The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Being too serious can sometimes give people a headache, Yonglin."

Chang'e is very clear about the guilt in Yonglin's heart. The wisdom of the other party can be called the first among 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:

"Let's get down to business, Yong Lin. Do you want to ask me something?"

".Yes."

Yong Lin also knew that her behavior would cause trouble for the other party. After she suppressed the obsession in her heart, her face returned to normal when she raised her head again:

"Today, I do have something important that I want to ask Lady Chang'e for."

"Say it."

"A few days ago, I found a note in the hands of a monster in the old hell on the ground. It has a history of nearly four thousand years. The words recorded on it are still the words of the people of the moon."

Even though separated by a curtain of light veil, Yonglin could still feel that Chang'e's gaze had changed slightly following the topic she brought up, which made her feel awe-inspiring:

"However, more importantly, judging from the material and workmanship of that notebook, it is definitely not at the level that could have been achieved four thousand years ago, not only that."

Looking at Chang'e in front of her, Yong Lin hesitated for a moment before finally speaking:

"The material of that notebook is very ordinary. From a theoretical perspective, it cannot survive four thousand years and still be intact. I have studied it carefully and found that there is an ancient magic formula engraved on it very mysteriously."

The bright lights in the palace suddenly flickered a few times, and the figure of Chang'e in front of her stood against the brilliance of the jade, adding a bit of unreal haziness to her.

Yong Lin lowered his eyes, and his steady breathing became a little more rapid:

"Not long ago, where I live, a fragment of a comet fell, and a similar spell was engraved on it."

"Yonglin, what do you want to ask?"

"And this arrow."

Showing a respectful posture, Yong Lin lowered his eyebrows, but did not directly answer Chang'e's words. Instead, he took out an arrow with only half of it left:

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

Chang'e looked down at her, without speaking or showing any momentum, but it made Yonglin feel an inexplicable pressure. Despite this, she gritted her teeth and put the arrow in front of her, then leaned down and bowed again:

"Lord Chang'e! I...I feel like I have forgotten something important! Something very important!"

Regardless of whether she is an enemy or a friend, she usually only sees the calm side of Yong Lin. No matter how ferocious her enemy is or how friendly her friend, she always has a calm expression on her face.

The world only saw her mysteriousness, her great strength, and her master-like style, but they never thought that she was actually a person who followed the rules extremely much.

Yong Lin abides by the rules she has set for herself. If there is a being in this world that Yong Lin is in awe of, 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 Yue Yejian, she will shoot the arrow on the head of the so-called Moon King without hesitation.

Yong Lin would never disobey Chang'e's decision, which is why she would watch Chang'e lock herself up four thousand years ago.

Not only that, she always has awe of Chang'e in her heart. She will deliberately avoid her name during conversations, but she does not lack reverence. She never dares to show the slightest disrespect to Chang'e, let alone that she can even call her like this now. It's an act of questioning.

The relationship between the two is not that of master and servant, nor is it friends. To put it bluntly, it is closer to that of master and disciple.

Yong Lin respects Chang'e from the bottom of his heart and treats her as a master, and Chang'e also treats Yong Lin as a disciple.

Chang'e knew Yong Lin very well, so she knew very well how determined the other party was to be able to say these words to her.

"Even if I tell you now, it's too late to know that those things won't do you any good, right?"

"."

Yonglin lowered her head and didn't reply, presumably as acquiescence.

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

"Yong Lin, you also know that since the establishment of the Moon Capital, I rarely stay here. I like to stay on the ground more often. Do you know why?"

". I don't know."

"Because I prefer listening to other people's stories than telling my own."

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

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

"At that time, he always had endless stories to tell. What I loved most every day was listening to him tell stories. Until one day, he finished telling his stories and there was no other way. We had to embark on a journey to find new stories."

Chang'e's memories were abrupt and seemed illogical, but Yong Lin listened carefully and did not dare to miss a word.

"Unlike his wonderful story, he himself is an extremely boring guy. Apart from being busy digging graves for others every day, he is also eager to dig his own graves. He deserves to be buried in the soil later."

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

"To you, he should be a heinous guy, but to me, he is a rare friend. Speaking of which, I actually wanted to stay and erect a monument for him. Even if the house collapses, with his Given the thickness of the skin, it shouldn’t be a problem to leave a whole body.”

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

"Usually he is a serious storyteller, but occasionally he gets a little crazy. One moment he comes to me and tells me that he doesn't want to die, the next moment he comes to me and says he wants to carve words on rocks, and he suddenly pulls me to do something invincible. panacea."

Chang'e's tone was cheerful and lively, but there was no trace of relaxation in it:

"Yong Lin, you must not have thought that he actually contributed half of the effort to the invention of the Penglai Medicine. Unfortunately, it was useless in the end. So in order to prevent his work from getting dusty, I reluctantly tried it at that time. one time."

Yong Lin had never seen Chang'e like this before. She was like a child showing off her toys, savoring the joy of sharing. Although Chang'e's tone didn't show any sadness, Yong Lin still read the word sad.

Chang'e finished telling the story intermittently, and Yonglin finally asked:

"Who is 'he'?"

"Yonglin, you've seen him before. You've all seen him. It's better to say that you can't forget it even if you want to."

Chang'e paused and said silently:

"When it comes to the decline of the Age of Gods four thousand years ago, he was the first to contribute."

Hearing this, Yonglin's expression changed several times, and finally returned to a low level of calm:

"It turned out to be him"