Chapter 349 Your layout is still a bit small after all
Chapter 349 Your layout is still a bit small after all
After Duan Tian finished speaking, they actually left the General's Mansion overnight and took advantage of the dim morning light to take a special plane directly to the northwest. At this moment, in a side courtyard of Tianyong Pavilion in the imperial capital, an old man was sitting
Sighing constantly under the tree.
"Spiritual weapon, I didn't expect that gun... to be a real spiritual weapon!"
This old man who kept sighing was none other than Zhao Gongming, the great master of Tianyong Pavilion. He was the one who accompanied Ye Feng when he entered the treasure house of Tianyong Pavilion to pick up the spear. He originally thought that the spear was just scrap metal, but he didn't expect it.
it turns out……
Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming's heart bleeds. He has been in and out of the treasure house for decades. Unexpectedly, he has never been able to discern pearls. Even now, he only has one semi-spiritual weapon.
"You are such a good boy. You couldn't even hide it from me that day. But I'm really curious, how did you see this spiritual weapon that day?" Zhao Gongming secretly smiled bitterly, but soon thought of his direct descendant.
disciple.
Even though Zhao Gongming was defeated again by Ye Feng, as a master, Zhao Gongming still did not think that his apprentice was inferior to Ye Feng. He believed that the current defeat was only temporary and that his apprentice was still the best after all.
.
This kind of mentality is a bit like that of parents in the world. Even if their children are in trouble, they are still the best in the eyes of their parents. Fortunately, Zhao Gongming is still a sensible person. He sighed at the moment: "Now this boy Ye Feng has
Spiritual weapon, this is equivalent to having a peerless weapon with added power. Wenyuan wants to compete with it, unless he also has a spiritual weapon in hand, but this spiritual weapon is really hard to find!"
Thinking of this, he silently raised his head and glanced at the tallest tower on the left. There were usually only two old people living in this tower. Of course, they were the two old people with the highest secular power in Xuanyuan Kingdom.
"It seems that I have to lick the old man's face and ask him. The old man values Wenyuan very much, and he will not refuse to help him, even if it is a temporary loan." After Zhao Gongming said this, he patted his butt.
Standing up, the old man he was looking for was naturally none other than Tang Bai, one of the two Supreme Elders of Tianyong Pavilion.
At this moment, there is a place that does not belong to the time and space of the earth. This place has a Great Wall that spans the void. This is the Great Wall of Heaven. This Great Wall that winds thousands of miles directly connects the space passage to the west.
Sealed.
A skinny old man wearing a coarse cloth gown and hanging a big pipe was sitting on the edge of the Great Wall of Heaven, smoking leisurely. Next to him, there was a man with a face as bright as the bright moonlight.
A little girl with big eyes.
The little girl looks only twelve or thirteen years old, but her big bright eyes reveal wisdom and cunning that no adult can match.
"Grandpa, how long do you think we have to stay here?" the little girl suddenly asked, tilting her head and looking at the hazy sky above her head.
This world is actually different from the traditional earth. There is no sun, no moon, and no stars. It is hazy all day long. There is no concept of days here. Of course, the people who come here don't seem to care much about this.
But the little girl seemed to have just arrived, so she couldn't care less. This little girl was none other than Long Nannan who left Beiyunju that day.
The skinny old man who was smoking a big pipe ignored his granddaughter and continued to smoke his big pipe without a puff. Long Nannan suddenly became impatient and muttered: "Grandpa, if you don't ignore me again, you will have to wait for another day."
I will pee on your tobacco so that you can never smoke again. You know what I say, and I will do what I say!"
Now the old man could no longer turn a deaf ear. He tapped his big pipe under his feet, then turned around and glanced: "Why, you've only been away for a few days, and you still miss that bastard?"
Even if she was guessed and saw through her inner thoughts, Long Nannan was still Long Nannan, and her face was thicker than the Great Wall of Heaven below, so she still said without blushing: "Don't worry, I will be with you tomorrow
Peeing on hidden tobacco!”
"Okay, okay, grandpa, why don't you answer your question?"
Regarding his granddaughter, the old man was really helpless. He sighed and said: "Grandpa doesn't know how long we will stay, and it is not up to him to decide. Since we were born and landed in that small mountain village, this
This matter is beyond our control."
But at this point, the old man didn't wait for his granddaughter to speak, and then said: "But one thing Grandpa knows is that the bastard you are thinking about will be here soon."
"Really?" Long Nannan's eyes widened when she heard this. Her cute face looked so cute.
