I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

"Get up..."

The vicissitudes of life and the deep voice echoed in Meng Xuanwu's mind as if it went straight to his soul.

He bowed deeply once more, then stood up and remained silent, waiting for the Emperor of Heaven to speak in reverence.

"You should have guessed the purpose of my coming here. Stop talking nonsense and lend me the Great Dream Treasure Scroll for a look. I will return it to you after a thousand years..."

Although he had some suspicions in his mind when he first saw the other party, his heart sank to the bottom when he actually heard this request.

The rise and fall of a sect and its lifeblood are all inseparable from the sect-protecting technique. If you lend it out, it's like you're naked in front of the other person from now on...

"Why...you don't seem to be willing..."

Hearing the old man in hemp clothes's words, Meng Xuanwu opened his mouth and answered with gritted teeth.

"So that Lord Tiandi knows that since the founding of the Dream Dao Immortal Sect, the founder has already established a rule that the sect's skills are like one's partner and will never be lent out to others, so... so..."

Meng Xuanwu was just about to grit his teeth and struggle.

His old but shrewd eyes suddenly saw that the strange cloaked creature, which exuded an aura stronger than his own, actually moved slowly...

The creature took light steps, the light under the cloak seemed to become brighter, and the void around it even began to twist slightly!

Meng Xuanwu felt his scalp tingling when he saw this scene. This cloaked creature was probably waiting for him to say the word "no loan" and would attack him without hesitation! !

When he turned his gaze to look at the Night Clan Emperor again, he found that the terrifying old man seemed to be looking at him with a half-smile...

"Hahahahaha" Meng Xuanwu, whose heart was beating wildly, laughed dryly and said:

"So...so I just made a decision that went against my ancestors."

"What's wrong with lending the Great Dream Treasure Scroll to the Heavenly Emperor for a look? I don't think the old ancestor will be angry about it..."

After saying that, Meng Xuanwu quickly took out the jade slip engraved with the Great Dream Scroll from his body and handed it to the cloaked creature who stretched out his bony hand.

After a careful inspection, the cloaked creature turned around and handed the jade slip to the old man in sackcloth clothes with both hands...

As soon as the old man's soul entered the jade slip, an ancient voice echoed in his mind...

"The big dream is like the Tao, without trace or trace. It can reveal the truth and nourish the soul. It will eventually return to one point. It can be said that everyone is for me... I am for everyone..."

"All for one...I for all..."

Ye Wu Kuang, who was lying on the bed, had been thinking about this sentence. The Great Dream Treasure Scroll was one of the ancient techniques he had borrowed when he was invincible and wanted to explore the path to the future of the Emperor of Heaven.

This technique has a very long history. It can even be said that this technique already existed in the world before the Dream Dao Immortal Sect was established...

However, perhaps it has something to do with the technique itself, as Ye Wu Kuang has not been able to recall any memories of practicing this technique...

"It seems that I can only go to Mengdao Xianzong again after I recover my cultivation..."

Just when Ye Wu Kuang was thinking this.

But suddenly I felt a touch of warmth slowly moving across my face...

He calmed down and looked, only to find that the clean and fair-skinned girl was wiping his cheek with a new towel filled with warm water...

A pair of clear eyes stared at his face carefully, and the strength of her hands was extremely gentle, yet extremely careful...

Ning Xiaochu rolled the towel between her fingers and carefully avoided the numerous scratches on the face of the man in front of her.

Soon, she finished all this as the water temperature gradually cooled down. Looking at the still clean basin, a trace of doubt flashed across her big eyes...

Ye Wu Kuang just watched the girl's back in silence, then he opened the curtain and walked out.

The snow outside has stopped, and the faint sound of children laughing and playing can be heard from afar.

"A hundred years... on Earth, it's neither long nor short..."

Because there was no spiritual power available before the foundation of the avenue was repaired, and the soul could only be used to observe the surrounding scenery, Ye Wukuang had already used his soul to scan the area when he first arrived.

This area is sparsely populated, far away from the crowds and noise of the city. For him, it would be suitable to stay here quietly for a hundred years.

As for the family in Li Gang's memory, he has no intention of thinking about it anymore after integrating the memory of the Dark Ancestor.

"If we are destined to meet, we will meet. If not, just pretend that you have never come back..."

Not long after, Granny Zhilan came to the bed where Ye Wukuang was lying again, and this time, she also brought the old village chief who was smoking a pipe.

Seeing Ye Wu Kuang still keeping his eyes closed, she whispered to the old village chief beside her.

"This person is not simple... He was doomed to die, but now he is alive again. I am a little worried... and a little scared..." Grandma Zhilan whispered to the old man beside her with some concern.

Upon hearing this, the old village chief came to Ye Wukuang's bedside and looked at the young man lying motionless on the bed. He stretched out his hand, as old as tree bark, and pressed on Ye Wukuang's carotid artery, then withdrew his hand after a while.

“It’s a bit strange indeed”

The old village chief frowned deeply, and his already old face became even more wrinkled.

"Alas... now I am afraid that he won't wake up, but I am also afraid that he will wake up."

The old village chief was silent for a long time after hearing this. He looked at Ye Wu Kuang from time to time, and closed his eyes and thought from time to time. After ten minutes, he spoke again.

"No matter what, this kid is no different from us, we are all Chinese, so we can't just ignore him..."

"That's all. You observe him first. When he gets better in a few days, move him to my place."

Granny Zhilan remained silent upon hearing this, and then the two of them left together...

Ye Wu Kuang watched this scene quietly. It was obvious that the old man was struggling.

They were struggling over whether to throw him, who was weird enough for these ordinary people, back into the mountains, or to keep him in the village.

However, the old man finally chose to keep him in the village...

Time passes slowly

Soon, the next morning, at six o'clock

Ning Xiaochu was still holding a basket of coal and was ready to go into the house to warm up the room and see if the man was in better condition.

However, the moment she opened the curtain of the room, she was stunned...

The long-haired man who was unconscious last night actually sat up straight at this moment, tilted his head and looked at her quietly with his dark and deep eyes...

"Bang!" The sound of the coal basket falling to the ground was heard. Just when Ning Xiaochu came to his senses, he was a little panicked and wanted to turn around and leave to call for help.

"Wait a moment"

The man's somewhat dry Mandarin made her freeze in place.

Finally, the man continued to speak in somewhat awkward Mandarin:

"Now, it's the 2000s..."

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