Far away in the North City, in the manor behind the palace.
Yu Dasheng was sitting in front of the stone table. Not far away, there was a woman wearing black clothes with a mask on her face. The mask was like a ghost face, shedding blood and tears.
It was very ferocious and terrifying, but this woman raised her hands respectfully and said: "Go back to the Great Sage, the Qingjie... the war has been stabilized for the time being."
"Oh? Is it stable?" Hearing this, Yu Dasheng was obviously a little surprised. According to his previous battle with the Holy Soul Palace, logically speaking, a layout is not enough. He sent the Supreme Saint of Northern Hebei over.
Just so that you don’t have to be so strenuous when going to the junction.
Logically speaking, there will be more and more powerful beings waiting for Bai Xinxin when she goes to Qingjie. Bai Xinxin almost killed all her men on the way to Qingjie, so how did she stabilize the situation?
He sent Hei Yuan over so that Hei Yuan could help Bai Xinxin at the critical moment, so as not to lose everyone in Qingjie in the end.
This black mandarin duck is a secret team secretly formed by Yu Dasheng when he was in the Buddhist Kingdom. Even Bai Xinxin doesn't know about it.
Unless absolutely necessary, Yu Dasheng would not send out this team. When he came back this time, he brought this team here just to avenge his shame and get his arm back.
"Yes! When I led people there, the battle was over. Bai Wushen and others were all safe and sound," said the woman in front of him.
"This is strange. Bai Xinxin actually withstood the pressure from the Holy Soul Palace?" Yu Dasheng frowned.
After a slight hesitation, the woman continued: "It is said that the successful escape this time was because of a Taoist wearing a green robe."
"Qingpao, Taoist." Yu Dasheng's brows furrowed even deeper.
He suddenly raised his head and asked, "Do you know what this person looks like?"
"I've seen it before!" the woman said.
"Oh? You have seen it. So, do you remember? If I asked you to draw it, would you be able to draw it?" Yu Dasheng asked again.
"This...can." The woman nodded solemnly.
At their level, it is easy to remember a person's appearance, and it is not difficult to draw it. You only need to see it once to remember it completely.
"Okay, I'll have someone prepare paper and pen for you." Following Yu Dasheng's voice, the maids around them immediately went to prepare.
A little while.
After bringing everything, the woman picked up the pen, recalled it, and drew Wang Shuo's appearance and attire.
The scene of standing in the yard and the indifferent temperament are all realistically painted and lifelike.
Yu Dasheng picked up the unfinished painting, raised it up to the sun, did not speak for a long time, and just looked at it quietly.
People around him didn't dare to speak, and for a while, the entire manor fell silent.
Yu Dasheng seemed to be reminiscing about something, his expression seemed to be back in the past.
In that village, that person, under that tree...
Everything from the past keeps pouring out.
Great Sage Yu once searched for his master countless times.
But after hundreds of thousands of years of searching, there was no result, and finally we gave up gradually.
He even thought more than once that his master was dead.
All we know is that he calls himself the ancestor of Qinglian.
But no one has heard of this name.
Over the course of countless years, he traveled to countless places and searched for countless people, but all the answers did not include this person.
He even doubted whether his master did not exist.
But what did the poisonous dragon say?
What does Yaochi say?
They were also searching hard for him.
And now, looking at this painting, distant memories come back to life.
He was even a little afraid to confirm whether this was his master.
The face in my memory is blurry and I can’t remember it clearly.
Too long, too long.
Those years are enough to wear away one's memory.
"Could this person be...Master?" Yu Dasheng hesitated. If so, why didn't he come to recognize him?
If not, why is it so familiar?
This feeling cannot be faked.
If he is his master, does he have any hidden meaning behind him?
Or... he wants to see what level he has reached now?
Have you let Master down again?
He looked in the direction of Qingjie. This glance seemed to penetrate the eternal river, the endless time and space, something deep and heavy.
One arm was cut off and he was banished for more than 100,000 years.
perhaps……
Master is disappointed with me, right?
Yu Dasheng smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly and shook his head, but there were some words that he was holding back in his heart and could never say out.
then……
If I had followed Brother Dulong to that place, perhaps I wouldn't have ended up like this.
only……
Yu Dasheng cannot go against his own nature.
He didn't want to leave with Poison Dragon because that place... wasn't suitable for him.
Perhaps, it is more suitable for Poison Dragon.
Yu Dasheng hopes to reach the top step by step by himself.
Then he caught up with the poisonous dragon, but...
Reality is always so hard to accept.
In the end, he was left behind.
Leave it far away!
Being confined to this three-thirds of an acre of land.
Even the Holy Soul Palace can fight with him inextricably, so how can he keep up with the poisonous dragon?
Perhaps, he shouldn't be called Poison Dragon. He is no longer his senior brother, right?
Yu Dasheng's heart wandered far away and recalled many things.
Somewhat emotional.
Don't even know what to say.
"Master, why don't you come back sooner?" Yu Dasheng shook his head and said nothing more.
He just lowered his head and looked at the bluestone table in front of him, speechless for a long time.
There was a time when he wished that his master had come back, stood in front of him, and said to him: "Don't worry, I have a master here."
but……
At the end of the years, I have never seen his figure.
Great Sage Yu has no idea where the master went during those years when he disappeared.
But now that I'm back, that's good.
He clenched his fists and smiled: "Master wants to see how I am now, so I'll let you see. This disciple should not let you down."
Yu Dasheng clenched his fists and his eyes became cold.
With a slight chill, he swept across the northern city and said, "Amo, it's time to clean up this northern city."
What to clean up!
What needs to be done.
Amo knew what Sage Yu said.
What Yu Dasheng was talking about was the spies planted by the Holy Soul Palace in Beicheng.
Amo raised her head and looked at Yu Dasheng's expression. She knew that this person seemed to be serious.
And the reason why you are so serious is because of the people in this painting?
She lowered her head and looked at the painting. The man was standing in the yard, with a gentle smile on his face all the time, like an eternal sculpture.