Landed in the Floods 20,000 Years Ahead of Schedule

He didn't even dare to confirm whether this was his master.

The face in the memory is blurred and can't be remembered.

Too long, too long.

Those years are enough to kill a person's memory.

"Is this person... Master?" Yu Dasheng hesitated. If so, why didn't he come to recognize him?

If not, why is it so familiar?

This feeling cannot be faked.

If it is his own master, is he hiding by his side, does it have any deep meaning?

Or...he wants to see what level he has reached now?

Have you let your master down again?

He looked at the direction of Qingjie, and this glance seemed to penetrate the long river through the ages, endless time and space, some deep and heavy.

He lost an arm and was banished for more than [-] years.

perhaps……

Master is disappointed with me, right?

Yu Dasheng smiled a little self-deprecatingly and shook his head, but there were some words that were kept in his heart and could never be spit out.

then……

If I followed Senior Brother Dulong to that place, perhaps, I wouldn't end up like this.

only……

Yu Dasheng cannot go against his own nature.

He was unwilling to follow Dulong away because that place... was not suitable for him.

Perhaps, it is more suitable for the poison dragon.

Yu Dasheng hopes to rely on himself to reach the peak step by step.

Then catch up with the poison dragon, but...

The reality is always so hard to accept.

In the end, he was left behind.

Leave it far away!

It is limited to one-third of this acre of land.

Even the Holy Soul Hall can be indistinguishable from his own, how can he catch up with the pace of the poison dragon?

Perhaps, it shouldn't be called Dulong anymore, he is no longer his senior brother, is he?

Yu Dasheng's heart floated far away, recalling many things.

Some emotions.

Don't even know what to say.

"Master, why didn't you come back earlier?" Yu Dasheng shook his head and said nothing more.

He just lowered his head and looked at the bluestone table in front of him, speechless for a long time.

There was a time when he hoped that his master had come back, stood in front of him, and said to him, "Don't worry, there is a teacher here."

but……

Over the years, he has never been seen.

During the years when the master disappeared, where did he go, Great Sage Yu does not know.

But since it's back now, that's fine.

He clenched his fist and showed a smile: "Since Master wants to see how I am now, I will let you take a look. This disciple should not disappoint you."

Yu Dasheng clenched his fists and his eyes became cold.

With a little chill, he swept across the northern city and said, "Amo, this northern city should be cleaned up."

Clean up what!

What needs to be done.

When Yu Dasheng said a word, Amo knew it.

What Yu Dasheng said was the spies who were planted in Beicheng by those Holy Soul Halls.

Amo raised her head and looked at Yu Dasheng's expression. She knew that this one seemed to be serious.

And the reason for being so serious is because of the person in this painting?

She lowered her head and looked at the painting. The man stood in the yard just like that, with a gentle smile on his face all the time, like an eternal sculpture.

Is this, Master Yu Dasheng's master...?