"Xiao Hei, why are you so skinny? You see, all the brothers have taken action, but you are the only one who is not satisfied here."
Yu Yue stood up and patted his butt. He was well-proportioned and slender at over 1.9 meters tall. The sporadic dragon patterns on his green shirt gave him a noble aura. His long hair was ink-colored, but with a hint of purple, and was scattered casually. , and also somewhat eclectic and free and easy.
There is no blemish on her face, and she is as handsome as a demon! The gentle smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to be warmer than the spring breeze...but...why did Zhuge Hei feel so yawning now?
"I'm not dissatisfied, it's just that Brother Yu, I heard that if you are lazy after transforming into a dragon, your childhood will be extended indefinitely." Zhuge Hei's smile was a little embarrassing, and when Yu Laosi heard this, he immediately felt cold.
"Okay, let's go in quickly, my buddy will take the lead."
Then Yu Yue began to walk into the holy mausoleum amidst the laughter and laughter of all the creatures. Then this girl didn't forget to send a message and asked Zhuge Hei: "How long should my childhood be?"
"You can't say for sure. A true dragon under three years old may have nearly 8,000 years of infancy."
Yu Yue: "…………"
Although the outside of the Holy Tomb has been dug up, the impression given to Yu Yue is not similar to the one in some tomb robbing materials in the previous life. If the eight creatures walked in along the place they dug, what they saw was a wide and long corridor. similar channel.
The passage is very long, and there are lights on both sides. These lights seem to have been lit for thousands of years. They are swaying weakly, as if they will spend their entire life to release the last light and heat, and they seem to be waiting for something more.
On both sides of the passage, there are full of murals carved on them. The murals are very simple, but they give the creatures an incomparable sense of antiquity and desolation! This ancient saint... they don't know his name, but just through this mural, they can know that he had an extraordinary life!
What this depicts...is exactly the life of the ancient sage...
"I have been waiting for a long time, who will fill up the oil?"
"Written on the wall for a lifetime, your name will not remain in future generations."
From the moment they entered the Ancient Holy Tomb, the expressions of the eight great creatures became solemn.
Zhuge Hei murmured softly. He took out some lamp oil that was used on Mengdao Mountain and was still stored in the storage ring. He held it with both hands and gently added it to the lamp.
The lights...but there was no brightness.
"Brother Yu, come and give it a try. It seems that I am not qualified to add fuel to the lamp in this corridor."
Zhuge Hei caressed the feather fan gently, and there was no trace of discouragement between his brows. This place is full of extremely powerful holy bans. There are more than one connection between the holy bans. Tsk tsk, and it must not be that simple. Otherwise, what about the ancestor of the Su family?
Therefore, Zhuge Hei still has some self-awareness. Since the Ancient Sage or the Holy Forbidden City do not approve of it, there is no need for him. And...he just wants these ever-burning lights to be brighter.
"Ahem, how about I give it a try?"
Long Yi licked his face, then Zhuge Hei looked at him and stopped talking. Judging from Zhuge Hei's performance this time, both Long Yi and Peng Xiao were convinced! If he hadn't sacrificed his life to figure out Tongtian Sheng, they might have ended up here.
If Zhuge Hei hadn't worked hard to use the essence and blood between his eyebrows to circulate the Bagua array, Yu Yue wouldn't have been able to wait for the moment of transforming into a dragon.
The demon clan values love. If you accept it and approve it, I will listen to you! Of course, Zhuge Hei didn't hold on to Cai Fangkuang or anything like that. Instead, he patted Long Yi on the shoulder: "Let Brother Yu try it first. I always feel that the ancient sage inheritance is more likely to choose Brother Yu."
"Hey hey hey, okay, okay."
Long Yi touched his little head and smiled like a fool. As for Yu Yue, he took the lamp oil with solemnity and piety on his face. But more of it is a kind of free and easy, and I don’t know how free and easy he is at this time.
Maybe it’s because I’ve seen too many holy orders…
"Then let's try it buddy. I also feel that this eternal lamp is burning too weakly. The glory of the ancient saints and the post-war heroes should not be put down even if they fall."
As he spoke, he filled the lamp with lamp oil. In just an instant, the ever-burning lamp burst out with bright fire, as if... responding to the glory in Yu Yue's mouth.
"Is it so evil?"
Yu Yue turned to look at the other seven living beings, and Zhuge Hei and Peng Xiao also smiled and nodded to him. Then, in the long, silent passage, there were only the footsteps of the eight living beings, and... one after another, the ever-burning lamps started to shine again. The sound of brightening fire.
Under this light, the mural... became clearer.
When he was young, he was born into a wealthy family. The family was well off and he had no worries about food and clothing. When he was young, he was valued by a monk, who accepted him as his disciple and embarked on the road. I kowtow in front of my parents' door, and when I return home I see their parents' graves.
He had no regrets, and his parents did not blame him, because from the moment he was accepted into the Immortal Sect, the ordinary world... no longer belonged to him. But... why is his figure kneeling in front of his parents' graves so lonely?
After that, for tens of thousands of years, he practiced Taoism, retreated, fought for good fortune, and broke the shackles. His master passed away, and his old friend died. When he looked back, he was alone on this road, and the sect... he didn't want to care about it anymore.
When meeting a friend, the figure on the mural was simple, but Yu Yue recognized it at a glance. That... was Master Haoyang.
Defeat the alien race, kill a lot of people, and have great military exploits! Returning victorious, at this time... the originally upright figure in the painting had stooped down. He returned to Zhongzhou, the sea was dry, the mulberry fields were gone, and in his memory, his home... was no longer there.
Ye Guigen, he did not bother any living beings. He built his own tomb, left a legacy, returned to the ruins peacefully, and manifested his own small world. The spirit of the domain protected the tomb of the old master, forming what later generations would call the Tomb of the Ancient Saint.
At the end of the passage, Qing Biao shook his big head, and even he felt a little emotional.
"The military advisor is right. Basically no living thing remembers the great achievements of this ancient Saint Gan when he was a foreigner. Even in this mural, there is not even a name left."
"Such a character is rare in the world."
Zhuge Hei shook his feather fan and saw that the passage had reached the end. There was no such gorgeous coffin as he had remembered, nor the dazzling array of sacred treasures that the eight great beings expected.
There is just a dead corpse sitting cross-legged, in front of it... a broken sword, three ancient books, and the most gorgeous thing is a sphere that looks like a luminous pearl. In the tomb, the light does not dissipate for an unknown number of years.
"Junior Yu Yue from the Eastern Sea, pays homage to the saint."
"Junior Pengxiao from the Eastern Sea, pays homage to the saint."
"Junior... Zhuge Hei in the Eastern Sea, pays homage to the saint."
…………
The eight great creatures knelt down to worship. This saint was qualified to let them do this! This person is worthy of the awe and remembrance of the entire continent of gods!
"You... are all very good. You are all the hope of my Gods Continent. With the younger generation of the continent being like this, I... can rest assured."
At this time, an old voice that was still tired sounded in the ears of the eight creatures, and a shadow appeared. This shadow seemed to be extremely unstable as it flickered. His face was not old, and in the calmness that had been silent for endless years , there is relief emerging.
