Po Tian Xie Zun

"The handbook...can you show me?"

Lan Yuyan stood up excitedly, some guesses sprang up in his heart, but he didn't dare to jump to conclusions, he could only pray that he could find clues in the notebook, even if it was a little bit.

"This is the letter my master left me."

Without refusing, Hong Zhong took out a yellowed book and handed it to him. Xie Wuya couldn't help but raise his eyes and take a look. With just one glance, his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, stiff and trembling, and the corners of his mouth twitched. What the hell did he see?Why did he see the abbreviation of HEL at the bottom of the letter?Could it be that that Qizun is really a time traveler?How many traversers are there in this damn world!

"what happened?"

Keenly aware that something was wrong with him, Feng Xingtian asked with concern, Xie Wuya regained consciousness in an instant, gave him a soothing look, and locked his eyes on the letter that was taken by Lan Yuyan's trembling hands, do you want to be sure again? Woolen cloth?But... so what if I'm sure?People are dead, it seems meaningless, right?

Feng Xingtian is not a fool, Xie Wuya's anomaly is too obvious, but since he is not willing to say it, he will not force it, following his line of sight, the corners of his lips are raised with interest, is it because of that booklet?

"This... is really the property of the ancestor!"

After reading it for a long time, Lan Yuyan trembled violently, and rubbed his thumb against the abbreviation on the lower right of the booklet. Although he didn't know what it meant, the same abbreviation was also on the Lan family's ancestry. It is said that it was The signature of the ancestor, unexpectedly... Unexpectedly, the ancestor of the Lan family did not die, but was trapped in another world, and even accepted Hong Zhong as his apprentice before he died. I am the ancestor of the first generation... "Master, Yu Yan offended you. Since the master is the only disciple of the first ancestor of the Lan family, please return the master and Yu Yan to the Lan family, and let me serve you with the highest respect!"

Suddenly, Lan Yuyan walked up to Hong Zhong and knelt down without any warning. His attitude was so sincere that everyone was taken aback for a moment. Master... this generation... damn it!

"Patriarch Lan please stand up."

Seeing this, Hong Zhong was also in various embarrassments, and quickly reached out to help him up. He was only 20 years old, and he was really not used to being called a master, and he was cared for... It seems that this is the son's filial piety to Lao Tzu, right?Uh... Hong Zhong didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was afraid that he would be struck to death by himself!

"Master..."

"Don't call me Shizu, Master Lan, you can't just rely on an abbreviation to determine that Master is the ancestor of your Lan family, right? If that's the case, in tens of thousands of years, with his cultivation base, there should be plenty of opportunities to come back. Here, why didn't he come back? Maybe the master just happened to pick up something dropped by your ancestor?"

Forcibly blocking his respect, Hong Zhong stammered to justify himself. In fact, such an argument could not even convince him. Now that I think about it, his practice method is really different from Canglan Continent, but it is similar to Tianhong Continent. The vindictive magic is very similar, and a person as strong as the ancestor of the Lan family, how could he not know what he dropped?Even if he died, he would still have a way to hide his own things or send them back to Lan's house, right?

"But…"

"Well, Patriarch Lan, can you show me that notebook?"

Lan Yuyan's words were interrupted again, Xie Wuya stood up and stretched out his hand. Since it was about Hong Zhong, he couldn't stand by. Lan Yuyan looked at him, and after getting Hong Zhong's nod, he handed him the note in his hand .

"Ithisisaspecialofficer,surnamedHanMingleidiedintwenty-firstcentury, task, astrangecombinationofcircumstancestothename,thelocalnetwork..."

After receiving the letter, although he was prepared, Xie Wuya was stunned by the dense English on it when he turned the first page. The meaning of the English was: I was originally a special military officer in the 21st century, my surname was Han and my name was Lei. , died in a mission, and came to this place called Tianhong Continent by accident...The following records his hesitation and struggle at the beginning, and then he learned to adapt, and slowly conquered this place with a group of like-minded friends. World affairs, and finally talked about Hong Zhong, saying that he is a child with a great talent for refining weapons and excellent muscles and bones. Unfortunately, he has not much time, so he cannot witness his growth with his own eyes, etc., and he can understand these words In a word, please ask him to convey his guilt towards Hong Zhong because they are from the same place.

And others, as early as when he unconsciously read out the series of English words, they were stupid, especially Hong Zhong, who had studied for more than ten years and did not know how many pages he had filled with words like earthworms. Unexpectedly, Xie Wuya could tell at a glance, throwing away Patriarch Lan in a gaffe, and Hong Zhong rushed to Xie Wuya excitedly, holding his hand tightly with both hands, with obvious tears in his eyes: "Wu... Wu Ya, what do those words mean? Did the master leave it to me? What did he say?"

In this life, his greatest regret was not being by his side when his master died, because at that time he ran to the stream to catch fish, and when he returned to the cabin, his master was dead, and only The three things he bought were placed messily on the bedside, all... so he always wanted to know if the master blamed him, if he wanted to leave him something important, but he... hot tears flowed out of his eyes, he really It hurts, it hurts... I regret why I was so playful at the beginning, why I chose to go out on that day, why I didn't stay with Master all the time, why... Seeing his excited appearance, and seeing his sad tears, Xie Wuya's eyes were a little sad, and he swept the equally excited Lan Patriarch and Lan Shaoqing, and silently hugged him Hong Zhong into his arms. It turned out that he has been blaming himself for so many years, is he sad alone?

"Fool, your master didn't blame you. This notebook records the legend of your master's life. He is really the founder of the Lan family, Lan Yichen. He also mentioned you at the end, saying that you are very talented in refining weapons, with strong muscles and bones." Qijia's child, it's a pity that his time is approaching and he has no chance to see you grow up with his own eyes. He also said that in order not to make you too sad, when he had a premonition that he was about to die, he secretly designed you to leave the small house where you live Wooden House, I hope you can forgive him. The Rubik's Cube, the Handbook and the Vine of Life are the only things he can leave you. He said that he once warned you not to use the Rubik's Cube to make weapons in public. You should keep that in mind. Because he doesn't want you to be involved in the same thing as him, and end up seriously injured and die alone, Hong Zhong, your master really loves you, you should be happy."

Gently handing him over to Han Mengli who was standing behind him with a worried face, Xie Wuya put his hands on his shoulders and said gently, these are all the contents recorded at the end of the handbook, without missing a single word, look at the messy The handwriting should be left by him with his last breath at the last moment of his life, so that one day someone can tell Hong Zhong the above content. This may be the so-called cause and effect in Buddhism, Lan Yi Chen is the life-and-death brother of Xie Yuxiao, the Evil Lord, and died for him. Now, as the reincarnation of the Evil Lord, it is a form of compensation for him to personally complete his last words.

"Really? Master really said that?"

With teary eyes open, Hong Zhong leaned weakly on Han Mengli's arms. It turned out that Master deliberately pushed him away...Master..."Yes."

Nodding without consideration, Xie Wuya made a firm promise.

"Master..."

Tears could not be restrained like a fountain, Hong Zhong hugged Han Mengli tightly, and threw himself into his arms, weeping at the top of his lungs, the master's voice full of emotion broke his heart, Han Mengli is not good To comfort people, I can only hold him tightly, support him silently, and let him vent to the fullest.

"Wu Ya, did the ancestor say that since he didn't die, why didn't he come back to Lan's house?"

Knowing that now is not the best time to ask questions, Lan Yuyan couldn't help asking anxiously. The Lan family has always respected the glory of the ancestors. …is something everyone would want to know why.

"Because his life and death brothers all died in that battle. Without their Tianhong Continent, it would be meaningless for him to go back. Disappointed, he chose Canglan Continent as his cemetery, because he and those who died The brothers agreed that in the next life and the next life...they will not be reborn in this cruel place of Tianhong Continent, in the next life, if they can, they just want to be ordinary people, still support each other, fight the world together, and be good brothers for a lifetime."

Sitting down with a heavy heart, Xie Wuya closed his eyes with heartache. Although he was not Xie Yuxiao, those people all died for Xie Yuxiao. And the heartache, the war of the Three Realms, no one is wrong, Ling Xiao is just doing his duty, Mozun is crazy in love, and he is even more innocent, but... why is the final result so sad?

Xie Wuya has never told Feng Xingtian about the matter of the Demon Lord, and he doesn't know why he is so sad, but the only thing he can do now is to hold him in his arms and comfort him silently!

Even if they haven't witnessed the battle with their own eyes, and haven't personally felt the deep relationship between Lan Yichen and his brothers, the people present can use their imagination to outline the wanton and wild years, and imagine that time. Zhang Zhang's strong face against the sky, the promises made at the moment of death, that... the unwillingness to die with nostalgia.