Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"It was also not long ago, where I lived, where a piece of comet was dropped, and a similar technique was engraved on it."

"Yongrin, what do you want to ask?"

"And this arrow."

Showing a respectful posture, Yonglin's eyebrows drooped lower, but instead of directly answering Chang'e's words, she took out a half-length arrow:

"This arrow fell with the fragments of the comet. I have confirmed that it is definitely an arrow from my own hand, and the remnants of the technique on it are also my spiritual power."

Chang'e lowered her head and looked at her without speaking or showing any momentum, but it happened that Yonglin felt an inexplicable tremendous pressure. Despite this, she gritted her teeth and placed the arrow in front of her, and then leaned forward again:

"Master Chang'e! I...I feel like I have forgotten some important things! Some, very important things!"

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, she usually only sees Yonglin's calm side, no matter how fierce the enemy or the friend is, she always has a calm expression.

The world only saw her mysterious and unpredictable, only saw her formidable strength, only saw her extraordinary style, but never thought that she was actually a person who obeyed the rules extremely.

Yonglin abides by the rules she has set for herself. If there is an existence in this world that Yonglin awes, it must be Chang'e.

It can be said that if one day the three great sages of the Moon City stand together and Chang'e asks Yong Lin to deal with the moon night, she will not hesitate to shoot the arrow on the head of the so-called Moon King.

Yonglin never rebelled against Chang'e's decision, which was why she would watch Chang'e shut herself up four thousand years ago.

Not only that, her awe of Chang'e is always in her heart. She will deliberately avoid her name during the conversation, but there is no lack of respect. She never dared to show the slightest disrespect to Chang'e, let alone the current situation. It is an act of questioning.

The relationship between the two is not a master and servant, nor is it a friend. If they insist, they are closer to their master and disciple.

Yonglin respected Chang'e from the bottom of her heart, treating her like a master, and Chang'e treated her like a disciple.

Chang'e knows Yonglin very well, so she knows exactly how determined the other party can say this to herself.

"Even if I tell you now, knowing those things are not good for you... it's too late, right?"

"..."

Yonglin lowered her head and didn't reply, thinking it was considered a acquiescence.

Chang'e pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned around, and slowly spoke with her back to Yonglin:

"Yonglin, you also know that since the Moon Capital was established, I have rarely stayed here. I like to stay on the ground more often. Do you know why?"

"...I don't know."

"Because I like listening to other people's stories more than telling stories by myself."

Chang'e raised her head and looked at the false beautiful starry sky. She stretched out her hand as if she wanted to touch something, but she could only stay in the void, adding regret.

The stars in the night sky are far away, and Chang'e's words gradually have a taste of reminiscence:

"At that time, he always had endless stories. My favorite thing every day was to listen to him telling stories. Until one day, his story was finished. There was no way. We had to embark on a journey to find new stories."

Chang'e's memory was abrupt, seemingly illogical, but Yonglin listened carefully and did not dare to miss a word.

"Unlike his wonderful story, he himself is an extremely boring guy. In addition to busy digging graves for others every day, he is also anxious to dig his own graves. Later, he deserves to be buried in the soil."

Speaking of this, although Chang'e couldn't hide her laughter, her words were a bit lonely:

"For you, he should be a heinous guy, but for me, he is a rare friend. I actually wanted to stay and erect a monument for him when the house collapsed. The thickness of the skin should not be a problem.

Chang'e's eyes drifted far away, and her tone gradually became ethereal:

"Usually he is a serious storyteller, but occasionally he will go crazy. He will run to tell me that he doesn't want to die, and then he will engrave on the stone and suddenly pull me to do something invincible. Panacea."

Chang'e's tone was cheerful, but she didn't feel a trace of relaxation:

"Yonglin, you can't think of it. In fact, he used half of the power to invent the medicine of Penglai, but it is a pity that he was useless in the end, so in order to prevent his work from becoming dusty, I had to try it a bit."

Yonglin has never seen Chang'e like this. She is like a child showing off toys, enjoying the fun of sharing. Although Chang'e's tone is not a bit sad, Yonglin still read the word sad.

Chang'e finished telling the endless story intermittently, and Yonglin finally asked when she heard it:

"'He', what is...?"

"He...Yonglin, you've seen it, you've all seen it, why don't you say that you can't forget it if you want."

Chang'e paused and said silently:

"To talk about the decline of the gods four thousand years ago, he is the first to do it."

Hearing that, Yonglin's expression changed several times, and finally returned to a deep calm:

"So it's him..."

Chapter 45 The Lost Memory

Bayi Yonglin is a very easy-going person. This can be seen from her indulgence towards Huiye. Of course, the main reason for the easy-going is her character.

As the culmination of the myth, Yonglin, the original god, one of the three great sages in the capital of the moon, has a long life experience that has made her very few things can cause her to have too much emotional fluctuations.

Yonglin herself still vaguely remembered that the only person she respected was Chang'e, and the only person she hated was Yue Ye Jian. The only thing she hated... Uh, Yong Lin seemed to hate many people, but the first person she hated was "he".

Rather, everyone actually hates "him".

The gods are in a free era. The most free thing is that these gods are free to make up some myths for themselves, and then raise some believers. Whenever you have time, you can learn from each other, practice your muscles and fight, and you will be happy.

Until that day, "he" was born.

No one knew where he came from, no one knew his past, no one even knew his name.

So Yonglin recalled carefully, it seemed that the guy was quite pitiful, as the first person who dared to be the enemy of the entire age, he didn't even remember his name.

In fact, speaking of it, there is still a secret in it. As one of the few gods survived from the gods, Yonglin, the original god, has never seen "him" at all.

This is not surprising, Yonglin is the original god, and she doesn't need to disdain to fight for faith with the gods on the earth. She spends most of her life in the Moon City.

As the strongest god on Yueduming's face, the gods on the earth overwhelmed the sky and had nothing to do with her, so the appearance of "him" did not attract Yonglin's attention.

By the time Yonglin went to the ground to greet Chang'e that day, "he" had already died.

Perhaps it was "he"'s frenzied plan to exterminate the gods that caused public outrage. As a result, he accidentally died in a corner by others. Anyway, Yonglin didn't care about it at all.

At that time, Yonglin looked down on the gods on the ground at all. Well, Yonglin looked down on all the gods except Chang'e, so don't expect her to care for someone who is not even a god.

If it hadn't been for "he" to make a lot of noise, in order to end Chang'e who was involved, Yonglin would not have any contact with "he" in this life.

That guy's mouth was smelly and his personality was not good. She always used all kinds of boring ways to be rude in front of Master Chang'e. She really didn't want to see "him" anymore.

Speaking of "he" already dead, it really saves her to deal with the trouble of the other party by herself. If that guy talks in her ear every day, she will be annoyed too.