C1039 Talk at Night about the Wind and Rain for Twenty Years
C1039 Talk at Night about the Wind and Rain for Twenty Years
Looking up at the sky, Yang Ping thought to herself, Ming Zhu, where are you?
It had been a long time since he had seen Ming Zhu, but the image that remained in his mind became even clearer. He could clearly remember Ming Zhu's face, and her watery eyes, when looking at him, were always filled with deep emotion.
Returning to her room to lie on her bed, Yang Ping felt extremely tired, not because the Spiritual Force had consumed too much energy, but because it was too preoccupied with work when it thought of the pearl.
As he lay down, he fell into a deep sleep.
Night fell.
Dragon City was shrouded in a thin layer of gauze, faintly discernible in and out of existence. In the high skies, starlight was occasionally reflected off, and an energy shield formed by a defensive formation constantly protected the commoners below the Dragon City.
While Yang Ping was sleeping, the golden needles on her Spiritual World shook a bit, and then, in a certain place deep underground within the Dragon City, a similar light flashed.
Like a meteor streaking across the night sky, it was short and beautiful.
The instant the light flashed in the depths of the earth, in an ancient house in the Dragon City, the surrounding walls were covered in long vines. This place was a hundred years old and was the home of a famous person from his past.
I exhort the heavenly lord to be full of energy and to be free from all pretensions to demeaning talents.
An old man stood under a tall wall, looking at the stone tablet before him. There was a poem carved on it, and the seven lines of the poem were like heavenly thunder, ready to strike.
The old man had a hunchbacked figure and was leaning on a black wooden walking stick. He was wearing an old pair of glasses and was seriously reciting a poem from the famous person's old home.
When a meteor passed through the sky, the old man raised his head and looked in the direction the meteor disappeared to and sighed, "The appearance of the Bane is not far off." He turned into the room and sat down to read. The book was a solitary book, and its maintenance was pretty good. The scent of books wafted through the air.
His eyes were only filled with books, as if the chaos in the Dragon City had nothing to do with him. At this time, someone came to the tall wall and said, "Devil Sect Qingqing pays his respects to Senior Ke."
The old man took off his glasses, leisurely walked to the main entrance, then opened the iron door. He earnestly looked at the young and energetic Qing Qing and the Uncle Shan beside her, then laughed: "What wind did you have to blow Devil Sect Princess's substitute maid over, come in and take a seat."
Qing Qing politely greeted him, while the Uncle Shan at the side was slightly nervous, even when facing Xiao Sunn who was an extremely powerful Saint Intermediate Stage, he did not have much respect. It has to be said that Devil Sect Warriors were revered. And this old senior Ke before his was so strong that Qing Qing didn't dare to be impudent.
Ke Yidao, one of the eight protectors of the Demon Sect Leader, known as the Blade Demon, had an unfathomable cultivation.
Devil Sect Princess was also very respectful to Ke Yidao.
"Miss knew that Senior Ke came to Dragon City and specifically sent Qing Qing to visit. "Senior Ke, if there's anything you need, feel free to tell Qingqing." Qing Qing carried a bamboo basket with all kinds of ancient books on it. Ke Yidao's eyes lit up as he laughed.
"It's a waste, it's a waste. This old man is too old to be valued by the young miss." Although Ke Yidao said this, his eyes never left the bamboo basket. He only loved solitaries and treasured swords, and everyone in Devil Sect knew that it was best to give him what he had to do.
Although Ke Yidao really wanted it, he did not pick it up. He smiled and said: "Qing Qing, if your young miss wants me to stand on her side, then come to the wrong place. Lord Demon Lord is still alive and is very young, there are some things that are too early to say."
Qingqing quickly explained, "Old Senior Ke, my Miss said that she only wanted to show you respect. She had no other intentions. As for the battle squad, Lord Demon Lord has his reasons."
