Hei Wuchang shook his head in his heart.

He was extremely sensitive to death. He could not tell that this yellow dog had aspirations to die. If it weren't for the hair that entrusted his mind, I'm afraid that it would have been the moment when An Qi broke his body.

He rushed into the sea of ​​thunder and wanted to die...

.........

Time seems to smooth everything out.

No matter how beautiful you are, talented heroes, and saints respected by the world, you cannot resist the long river of history.

Time flows, and it has been three hundred years in a flash.

The once earth-shaking battle seems to have been forgotten by the world as time goes by.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the wind blows and the clouds flow, there is nothing thrilling, there is only plain as water.

The sky is blue and the wind blows lightly, and the white clouds float on the river, leisurely and peacefully.

Woo ~

The long whistle sounded throughout the wilderness.

A car was sailing lightning above a straight or curved road, and the strong wind blew the grass and trees on both sides.

In a box in a private room in Car A, Sa Wuling sat by the window, looking at the grass and trees that were retreating quickly outside, a hint of regret flashed in his heart.

Three hundred years is not a short time.

The roads have already reached the five continents, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and even the footprints of human beings have spread across the world with giant steel ships.

With the disappearance of the inspiration of the world and the closure of the underworld, no demons have ever been born in the world, and the population is dozens of times higher than three hundred years ago.

Not only the Central Land, but also the other four lands, there are also human kingdoms established with the support of the Imperial Heaven Supervision.

The world is prosperous and prosperous, like cooking oil in a blazing fire.

Throughout the ages and present, there has been no grand event today.

"Teacher, is the world today as you wish?"

Sa Wuling stroked his beard with his hands, his eyes were faint, with nostalgia.

In the past three hundred years, he has traveled all over the world, went deep into the end of the Arctic glaciers, looked at the aurora at the end of the world, and also visited the sea of ​​fire in the Western Pole, and saw the sunset land.

Even stepping outside the sky, crossing the starry sky by boat, and passing through the stars.

However, even though I have reached the end of pureness and can reach the destiny at any time, which is enough to be comparable to the teacher from three hundred years ago, I still cannot find the traces of the teacher.

It seemed that everything disappeared completely with the disappearance of the painting of the Gods.

"Here! Arrived! I saw the Taiji Mountain Tianshi Mansion!"

"Ah! Really! I saw it too!"

"So many, so many people, there are people on and down the mountain!"

At this time, bursts of exclamations came from the carriage, and young scholars were lying on the window and looking into the distance.

Sa Wuling raised his eyebrows and looked up.

The mountains are towering in the distance, and the palaces on the top of the mountain are stretching for dozens of miles. At this moment, there are countless pilgrims on and below the mountain.

“Tai Chi Mountain…”

As Sa Wuling muttered to himself, a long and high-pitched sound of gas had already cut through the sky. The car armored car arrived at the station.

Crowds emerged one after another, and it was very lively.

After walking behind the crowd, Sa Wuling did not follow the crowd to the Tai Chi mountains, but walked out of the crowd and walked on the straight official road.

Today, Liangzhou is no longer comparable. After three hundred and ninety years of development, Liangzhou has become the most desirable state in Daqing. It is even more sacred in the minds of many people than Qingzhou, where Qingdu is located.

Even though it is almost dusk and the sun is about to set, there are traffic on this official road, and the crowds are surging. The ten-meter-wide official road seems a little crowded.

"I'll get a new report? A few days ago, I announced my abdication today, after being reigned for three hundred years. There is the most detailed news in this report."

There are many nearby businesses hawking, and the most concerned one is the whistleblower of a shouting young man.

"Um?"

Sa Wuling bought a copy and looked at it while walking. What was mentioned above was indeed the emperor's abdication, and he was also a special book for this late emperor.

It is said that he returned to power to the people, perfectly upholding the will of the late emperor and never inherited the past.

"But I forgot..."

Sa Wuling couldn't help but smiled silently.

He was eager to pursue the traces of his teacher, but he forgot about Wang E. Now he calculated that this violent man, who was as violent as thunder, hadn't he been the emperor for three hundred years?

But he didn't care too much, so he put away the revenge.

At this time, the sun had completely set and darkness had arrived. It was far away from the prosperous place, but there were no pedestrians.

The rising silver moon is like the moonlight, spreading across this mass grave that is quite cold.

In a vague way, you can also see the extremely dilapidated charity village in the mass grave.

Goodbye to this charity village, even though Sa Wuling's mood is a little sour.

This is where he once met his teacher.

He had a premonition that if he could not find the teacher's trace here, he would never have the chance to see the teacher again in his entire life.

Huh ~

Sa Wuling took a step forward and had already stepped into the ruins of the Yizhuang Village.

Three hundred years have passed, and the disrepaired charity house has long collapsed, everything inside has rotted, and the only wooden house is also shaking in the night wind.

It seems to collapse in the next moment, but it means it is as if it is still as motionless as a mountain.

Woo ~

There seemed to be a whimpering sound of ghosts crying among the broken walls and ruins.

"Old dog."

Sa Wuling's eyes were soft and he called out softly.

The "woof" sound was not the sound of ghost crying, but the yellow dog crawled in the ruins and whimpered quietly.

After three hundred years of wind and rain, the reason why that wooden house does not fall is naturally not because it is so tough, but because the yellow dog always lies in the wooden house.

The yellow dog crawled in the dust, and in its curled body, a strand of hair was faintly seen floating in the wind.

"Old man Sa..."

The yellow dog didn't raise his head, and replied weakly:

"Call me, Emperor Gou, this is the name given to me by the master..."

Buzz ~

At this moment, a gentle buzzing sounded.

The yellow dog suddenly jumped up and was about to scream, but he didn't know what he remembered, but became cautious again.

I saw that the hair that was originally inserted into the ground seemed to have sensed something, but it seemed to have accumulated it, and suddenly a trace of light appeared.

Then, the light split into two and sank into the body of a man and a dog.

Huh ~

Sa Wuling's clothes move without wind.

He closed his eyes slightly, and in a daze, there seemed to be a familiar voice flowing into his heart from nothingness.

It seems like a moment, and it seems like a long time.

Sa Wuling slowly opened his eyes and saw the spirits shining. He swept the yellow dog with a weak posture before and jumped into the sky, making a loud and long, long howling sound at the moon:

"Aowu~~~"

A faint light flashed in his eyes, and Sa Wuling lowered his eyes, as if he was talking to himself and was confused:
Chapter completed!