Seeing Chen Ganhua, Yan Zhaoge said hesitantly, "Collecting the photos from the source, or hiding in the latitude and longitude? If it weren't for the cover of a special method, I wouldn't be able to find out that someone has already climbed here before I got to the tree."
"But the illusion of light and shadow seems to come from the Canghua tree itself, so how can I not see that it is actually a fake?"
He squinted at the other party: "I'll just say who would be so boring, and don't think of anyone other than you."
Although Chen Ganhua looked lazy, but his eyes were bright, he looked at Yan Zhaoge, and said with a smile: "The senior master who has revered, reminisced and yearned, and tried his best to return his fallen leaves to his roots, finally found that the truth is not true. As beautiful as I imagined before."
"People who thought they sacrificed their lives for righteousness and were resolute and fearless turned out to be ugly and disappointing. I am really interested in how you will react to the gap created. How can you be bored?"
Chen Ganhua shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity, you can see that it's my handwriting."
Speaking of this, he suddenly laughed: "When I made this image, I specially used a variety of secret methods to bless, let alone real immortals and mysterious immortals, even Yuanxians would be deceived, but you can see through it at a glance, Yan Zhaoge, You are really special!"
Yan Zhaoge stared at Chen Qianhua, and also laughed: "You say that, even if I don't read it, I also know that the real last words of Emperor Tongming before his death are completely opposite to the illusion you created."
"You now have doubts because of me. Even if it doesn't meet your expectations, you will think that I faked it." Chen Ganhua said indifferently.
He opened his palm, and an ice-like crystal appeared in his palm.
The light and shadow scene projected in the crystal falls on the void and stands upright, like the water curtain of the world barrier, lying between the two.
A figure appeared in the light and shadow, it was a woman in a white dress.
It was Hu Yuexin, the Great Tongming Emperor.
Compared with the previously forged image by Chen Qianhua, the appearance of Hu Yuexin in the light and shadow at this moment is no different.
With a dim face and pale complexion, it can be clearly seen that her injuries are terminally ill, there is no way to recover, and she is at the last moment of her life.
However, unlike the forged image by Chen Qianhua, Hu Yuexin here has a much more peaceful expression.
He exhaled a foul breath, mixed with ashes and blood red.
As soon as she breathed out, Hu Yuexin's originally bloodless cheeks became more rosy.
Under the reflection of the light, her expression became more calm and open-minded.
Although there was unconcealable weakness in his eyes, they were as peaceful as water, without any fear or resentment.
"Master, I don't know where your old man is now? Are you all right?" Hu Yuexin looked up at the water curtain in the sky and saw the strange scene reflected on the water curtain. In fact, I was somewhat prepared in my heart."
"If you were still here, there would be no movement for so many years, but I still have some thoughts in my heart."
Hu Yuexin smiled at the corner of her mouth: "However, disciple, I'm afraid I have to leave first. I sincerely hope that you are still alive, but it's a pity that I can't wait for the day when you come back."
"But I didn't disgrace you."
The woman in the white skirt murmured softly: "Now if I want to drink with you again, I can drink two or three of you alone."
"I have been taking care of your favorite wooden bed when you sleep. It has been preserved for so many years, and it has not been eaten by moths."
"As long as you want, we can drink from three poles in the sun until midnight, and then sleep from midnight to three poles in the sun."
"It's the problem of being stubborn with you. It may be difficult for me to change it, but if you are willing to come back sooner, I will try my best to change it, and try to talk back to you less..."
Hu Yuexin babbled, as if she didn't have a point in her words.
But in the end, she smiled brightly, and the blood on her pale cheeks became thicker: "I have never forgotten your teachings back then."
"No matter how bumpy, difficult, and hopeless the road ahead is, I will never waver. I will do my part for the rejuvenation of my orthodox sect, and for the sweeping away of evil spirits and the clarification of the universe."
"I got the Tianyuan stone fragment you mentioned back then, and I will do my best to prevent this treasure from falling back into the hands of heretics."
"Although I am exhausted today, there are successors who pass on the torch from generation to generation. Just like you taught me back then, I believe that future generations will persevere, and will eventually wait until the day when the chaos is cleared up and the chaos is rectified."
The blood on Hu Yuexin's face began to fade gradually, and the look in his eyes also began to dim, and he was truly dying.
In his pupils, a beautiful figure of a woman in green clothes emerged, that was the Venerable Shao Junhuang of Mu Yao Sui Xing.
"I can't see that day anymore, but our descendants will definitely be able to see it... I hope Master can see it when you return in the future."
Hu Yuexin's voice gradually became lower and her breath gradually weakened.
The figure that appeared in the depths of her pupils gradually turned into another person.
It was a young man, dressed in black and white, with long black hair falling from his back.
His facial features and appearance are clearly similar to the Youming Emperor Yin Tianxia known to Yan Zhaoge and others.
However, compared to the familiar image left by Yin Tianxia to the world, this man is much younger.
At the same time, in the memory of Yan Zhaoge and others, Yin Tianxia had long black hair but pure white eyebrows.
And the eyebrows of this young man are still black.
But that pair of black and white, Shen Xiong's peaceful eyes, is exactly the same as what Yan Zhaoge and others remember.
"I know I have a bad habit of being late, especially this time, I was late for hundreds of years." The woman in the white skirt gradually lost the strength to support her head, and her head drooped lower and lower: "But I promise this is the last time." Once."
"Baichuan, I'm coming."
The sound finally became low to almost inaudible, until it was completely cut off.
And the woman in the white skirt sat stiffly on the spot with her head lowered, no longer breathing.
Hu Yuexin, the great emperor of Ming Dynasty, finally passed away in a foreign space in the tributary of Tianhe River.
In the light and shadow picture, her slough gradually changes, and there is light stretching from it.
The vitality broke out, and finally the figure disappeared, leaving only a sapling rooted in place, curling its branches and leaves, and finally turned into a towering divine tree.
Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng stood at the same spot, watching this scene, silent.
After a long time, the two saluted the Canghua Divine Tree together.
"Is that Emperor Youming?" Feng Yunsheng asked softly.
"Yes." Yan Zhaoge replied silently: "Yin Baichuan is the real name of Emperor Youming. After he succeeded Youming Sacred Sect leader, he changed his name to Yin Tianxia."
He turned his head to look at Chen Qianhua with a cold gaze.
"Are you satisfied with this?" Chen Ganhua's expression was a bit disgusted: "Unexpected is the greatest joy in life. What's the fun in what you already know?"
Yan Zhaoge said coldly: "Some people, some things, how could you be allowed to have fun, what are you?"