Chapter 1595: There is no forgetfulness of sorrow in the Wangyou Tower, and no sorrow in the wooden statue
"Chachacha..."
boom.
The wine glass was placed heavily on the tea table, which was very jarring.
A few wisps of hot wind blew through the quiet attic.
Rao Wang was sitting in front of the stage, his face and body were shrouded in the hazy blue wind, and he felt a bit impetuous.
He still didn't speak, and only glanced at the golden-robed man wearing a golden mask on the left. This was Huang Quan.
Yes, one of the five Holy Emperor families, the Wuse Saint Emperor, and the leader of the dark force, the King of Hell, are sitting in front of the same tea table at this moment - this is a scene that neither of them had imagined in their lives.
"Chachacha..."
Compared with the restlessness shown by Wuze Holy Emperor, Huang Quan also sat there, but looked a little more reserved.
He sat upright, even stiff, with his hands hanging straight by his legs, without the proper arc to relax his joints, like a wooden sculpture.
Different from the turbid yellow wine spilled all over the table of Emperor Wan Ze, the cup belonging to Huang Quan had been sitting there from beginning to end, and he had never touched it once.
"Chachacha..."
This sound keeps ringing in the ears, which makes people feel more uncomfortable, irritated, and painful than a saw!
"Don't say anything?"
The Holy Emperor slapped the table and stood up, staring at the underworld.
Seeing that there was still no response, he took a deep breath of red turbid wind and glanced to the right:
"My Emperor, when can I leave this building?"
…
Chachacha...
The jade-faced scholar Kong Yuhen was concentrating on carving a palm-sized piece of wood with a carving knife.
On it, the image of a middle-aged man with a strong face, clear outlines, and a bit of impetuousness between his eyebrows is vividly displayed.
"Soon, friend."
Qi Yuxin replied without raising his head.
The carving knife in his hand moved very quickly, but only a little bit of wood powder was peeled off at a time, which was very grinding. "...Don't be in a hurry."
The attic on the first floor of Gujin Wangyou Building is already filled with a hazy feeling.
I don’t know where the light was borrowed from the transparent windows, and it shined on this place, making the dust float and making it beautiful.
"Chachacha..."
The irritated voice continued.
Rao Wangze stood up from the table with a bang. He could no longer bear the grinding sound of the knife that had been tortured for seven or eight days, and said angrily:
"My Emperor, something happened!"
"Next time, would you like to come to your attic again and help you complete this wood carving?"
The carving knife in Kong Yuhen's hand finally stopped, and he raised a pair of bright eyes and cast them at the domineering Holy Emperor.
At this moment, the wind jumping around Rao Wuze felt a little more hopeful.
"It's too high, friend." Kong Yuhen waved to him, "Sit down."
After saying this, regardless of whether Holy Emperor Wang Ze sat down or not, he put down the wooden carving in his left hand and picked up another unfinished product on the tea table in front of him.
He turned his head and looked at the golden masked man.
Use the carving knife again.
"Chachacha..."
…
Bang!
Black wind suddenly fell from the sky and shattered the tea table into pieces.
The sputtering black wind caused Huang Quan's golden robe to dance, and when it blew past Kong Yuhen, it seemed as if it could not touch another time and space, and did not even move his hair.
"My Emperor, there is something urgent!"
"In the first heaven of the ruins of God, the emperor's power still remains. If I don't go back for a day, I will destroy Taixu there every day."
"If it is used by someone with intentions, not only the Holy Slave, the Holy Temple, but also you, and you..."
He pointed at Huang Quan, who was sitting upright, and for no reason the manic depression in his heart became even worse, and shouted: "Even your people, the King of Hell, will die one by one!"
Huang Quan was indifferent, his eyes under the mask were very dull, as if someone had cast a restraining spell, and his fingers did not even twitch.
Kung Yu glanced out the window with regret.
Obviously, the worry of the Holy Emperor was unnecessary, because there were not many people left outside the window.
Delayed mercy is too contemptuous.
Kong Yuhen let out a long sigh, held the carving knife and looked at the Holy Emperor:
"Friend, you are very anxious."
…
anxiety?
Hahaha, are you talking to me about anxiety?
How could I not be anxious? Who has the leisure time and mood to play wood carving with you in this wretched place!
I have business to do!
Entering the ruins of the gods this time is a great opportunity, one of the few best opportunities to reverse the deteriorating situation of Emperor Wurao.
The Infant-Destroying Sacred Strain that intercepted the destiny of the ancestral god, the slaying priest Ran Ming Can Nian, and even the Evil God himself...
Each and every one of these is an opportunity that cannot be met or sought in the Holy Spirit Continent. They are the ones that the other four families will stop themselves from contacting and cooperating with.
And now, just out of curiosity, I entered this "Ancient and Modern Forgetting Tower"...
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The Holy Emperor was so irritated that he wanted to yell, regretful to the point of collapse, and anxious to the point of committing suicide.
Just imagine, in this dilapidated battlefield of ancient ruins, everyone is struggling for life.
Suddenly, you turned your head and saw a three-story attic that was exquisite, elegant, and unsullied from the mud on the empty wasteland behind you.
