Although the voice was weak, it clearly echoed in the ears of everyone present.
Everyone present looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a dark-haired girl wearing a light yellow sweater, wearing glasses, carrying a schoolbag, and a bamboo basket slung across her body, hurriedly pushing a wheelchair.
Sweat soaked his black hair and stuck to his face, and his cheeks were flushed from running for a long time.
"Wait...wait a moment..."
And sitting in the wheelchair she was pushing was an elderly man.
He is too old, his body is stooped, his skin has lost its elasticity and is drooping, few hairs have fallen out, all his teeth have fallen out, and his face is covered with age spots.
At this moment, he is wearing an oxygen mask on his face, and there is even nutrient solution hanging on the back of his hand...
But he was meticulously dressed, and what he just said was exactly what he said.
Ji Tiangang's slashing movements suddenly stopped, and he looked at the two people who came over in astonishment. The scene was even more uproar.
Countless cameras and lenses were focused on the two of them, taking pictures non-stop.
There is a big question mark in everyone's mind.
Why are they two here?
As long as they are from Daxia and have received compulsory education, everyone will know Mr. Sima Qing.
It can be called a living history book. Even many current textbooks on the history of spiritual energy recovery were compiled by Sima Qingnian himself.
He can definitely be regarded as a leading figure in Daxia.
He is now 124 years old.
The little girl who pushed him here was Sima Qingnian's great-granddaughter, Sima Luyao, one of the four existing censors in Daxia.
Tang Yushou frowned: "Mr. Sima Qing? Why are you here?"
Over the years, Mr. Qingnian's physical condition has been deteriorating, and he has not been seen in public for a long time...
Why did you come here? And it looked like he came directly from the hospital bed.
I saw Sima Qingnian raising his trembling hands, taking off the oxygen mask and pulling out the needle.
He tried to get up with all his strength, Sima Luyao's eyes were full of heartache:
"Grandpa, it's me who should do it. Now I'm also a censor, and I'm qualified to certify the history of Daxia!"
However, Sima Qingnian shook his head:
"It's up to me. I personally experienced that period of history and recorded it with my own hands, and the gaps in the history must be filled in by me personally, so that I can be worthy of the title of censor!"
"That's the shock of my life. Let me finish writing it... and then I won't be shocked anymore..."
Sima Luyao's eyes were red and tears kept falling, but he finally nodded.
He took out a thick golden history book from the book basket and handed it to Sima Qingnian.
Sima Qingnian took the history book with a smile, and the next moment, the flame of life ignited on his body.
The originally rickety body was straight and straight, and the cloudy eyes became full of energy, as if he was no longer the dying old man, but the censor who recorded hundreds of years of history for Daxia!
He stood up from the wheelchair and looked up at Ren Jie, his eyes full of kindness:
"Child...is it okay?"
Ren Jie's heart trembled violently. With Mr. Sima Qing's physical condition, once the flame of life is ignited, there will be no future. When the flame goes out, it will be the death of Sima Qingnian!
Does he want to use his own life to fill the gaps in that history?
"Old sir? You..."
Sima Qingnian looked serious:
"Is that okay? I don't have much time..."
Ren Jie's eyes turned red and he nodded heavily.
Sima Qingnian then smiled, held the history book in his hands, and flew high into the sky with his hands behind his back.
At this moment, the whole audience was buzzing with discussions, and the people who were watching the incident through the live broadcast were even more confused.
What's going on? Mr. Sima Qing seemed to be very familiar with Ren Jie.
And why on earth did Sima Qingnian have to come to the scene in person even if he wanted to ignite the flame of life?
In the Guoshu Hall, Lu Qianfan had a look of astonishment on his face, and goosebumps shot up to the sky:
"You kid, would you choose to use this method?"
In the office of the Xia Jing Demon Suppression General Division, Long Jue clenched his big hands into fists, his eyes full of excitement:
"What a boy! So brave!"
I saw Sima Qingnian flying high in the sky, standing between the reverberation barrier and the watch troops, stopping the battle alone.
Even if Tang Yushou wanted to take action again, he would not dare to touch Sima Qingnian.
But just when Sima Qingnian was about to speak, he started coughing violently. His body seemed like it would fall down at any moment, like a candle in the wind, and the discussion in the venue became even louder.
However, at this moment, Ren Jie's big hand was pointed directly in the direction of Sima Qingnian. The flames in his hand gathered, turned into red and orange, and fired suddenly.
I saw a red-orange projectile flying straight towards Sima Qingnian.
Everyone's eyes were attracted to the projectile, and they raised their heads uncontrollably and stared at the projectile.
The people at the scene, including the Watch Army, all had their eyes drawn to it, even the people watching the live broadcast.
Until the projectile flew behind Sima Qingnian, it exploded violently, and red-orange sparks flew, as bright as fireworks.
Everyone's eyes were also focused on Sima Qingnian.
This is Ren Jie Yanmo's latest third-level skill: flare!
The weird thing is that this skill has no attack power at all. Its only function is to forcefully attract the attention of everyone who sees the flare.
