The Melancholy of the National Teacher

Compared with Hu Zang's vague words, Helian Yu's words were extremely clear, so Le Dao accepted them very quickly.

"Which parts are made up?" he asked, "or is the whole legend a big hoax? Don't tell me it's all fake. I don't know how many children in Sanliu have grown up listening to this legend in 1000 years. If it's all fake It's...that would be a little embarrassing."

"You can't say that," Helian Yu said, "Just as a pre-teaching enlightenment story, it's quite fun to listen to."

Le Dao: "It sounds like you knew it a long time ago."

He Lianyu: "It's not very early, but after Naren's death, I have been thinking about everything about the Sun Gold Medal. Although the stars on the star platform were destroyed in the flames of war, when I was an apprentice, I did I have read some unofficial histories that mentioned a sentence or two vaguely, but I didn’t notice it before, but when I think about it carefully, I can find some clues.”

When the two were arguing, the Great Wuzang raised his hand.

That hand was as thin as a dead branch, and when it was waved, it lit up with countless light spots. At this moment, this shriveled old man showed a little aura of being a great witch.Light spots emerged from his fingertips and flew towards the thick and colorful old murals on the wall, submerging into the murals, and gently shaking the hibiscus tree in the painting.

"Then, my lords, are you willing to listen to the old man tell the true story?" asked the old voice with no teeth.

"Whether it's true or not, this remains to be verified." Le Dao lazily said.

"But since you want to say something, we won't bother you." Helian Yu's voice followed closely behind.

The tacit understanding between the two made the dying old man sigh. Tsuzo turned around and tapped the mural with a thin crutch. The end of the crutch was pointing at a man in animal skin.

In the murals, he does not see his facial features and appearance, but the mural painter used ore powder to coat his body with a layer of brilliance, which clearly shows that this person is the protagonist in the murals.

The old voice echoed in the deep corridor.

"For many, many years, there was such a person named Fusang. At that time, the condition of the human race was so old that there is no need to describe it. In short, Fusang was a young man who wanted to change the situation of his tribe. The method for the clansmen to become stronger."

Le Dao rubbed his chin, feeling that this opening sounded not much different from the legends circulating in the world.

"By chance, Fusang killed a demon, which was extremely weak due to aging. He skinned the demon, devoured its flesh, and ground its bones, and used these to disguise himself as a demon. Demons, get mixed up with demons... By the way, that demon is gifted with the ability to use fire spirits, and Fusang Dasha uses the bones of this demon to drive fire spirits."

...Although there are some differences from the legends in the world, it feels more reasonable in fact?

Le Dao said to Helian Yu: "I thought you were the first black witch who became a great witch? I didn't expect that the first one was your ancestor."

"Shut up." Helian Yu replied to him.

Le Dao shut up obediently, and listened to Hu Zang Dawu tell the following things.

"There are tens of thousands of monsters in the world. Although they all have powers beyond ordinary people, it is a pity that they are not born with brains. Ninety-nine percent of them can't think of anything other than eating, drinking and having fun. About this, the Demon Emperor at that time was very worried..."

"Wait," Le Dao interjected, "What the hell? Demon Emperor?"

Helian Yu stuffed his cold hands to the back of the emperor's neck to freeze him, and said at the same time: "Listen to you."

"...and the appearance of Fusang made him happy. It made him see the possibility that a weak demon can also have a brain. Fusang, who is not ashamed to make friends with his identity, and who does not know the identity of the demon emperor, had a good talk with him. After three days and three nights , The Demon Emperor revealed his identity and worshiped Fusang as Dazai to assist in handling affairs."

"Whoever accuses me of being stupid in the future, I will tell him this story." Le Dao said with some resentment.

Whether it was the emperor or Helian Yu, they could all imagine the ending of this story.

"What happened after that is not very detailed in the records," Tsuzo said slowly, "The only thing that is certain is the ending. The Fusang witch was indeed buried in the valley of Daxue Mountain, and the Fusang tree in Daxue Mountain was indeed He planted it with his own hands." As for whether the hibiscus tree grew out of tears and regrets, the two people who heard the story felt that there was no need to confirm it. It was obviously impossible. "This hibiscus tree grows in the North Pole of the world. It is the track mark of the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, as for the sun... Fusang killed the Demon Emperor, took a wing and turned it into a sun gold medal, and the remaining bones turned into the sun in the sky."

This is simply a thunderbolt.

His Majesty the Emperor was silent for a moment: "Why did you omit the most bloody part?"

He Lianyu: "This ending alone is enough to make the blood sour."

Master Guoshi subconsciously stroked the bird's beak that covered his face.This action made the one hundred thousand magic bones hanging on his body jingle.On the mural, the man wrapped in animal skins also has many accessories hanging on his body. If you look closely, you can even see that the painter specially painted these accessories into the shape of bones.

Although thousands of years have passed, there is a sense of confidant in my face.

However, if you compare the Demon Emperor to Le Dao, and Fu Sang to yourself, you stand on a different standpoint...

... He has too much selfishness, and I'm afraid he won't be able to hurt Le Dao for the sake of Qinglu people.

"Compared to the pale figure in the world's legends," Helian Yu and Le Dao said in unison, "this kind of Fusang is even more admirable."

