The Great Talisman

Remember in one second【】

The path remains the same, and the weeds on both sides seem to have just been cut off.

The bluestone is mottled, even if millions of years have passed, the bluestone on the ground is still the bluestone when I left. The moss scars on the bluestone prove that this path seems to be very few people walking.

Along the mottled path, following familiar memories, Yang Sanyang saw the future at a glance, staring at his past self in a daze.

When my eyes collide, I have only now understood who I was back then!

The despair in hope, the stubbornness in despair.

Or, die outside! Or, achieve immortality, cultivate a body that will last for hundreds of millions of years.

An inexplicable color appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and he stepped on the moss as he walked slowly toward the path and grassy cottage in his memory.

In just a few dozen miles, he actually walked for three hours.

Far away, I saw people from the barbarians walking among the mountains in the distance, and smoke rising from barbarian villages.

There are barbarians who are plowing the fields, and there are barbarians who are hunting and fishing.

Walking on the mountain path, an inexplicable call came from a distance.

I don't know why, the closer I get to the place of memory, the more I feel overwhelmed and mixed.

Suddenly, Maolin disappeared, and a familiar wooden house was greeted by the waterside pavilion facing the platform.

"Yeah, I'm back!"

Looking at the hut, Yang Sanyang blurted out the words without knowing why.

Then, a touch of moisture appeared in the corner of his eyes, and Yang Sanyang was stunned like a puppet, and choked silently.

After a long time, he came back to his senses in a daze, and looked at the small house in front of him. His figure was suddenly dazed. He looked at Xiao Zhu in the distance, and his eyes showed a touch of disbelief: "Why? The slightest change? Or how I was when I left?"

"Could it? Yeah still alive? Yeah still alive?" Yang Sanyang's heart beats Peng Peng wildly, his mouth is dry for a while, his body is soft, and he seems to be drained.

However, he could not feel the breath of any living creatures in that wooden house!

"Perhaps, she went out?" Yang Sanyang had a thought in his mind, but he refuted himself: "Yeah is just a common man, how could he live for millions of years? This is simply impossible!"

Miscellaneous thoughts were transpiring in Yang Sanyang's mind, and he kept rolling back and forth to argue, unexpectedly, the sky was getting darker unknowingly, and a candle in the wooden house was lingering, not knowing when to light up.

"Yeah! I'm back!" Yang Sanyang looked at the candlelight in the wooden house. Suddenly his heart seemed to be caught by a big hand, and then he hurried forward, he was unstable and tripped over a blue stone. Falling head broke blood.

I quickly got up and looked at the bluestone, it was indeed the size of a mill, and I saw that the bluestone was round and smooth, as if it had been smoothed by the years.

Stumbled to the door, Yang Sanyang stretched out his palm, but there was another tremor, and his voice was slightly choked: "Yeah, I'm back! I have cultivated an immortal body for hundreds of millions of years, and I am back!"

In the wooden house, the lights are fascinating and no one is seen.

Shaking his fingers, he slowly touched the wooden door, only to see that the wooden door opened in the wind, and the familiar furnishings in the house immediately came into view.

On the bed, in the dim light, a woman wrapped in animal skins, holding a light in her hands, quietly curled up into a ball.

Where is it quietly shrinking, except for the occasional beating of fire, there is no abnormal noise in the room.

"Yeah!" Yang Sanyang looked at the figure in the animal skin, the silhouette in the dim light, and his body trembled, tears of excitement rippling: "You are still alive! You are alive! You are alive!"

He is so familiar with that outline! In this life, I am afraid that I will never forget it!

More familiar than herself!

It was this figure that accompanied him through the most difficult years!

Ye'an held the candlelight quietly, like a child falling asleep, with wet tears on his face.

The teardrops were crystal clear, shining with sparkling light under the candlelight.

It seems that the worst case did not happen!

"Thank God, you are still alive! Before, I never believed that there would be a miracle in this world, but now I believe it!" Seeing the curled up on the bed, Yang Sanyang's body relaxed and relieved, and gradually recovered. With strength, slowly came to Ye's side, a finger stretched out gently, poking Ye's armpit: "Yeah, the pan is back!"

However, he soon realized that something was wrong!

Yeah, it's too quiet, no breathing quietly. At the tentacles, a piece of ice is cold, as solid as a rock.

Palm trembling, breathing disorder, Yang Sanyang, like a drained ball, fell straight to the ground.

"Yeah..." Yang Sanyang's lips kept trembling, and there was an unknown tone in his nasal cavity, and his voice was unprecedentedly gentle, as if he was afraid of awakening the sleeping person.

"I'm back, why don't you speak?" Yang Sanyang quietly looked at the face in the lights.

"The ancestors were already dead millions of years ago!" A cold voice sounded, a figure from the back, I don't know when it came to Yang Sanyang.

"Nonsense, you see that she is clearly alive! The tears on her face have not dried yet!" Yang Sanyang shook his palms, slowly stretched out his hands, and touched his fingers to the cold cheeks.

The teardrops turned into crystals and fell into Yang Sanyang's hands.

