even knew Luo Wuji, who was in Wu Nian City on the fifth floor.
Moreover, the fifty thousand years that this person mentioned intentionally or unintentionally, this time span...
It seems that it can really be traced back to the origin of the Luo people.
It's the Luo Clan, not the Luo Dynasty.
The young man spread his right hand slightly and said with a smile, "Master Luo, please."
In front of the two of them, a coffee table shrouded in clouds and fog suddenly appeared.
Luo Yi looked down and his expression changed slightly.
On the coffee table, I saw mountains and flowing water, autumn trees and summer flowers, houses on the farmland, and palaces and palaces.
This is not a coffee table, it is clearly a continent that has been shrunk a thousand times!
This is just this continent, and it doesn't seem to be the current Dongxuan Continent.
Because on this coffee table, in that northern land...
Only one family dominates.
A royal flag was erected in the center of the Northern Territory.
That royal flag has the character "Luo" in it.
The young man whispered: "Master Luo, if you are not in a hurry, you and I might as well sit down and have tea instead of wine."
"Master Luo has been used to seeing swords, guns, swords and halberds along the way. Although he is a young talent, he inevitably lacks a bit of elegance."
The young man took the seat first and said with a smile: "How about it? Mr. Luo, would you like to give me a favor?"
Luo Yi slowly put An Ling into its sheath.
"Why don't you dare?"
The corners of the young man's mouth turned up.
Luo Yi's words are quite interesting.
What you don't dare to do is not what you don't want to do.
The young man stretched out his hand to twist a tea cup, and then gently scooped some water from a river.
"Young Master Luo, you can call me Mo Qiu."
As the young man spoke, he pushed half a cup of tea in front of Luo Yi.
During the journey, the tea in the cup went from cold to steaming hot.
The hot air slowly floated up, eventually turning into clouds and mist, hovering over the top of the pocket mountain inside the coffee table.
Luo Yi glanced at the tea cup and said, "Mo Qiu? Stranger Qiu."
Luo Yi stretched out his hand to hold the tea cup and warmed it in his hand. He looked up at the young man sitting in front of him: "Are you trying to tell me that if the roads are different and they are strangers, then... hatred?"
Luo Yi raised the tea cup with a calm expression and shook it gently. A little warm tea spilled from the edge of the cup.
When it fell to the ground, it was a heavy rain, irrigating the long-dried farmland below.
Interestingly, when this Mo Qiu used a tea cup to scoop out a cup of water from the river, the river bed was turbulent and the river rolled away, submerging many nearby fields and houses.
The handsome and charming young man smiled faintly, "Master Luo was joking, it's just a title, it doesn't mean much."
Behind him, the golden mask suddenly flew into Mo Qiu's hands.
He gently twisted the mask with his two fingers and did not put it on, but covered half of his face.
Mo Qiu said with a smile: "The former Human Emperor's stain-free glazed armor was divided into nine parts fifty thousand years ago and given to each of the nine disciples. This Human Emperor mask was obtained by Luoyang, one of the nine disciples. "
"This person is the founder of your Luo clan."
Luo Yi's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was already filled with waves.
What Mo Qiu said was neither recorded in the royal books of the Luo Dynasty nor in the memory of the Emperor Devouring Heaven.
But regarding the Human Emperor, Luo Wuji had some explanations.
Mo Qiu smiled and said: "Master Luo, please rest assured that what I say is absolutely true and there is absolutely no intention of deception."
Luo Yi finally put down the small and exquisite tea cup, tapped it twice with his fingers, raised his head and asked, "I don't understand why you told me this."
Mo Qiu smiled casually, "Young master Luo Quan just thinks these words are just for attracting attention."
Luo Yi twitched his lips and said, "I don't have any rough jade here."
Mo Qiu shook his head and looked at Luo Yi with shining eyes: "Master Luo himself is a piece of jade."
Luo Yi and Mo Qiu looked at each other: "You want me to seek refuge in Netherworld?"
Mo Qiu smiled and did not answer Luo Yi's question, but said to himself: "You Liuli Tianxia once had a historical record, and the person who compiled it was very sharp in words, especially about the old things in the Netherworld, and his writing was as sharp as a sword. "
"One hundred thousand years ago, the Netherworld brought chaos to the world. During such a crisis, the Human Emperor was born."
"The entire Liuli World, under the leadership of the Human Emperor, went through a fierce battle that lasted for fifty thousand years, and finally banned all the Nether Clan."
"Historically, it is the seal of the Human Emperor."
Luo Yi frowned, because Luo Wuji did mention this human emperor seal.
The battle in Dongxuan Continent four thousand years ago seemed to be because the seal of the Human Emperor was loosened, which ultimately led to such a bloody battle.
Mo Qiu pointed at Luo Yi: "Master Luo is a Zhen clan, but you may not know that there are nine ethnic groups similar to the Luo clan."
"Liu Li Jiuzhou, the nine major clans each occupy a continent. Each continent has a seal of the Emperor, and the people of the clan will protect it from generation to generation."
"At that time, although the Human Emperor led the entire Liuli World to win the fierce battle that lasted for fifty thousand years, he himself reached his limit and died soon after, without even a chance to be reincarnated."
"The Human Emperor was worried that the seal would not be taken care of after his death, so he spent the last time of his life to find nine people of bloodline who had a natural advantage over our Nether Clan, and took them as disciples."
"The founder of your Luo clan, if I remember correctly, should be the ninth disciple under the throne of the Human Emperor."
Luo Yi's eyes flashed, "In that case, as a ghost, you would actually sit here and drink tea and talk with me?"
Mo Qiu took a sip of tea slowly, with a bit of a smile on his face.
"The reason why I have said so much to Mr. Luo is that, to put it bluntly, Netherworld is now a prisoner in the Liuli World."
"Fortunately, as prisoners, although we have been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, we still have someone to accompany us, so we don't feel lonely."
Luo Yi suddenly narrowed his eyes, and something strange flashed in his eyes.
"what do you want to say in the end?"
Mo Qiu flicked his finger, and the golden mask slowly flew in front of Luo Yi.
Mo Qiu smiled and said, "Didn't Mr. Luo already guess what I want to say?"
"With the Human Emperor's seal, is it really just me, the Nether Clan, who is imprisoned?"
"I think there is actually no difference between prisoners and wardens."
“I have endured tens of thousands of years of loneliness and solitude alone, from generation to generation, endlessly.”
