Zuo Songyan was extremely sad and it took him a long time to calm down.
The legend of the first Holy Emperor ascending to become an immortal is a long-standing one.
Therefore, the first generation of Saint Emperor became the object of worship for all spiritualists and the ultimate spiritual sustenance for all spiritualists. People in later generations, such as saints of all generations, also held the hope of becoming immortals because of the ascension of the first generation of Saint Emperor.
Everyone, even saints, only have a lifespan of about a hundred years, and some people die before they reach a hundred. Five thousand years have passed, and no one except the first generation of Saint Emperors has become an immortal.
The only Holy Emperor who ascended has become a symbol and the last hope.
But now Bai Ze has extinguished this hope in one fell swoop. No wonder Zuo Songyan was so agitated and unable to control himself.
Su Yun is young now and cannot understand this kind of emotion.
"Ever since the Argali Rebellion, Tongtian Pavilion has been in a state of chaos. Later, thanks to Pavilion Master Louban, the chaos was slightly alleviated. But after his death, the chaos started again."
Bai Ze in front only had one horn, but he had another horn stuck in his left ear, disguising himself as an ordinary little white sheep. He wore glasses and looked harmless. He said to Su Yun, "I heard you guys were fighting for legitimacy these years. You've been fighting for decades without a Pavilion Master."
Su Yun smiled and said, "It's still being argued about. I'm the Pavilion Master of Yuanshuo, and there's another Pavilion Master from overseas, and we haven't decided who's the winner yet."
Bai Ze said: "The elders of Tongtian Pavilion do not care about race, so whether the Pavilion Master is from Yuanshuo or another race, it is of no concern to me. In this Pavilion Master competition, the elders will only support whoever you decide is the legitimate one."
Su Yun's heart was slightly shaken, and he thought of another elder of Tongtian Pavilion, Pixiu, who was in charge of the money of Tongtian Pavilion, and asked tentatively: "How many elders are there in Tongtian Pavilion?"
"Seven."
The lights of Yundu were just coming on, people were hurrying by, the capital of the Great Qin was filled with clouds and mist, the water vapor carried a strong smell of ashes.
This is why Yundu got its name.
The little white sheep swung its tail, walked through the crowd, and said, "I saw your Tongtian Pavilion symbol with a book on it, and I knew you were looking for me. The other elders will not take the initiative to look for you. They will only show up after you truly become the leader of the pavilion."
Su Yun quickly followed the lamb, and saw that the fog on the street was getting thicker and thicker. The people in front of him were almost invisible. Only when they got closer and were illuminated by the gray light could they be seen.
There were many argali chariots on the street. Huge argali were shuttling through the clouds and mist, puffing up mist and spewing fire and smoke from their mouths and noses, which was quite scary in the mist.
Bai Ze led them through alleys and walked into a small alley facing the street of Yundu Imperial City. Su Yun looked up and saw a house that looked a bit quaint with a robbery lamp hanging on it.
Compared with other places, this place looks a bit old, with low houses, which is somewhat out of place in a city like Yundu.
The little white sheep stood up, took off the horn on his left ear, poked it into the keyhole on the door, turned it hard, and the door lock opened.
The little white sheep opened the door and said to everyone, "Follow me."
Su Yun and others followed him into the ancient house facing the street. The house was built of stones and was warm in winter and cool in summer, but it was not big and looked like an ordinary house.
The little white sheep closed the door, hung the sheep horn key behind the door, lit the ash lamp, and said, "You guys sit down first, I'll go see if the tea is ready."
Su Yun, Zuo Songyan and Xing Jiangmu sat at the table. After a while, Bai Yang came to the table with a steaming kettle, gave everyone an old tea bowl, and poured each person a cup of tea.
The tea is emerald green and smells fragrant.
Aries placed the teapot in the center and picked up the tea bowl.
Su Yun, Zuo Songyan and Xing Jiangmu also quickly picked up their cups. The three of them and the sheep sat at the table drinking tea. Steam rose from the tea bowls and gathered above the tea table.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of surging water, and a wave came from nowhere, washing the three people and the sheep into the river.
Su Yun, Zuo Songyan and Xing Jiangmu quickly jumped into the air, and looked back with a dazed look on their faces, they saw that the three of them and the sheep were extremely huge, sitting outside the sky, each holding a tea bowl!
"It's the spiritual world! We entered a strange spiritual world from the mist emitted by the tea!" Xing Jiangmu said in surprise.
Su Yun looked forward and saw a big tree covering an area of about ten acres appearing by the creek. On the tree hung houses only three or four feet high, like red apples on the tree, except that the houses were intact and it was obvious that someone was living in them.
He looked up and even saw the sun, shining brightly on the house on the tree.
Little girls, no taller than books, pushed open the windows of the houses, flew out, and fluttered around the fruit trees.
There were also some young men who were even shorter than the girls, with hair like brush hairs. They were dressed neatly and walked out from behind the door.
Su Yun blinked and saw Aries jumping out of the water and shaking off the water on his body.
"Why is it daytime here?" Su Yun was puzzled.
"It's daytime all the time here, there's never any night." Aries threw Su Yun's book to a little girl with a book flying over.
The little girl tore the book and ate the pages at the same time. She swallowed Su Yun's book. Suddenly, a series of question marks appeared on her forehead. She said in surprise: "Hey, there is suddenly some strange knowledge in my mind!"