There are also several large characters hanging on the plaque on the attic, which are recorded in the ancient history of the Holy Emperor family and can only be seen by those with great opportunity in every era.
you!
A Holy Emperor!
The family is in crisis!
When you are at your wits' end and encounter such an opportunity, how can you not try to push the door and forget about the worries?
Never thought...
Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.
After entering this building, not only did you not forget your anxiety, but someone also pulled you to sit down, asking you to temporarily forget about the outside world and calm down, and then carved a wooden sculpture for you that has not been finished for seven days.
My wine glass is full of floating ash from your wood carvings. Are you telling me that I am anxious?
This emperor!
Shouldn't you be anxious?
"Kora! Yu! Hatred——"
The Wanze Holy Emperor spoke every word and drank with murderous intent.
After he had been sinking for ten breaths, he softened his words and said, "Let me out."
Chachacha...
Kong Yuhen was facing the underworld, "Lift your chin a little bit."
Huang Quan turned out to be neither a woodcarving nor a deaf person. He raised his chin a little after hearing the sound.
"Lower."
A little lower again.
"pass."
Lift it back a little more.
"Very good, keep it up. Soon your statue will be placed with theirs." Kong Yuhen pointed at the ten wooden carvings on the table on the left and moved the carving knife again.
Chachacha...
The Wanze Saint Emperor glanced at the Huangquan wood carving that was three-tenths complete, and then looked back at his seven-tenths, and a wisp of demonic energy suddenly surged out of the wind around him.
"Bang!"
He pointed at the table displaying the wood carvings, and the latter exploded, sending broken wood shards flying everywhere.
He turned to look at the stairs to the right of the tea table, and with a stamp of his palm, the stairs were suddenly smashed through.
He raised his eyes and looked at the roof of the attic, making seals with his palms, as if he wanted to blast it through, force his way out of the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, intervene in the overall situation of the God's Relics, and stir up a storm.
At this moment...
"Tick tock!"
On the wooden wall behind the attic, I saw the pendulum of the wooden clock swinging back.
Tea table restored.
Table setting restored.
The ten-seat wood carvings were also restored.
It was as if the destruction just now had never happened.
The Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower is indeed the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower, but the anxiety of the Holy Emperor has been directly wiped out by time.
"Hate for nothing!"
"Let me out!"
The Wan Ze Holy Emperor turned around and shouted: "If you keep trapping me like this, believe it or not, I will take action against you?"
Kong Yuhen turned his head and said with a smile:
"please."
When he left the building, he was chased by the branches of the Holy Tree of Death, and he was almost pierced through.
After entering this building, the tree had not come in, otherwise she would have sat down and drank tea quietly.
anxiety?
Tree, you shouldn't be so anxious.
The same is true for people, haste makes waste. If the Wise Saint Emperor hadn't gone crazy like this ten times, his wood carving would have been completed long ago, and there would be no reason for him to keep him anymore.
Of course, the reason why I invited him into the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower was not just to help Xu Xiaoshou.
He has his own purpose:
"Friend, there is something that I have always been curious about."
"The wind is calm in summer, and the wind is turbulent. It can be seen that you are not a very restrained person."
"But since you would choose to take action against my Gujin Wangyou Tower, why didn't you take action against me and just warned me repeatedly?" Kong Yuhen was very curious.
Huang Quan heard the sound and turned his face slightly.
It can be seen that he has also been curious about this issue in the past few days, and the majestic Holy Emperor dare not take action against a junior.
But soon, he forced his face back to its original position.
Curiosity, a long time ago, Huang Quan trained it until it was... not big anymore.
"Crack."
The Holy Emperor Wanze sat back on the small stool, and the records in ancient history flashed through his mind.
In the history of Wurao Emperor Realm, seven people saw Kong Yuhen and left records, and these records can be seen by later generations.
On those pages of related "History of Time", there is a blank page before and after it, which can accommodate more than twenty names at a rough calculation. All of these names will be invisible to later generations.
And in an ancient book that is as thick as three fingers, only a few dozen pages are visible after flipping over. It only records some insignificant things, but few people will recall the weirdness after closing the book. Is this normal?
unusual.
Rao Wang knew "abnormality", but now he also knows this "weirdness".
In the history of Emperor Wurao Realm, his talent is not the most outstanding, and he considers himself to be only average. Otherwise, it would not have brought the "Rao" family from fourth place in the "Yuebei Hua Rao Dao" to almost the bottom.
But some of the seniors are indeed very powerful.
Among the seven seniors who even recorded the name of "Kung Yu Hate" and related major events, the seventh senior finally left this comment:
"It can be seen from this that every generation has a person, so I have reason to suspect that he is a traveler of time, a witness of history, and an explorer of destiny."
"He is looking for an answer. Unless he finds this answer, he will continue to wander...or maybe, this is not called 'wandering' in itself. He, no, He is..."
What is He?
I think that senior is not a person who likes to titillate people. He should have left some handwriting, but it cannot be shown so far.
Maybe his power is limited.
Maybe you are limited.
After all, that line of writing can be seen bit by bit as time goes by.