Ke Yidao laughed out loud, and said in an extremely happy tone: "That's good, my old bones can't take the torment. I came to Dragon City to recuperate for a period of time, and it wasn't for anything."
Qing Qing secretly cursed in her heart. Ke Yidao was famous for his greed, especially for his weapons. How could he not be interested in the legendary Divine Instrument in Dragon City?
The three of them sat down and chatted for half an hour.
Qing Qing said her goodbyes and left.
Before leaving, Ke Yidao asked casually: "Xiao Sunn died?"
Qingqing's face changed slightly as she laughed, "He should be dead."
Ke Yidao laughed, shook his head and sighed: "Ah, the young people now, doing things without holding back, killing as you please, Xiao Sunn is a junior that I value, if the people from Immortal Medicine Sect don't give me face, they should at least give face to the Demon Lord."
Qing Qing felt a chill in her heart.
Ke Yidao wanted to take revenge for Xiao Sunn. There was a hidden meaning within his words. If Devil Sect did not intervene, he would personally understand Yang Ping's little life.
Qing Qing did not doubt Ke Yidao's strength in the slightest, but she did not try to negotiate, because there were some rules that were untouchable. As a junior, Qing Qing could not stop Ke Yidao's decision.
Seeing the car that was leaving, Ke Yidao's gaze turned from gentle to cold. His entire being's aura became like a sharp treasured blade, capable of slicing through the air.
"I think I can have a good time at tonight's gathering."
Ke Yidao said coldly.
No one knew the true relationship between Xiao Sunn and Ke Yidao, and the people outside thought that they were old friends, but in reality, Xiao Sunn was Ke Yidao's illegitimate child.
"Old witch, are you going tonight?" Ke Yidao bellowed towards the courtyard opposite him, with a bit of strength behind his roar, as though the neighboring neighbors were inviting them to be their guest, afraid that they would not hear the ridicule from him.
"Go, why not?" Hidden Treasure Pavilion is not so much that you guys cannot leave the precipice of the Devil Sect. " On the other side of the old house's high walls was also a courtyard, but the surroundings were filled with fences, and it was half the height of a person. An old and senile woman walked out step by step, and smiled, "Ke Yidao, I have not seen you draw your sword in twenty years, is your blade rusty?"
Ke Yidao was furious: "Nonsense, my blade is sharp, do you believe that I won't kill you with me?"
The old woman shook her head and sighed, "I'm old. Twenty years have passed, and I still dared to enter the Dragon City. Other than the two of us, I don't know if those people that didn't die that year managed to sneak in."
Twenty years of murder?
Ke Yidao's eyes flashed with pain. Back then, too many people had died and half of their Golden Age were buried. The few of them did not have a breakthrough back then and could only have a low fighting strength.
The two of them could not help but have images of people soaring in the sky as they massacred martial arts experts. The black and white duo had suffered heavy losses in that bloodbath.
From then on, there was a rule that the Saints of Dragon City were not allowed to enter.
However, the times had changed. The rules had changed. The array formation that had protected the Dragon City for 20 years had a loophole. Many experts had hidden themselves within, and they were only two of them.
"Why are you going to the Hidden Treasure Pavilion? Do you want to gradually get older?" Ke Yidao sneered.
The old lady was furious and scolded, "Ke Yidao, were you jealous of the fact that you chased after me for so many years? Now that I'm old and lustful, you can't look down on me, right? There are many young and beautiful beauties outside, you can play with me as you wish. But can you still play? "
Talking about the past, Ke Yidao became angry from shame. Back then, he had indeed pursued the old granny, but that was a long time ago and was also the shame of his life, because his love rival was someone he could not defeat.
F * ck, didn't Fishing Old Man in South Sea use his fishing rod to force the heavens and wait for me to chop him to death?
Ke Yidao thought.
"I want to kill someone. Will you help me?" Ke Yidao suddenly said, raising his head to look at the old lady's eyes, his voice was filled with sorrow, "He killed my son, our only son."