The old man hung up his big pipe again and said to himself: "So far, he has obtained the first spiritual weapon that should belong to him, and will soon find the second one, and I believe that the third one will be found soon."
It won’t be too far, it’ll be soon, soon…”
Long Nannan didn't fully understand what her grandfather meant, but one thing she was sure of was that it wouldn't be long before she could really see that person again.
It's really strange to say that when she stayed with that person, she didn't feel much at all, but when she left, Long Nannan realized that almost all of her heart and eyes were filled with that person, and she didn't even feel this way.
Know what's going on.
Of course, the old man saw clearly in his eyes. He had been there after all, but he knew better in his heart that it was not better to speak out some things now than to sit on the sidelines. After all, the better way to do this kind of thing is to let it happen naturally, or to make it happen.
Cooked rice?
Long Nannan suddenly asked: "Grandpa, I remember you once said that one day, he will come to this place like a hero. Is this true?"
The old man smiled slightly and said: "I'm not sure whether it's true, but one thing I can tell you is that if there is anyone who can get us out of this place at this time, it must be him. If even he can't, then you
I can only stay here until I become a yellow-faced woman."
Faced with these words, Long Nannan made a face and stuck out her tongue, and then said: "Grandpa is here to make fun of me again. I don't care about you anymore. I'm going to find Sister Sausage!"
After saying that, Long Nannan's body swayed and disappeared directly. If there were a powerful person in the fifth stage of the Divine Realm present at this moment, they would be shocked to find that although this little girl looks only twelve
Three years old, but her realm has surprisingly reached the level of supernatural power!
The skinny old man was sitting on the Great Wall with a big pipe in his mouth, but suddenly his expression changed and he looked towards the distant sky, and his expression suddenly became weird.
"Murong, my God, Mu Rongtian, do you really think that you have calculated everything? You are really evil. Twenty years ago, little old man, I forgave you once, but why don't you have a long memory?"
The old man shook his head repeatedly when he said this, and then said: "Since you don't know how to stop, you can't blame anyone in the future."
Speaking of which, the old man seemed to think it was very windy here, because once it was night, a cold and bone-chilling wind suddenly blew here. Even those with a cultivation level as strong as his could not stay here for a long time.
After all, this sinister wind blows from that time and space over there.
At this moment, at the far end of the Great Wall of Heaven, there were two men standing there wearing black robes. The older one looked to be in his forties, with a square face and a kind of uprightness.
Upright and handsome.
This man has a tall and straight posture and is full of righteousness. He is none other than the Mu Rongtian whom the old man with a big tobacco bag just mentioned, and he is also Mu Tian's father.
At this moment, Mu Tian, who was equally tall and tall, was standing behind his father. The two of them stood in this hazy gray world, quietly looking at the deathly and dilapidated scene in front of them. Neither of them spoke, and the scene seemed very strange.
It's depression and shrinking.
However, this dead silence did not last long, because at this time, a white wind suddenly blew from the far north. It seemed that this kind of wind had color. This was the kind of wind that could cool even high-level warriors.
The dark wind that penetrates the bone marrow.
Mu Rongtian suddenly said: "It is unimaginable that if there was no Great Wall of Heaven in this space and time, would the current earth still be called a green earth?"
Although his words were very vague, Mu Tian understood. He nodded and said: "If there were not the obstruction of the Great Wall of Heaven, if this evil wind was allowed to drive straight in, and there would also be the invasion of alien races from foreign time and space, we would only
I'm afraid that more than two thousand years ago, the earth was no longer the earth."
Mu Rongtian suddenly smiled, turned around and asked, "I suddenly want to know, what do you think of the man from more than two thousand years ago?"
Although he did not tell who the man from more than two thousand years ago was, Mu Tian also understood that the two were sons after all, so no one in the world knew his father better than him.
"No matter how great the man who was two thousand years ago, no matter how great his achievements, no matter how outstanding his merits, or no matter how many people spurned him, these are meaningless, right? Everything has been reduced to dust. When he
The moment it turns into dust, wouldn’t it be superfluous to comment again?” Mu Tian said in an orderly and seemingly reasonable manner.
After hearing this, Mu Rongtian let out a long sigh, and there seemed to be an indescribable loneliness in his emotion.
Mu Tian couldn't help but ask: "Father, am I right?"
Mu Rongtian said: "I can't say it's wrong, but it's not entirely right, or it's too one-sided. My son, your pattern is still too small after all."
"Although the man who lived more than two thousand years ago has turned into dust, look at the Great Wall of Heaven that stretches across the horizon in front of you. Isn't it still standing there? Do you dare to say that the man who lived more than two thousand years ago has turned into dust?