He never dared to jump to conclusions and add a few words himself - he thought he was not qualified to do so.
But!
The word "He", no matter how you think about it, shouldn't be used to describe ordinary people in that senior's era, right?
In the midst of my thoughts, the tea table has returned to silence, leaving only the annoying sound of the carving knife "chachacha".
After the ten people were seated back then, one person appeared.
Outside the Wangyou Tower in ancient and modern times, Rao Wu Ze Sui decided that no matter when and where he would, he would not enmity with Kong Yuhen, and did not want to be implicated in this great cause and effect.
In this building, it was naturally even more impossible for him to take action against Kong Yuhen.
But can these be said?
Glancing at the underworld of the King of Hell, the Wanze Saint Emperor swallowed the words that slipped into his throat many times but could not get out of his mouth.
History is a treasure.
Culture is inheritance.
It is impossible to think of such a secret record among the other four major families. How could he easily reveal the treasure in front of outsiders?
"Carve this emperor first."
The Holy Emperor Wu Ze stretched out his hand and pressed down the wooden sculpture in Kong Yuhen's hand.
After all, since he is the Holy Emperor and Huang Quan is only a Half-Saint, it makes sense for him to change his mind and join the team again midway.
If Huang Quan does not allow the *** team, he will naturally take action.
If he took action, the Holy Emperor would even be willing to sit still and let his Shangxuan Sword and Soul Cutting take turns to chop.
He wanted to see how the person who always called him his friend would react to his other friend when he saw that his friend was about to be chopped.
Hope, once again, was dashed.
Huang Quan didn't even move.
Regarding the "*** team", he had endured it no less than ten times in this ancient and modern Wangyou Tower. How could it break out this time?
"I always get ahead of you, aren't you angry?"
The Holy Emperor Wanze once again couldn't hold back his curiosity and spoke to the man in the golden robe and mask.
Everyone has anxiety.
In this anxiety-producing Wangyou Tower, I broke out more than ten times, but Huang Quan was very calm.
From beginning to end, he never said a word!
Even if Kong Yuhen asked him a question, he never answered and acted more calm than a Holy Emperor. This made Rao Wanze feel uncomfortable and a little admired at the same time.
No wonder he can lead the King of Hell. A person with such a mind is destined to achieve extraordinary results.
Huangquan is silent, hard-decorated wood carving.
The Wanze Holy Emperor also resisted his impulse and chose to give Kong Yuhen a face and did not take action against this rude semi-saint.
At this time, Kong Yuhen pushed his hand away, took out Huang Quan's wooden carving, raised it up and showed it to him:
"Friend, take a look, do you think it looks like it?"
After the general outline of Huang Quan's wood carving was drawn, the detailed carving of the head was now completed.
The Wanze Saint Emperor had never bothered to pay attention to others. When he raised his eyes and looked up, he was shocked to realize that the face carved by Kong Yu's knife was not a mask...
"Do you have facial features?"
He identified it carefully.
The eyebrows, which are as shallow as a clear stream, converge towards the tall nose mountain in the middle, and then continue to the moderately thick lip valley. The two bright moons, like the finishing touch, are set on the bank of the stream and mountain, hazy and out of the dust.
, also full of vicissitudes of life.
This feeling... Rao Wang put his hand on his forehead and felt that this face seemed so familiar. He must have seen it somewhere.
He just wanted to speak.
Suddenly, he glanced at one side.
From the raised wooden sculpture, he saw the face of Kong Yuhen who was conducting a control experiment in the back.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the table was overturned.
The Holy Emperor suddenly stood up, the wind around him filled with terror.
Kong Yuhen’s face and the face on the wooden sculpture are clearly... exactly the same!
"Who are you carving?"
"Yellow Spring."
"Who are you carving?"
"Yellow Spring."
"Tell me, who are you carving?!"
"Friend..." Kong Yuhen put down the wooden carving and took a look at it. It was lifelike. He didn't realize there was something strange about it, so he frowned and said, "Are you too anxious?"
The Holy Emperor leaned over and stared at Kong Yuhen.
He turned his head sharply and stared at Huang Quan's mask again.
He raised his hand and struck it, trying to swipe away Huang Quan's mask, but his hand seemed to be stretched into the river of time, unable to catch anything or knock it off.
——He passed through the underworld.
The Holy Emperor suddenly turned around and slapped him
He threw it hard at Kong Yuhan's face, but it was like being fanned into another space.
——He passed through the spare hatred.
There are few things that can make a Holy Emperor feel fear.
At this moment, the Wanze Saint Emperor experienced a terrifying feeling that he had not experienced in a long time.
He rushed to the wooden door of Gujin Wangyou Building, raised his hand and struck with a blast.
Bang bang bang...
This is the voice in his head.
In fact, every time he knocked, his hand penetrated the wooden door.
It seemed that even the wooden door was fake, and the entire Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower and everyone in it except myself were fake.
But the anxiety is real!
The Holy Emperor was stunned for ten seconds, then suddenly exploded into a ball of manic wind, and the roar of shattering and tearing echoed in the attic of the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Building:
"Let me out, I want to go out, I want to go out!!!"