Su Yun bought that book casually to make breakfast for Yingying. Su Yun had never read the contents of the book and had no idea what strange knowledge it was.
"The girls here are all book freaks, and the boys are pen freaks."
Bai Ze no longer disguised himself as a goat, and revealed his true form, Bai Ze, which was even smaller than the Aries just now, and his fur was finer and smoother.
Something in the whirlpool pattern on his back was shaking, and suddenly there were two popping sounds, and two small wings emerged from the whirlpool pattern.
Su Yun even doubted whether this pair of small wings the size of a palm could fly.
Bai Ze flapped his little wings hard, and the pair of little wings flashed like the wind, finally carrying him flying.
He flew in front of Su Yun, raised his front paws to push his glasses, and stared at Su Yun's face with a serious expression: "Any major event that happens in Tongtian Pavilion will be recorded here. From the time the Holy Emperor went on the expedition to the present, Tongtian Pavilion's overseas excavations and records of major events in history are all here!"
He raised his front paws with all his strength and held Su Yun's cheeks, his expression becoming more serious: "You are not yet the real Tongtian Pavilion Master, but since Yuan Shuo has chosen you, then as an elder, I have the power to give you the opportunity to review. You must cherish this opportunity and don't abuse it!"
Su Yun's lips pouted because of his pinching, and he reluctantly said yes.
Bai Ze then let him go, flapped his wings hard to turn, leaned forward, and flew towards the fruit tree: "I have no opinion on whether the Pavilion Master is a Yuanshuo from China or from another ethnic group overseas, although most of the Pavilion Masters in history were Yuanshuo. Whether the next generation of Pavilion Master is a Yuanshuo or not, I treat them equally. So I will not be partial to you. Whether you can become a true Pavilion Master depends on you."
Zuo Songyan couldn't help but ask, "But wasn't Tongtian Pavilion founded by Yuan Shuo people?"
Bai Ze turned around, glanced at him, and shook his head, saying, "When Tongtian Pavilion was founded, many of the first generation members were from Yuanshuo, that's true, but there are also us seven elders. We are not from Yuanshuo, and some of us don't even have a very friendly impression of Yuanshuo. For example, I originally practiced well and didn't care about worldly affairs, and then..."
The corners of his eyes trembled, his rectangular pupils shrank, and his body trembled a little: "That slutty dragon came over, captured me, and asked me to draw the Bai Ze map for the Holy Emperor..."
He thought of that tragic history and tears welled up in his eyes again.
"What Saolong?" Xing Jiangmu asked curiously.
"He's a yellow dragon with a pair of golden wings. He claims that he can grant any wish, but in fact he's arrogant, proud, domineering, mean and arrogant. The brain in his head has been turned into muscle, and his brain has been squeezed to the size of a sesame seed..." Bai Ze cursed angrily.
From the little house on the fruit tree, the little book monster girls flew out one after another, wearing colorful dresses, flapping their paper wings hard to stay in the air, looking at them curiously.
These little book monsters all have beautiful faces and exude the fragrance of books.
Bai Ze was still cursing, and Su Yun shuddered in his heart, thinking: "Could this slutty dragon be Brother Yinglong? It is said that Brother Yinglong was the god of war in the first generation of Saint Emperor, an existence with unparalleled martial power, but his reputation doesn't seem to be that good... I must not let him know that I know Brother Yinglong!"
"… Dirty Yinglong! Pavilion Master Su, which part of history are you looking for?"
Bai Ze stopped cursing and said, "The records here have been going on from four or five thousand years ago to the present day. They are all-encompassing, not only about history, but also about the truth of the destruction of the previous world studied by Tongtian Pavilion. The contents of each little book monster's memory are probably enough for you to read for several years."
“How many years?”
Su Yun was startled and quickly sensed his own spiritual world. His mind moved slightly, and a corner of the Yellow Bell, which was used by his spiritual power, invaded this spiritual world. The Yellow Bell rotated, and Yingying, who was sitting on the wall of the bell, looked over.
She was surprised to see so many little book monsters and flew up.
Bai Ze was also surprised to see Yingying flying over, and said, "It turned out to be Shi Ziying. The last time I saw you was one hundred and fifty years ago. At that time, you were still a little girl."
Yingying doesn't remember him.
Bai Ze sighed: "You have been dead for more than 150 years, and you have turned into a little book monster."
Yingying didn't understand his emotion at all. As a book monster who was the reincarnation of Ying Shizi's spirit, she only inherited some of Ying Shizi's profound memories. Some memories were completely destroyed and could not be recovered.
Su Yun coughed and said in a deep voice: "Elder Bai Ze, I want to look up the history of the Argali Rebellion."
"Argali Rebellion?"
Bai Ze looked at him deeply, and then said: "All the books about argali, take them out!"
More than a dozen little girls with wings flapped their wings and flew out, then landed in front of Su Yun with their wings lined up.
The sleeves of these little girls fluttered in the air, and suddenly countless words and patterns were reflected in the air.
Su Yun suddenly saw that the western continent was pitch black, with rolling fires everywhere and ashes floating in the air. Large argali as big as mountains were walking in the darkness, their eyes like burning fires.
——The argali walked in the dark fog, its eyes like burning fire, and it roared like a prehistoric beast: May Day, please give me a monthly ticket! Is there a guaranteed monthly ticket