"How about it, it's interesting." Yu Jiaojiao's voice sounded in Song Shuhang's ear.
Song Shuhang: "..."
"Occasionally, when I was staring at the plaque, such a line of words suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. I tried several times, and I had to stare at the lower right corner of the plaque at a special angle, and such a line of words flashed. Then , I immediately thought of you. Do you think it's a coincidence? Fellow Daoist Song Yi?" Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang: "No, I've changed my route. From the moment I appeared in front of people, please call me Tyrant Song."
- This kind of message appeared on the plaque of the Dragon King Hall. Throughout the ages, I don't know how many dragon sons and grandsons have seen this message. Lying, Song Yi's dao name should be used carefully in the future, so as not to meet the unreasonable Long Son Long Sun, who suddenly wraps him in a sack and hits him with black fists.
"Hahahaha." Yu Jiaojiao smiled.
Song Shuhang continued to stare at the plaque. As long as he stared at the lower right corner, the line of text would float in front of him again - Song Yi, the idiot, will die 10,000 times.
Like the plaque, this line of characters is also written in 'ancient script', and the master who wrote this text is so unfathomable that when people see these words, they can immediately debate their meaning.
This sentence is not like a curse... but it is like a joke between friends, but it also contains a lot of resentment. What did this guy Song Yi do to make the master who left this line of words so resentful
"Is this plaque written by your Dragon Clan senior?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Well, there is no way to know the exact age. However, the owner of this plaque is a true dragon with pure blood." Yu Jiaojiao envied.
"Real dragon?" Song Shuhang seemed to remember something vaguely in his heart.
"It's more than this, we continue to move forward, and there are many interesting records. I searched for a long time in the Dragon King Palace before I found them." Yu Jiaojiao said.
Then, Jiaojiao directed Song Shuhang forward.
After entering the Dragon King's Palace, the mosaic became even more exaggerated. In the full-screen mosaic, only some small tables and chairs were occasionally seen. Song Shuhang could only follow Jiaojiao's command, either left or right, or turned.
Finally, the two came to a picture.
It was a huge picture of divine beasts. This divine beast seemed to be a kind of synthetic beast. It was composed of thirty-six kinds of beasts, but on the whole it was very imposing.
"Look at the lower right corner as well." Yu Jiao Jiao giggled.
Song Shuhang stared at the lower right corner for a while, and another sentence floated in front of him - Song Yi, you are bald, bald, bald!
After calling the thief bald three times in a row, how resentful is the owner who left this string of words
Song Shuhang: "..."
"How is it, how is it? Do you feel it very much? A high-ranking monk in the tyrannical Song Dynasty!" Yu Jiaojiao's laughter came, and it was conceivable that she was already laughing, leaning back and forth, rolling all over the floor.
"This painting was also left by the true dragon senior of your dragon clan?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Naturally, you can tell by looking at the handwriting. The handwriting of the two lines of messages is exactly the same." Jiaojiao said with a smile.
Song Shuhang fell silent.
True Dragon... Song Yi... And the title of thief bald, these keywords made him immediately recall a memory.
It was not long after he came out of the 'Mysterious Island', and he had another dream.
In that 'dream', he got some memory fragments that he had lost on the 'Mysterious Island'. In the dream, he and the little master Jiu Deng were drilling a stone wall and finally entered an ancient tomb.
There are ten ancient coffins listed there.
In the center is the crystal coffin, with nine bronze coffins on the side, surrounding the crystal coffins.
And in that crystal coffin, was buried a pure white true dragon.
The moment he saw the real dragon, he was suddenly shocked and brought into a strange spiritual space. There, the pure white dragon was lifelike, soaring in a huge colorful cloud. When it saw 'Song Shuhang', it suddenly shouted: "Aah, bald, eat a certain claw!"
At the same time, he stretched out his paw and slapped Song Shuhang's paw fiercely. After the filming, the little white dragon jumped up and down like a child, shouting, "Happy!"
But after it barked cheerfully a few times, it said depressedly: "Alas... Damn, I beat the wrong person."
The owner who left the text is not related to the white dragon in the crystal coffin on the mysterious island, right? Song Shuhang secretly said in his heart.
In addition, he thought of 'Song Wood', the guy who was suspected to be his ghost, or the existence that made him bear a lot of blame.
This Song Yi... Couldn't it be Song Wood
"Are there any other messages?" Song Shuhang asked - he hoped to find some clues to see if Song Yi and Song Mutou were the same person.
"Yes, you continue to follow me." Yu Jiaojiao said, and then guided Song Shuhang to move on.
Under the command of Yu Jiaojiao, Song Shuhang shuttled through the mosaic for a long time.
Finally, I came to the half-human statue. This statue was carved from ordinary wood, but it was protected by powerful additional formations and runes, so that it could survive in the world and not rot.
The half of the statue seems to have been cut off on purpose, leaving only the lower body. Judging from half of the body, it looks like a man in Confucian clothes.
"Look at the lower right corner as well. No, it's the position of the right foot. You can see the position of the shoes if you look closely." Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang stared at the statue's right foot for a while, and sure enough, another line of words bounced in front of his eyes.
The wooden man surnamed Song, the wooden man, the wooden man!
Song Shuhang: "..."
For some reason, when he saw this half-carved wood carving, Song Shuhang only felt a faint pain in his waist, as if he had been cut off by the waist.
Is it really Song Wood
"Is there more?" Song Shuhang asked bitterly. He felt more and more bad in his heart.
"Hee hee hee, of course there is. The good show is yet to come." Yu Jiaojiao giggled.
Under her guidance, Song Shuhang moved forward with difficulty in Ma Hanke...
Soon after, came to a small study. There is only one bookshelf in the study, which is full of various books. However, it is not a divine art or a secret method, so it is not shielded by the power of the contract.
"The third row, the sixth book, the white diary, take it out." Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang followed his words and stepped forward to take out the booklet that looked like a white diary.
This booklet seems to be made of silk, which is light and soft.
"Turn it to the last page, and also stare at the lower right corner carefully." Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang suddenly complained: "Jiaojiao, are you really practicing hard in the Dragon King's Palace, not playing detective games?"
Plaques, picture scrolls, half-carved wood carvings, diaries in bookshelves, these unrelated things all hide messages from ancient real dragons. How long did it take Yu Jiaojiao to find these things
"Hahaha, do you think that in the Dragon King Palace, you can only devote yourself to hard work? The Dragon King Palace pays attention to the combination of work and rest, and there are regulations for training time and rest time. Moreover, looking for things in the Dragon King Palace is not a waste of time and games. ... but to find her own opportunities!" Yu Jiaojiao said proudly.
"Opportunity?" Song Shuhang opened the Japanese diary.
"There are countless opportunities in the Dragon King's Palace. There are those left by the seniors of the Dragon Clan who originally built the Dragon King's Palace, and those from the Dragon Clan who came later. When you practice in the Dragon King's Palace, as long as you have the heart, you can always find some adventures. As a result, it is not a dream to make rapid progress in strength. This is also the reason why the Dragon King Palace attracts young people to enter diving." Yu Jiaojiao said: "So, I am not playing a detective game... I have a feeling that maybe hidden in these The message in the sundries will bring me a big opportunity! Shuhang, your luck has always been good. I may be able to borrow your hand to find this opportunity!"
Song Shuhang: "That's why you play with confidence."
"Hey hey hey, don't say it, just look. If you can really find an opportunity, then let it go - this is an opportunity left by the ancestor of the real dragon, and it will definitely increase my strength." Yu Jiaojiao giggled.
Song Shuhang: "What if there is no chance? Maybe it's just the broken thoughts of your true dragon ancestor's resentment?"
"That's okay, at least let 'Song Yi Daoyou' come to see these broken thoughts, and it's not bad to see your sad expression." Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang: "All friends!"
"Stingy." Yu Jiaojiao said.
At this time, Song Shuhang opened the diary and stared at the lower right corner as well.
Hey, Song Wood... If one day, I die, will you cry for me
The handwriting of this sentence is still the same handwriting, but the font is thinner, and the font is graceful, not as domineering as before.
But when he saw this sentence, Song Shuhang only felt his scalp numb and shivered violently.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear a woman's voice whispering in his ear, repeating this sentence: "Hey, Song Mu... If one day, I die, will you cry for me?"
Song Shuhang didn't know how to describe his current state.
Song Yi = Song Wood.
Song Mutou, probably = his first-generation ghost.
Therefore, other than 'Wangtian', Song Shuhang really didn't know what to say.
"What's wrong?" Yu Jiaojiao asked.
"It's okay, let me sort out my thoughts first." Song Shuhang said.
Yu Jiaojiao was instantly overjoyed: "Shuhang, what opportunities do you see from this?"
"Not yet, but I have confirmed some doubts in my heart." Song Shuhang said: "Let me think about it first."
He looked again at the last page of the diary, and stared at the lower right corner for a moment.
Hey, Song Mutou... If one day, I die...
died
"Jiaojiao, what type of true dragon is the true dragon ancestor you said?" Song Shuhang asked.
"A real dragon is a real dragon, what type is there?" Yu Jiaojiao replied.
"No, what I want to ask is, what color is your ancestor true dragon? Is it white?" Song Shuhang asked.