After the flare is launched, as long as it is within the range illuminated by the light of the flare, it will be forced to draw attention and attract attention, except for yourself.
The maximum level of the object that this skill can forcibly pull cannot exceed two levels higher than Ren Jie's own level.
Note that this is only the range of forced pull, that is to say, even a fifth-level physical realm expert, as long as the signal bomb does not explode or burn out, he still has to look at the signal bomb and cannot divert his attention.
And even higher-level experts will be attracted to their attention, but they can force themselves not to look.
Although this skill has no attack power at all, Ren Jie does not think this skill is garbage. If used properly, it may have unexpected effects...
Just like now!
Everyone's eyes were focused on Sima Qingnian because of the signal flare.
Sima Qingnian said loudly:
"I came here today for nothing else! Just to tell you a piece of history, a blank history, a history that has been forgotten by everyone!"
"I have been pursuing the truth of this period of history all my life, and now... this kid Ren Jie has helped me find it..."
"The truth of history should not be buried, but should be remembered by everyone!"
As he spoke, Sima Qingnian spread out the history book in his hand. The book was suspended in the air, the pages turned wildly, and dazzling golden light burst out from it.
Countless rays of light and shadow rushed out from the pages of the book, outlining the Great Xia a hundred years ago, the nightmare moon that enveloped the entire human race.
On the title page of the history book, there are exactly six characters written, "The Battle of the Mirage Devouring the Moon!"
Sima Qingnian continued: "What I want to tell you is the history of Daxia that no one remembers a hundred years ago!"
"Every word I say next is guaranteed by my life, Sima Qingnian, the glory of the Sima family, and the duties of the censor. There is absolutely no falsehood. They are all the official history of Daxia!"
"If there is any fabrication or adulteration, may this body fall into the devil's abyss forever and die a good death. May the incense of the Sima family be cut off and no descendants left! Heaven and earth can serve as a mirror and take this as proof!"
Everyone looked at Sima Qingnian in astonishment. In order to prove history, he actually swore such a poisonous oath?
With the status of Mr. Sima Qingnian, there is no need to make up lies about this kind of thing. After all, this old gentleman is famous for being a jerk.
Jiang Jiuli, Nuoyan, Lu Chen and others also had numb scalps. Even after beating them to death, they didn't expect that Ren Jie would actually invite Mr. Sima Qing over.
Under this situation, rectify Ye He's name?
Maybe... there's no better time than this, right?
The scene was completely silent. Everyone was waiting for Sima Qingnian to speak. However, everyone was very confused. What did today's incident have to do with the battle between the mirage and the moon-devouring mirage?
I saw Sima Qingnian looking solemn:
"Everyone knows that the Nightmare Moon is a mirage that occupies the bright moon and casts a mirage illusion, dragging everyone into the illusion and tormenting it!"
"But no one knows how this disaster that almost overturned human civilization ended, how the human race won, why the moonlight no longer shines on Daxia and the spiritual realm, and why the mirages stopped moving."
"This is a mystery that bothers everyone. Daxia sacrificed three tenth-level powerful men in this battle. As everyone knows, the powerful men who sacrificed that year were not just three!"
"But four!"
As soon as these words came out, the scene immediately exploded. This was no less than a nuclear bomb explosion, and the whole place was in an uproar.
As the imperial censor, Sima Qingnian was ordered not to be careless, and the barrage in the live broadcast room was full of question marks.
The shock level of this incident has even exceeded the Huling incident itself!
Ji Tiangang's brows twisted into the character Sichuan:
"Four of them were sacrificed? How is that possible! Every tenth-level powerful person in the history of the human race has a name!"
"Where did the fourth one come from? If there is one! How could we not know about it?"
Sima Qingnian was not angry, but continued: "Yes! It's just that everyone has forgotten everything about her, even her existence, and there is no trace of her in this world!"
"It's like she has never been in this world!"
"Her name is Ye He, and her flower name is Chuxue! One of the tenth-level powerful men in Daxia a hundred years ago, and she was the most powerful pillar of Daxia at that time!"
No one could calm down now.
Ye He? A name you've never heard of? Not an ordinary stranger at all.
Where did Daxia get this national pillar, a tenth-level powerful man who appeared out of thin air? There isn’t even the slightest record…
How can anyone believe this?
This news is even more outrageous than others telling you that you have a wild father.
But it was Sima Qingnian who said this, which makes people believe it.
Sima Qingnian looked solemn: "Next, I will reveal everything that the world has forgotten!"
"Please remember this name!"
"Ye He!"
While speaking, Sima Qingnian pointed his eyebrows at Ren Jie from a distance, and saw a dazzling golden light burst out from Ren Jie's body.
Endless light and shadow rushed out from the center of Ren Jie's eyebrows.
At this moment, Ren Jie's eyes were more determined than ever before!
bring it on!
Let’s all look here!
I recorded everything about her with a blink of an eye, and I have never forgotten it.
Prove to the world that she was here for the moment...
arrive!
