"I want to reveal my identity, who am I?"
Sima Ao was anxious and persistent, which frightened Emperor Wenchang. He persuaded in a slow voice: "Dou'er, didn't I tell you before? You were given by Zehua, and there is no truth that is not true. "
"But why do I have some remaining memories of someone shouting 'Dragon's legitimate son'?"
Sima Ao's impetuousness made Emperor Wenchang at a loss, and he looked at Emperor Donghua for help.
"The truth! The past is often really sad, so why should you obsess about it?"
Emperor Donghua looked calm and showed no signs of panic. With Emperor Donghua calming down Sima Ao, Emperor Wenchang became less panicked. When Emperor Donghua saw that Sima Ao had not answered for a long time, he sighed softly, smoothed his long sleeves, stood up slowly, went to the bookshelf, took out "The Legend of the Holy Lotus" and handed it to Sima Ao.
Sima Ao got "The Legend of the Holy Lotus" and couldn't wait to read it. After reading "The Legend of the Holy Lotus", Sima Ao knew who he was.
Dongfang Yu'er looked at the hurt Sima Ao and was at a loss as to what the "Legend of the Holy Lotus" was about to make Sima Ao so hurt. Dongfang Yu'er wanted to step forward to help Sima Ao, who was staggering and about to fall, but she didn't dare when the two emperors were present.
"Master and the Emperor, have you known about my life experience for a long time?"
"We don't know, we just speculate based on the Jade Dragon Fan." Emperor Wenchang didn't hide anything anymore and replied truthfully.
"Speculation? Am I not the legitimate son of Shenlong?" Sima Ao asked in confusion.
"The entire Shenlong clan was wiped out in that 'War between Heavenly Demons'! Even Shenlong's legitimate son was not spared, and his Jade Dragon Fan was missing." Emperor Donghua finished his account.
Then Emperor Wenchang said: "When I picked you up, I found a jade dragon fan beside you. Although I couldn't conclude that you were the legitimate son of the divine dragon, I could conclude that you were not a mortal, so I took you back to the ninth heaven." "
After Emperor Wenchang finished his narration, Emperor Donghua continued: "I also read the "Legend of the Holy Lotus" and concluded that you are the rebirth of the divine dragon's direct son. Because the battlefield of the 'War between Heavenly Demons' is in the Holy Lotus in the East Wasteland. Near the mountain, and you are on the holy lotus plate in the holy lotus pond of the holy lotus mountain, with a jade dragon fan beside you." At this point, Emperor Donghua choked up, and after a while he continued: "Even if you can It is concluded that you are the spawn of the divine dragon's legitimate son, and cannot return to the identity of the divine dragon's legitimate son. "The Legend of the Holy Lotus" is a legend after all."
"Why? Emperor." Dongfang Yu'er asked angrily for Sima Ao's injustice.
"I know that you are very sad and unwilling. This is also the reason why I didn't want to tell you about your life experience just now. Do you know when the 'War between Heavenly Demons' took place?"
Dongfang Yu'er and Sima Ao shook their heads silently.
"The 'War between Heaven and Demon' took place in the ancient times, and the immortals and gods who witnessed history are no longer around!"
"Then, will everything our Shenlong clan has done for the common people be wiped out like this?" Sima Ao asked unwillingly.
In order to defend the unification of the Celestial Clan, the Shenlong Clan perished. In the end, they were forgotten by the Celestial Clan and the common people, and were buried in the dust alone and sadly.
"It has not been erased, it is all recorded in the history of God, and the people will remember it in their hearts!"
Sima Ao couldn't help but snorted coldly: "History of Gods? In the history of Gods, it is written lightly that the entire Shenlong clan lost their lives in order to resist the demons."
Emperor Donghua's eyes were slightly closed, and recalling that 'Devil's Arena' still makes his heart hurt, and he couldn't help but sigh:
"Do you know how heavy the damage to the Heavenly Clan was in the 'War of Heavenly Demons'? It was as if Heaven was being looted. The Celestial Clan was almost destroyed, but we managed to survive. This 'War of Heavenly Demons' was after the war in the Eight Wastelands was quelled and the Six Realms were unified. It was only recorded in the history of the gods by historians, and the historians who recorded it were already of the 'Sun' generation, so of course there would be times when the records were ominous."
When Sima Ao listened to Emperor Donghua's description of the 'War between Heavenly Demons', the scene of killing on the battlefield that year emerged in his mind. Sounds of killing, screams, roars, gods of war, corpses everywhere, rivers of blood and sweat, so terrifying...
Sima Ao's lips trembled slightly as he asked, "Has the emperor met the legitimate son of Shenlong? Does he look... the same as me?"
"Back then, I was still a young general and did not have the opportunity to witness the heroic appearance of Shenlong's legitimate son. At that time, I was guarding Beihuang, while Shenlong's legitimate son was guarding Donghuang." Emperor Donghua replied regretfully.
Sima Ao was completely heartbroken. Even Emperor Donghua could not see the legitimate son of Shenlong. Even if he was really resurrected as the legitimate son of Shenlong, it would be difficult for him to be recognized by the gods. The legitimate son of Shenlong is really dead!
Seeing Sima Ao feel sad, Emperor Donghua couldn't help but add one more sentence: "But I heard the rumors about Shenlong's direct son back then. This Shenlong's direct son is very handsome. As long as the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, the jade dragon fan gently One fan can charm many fairies."
Sima Ao smiled reluctantly and said: "The legitimate son of the dragon is dead, I am just Sima Ao!"
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The night was clear, the sky was full of stars, and a white figure sat lonely on the eaves. Under the dim moonlight, it can be seen that his handsome face is sad and sad, and he is looking at the Eastern Wilderness in the distance.
I don't know when a green figure appeared on the eaves, and the white figure turned around and looked warily. It turns out that the green figure is Dongfang Yu'er, and the white figure is Sima Ao. Dongfang Yu'er sat silently next to Sima Ao, looking up at the twinkling stars. The two of them didn't speak for a long time. At this time, both of them knew what each other was thinking, and whether they said it or not was not that important.
"Why did you come to Emperor Wenchang's Palace?" Sima Ao finally couldn't help but ask first.
"Today, I saw that you were in a particularly bad mood, so..." Dongfang Yu'er said as she stared at Sima Ao with a worried expression.
Sima Ao breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "I once had a sad heart, silently telling myself to live and not give up. Living is not for myself, but for the clan and the mission of protection. It relies on perseverance. The mind ran and searched in despair, longing for a hiding place that could keep it alive. It found a lotus pond, jumped onto the lotus plate, and was so excited that its eyes watered. It found its own place of rebirth. . Just this constant reorganization and regeneration... I can’t remember how many winds, frosts, snows, and rains it has experienced, how many thousands of years have passed, and where it is? Slowly, even it can’t remember who it is and who it is for. born?"
The regeneration of the soul is a long process. What kind of obsession makes Sima Ao's soul, which is like a piece of phosphorus, tenaciously endure the wind, frost and rain to reorganize and regenerate. It must be Sima Ao's obsession with his people! The Divine Dragon Clan was Sima Ao's most arrogant aura. Now that he was reborn, the Divine Dragon Clan was destroyed, and the idea of living was gone. What should I do to get Sima Ao's desire to live back?
"Born for yourself! The legitimate son of Shenlong and Sima Ao are just names. Don't be bound by these names! You are who you are."
Sima Ao was deeply shocked by Dongfang Yuer's unyielding determination to fate! Muttered: "Born for yourself, you are your own..."
In the quiet dark night, there are stars and the moon is like a sickle. Under the faint moonlight, two lonely figures cling to each other. The two figures are no longer alone!
