"Wang Zi'an? Wang Bo?" Chen Luo was surprised.
In the time and space of the previous life, Wang Bo, Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin, and Luo Bin Wang formed the "Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty". After writing the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", he crossed the sea to visit his father. When he returned, he fell into the sea and died at the age of 27.
In this world, there is naturally someone like Wang Bo, but his destiny has not changed. After he boarded the Star-Zhaing Tower, he wrote "The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky", then led his team into the Crystal Demon Realm, and then the entire army was annihilated.
It is known in history as the Death of the Crystal Demon.
But this was two hundred years ago!
Chen Luo looked at Wang Zi'an carefully and said, "Are you still alive?"
Wang Zi'an seemed not to have heard Chen Luo's words, and said to himself: "Bo knew that he was about to die, so he left this soul message. I hope that future generations of the same clan can inherit our legacy and escort the luck spirits back to our human race! "
The confusion on Chen Luo's face flashed away, and he knew in his heart that if there was nothing wrong, the withered bones in the outside world should be Wang Bo, and here is just a piece of information he left behind.
Chen Luo looked at the suave Wang Bo, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. This was Wang Bo's wave of his hand, and the space changed. Chen Luo raised his head. He was standing under a towering ancient tree and took a closer look. Go, this towering ancient tree is the dead tree in front of the dead bones in the outside world. At this time, Wang Bo's voice sounded again.
"Everything starts with this ancient tree..."
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"That day, I was very high-spirited and vowed to lead my colleagues to snatch more luck trees from the hands of the barbarians. But..." Wang Bo's voice was low, "The barbarians actually came out with a 'heart curse' barbarian spirit, which broke the During our combined attack formation, we were defeated and fled, accidentally entering a valley and saw the 'Cang Yun Ancient Tree'."
Chen Luo's eyes flashed, and he seemed to see hundreds of Confucian scholars surrounding the "Ancient Cangyun Tree", with excitement on their faces.
Wang Bo's figure appeared next to Chen Luo, looking at the ancient tree with memories in his eyes: "How the Yunmu was born has always been a mystery until we discovered the Cangyun Ancient Tree."
Chen Luo looked at the ancient tree and saw a gust of wind blowing through the ancient tree. A crystal light spot was blown up by the wind and fell on an ordinary tree next to it. The tree absorbed the crystal light spot and actually gave birth to a child. With the power of luck, under Chen Luo's gaze, it turned into a luck tree.
Chen Luo's eyes narrowed, and he thought of the Kunling.
Wang Bo was still talking to himself: "This ancient tree has turned into a demon, but when the grass and trees turn into demons, they only have essence and energy, and lack the divine attributes."
Chen Luo nodded secretly. This was the case with the seven gourd dolls at home. He had given them "gods" by using the story of the "calabash dolls".
"I have reached an agreement with the Cangyun Ancient Tree. The Cangyun Ancient Tree will return to the human race with us, and the human race will be able to imbue it with gods. But..." Wang Bo's voice dropped, "The 'Heart Curse' barbaric spirit is actually in the human race." There's a spell on me, so I can hear our conversation."
"As soon as we came out of the valley carrying the Cangyun Ancient Tree, we were besieged by the barbarians."
"It's less than half a day before we return. We must protect the Cangyun Ancient Tree."
The space changed again. Chen Luo saw that all the Confucian scholars were running desperately on Qianfengyuan. Suddenly, someone turned around and shouted: "The barbarians are coming."
"Broken Queen!"
In an instant, dozens of Confucian scholars turned around, broke away from the team, and ran towards the barbarians. While running, Chen Luo heard them chanting poems one by one——
"There is heavy sea fog in Autumn City, and the ministry goes out early in the morning."
"The vastness unites Yuan Tian, and melts into the bright sun."
"Just look at the white hair on the temples, and look at the dense clothes."
"There is no distinction between Taoists and cavalry, and all the trees in the suburbs are as if they were lost."
As the verses were shouted out, mist suddenly arose, and in this mist, the young Confucian scholars who recited the verses became visibly older one by one, their black hair turned into the color of snow, and their tight skin quickly Relaxed, those originally youthful faces turned into ravines in the blink of an eye. While running, they fell to the ground one by one and never got up again.
It’s just that the fog summoned by the poem is getting thicker and thicker.
…
Time after time, the barbarians rushed out of the fog, and every time, a group of Confucian scholars turned around, chanted poems and rushed towards the barbarians without hesitation.
"Broken Queen!"
"Broken Queen!"
"Broken Queen!"
After a while, there were fewer and fewer Confucian scholars, until finally, there were only ten people surrounding Wang Bo. But at this time, the barbarians caught up again.
Wang Bo's voice next to Chen Luo was full of sadness: "I am their leader, and I should be the first to turn around. However, they put all their hopes on me."
At this time, among the running figures, nine people turned around resolutely——
"Broken Queen!"
They rushed towards the tide of barbarians, and only then did Chen Luo see clearly that the only person who did not turn around and continued to run was Wang Bo.
…
"There was only one hour left." Wang Bo said, "I was forced to hide in a valley."
At this time, the space was changing, and Chen Luo came to the cave in the outside world where he was before.
"This cave is easy to defend but difficult to attack. The barbarians want to trap me inside." Wang Bo said softly, and Chen Luo saw Wang Bo sitting cross-legged in the picture, transporting the ancient tree from the storage bag Released.
"I can't go back..." Wang Bo's voice was full of sorrow, "Bo has let all my colleagues down."
"I can't bring the ancient tree of Cangyun back to the human race."
"But!" Wang Bo's voice suddenly became excited, "We did not lose!"
"If we can't do it, there will be others who come after us!"
"I reached a second agreement with the Cangyun Ancient Tree."
"I dedicated my soul to become the 'god' of the ancient tree. It continues to wait, waiting for the human race!"
Chen Luo saw Wang Bo sitting cross-legged in front of the ancient tree, muttering words in the air, and a ball of blue light slowly floated out from Wang Bo's body and fell into the Cangyun ancient tree. The Cangyun ancient tree suddenly trembled. After a moment, a crystal light group was born from the ancient tree. The light group continued to twist, and finally turned into the shape of a fish.
That Kunling!
Wang Bo smiled as he watched Kun Ling's birth. His body quickly decayed, leaving only a withered skeleton in the end.
At this time, the shadow of Wang Bo standing next to Chen Luo bowed deeply to Chen Luo again.
"The Yangtze River has sadly stagnated, and it will return thousands of miles away."
"The situation is high and windy at night, and yellow leaves are flying on the mountains."
As the homesick song "In the Mountains" sounded, Wang Bo's last message finally slowly disappeared.
Chen Luo's eyes were moist.
For two hundred years, everyone knows about the Crystal Demon's Sorrow, but no one knows what happened behind the Crystal Demon's Sorrow. Even for two hundred years, some people have been angrily scolding those Confucian scholars and Wang Bo, thinking that their failure ruined the luck of the human race.
Have they ever heard the sound of "Quan Hou" resounding through the sky!
Have they ever seen Wang Bo's dying smile after resolutely sending his soul away!
They may understand the homesickness and sadness of the song "In the Mountains"!
Chen Luo bowed deeply to the void.
"This time, it's up to us to break up the queen!"
…
Outside, Chen Luo opened his eyes.
He looked at Wang Bo's corpse in front of him, bowed again, took out the storage order, and put it inside. There seemed to be something stuck in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.
"Why hasn't Yun Ling seen the human race in the past two hundred years?"
"Why does the Gu sect understand the human race so well?"
"Also..." Chen Luo took out the sunflower bone, "How could this map marking the location of the luck spirit be a barbarian thing?"
Doubts swirled in Chen Luo's mind. At this time, footsteps sounded in the cave passage. Chen Luo turned his head and saw Ye Dafu, Wang Bugui, Tian Xiangwan and Ji Zhong walking in.
"Xiao Ji?" Chen Luo saw the seriously injured Ji Zhong at a glance, his expression changed drastically, and he rushed forward.
"Who did it!"
At this moment, the red dust air burst out vigorously, making the dead trees rustle, and a hurricane seemed to rise out of thin air in the cave.
Chen Luo was furious!
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