Douluo's Fire

After Tang San and the other Shrek Seven Monsters from Poseidon Island arrived at the Sun and Moon Continent, time began to speed up.

Ye Li has been staying in Lihuo Academy since he finished dealing with Doctor Anma's matter, and rarely appears in front of other people.

Ye Li did not come forward to incorporate Poseidon Island into the territory of Douluo Continent. Instead, it was handled by relevant people from the government.

Time passes slowly, the stars move in the sky, and people are developing in the direction of progress. Ye Li has also lived in seclusion in Lihuo Academy for 20 years.

The gentle wind was blowing, and the snow in the sky was falling, covering the surface of a tomb.

In front of the tomb, a flower quilt made of ice was slowly lowered with one hand and landed in front of the tombstone.

Han Chi, who was dressed in a moon-white robe, looked at the tomb where he had worshiped for nearly 30 years, with a faint look in his eyes, as if he was recalling the past days.

"What are you going to do."

"Buried here and worshiped every year."

If he could have arrived earlier that day, perhaps, no more woman would die because of him.

He stood up slowly, the gentle wind blowing his robe, making his figure extraordinarily swaying.

After standing here silently for a while, Han Chi shook his robe, and the white snow fell to the ground, covering his figure.

There seemed to be a soft voice, and Han Chi's figure disappeared under the falling white snow.

Lang San and Taer, who were carrying wine and food in the distance, stood still and waited for Han Chi to leave before striding over under the white snow.

"That was Teacher Han Chi just now, right?" Tal held a wine bottle in one hand and a bouquet of snow-white flowers in the other, squatting down in front of Yan Jing's tomb.

"Well, it seems that Teacher Han Chi has been coming to pay homage to Yanjing every year for almost 30 years." Lang San nodded, recalling the past days and sighing.

"I remember that when Yan Jing was still there, she had always been particularly interested in everything about Teacher Han Chi."

Putting the wine bottle away and placing the bouquet next to the Ice Flower, Tal nodded and sighed: "Yes, Yanjing has always liked Teacher Han Chi, but..."

Tal recalled the dusty files he saw in the archives room, smiled bitterly and said: "Her family was tried by Teacher Han Chi himself. This means that there is no possibility for Yan Jing and Teacher Han Chi from the beginning. ah."

"Yes." Over the years, Lang San and Tal have become high-level officials in the country, and they know a lot about what happened that year, so their current tone of voice reveals a sense of pity.

"Tell me, if Yanjing was still there, would the four of us be considered a legend in the academy? At that time, her talent was much better than the three of us."

At that time, neither he nor Erdan had innate soul power, only Taal and Yanjing had innate soul power.

Among the students at that time, Yanjing had the highest talent. Not only in terms of cultivation, she was also the most advanced among them in terms of theoretical study of the dean.

Unfortunately, even if she knew too much, the more she knew, the more impossible the future would be, and the easier it would be to reach a dead end.

Tal just looked into the distance slightly and said, "Maybe. After all, even if he is as powerful as the dean, he cannot predict everything in the future."

"Yeah." Lang San also thought about it, exhaled from his mouth with a wry smile, and stopped talking about this topic.

After some arrangement, Yanjing's tombstone was filled with wine and food. In front of it, three empty wine glasses were waiting for drinks to be added.

"It's been so long, it's time for Erdan to come." Tal said a little confused when he saw that the memorial items had been placed, but Erdan among the three of them had not come yet.

Squatting down, Lang San summoned a sickle from his hand, placed it directly under the tombstone, and let it sink into the ground to clean and purify the cemetery.

As the power of faith becomes stronger and stronger, and with the continuous support of the "Blue Silver King Life Energy Network", some sneaky thoughts can barely take shape in some dark environments to harass others.

Especially the cemetery, because everyone sees it as a place where corpses sleep, so the power of faith here has been subtly transformed to suit the survival of some sinister things.

What Lang San is doing now is to kill all the sinister things that have accumulated over the year, so as to restore the tranquility here so as not to disturb the ancestors.

A series of terrifying wails sounded. Under the flying snow, there seemed to be a trace of gray energy being killed and destroyed, and the last wail was screamed in this cemetery.

After completing this annual purification, Lang San stood up, and then with a move, the sickle turned into a stream of light and flew back to the palm of Lang San's right hand from the depths of the cemetery.

Among the soul rings that occasionally appear on his body, there is also a gray soul ring spinning, and there seems to be a gray world floating inside it.

After the scythe flew back into the body, its gray color seemed to become a little darker.

Tal saw the first soul ring flashing on Lang San's body and said with a smile: "Tsk tsk, Lang San, your cultivation in this original dimension is getting better and better. In a few decades, you may also be able to Let’s try to cultivate it into a real world.”

Patting the non-existent snow on his hands, Lang San shook his head and said: "I don't hope that day will come. I just hope that these sinister things will never become a thing."

"I don't agree. As long as we can't do without the power of faith, sooner or later these evil things will completely manifest themselves. At that time, we must have people like you to eliminate them."

Regarding the appearance of sinister things, Tal obviously has a completely different view from Wolf Three.

"Maybe." Lang San didn't want to continue arguing with his friends on this topic, especially in front of Yanjing's tombstone.

Smiling, Tal did not continue to hold on to this topic, and turned to other things: "Lang San, my son will be born in a few months, you name your nephew." .”

Lang San glanced at Tal's smiling face, shook his head and said: "I don't understand you. Your son is about to be born, why do you choose to go to war at this time? You are not the only one in our country who can lead an army. .”

"Hey, you don't understand. My wife only married me because of my bravery. If I don't go to this war, she may not let me enter the house for the rest of her life."

"Come on, I think you want to go on your own, so don't use Qinian as an excuse. However, as for choosing a name, I'd better wait until you come back to pick it up for your son in person, so I won't make things worse."

Listening to his friend's disdainful words, Tal laughed loudly and said boldly: "Okay! Then wait until I come back, take the head of the god as a gift for my son, and let him see how great his father is. A man who stands upright!"

"Tal, you'd better say goodbye. He's my nephew too. You'd better not scare your son with the head of a god as a gift."

After a gentle roar, a broad and fat man fell down behind the two of them, shaking his head with a smile.

"Besides, you might as well bring the head of the god to our scientific research department. Our scientific research department will definitely prepare a very useful gift for your son."

Erdan walked over slowly with a smile, stretched out his hand, and the golden light shone behind him. The majestic and noble golden dragon suddenly waggled its tail, transformed into a young grass snake again, and happily wrapped around Erdan's wrist.