Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"In front of that lord, we are all the same. Since that lord is willing to see you, let me wait here for a while."

"is it?"

Raising his eyebrows noncommittal, Yakumo Zi did not shirk any more, stepped onto the stairs of Guanghan Palace, and after a while passed the gate and entered the palace.

Yonglin was not in a hurry, so she stood quietly under the steps and waited, but she did not deliberately calculate the time because it was meaningless.

In Guanghan Palace, time and space are static, and all accidents that happen are inevitable. The past and the future are intertwined, and the seemingly peaceful eyes are actually full of distortions and chaos.

The reason why they didn't realize all of this was just because their hearts had long been messed up.

Perhaps it was the time of a stick of incense, or the distance of the sun rising. In short, when Yong Lin raised his head again, Yakumo Zi had already come out of Guanghan Palace.

The two did not speak, and simply exchanged eye contact. Yonglin stepped onto the jade steps and walked into the palace, while Yakumo Zi stood at Yonglin's original position, looking at the palace without knowing what she was thinking.

Passing through the gate of the palace, the inside of Guanghan Palace is not as chilly as it looks on the outside, but unexpectedly warm, but everything inside is decorated in cool colors, which creates a sense of coldness visually. meaning.

Entering from the gate of the palace, there is a long carpet under the feet until the end of the eyes. There is nothing on both sides, except for a few regularly arranged jade pillars that seem to be used to bear weight.

Passing through this empty front hall, Yonglin finally saw "her" at the end of the road.

"Master Chang'e..."

Across a curtain of veil, the adult stood sideways in a plain white dress.

Seeing her figure, Yonglin's eyes were slightly moist. She folded her palms on her forehead, her knees touched the ground, and her whole body knelt deeply on the ground:

"It's... great to see you again."

"Yonglin."

The woman behind the light veil——Chang'e turned around and looked at Yonglin on the ground, and said softly after a long time:

"It's been a long time, it's been four thousand years, right?"

"Yes……"

Yonglin raised her head, her tone was a little sad:

"It's been four thousand years."

"It's been so long, you are still so serious."

Chang'e's words are full of teasing:

"Not interesting at all."

"What you said is exactly..."

With a wry smile, she straightened her upper body, and Yonglin just knelt on the ground and replied:

"Master Chang'e, you haven't changed at all, you are still so... funny."

"LOL, really?"

Chang'e's tone rose a lot, and the briskness in it formed a sharp contrast with this lonely palace.

"I've been here for so long, it's kind of boring, Yonglin, you just came here, let's chat with me, I have been a little interested in the outside world after a long absence."

"You have suffered...!"

When she heard the phrase "stay here for so long", Yonglin's head dropped again deeply, her expression full of regret and pain.

"You..."

Chang'e shook his head helplessly:

"For my affairs, Yonglin, you have no responsibility. After all, you are just a messenger. The current situation is my own choice."

"..."

Although knowing that what Chang'e said is true, the regret in Yonglin's eyes has not diminished at all. The past made her unable to look back for a while, and now it is inevitable that she will be in love with the scene.

In the Moon City, there are very few people who know the true face of this third great sage—Chang'e. Except for Yue Ye Jian and Ba Yi Yong Lin, there are almost no other people.

Even among Yonglin's disciples, only Hui Ye and Feng Ji knew a little about the truth hidden under the name "Chang'e".

So in the sage council, she almost didn't laugh when she heard those young and ignorant sages actually proposed to punish Chang'e, who made Penglai's medicine.

Both Yonglin and Yueyejian thought that this was just a farce of the clown jumping on the beams, but who knew that when Yonglin came to the ground to welcome Chang'e back, she actually agreed with the "guilt" laid down by those sages. Han Gong was in prison and locked himself up.

Both of them were dumbfounded now. Even though Yonglin went to see Chang'e several times later and knew that the other party had her own considerations, she still unavoidably attributed Chang'e's experience to her own responsibility.

See you with Yue Ye, and the rift between those sages was buried at that time.

Chapter 44 His Story

"Too serious can make people headache sometimes, Yonglin."

Chang'e is clear about the guilt in Yonglin's heart. The other party's wisdom can be called the first of the people of the moon, but because of this, if she becomes stubborn, no one can persuade her.

"It seems that today is not the time to chat."

Chang'e sighed softly:

"Say something serious, Yonglin, do you want to ask me something, right?"

"……Yes."

Yonglin also knows that her performance like this will cause trouble to the other party. After forcibly suppressing the obsession in her heart, her face has returned to normal when she raises her head again:

"Today, I do have an important thing, I want to ask Master Chang'e."

"Say it."

"A few days ago... I found a notebook in the hands of a monster in the old hell on the ground. It has a history of nearly four thousand years. The text recorded on it is still the text of the Moon."

Although there is a curtain of veil, Yonglin can still feel that Chang'e's eyes have changed slightly following the topic she mentioned, which made her feel awe-inspiring:

"But, more importantly, judging from the material and workmanship of that notebook, it is definitely not the level that could be reached four thousand years ago, not only that..."

Looking at Chang'e in front of him, Yonglin hesitated for a moment and still spoke:

"The material of that notebook is very ordinary. If you consider it theoretically, it will not survive four thousand years of time and it is still intact. I have studied it carefully, and there is an ancient technique engraved on the notebook very vaguely..."

The bright lights in the palace suddenly flickered a few times, and the figure of Chang'e in front of her supported the brilliance of the jade, adding a somewhat unreal hazy feeling to her.

Yonglin lowered her eyes, her steady breathing felt a little more rapid: