The painting is lush and full of autumn, which shows the power of the brush.

But it's just a painting. Yan Saburo completely unfolded the scroll, and nothing happened.

Jin Yu pointed to the lower left corner: "The seal behind the payment is gone." ”

Originally, Yan Saburo took the fingertip blood of the ghost captive and stamped a blood mark with the Hongwu Treasure Seal, and this picture scroll really became vibrant. Now that the fifteenth day has passed, the seal is gone.

This is also a sign of the invalidity of the Hongwu Treasure Seal, right?

The victorious king stroked his chin: "If the seal is stamped again at this time, what will be the consequences?

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes gathered.

"It's just a joke. Wu Ling laughed dryly, "Burn it, so as not to have too many dreams at night." ”

This is a painting he made, and he also lit it and burned it with his own hands.

Seeing the painting slowly burning to ashes in the basin, the victorious king exhaled softly: "It's a pity that a good painting has not been painted so carefully in the past ten years." He looked at Yan Saburo, "This is leaving?"

"Hmm. The young man looked at Wang Mingzhi and Tu Xing'er, "Take advantage of the dawn." ”

After a few days of recuperation, he was able to walk around on the ground, but he couldn't run or jump, get emotional, lift heavy objects, or move with people.

Wang Mingzhi was impatient, if it weren't for the dying instructing him to wait until the Hongwu Treasure Seal expired, he would have taken Tu Xing'er away and flew away. She only had eight years left, and every minute and every second was too precious.

"Let's go to Hebi to hand over. Wang Ming helped Tu Xing'er onto the horse, "We also have to go out from there." ”

Everyone rode horses, went out of Pantugou and walked towards Hebi, and the sick Yan Saburo had a carriage alone. As for the giant eagle, it was originally injured by external injuries, and it basically recovered under the uninterrupted supply of good medicine for Chitose and the careful care of Fuli Mafu, and at this time, it hovered above everyone's heads, following Yan Saburo and the others forward.

The victorious king was careful and ordered his team to slow down so that he would not suffer from the bumps.

Yan Saburo remembered the legends he had heard, and they all portrayed the victorious king as a heinous butcher, and then looked at the people in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh a little.

This can become a generation of heroes, and he has his own merits.

The sun was shining, and everyone slowly walked into a wasteland.

This is a farmland that has been abandoned for many years, and the reeds and dogtail grass grow taller than a horse's head, and it is a great place to play hide and seek.

The fields are littered with dilapidated huts, and the roofs have long since rotted. As soon as the wind blew, the small half of the fence rattled.

Chitose suddenly said, "This place is a little familiar." "Opposite the hills, here are the farmland...... It used to be.

Yan Saburo happened to walk past Tiancheng, and suddenly pointed to the weeds under the horse's hooves: "Look." ”

In front of the horse's feet lay a stone, on which were inscribed, and the red paint of the writing had fallen off seven or eight tenths. But he could still make out the words on the stone.

Just one word:

Zhao.

Seeing this boulder, Chitose suddenly remembered: "Zhaojia Village!"

More than half a month ago, it was still a regular farmland, the crops were almost ripe, and it was full of joy that the harvest was about to be harvested. It was here that they met Zhao Daliang, who was being chased and beaten, and then followed the young man back to Zhaojia Village, met Elder Zhao, and then went to Hebi to find the entrance to the dead under the guidance of another young man, Zhao Dazhao......

However, now it is deserted and there is nothing.

Further on, the group passed through a deserted village. The houses here have collapsed even more, and there has been no one living in it for a long time, and weeds are coming out of the roofs.

But here, Yan Saburo has indeed been here.

This is Zhaojia Village.

He looked at Wang Mingzhi in front of him and asked, "Illusion?"

Wang Ming didn't reply: "Hmm." ”

The victorious king also walked by here that day, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that even the people in the village are fake." ”

Walking through here again is like waking up from a dream.

"Decades ago, it was true. Wang Mingzhi said lightly, "The longer you take over as a guardian, the more you can see this kind of scene." ”

After decades of vicissitudes, the village and the living people have been blown away by wind and rain.

Walking along the red stone road again, you will arrive at the towering crane wall after a short time.

Jin Yu looked up at the wall and couldn't help but ask Wang Mingzhi: "Where is the exit?"

"Don't worry. Wang Ming hooked his finger directly at the victorious king, "You are my successor, so hand over the power first." ”

His forthcoming position as Guardian will be taken over by the Victorious King. One of the steps is not enough to humanize the outside world also.

So, both of them dived into the pool.

Dozens of people arrived today, all waiting quietly.

Tu Xing'er walked up to Yan Saburo and said softly, "Thank you." ”

"Thank you for what?" said the young man, "If we don't come, you have an endless life." ”

Wang Ming couldn't talk about friendliness when he looked at him directly. After all, in his opinion, Tu Xing'er was a victim of the Seagod's struggle with Yan Saburo and the dying struggle.

Perhaps this is the case.

"There's no end to it, it's just a cycle that I don't remember again and again. Tu Xing'er chuckled, "He remembers everything, so he doesn't know as calmly as I am." Strange to say, although I don't remember anything, but listening to him talk about all these hundreds of years, I feel that I have really lived for so long, and I can no longer be as ignorant as before. ”

Yan Saburo looked at her, and suddenly found that the shopkeeper Tu from Pingxiang more than half a month ago seemed to be back again.

Perhaps, this is the real Tu Xing'er?

"I thank you for freeing both of us. She slowly smiled and said softly, "I used to listen to books in the teahouse, saying that after death, people must forget the past before they can be reincarnated. ”

"Yes. At least the storyteller is not wrong in this paragraph.

"In Taoyuan, I disappear every ten years or so, and I will only live again after completely erasing my memory. Tu Xing'er shook her head, "What's the difference between this and reincarnation after death?"

She stroked her face: "-It's just this face, this person." ”

Yan Saburo nodded: "Heaven is constant." From this point of view, the solution that Miyo has come up with is actually no different from the normal cycle of life and death.

It's just that Tu Xing'er is carrying out her own reincarnation in Taoyuan.

"If I could remember it in the next life, I would be tired. She whispered, "So, he's tired too." He has been trapped here for me for hundreds of years, and he has not been able to leave the outside world, and he is also very righteous. ”

Yan Saburo also smiled: "It seems that you get along very well." ”

The mirage and Tu Xing'er must get along very harmoniously. After all, they had been husband and wife for hundreds of years, and he couldn't know her better.

This young man rarely joked, Tu Xing'er's face was slightly flushed, but her eyes were very bright: "He's very good." ”

It turns out that Brother Ming is not her lover, he is.

Fate is really good at playing tricks on people, and it was only after her death that a good marriage was arranged.

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