The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

Yonglin also knew that her behavior would cause trouble for the other party. After she forcibly suppressed the obsession in her heart, when she raised her head again, her face had returned to normal:

"Today, I do have an important matter that I would like to ask Lord Chang'e for advice."

"Go ahead."

"A few days ago... I found a note in the hands of a monster in the old hell on the ground. It has a history of nearly 4000 years. The words recorded on it are still the words of the people of the moon."

Even though separated by a curtain of light veil, Yonglin could still feel that Chang'e's gaze had changed slightly following the topic she brought up, which made her feel awe-inspiring:

"However, more importantly, judging from the material and workmanship of that notebook, it is definitely not at the level that could have been achieved 4000 years ago, not only that..."

Looking at Chang'e in front of her, Yonglin hesitated for a moment and then said:

"The material of that notebook is very ordinary. If it is considered theoretically, it cannot survive 4000 years without damage. I have studied it carefully, and there is an ancient formula engraved on the notebook..."

The bright lights in the palace suddenly flickered a few times, and the figure of Chang'e in front of her supported the brilliance of the jade, adding a bit of unreal hazy feeling to her.

Yonglin lowered her eyes, and her steady breathing became more rapid:

"It was also not long ago that a fragment of a comet descended from the place where I lived, and a similar spell was engraved on it."

"Yonglin, what do you want to ask?"

"And this arrow."

Showing a submissive attitude, Yonglin lowered her eyebrows and eyes even lower, but she did not answer Chang'e's words directly, but took out an arrow with only half of it left:

"This arrow fell together with the fragments of the comet. I have confirmed that this arrow is definitely made by myself, and the remnant of the spell on it is also my spiritual power."

Chang'e looked down at her, didn't speak or show any aura, but Yong Lin felt inexplicably oppressed. Even so, she gritted her teeth and put the arrow in front of her, then bowed down again:

"Master Chang'e! I...I feel like I have forgotten some important things! Some, very important things!"

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, she usually only sees Yonglin's calm side. No matter how fierce the enemy is or how friendly a friend is, she always has a calm expression on her face.

The world only saw her mysteriousness, her great strength, and her demeanor like an outsider, but they never thought that she was actually a person who obeyed the rules extremely.

What Yonglin abides by is the rules she set for herself. If there is one existence in this world that Yonglin can fear, it must be Chang'e.

It can be said that if one day the three sages of the Moon Capital stand together and Chang'e asks Yonglin to deal with Moon Yejian, she will shoot the arrow at the head of the so-called King of the Moon without hesitation.

Yonglin never disobeyed Chang'e's decision, which is why she would watch Chang'e lock herself up 4000 years ago.

Not only that, but her awe of Chang'e is always in her heart, and she will deliberately avoid her name during conversations, but she is not lacking in respect. She never dares to show any disrespect for Chang'e, let alone it can even be called It's an act of questioning.

The relationship between the two is not considered master and servant, nor is it friends. If you insist, they are closer to master and apprentice.

Yonglin respects Chang'e from the bottom of her heart and treats her like a master, while Chang'e also treats Yonglin like a disciple.

Chang'e knew Yong Lin very well, so she knew exactly how determined the other party was to be able to say this to her.

"Even if I tell you now that knowing those things won't do you any good... it's too late, right?"

"..."

Yonglin lowered her head and didn't reply, presumably it was her tacit consent.

Chang'e pondered for a moment, then turned around suddenly, turned her back to Yonglin and said slowly:

"Yonglin, you also know that since the establishment of the Moon Capital, I seldom stay here. I prefer to stay on the ground more often. Do you know why?"

"...I don't know."

"Because I prefer hearing other people's stories than telling my own."

Chang'e raised her head and looked at the falsely beautiful starry sky. She stretched out her hand as if she wanted to touch something, but she could only stay in the void, which only added regret.

The stars in the night sky are far away, and Chang'e's words gradually have the taste of reminiscence:

"At that time, he always had endless stories to tell. My favorite thing every day was to listen to his stories. Until one day, when his stories were finished, we had no choice but to embark on a journey to find new stories."

Chang'e's memories are very abrupt, and it seems that there is no logical repetition, but Yonglin listens carefully, not daring to miss a word.

"Different from his wonderful stories, he himself is an extremely boring guy. Apart from being busy digging other people's graves every day, he is also in a hurry to dig his own grave. He deserves to be buried in the soil later."

Speaking of this, although Chang'e couldn't hide her laughter, her words were a little more lonely:

"To you, he should be a heinous guy, but to me, he is a rare friend. Speaking of which, I really wanted to stay and set up a monument for him. It shouldn't be a problem to leave a whole body with the thickness of the skin."

Chang'e's eyes drifted away, and her tone gradually became ethereal:

"Usually he is a serious storyteller, but occasionally he will go crazy, come to me and tell me that he doesn't want to die, and then come to say that he wants to carve words on the stone, and suddenly pull me to do something invincible panacea."

Chang'e's tone was cheerful and jumpy, but she couldn't feel any relief from it:

"Yonglin, you must not have imagined that he actually did half of the invention of the Penglai medicine, but it was a pity that he was useless in the end, so in order to keep his work from being dusty, I reluctantly tried it at that time a bit."

Yonglin has never seen Chang'e like this, she is like a child showing off toys, savoring the joy of sharing, even though Chang'e's tone does not show the slightest sadness, Yonglin still read the word "sad".

Chang'e finished telling the story intermittently, and Yonglin finally asked after hearing it:

"'He', what is...?"

"He...Yonglin, you have seen it, you have all seen it, it is better to say that you can't forget it even if you want to."

Chang'e paused and said silently:

"To talk about the decline of the Age of Gods 4000 years ago, he is the first to do so."