Zuo Songyan felt extremely sad, and it took a long time to regain his peace.
The legend of the first generation of holy emperors ascending into immortals has been around for a long time.
Therefore, the first generation of holy emperors became the object of worship of all spiritual men and the ultimate spiritual sustenance of all spiritual men. Later generations, such as the saints of the past, also hold the hope of becoming immortals because of the ascension of the first holy emperor.
All people, even saints, have only one hundred years of life, and some will die before they even live. Five thousand years to the present, no one has been flying immortals except the first generation of holy emperors.
The only ascending holy emperor has become a symbol and the last hope.
But now Bai Ze extinguished this hope all at once, no wonder Zuo Songyan was so excited that it was difficult to hold on to himself.
Su Yun is young now, unable to understand this emotion.
"Since the Argali Rebellion, the Tongtian Pavilion has shown a lot of chaos. Later, because of the pavilion owner, the chaos has been slightly reduced. But after his death, the chaos revived."
Bai Ze in front had only one horn, but another horn was inserted in his left ear, disguised as an ordinary little white sheep, wearing glasses and looking harmless to humans and animals, said to Su Yun: " Over the years, I heard that you are fighting for orthodoxy. There has been no pavilion owner for decades."
Su Yun smiled and said: "Still still fighting. I am Yuanshuo's pavilion master, and there is an overseas pavilion master, so far no male and female have been separated."
Bai Ze said: "The elders of the Tongtian Pavilion only ask about race, so it doesn't matter to me whether the pavilion owner is Yuanshuo or another tribe. In this battle for pavilion owners, the elders only wait for you to distinguish who is orthodox. Who to support."
Su Yun's heart trembled slightly, thinking of the other Tongtian Pavilion veteran Pai Yao who was taking care of the Tongtian Pavilion's money, and tentatively said: "How many elders of the Tongtian Pavilion are there?"
"Seven."
At the beginning of the lanterns of Yundu, pedestrians hurried, and the capital of Daqin was filled with clouds and mists, and the steam had a strong smell of robbery.
Yundu got its name from this.
Little Aries flicked his tail, walked through the crowd, and said, "I saw your Tongtian Pavilion symbol with a book on it, knowing that you are looking for me. The other elders will not take the initiative to look for you, they only have You will only show up after you truly become the pavilion master."
Su Yun hurriedly followed the lamb, only to see the mist on the street getting thicker and thicker, and the people in front could barely see the figure. Only when he was approached by the shovel lamp could he see people.
There are many argali on the street. The huge argali shuttles through the clouds, swallowing the clouds and vomiting the fog, and the mouth and nose are spraying fire and smoke, which is very scary in the fog.
Bai Ze led them through the alleyways and walked into a small alley facing the street in the Imperial City of Yundu. Su Yun looked up and saw that this was a somewhat old-fashioned house, and there was also a robbery lamp hung on it. .
Compared with other places, here is a bit old, with low houses and a bit incompatible with cities like Yundu.
Little Aries stood up, took off the horn on his left ear, pierced it into the keyhole on the door, and turned it vigorously to unlock the door.
The little white sheep opened the door and said to everyone: "Follow me."
Su Yun and the others followed him into this ancient house facing the street. This house was made of piled stones. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, but the place was small, and it looked like an ordinary mansion.
The little white sheep closed the door, hung the claw's horn key behind the door, lit the ashes lamp, and said, "Sit down first. I'll see if the tea is ready."
Su Yun, Zuo Songyan, and Xing Jiangmu sat at the table. After a while, Aries came to the table with a steaming kettle, and gave everyone an old tea bowl, and each poured a cup of tea.
The tea is emerald green and smells delicate.
Aries placed the teapot in the center and held up the tea bowl.
Su Yun, Zuo Songyan, and Xing Jiangmu also hurriedly got up. The three of them were sitting at the table drinking tea. They saw the steam in the tea bowl, rising up and gathering in the empty space on the tea table.
At this time, suddenly the sound of water surging, a wave rushed from nowhere, rushing three people and one sheep into the river.
Su Yun, Zuo Songyan, and Xing Jiangmu hurriedly jumped into the air, looking back, they couldn't help but their expressions were sluggish, they saw that the three of them were extremely huge, sitting outside, each holding a tea bowl!
"It's the spirit world! We entered a strange spirit world from the mist of tea!" Xing Jiangmu said in surprise.
Su Yun looked forward, and a big tree covering an area of about ten acres appeared by the small river. On the big tree were houses only three or four feet high, like red apples on the tree, but only houses. She is just like, there are obviously people living in it.
He raised his head and even saw the sun, the sun was shining brightly on the house on the tree.
Some little girls who were only books tall pushed open the windows of the houses, and flew out of the windows, flying around the fruit trees.
There are also some lads who are shorter than these little girls, with hair on top of their heads like brush strokes. They are neatly dressed and walk out from behind the door.
Su Yun blinked and saw Aries jump out of the water, shaking the river water on his body.
"Why is it daytime here?" Su Yun was puzzled.
"All the time here is day, and there has never been night." Aries threw Su Yun's book to a little girl who was flying over.
The little girl ate the pages of the book while tearing the book and swallowed Su Yun's book. Suddenly a series of question marks appeared on the forehead of the little girl, and she was surprised: "Hey, there is suddenly some strange knowledge in her mind!"