"She just fell asleep!" Yang Sanyang clutched the two pearls, his heart twisted like a knife.

"She is dead!" the female voice emphasized again.

Yang Sanyang was silent, just holding the two crystals in a daze

^0^Remember in one second【】

Sit there.

"Later disciple Zhu, I have seen the ancestor plate!" Seeing Yang Sanyang motionless, the female voice knelt to the ground, her voice full of excitement.

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant, and Yang Sanyang had no words.

He looked at Yeah quietly, the Yeah in front of him, although his face was smiling, but he didn't know why, he always felt that there was endless misery in that smile. The smile was even worse than crying in his eyes.

Just staring blankly, after about half a month, Yang Sanyang slowly raised his head, looked at the furnishings in the room, and finally his eyes fell on the slightly petite figure: "How do you know, I Is it?"

"According to ancestral records, no one has been able to approach the ancestor's body since the ancestor's sitting. The light exudes a divine light, protecting the entire courtyard for millions of years from the polishing of the years!" The female voice respectfully Li knelt down on the ground, his forehead touched the ground: "The ancestor's official script records that my barbarian tribe has ancestors: Pan. Create a calendar to count the days with grass ropes. Make bows and arrows to drive away wild beasts. Open the grains and the belly of the fruit. Drill the flames to defeat the darkness. Later, the ancestors left far away to seek the magic of longevity, and there is no record. Now that you touch the ancestor's body, the light does not hurt you. It must be the return of the ancestor!"

Zhu's voice was full of excitement: "Historical records: If you return, the barbarians can live forever! The return of our ancestors, my barbarians will enter a new era. The great change of my barbarians is here!"

"Who are you?" Yang Sanyang slowly stood up, and he looked at it carefully, his whole body turned into a stone statue. The copper lamp is embedded in the stone statue.

Back then, the murmur that crossed time and space before dying, kept echoing in my ears.

"Hai'er is the granddaughter of the 200th century of Yong. Because she has been familiar with the chronology of the clan since she was a child and has a good writing skills, she has become the chief historian of the barbarian tribe. He is responsible for cleaning the remains of the ancestors here every day!" He raised his head and glanced at Yang Sanyang, who had completely transformed into a human, and yelled in his heart: "The ancestors must have been transformed into gods, otherwise, how can they get the body hair of the gods?"

"Yeah... how did you die?" After hesitating for a long time, Yang Sanyang finally asked.

"Historical records say that the ancestor Ye knew that his age was not long and the deadline was approaching, but he was unwilling to sit and wait for death, so he tried all the herbs, or diarrhea, or vomiting, or rotted and swollen, or vomiting blood three times, or broken muscles... On that day, the ancestors held a blue lantern, resolutely entered a Jedi, fought a monster beast, won a day of treasures, and within three days of taking the body turned into bluestone!" Zhu crackling will pass by.

It's simple, but in Yang Sanyang's ears, it seems like a knife, and every sentence is stuck in his heart.

"Are you not reconciled? Mortals are like grass and trees, only knowing the spring and autumn!" Yang Sanyang heartbroken, gently stroked Ye's cheek: "I treat you as my own, as my sister, I can give you everything I have , It's a pity... but it just can't give you immortality!"

Yang Sanyang's eyes were tearful and his orbits were red and swollen: "I can't help you!"

"Om~"

When Yang Sanyang's words fell, the Baolian lamp shook slightly, and it flew from Ye's chest, quietly floating in front of Yang Sanyang. Then, the divine light converged, and only a bang was heard. Except for the body of Yeah, all the furnishings in the whole room: the animal skins, the bed, the bows and arrows on the wall, the room, all turned into dust and disappeared. Between heaven and earth.

"Lean!" Yang Sanyang looked at Ye's thin, skinny body, and the smile on the stone sculpture's face was barely squeezed into tears.

"Ancestor, Ancestor Ye has a stone carving for the ancestors to personally reveal!" Zhuer was taken aback at this moment, and quickly took out a stone box from her arms.

Yang Sanyang was stunned, took the stone box, and when he opened it, he saw a palm-sized stone slab with a big smiling face engraved on it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a line of handwriting, after millions of years, it still hasn’t been blurred: “Ye Zai Wait for the plate to come back!"

Gone!

Apart from this, no more!

"Waiting for thousands of years, do you have only one thing you want to say to me?" Yang Sanyang clutched the slate, only feeling like a knife:

"You have turned into a stone sculpture, but you have cultivated an immortal body for hundreds of millions of years before me. You really waited until I came back! You really waited until I came back!"

Yang Sanyang's eyes were blurred with tears. If he remembered correctly, the last words he said to Ye before leaving was: "Wait for me to come back!"

"Hahaha! Hahaha! You finally waited until I came back! You finally waited until I came back!" Yang Sanyang laughed sternly, and Zhu'er, who was laughing on one side, was a little bit creepy, tentatively saying: "The ancestor, the ancestor had a legacy. Carve it and leave it, right in the cave..."

ps: The master of supplementary alliance.

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