black and white

The crown prince has already started to take over the political affairs, and the emperor Yeluo has nothing to do, so he often goes to the Dianzang Pavilion to find some books that record interesting past events in the six realms.

Millions of years have passed since the party on the Xuanguang Terrace, and Ye Luo no longer hates it that much, so he let himself relax a bit, otherwise, he might just stare blankly at the Hunyuan Tree by the edge of Yan Lake in this spare time.

Ye Luo looked at the book in his hand a little sadly, the restriction outside the Dianzang Pavilion slowly fluctuated, he looked up and looked out, which meant that someone came in again, but he was in the core position, not everyone could come.

Ye Luo tilted his head, and a handsome young man in black clothes trotted to him in a hurry, his expression was a little impetuous.

"Master!" The boy was about to say something, but saw Ye Luo's indifferent expression stop.

Ye Luo casually put the book beside her, and leaned against the bookshelf, staring casually at the impatient young man in front of her, her tone casual but dignified.

"A generation of protoss princes, how can you be so frizzy? I taught you like this? Even if there is a big event, is he dead as a teacher?" Ye Luo paused, "Didn't you just come down to earth a few days ago?" Did you go through the calamity? Why did you come back?"

The young man who is currently the crown prince of the God Race settled his expression, took a deep breath, calmed down his impatience, and then solemnly took out a picture scroll from his body.

Looking at the scroll, Ye Luo frowned slightly, and was about to say something, but choked in front of the slowly unfolded one. Just the unfolded piece of painting on the corner of his coat choked all his thoughts.

The snow-white picture scroll was slowly unfolded, and in the desolate scenery full of ruins, a man jumped up on it.

The handsome face, which was carved from ice jade, was slightly lowered sideways, with three thousand snowy hair hanging down the waist, and a red streamer tied the hair on both sides of the head, and the black brocade robe matched the ice and snow on the corner of the man's eyebrows. , It's just that there shouldn't be indifference in his eyes, but a rare tenderness, which originally belonged to him.

The young man looked blankly at his empty hands, and then at the young man who was sitting lazily on the ground in front of him, but now he was holding the painting scroll tightly and leaning on the bookshelf beside him, trembling and gasping for breath. The bookshelf under the young man's hands One corner is completely dented.

"Master..." For the first time in 3 years, he saw his master, the man standing at the top of the Six Realms, showing such strong emotions.

This cry woke up Ye Luo, who was about to lose control. Ye Luo suddenly raised his head and reached out to grab the boy's collar, "Where did you get this painting?!"

"Hiss..." The young man cried out in pain as he was caught by Ye Luo, "Master, calm down first, and listen to me slowly!"

Ye Luo squeezed the scroll tightly, with a gloomy face, slowly let go of the boy's frowning brows, then hugged the scroll into his arms, looked at the boy without saying a word, and waited for the boy's answer .

The protoss prince who had become more and more stable showed a helpless wry smile.

"This time I went down to earth, and landed on the edge of a crack in the turbid world of the sky. I was just about to leave, but a crack that hadn't responded for a million years suddenly opened for some reason, and a few "people" fell out of it. The creatures in the turbid world have no mind, but I see that those few "people" seem to have both mind and mind."

"Tu'er guessed whether it was because of the uncle... so the avenue was completed a million years ago, and the turbid world became normal, but after all, they used to be incompatible with each other, and now those cracks may become a passage between the two worlds." , Therefore, the apprentice captured those "people"."

The young man couldn't help but secretly glanced at his master's expression. Seeing that the young man was still looking at him expressionlessly, he sighed secretly in his heart, and continued to tell.

"Those "people" didn't talk about it at first, but later Tuer simply used ecstasy to fascinate their souls. Those "people" fell into the crack unintentionally, and only then did they appear in our world. Ask about civilization (Culture, enlightenment, wisdom, wisdom) Martial arts, listening to its description, it seems that it is not far behind Qingjie."

The young man looked up at his master's sharp eyes, paused, and continued:

"Hearing this, disciples began to wonder, the evolution of the Dao, what a long thing, but a million years, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible."

The crown prince of the God Race unconsciously clenched his hands, and continued to say even though he was uneasy: "When I asked the reason, they said, thanks to the holy master."

With a "click", the bookshelves beside Ye Luo turned into powder, blackness surged all over her body, and bloodshot eyes filled her eyes.

The young man smiled wryly, "I asked who the master was, and they gave me this painting. The master once showed me the last one on the wall of time. My uncle Feibai looks like this."

"Where is that person?!" The young man panted heavily, showing a sense of horror for no reason.