That book was bought by Su Yun casually to make breakfast for Yingying. Su Yun had never read the content of the book before, and he didn't know what strange knowledge it was.
"The little girls here are book monsters, and the young guys are pen monsters."
Bai Ze no longer pretended to be a goat, and Bai Ze's real body appeared, which was smaller than the previous Aries, and the hair on his body was more delicate and smooth.
There was something trembling in the swirl pattern on his back, and suddenly there were two bangs, and two small wings emerged from the swirl pattern.
Su Yun even doubted whether the pair of small, palm-sized wings could fly.
Bai Ze tried his best to flap his little wings, a pair of little wings flashed like the wind, and finally took him to fly.
He flew in front of Su Yun, raised his front paws and pushed his glasses, staring at Su Yun's face with a serious expression: "Any major events that occur in the Tongtian Pavilion will be recorded here. From the Holy Emperor's expedition to the present, the Tongtian Pavilion has been facing overseas Excavations, records of major events in history, are all here!"
He lifted his front paws and held Su Yun's cheeks, his expression became more serious: "You are not the real pavilion master of Tongtian, but since Yuan Shuo has chosen you, then I, as the veteran, have the right to check it out for you. Opportunity. You must cherish this opportunity and don’t abuse it!"
Su Yun was squeezed by him so that his mouth was pouted, and he barely said yes.
Bai Ze let him go, flapped his wings and turned, leaned forward, and flew towards the fruit tree: "I don't have any opinion on whether the pavilion owner is from Yuanshuo in China or from other tribes overseas, although the pavilion owner in history Most of them are Yuanshuo people. No matter whether the next generation of pavilion masters are Yuanshuo people, I treat them equally. So I will not favor you. Whether you can become the real pavilion master depends on you."
Zuo Songyan couldn't help but said, "But, isn't Tongtian Pavilion founded by Yuanshuo people?"
Bai Ze turned his head, glanced at him, and shook his head: "When the Tongtian Pavilion was founded, many of the first generation members were Yuanshuo people. This is true, but there are also our seven senators. We are not Yuanshuo people, and some of us are even People’s perception of Yuan Shuo is not so friendly. For example, I, I originally practiced well, but when I asked about the world, then..."
The corners of his eyes trembled, his rectangular pupils narrowed, and his body was a little trembling: "The Saolong looked for him and captured me, asking me to draw a white picture for the holy emperor..."
He thought of that tragic history, and tears filled his eyes again.
"What kind of dragon?" Xing Jiangmu asked curiously.
"It's the Huanglong with a pair of golden wings. He claims to be responsive, but in fact he is arrogant, arrogant, arrogant, despicable and arrogant. The brain in his head is made into muscles by him, and his brain is squeezed to the size of a sesame seed. …" Bai Ze cursed angrily.
In the little house on the fruit tree, the little book queer girls all flew out one after another, wearing various dresses, struggling to stop in the air with their paper wings, looking at them curiously.
These little books are all beautiful, with the fragrance of scrolls on them.
Bai Ze was still cursing, Su Yun shuddered in his heart, and said, "Is this Saolong brother Yinglong? It is said that Brother Yinglong is the god of war in the first generation of the holy emperor, and he has an unparalleled presence. , It’s just that his reputation doesn’t seem so good... I must not let him know that I know Brother Ying Long!"
"... Dirty Ying Long! Pavilion Master Su, which piece of history are you going to look for?"
Bai Ze stopped cursing and said: "The records here have lasted from four to five thousand years ago to the present. They are all-encompassing, not only about history, but also the truth about the destruction of the last world studied by Tsutenkaku. The memory of every little book monster The content will probably be enough for you to read for a few years."
"Study for a few years?"
Su Yun was startled, and quickly sensed his spiritual world. His mind moved slightly, and a corner of Huang Zhong invaded this spiritual world. Huang Zhong rotated, and Yingying sat on the wall of the clock and looked over.
Seeing so many little book monsters, she couldn't help being surprised and flew up.
Bai Ze was surprised to see Yingying flying here, and said, "It turned out to be Shi Ziying. The last time I saw you, it was one hundred and fifty years ago. At that time, you were still a little girl."
Yingying did not remember him.
Bai Ze said with emotion: "You have been dead for more than one hundred and fifty years, and you have become a little book monster."
Yingying didn't understand his emotions. As the book monster who was the spiritual reincarnation of Shizi Ying, she only inherited part of the deep memories of Shizi Ying, and some memories were completely annihilated and could not be retrieved.
Su Yun coughed, and said solemnly: "Old Bai Ze, I want to check the history of the Argali Rebellion."
"The Argali chaos?"
Bai Ze took a deep look at him, and then said: "All the books about argali are listed!"
More than a dozen little girls with wings flapped their wings and flew out, and stopped in front of Su Yun with their wings.
The sleeves of these little girls fluttered and flicked in the air, and suddenly I saw countless words and patterns reflected in the air.
Su Yun suddenly saw that the Western Continent was pitch black, and there were roaring fires everywhere, robbery ashes fluttered in the air, and huge argali heads of sheep walking in the darkness, their eyes like burning fires.
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