The two looked at each other, and Le Dao smiled, "At least, as a person living today, I can't blame Fusang or anything... So here comes the problem, the sun is the former demon emperor, what's wrong with that? "

"Successive sun witches have used the power of the sun through the sun gold medal, enjoyed honor during their lifetime, and added it as a part of the sun after death. This is something that all previous sun witches know. This is their responsibility and no evasion is allowed."

"Anyway, it's not the Sun Witch. After death, it has to become a star. It flickers for hundreds of years and then disappears. There is no problem with the Sun Witch becoming a part of the sun." Le Dao nodded.

Kezo took back the crutch that was knocking on the mural, folded his hands on the crutch, and bent his back like a lobster. He said calmly: "But someone escaped, which directly caused Helian Naren, the former sun great witch, to kill himself in advance. Replenish the power of the sun, the one who escaped, you know Helian Guoshi."

Helian Yu's voice was cold: "...Zaoshuang."

Zao Shuang, the former great witch of the sun, who made a prophecy about the twins, is also the teacher of Naren. He has lived in the tent of the great witch in Qinglu for more than ten years, because he colluded with the second and third princes of Qinglu and helped him seize Khan Helian Naren and Helian Yu, who had returned to Yunping City at that time, jointly killed him.

Before dying, he cast the curse on the brother and sister.

"...I curse that you will fall in love with someone you shouldn't love! You will spend that river full of honey together, and then this person will die in pain because of your sins!"

The voice full of resentment and viciousness echoed in his ears again, and Helian Yu felt as if his body was immersed in a cold pool of water, and the warmth from the fire jade in his chest also became illusory.

"Helen?"

Le Dao held his hand, and the perennially hot palm of a martial arts practitioner made him tremble.

Helian Yu, who hastily turned his head, almost left a hole in Le Dao's body with his bird's beak. He stared at Le Dao, and took a moment to confirm that his Majesty was still intact, and then slowly put the one who should have returned to the Styx long ago. Ghost left behind.

He's here.

I can protect him.

Helian Yu thought, the bad luck of the black witch is all... Wait, why do you think Fusang's experience proves that the black witch is accompanied by bad luck?

...This must be his illusion.

"What does this have to do with the current crisis in Daxue Mountain?" He Lianyu asked calmly.

"The hibiscus tree is one year old and one withered, but this year is exceptional. After all, no matter how powerful the seal is, it will weaken, and no matter how deep the bond is, it will gradually fade with time. At the moment when its pull was weakest, and the goblins have long wanted to take back that crown."

Hu Zang bowed to Helian Yu.

"This old man sincerely asks you, the national teacher, that this is not only about the life and death of the Daxue Mountain, but also the life and death of the human race in the world."

***

This side is discussing heavy topics, but the atmosphere on Uren's side is much more relaxed.

He was taken to his future residence by the young witches. It was a small guest house, which was not far from the hibiscus tree in the valley. Hibiscus leaves, lush.

This annex is very small, except for the main house, there is only one room in the east and west wings, but for Ulun, this is already a big yard, except for one thing, beside this annex, there is a relatively small area. There are many hibiscus forests with name tags hanging on them. The witches passing by saw him looking at the name tags and told him that these hibiscus trees were the tombstones of the sun witches.

At that time, Uren was stunned.

...Why does he have to live next to the cemetery, is it really not haunted at night?

This kind of entanglement was not put down until he saw the shortest and slender hibiscus tree.

There is also a nameplate hanging on the small hibiscus tree, with a name written on it in Qinglu characters——

——Helian Naren.

After settling down in the annex, the witches left, and Uren asked the little Orion, "Is there any fruit?"

The silent little Orion and the three ghost owl guards found clean apples, frozen pears, and honey wine, and accompanied Ulun to the grave.

The four stood a few feet behind him, only Ulun was standing under the tree, and the child was happy to find that no one was around.His problem of not knowing where to put his hands and feet is much better.Ulun didn't really know what to do when he went to the grave, so he could only put the celadon plate in front of the small hibiscus tree and racked his brains.

"Well... I heard that you are my mother, so I came to see you. By the way, my uncle took me to see my father last time. I kowtowed to him, or I kowtowed to you too Come on," Ulun knelt down and kowtowed, and when he straightened his back, he finally said something decent, "Uncle is very good to me, and I'm doing pretty well now."

"pretty good?"

In the shadows covered by lush leaves, someone chuckled and said, "My lord, I've never heard of being poisoned by the remnant scorpion, and I'm doing pretty well."

"Who?!"

Ulen raised his head and searched among the branches and leaves, but couldn't find the speaker.

"I'm just an unknown person," the man said, "You don't need to see me...but I want to make a deal with you."

Finding that Uren was still on guard, the man in the dark smiled.

"The Great Witch of Pot Zang is indeed rare in the world, a master of all things in the sky, but not everyone can be like Master Helian, who can give others all things in the sky without blinking. Let me make a bet with you, tomorrow they will hold a ceremony to suppress the remnant scorpion on your body with the great witch hidden in the pot, but this ceremony will not be successful."

"Try a second time if it doesn't work once. Why should I make this bet with you?" Wu Lun frowned.

"After all, you don't have much time, and I have a way to save you." Facing Uren's sneer, the man in the dark seemed to have a chance of winning, "There are not many antidotes for residual scorpions in this world, and I happen to have one here." Compared with his own life, a cousin who has only been with him for less than a month... my lord," he smiled very kindly, "you who were once living among slaves, you should know how to choose?"