Oracle of Terra

But now this dull guy was led out by that Perlo, um, by the dog.

The most important thing is... Xi remembers, Ah Bite seems to understand human speech?

"Come on, Mo Ling, who is he to you?"

The Li Boli youth was not afraid, and patted Ah Bite on the head. Xiaodong took a quick look at the Li Boli youth, and then at the storyteller who was tied to the pillar, his eyes lit up.

“…………….”

Xi finally understood the man's support, but if he could understand the relationship between these moxie and himself, then it was not an ordinary warrior who could explain it.

Ah Bite, who was untied from the rope, ran all the way to the storyteller's side, and rubbed Xi's thigh with his face.

"alright, you win."

Xi rolled her eyes. It seemed that this kid was indeed more than the level of power that those charlatans plotted against her. She felt familiar, and it probably had something to do with her brothers and sisters.

"Sure enough! You..."

Before the townspeople could open their mouths, the storyteller glanced at the excited townspeople. Suddenly, their voices were eerily quiet and their eyes were dull, which startled Saga.

"Benefactor Lin, this?!"

"As I said, the world was created by this expert. Naturally, these Poshan townspeople are just his creations, right?"

"Heh, I didn't see that you have this kind of ability. Li was deceived by you. He really thought you were a righteous man and a warrior."

"Naturally, I am a righteous man, and I am naturally a martial artist. I mobilized these townspeople to resist the attack of Mo Ling, instead of living through a few days based on your storyteller's mouth. Not a good plan."

"It's only been a few days since Mo Yao's invasion, and that little loss is nothing compared to the long-term peaceful life."

"But fear corrodes people's hearts, until their descendants will think that these ink monsters are invincible. In the end, there is only fear, not a trace of bravery, and the pace of progress. The world you created, but It is a stagnant picture scroll that cannot evolve."

"If there is no picture scroll, it will not evolve."

Ah Bite bit off the rope, and the storyteller slowly fell to the ground.

"You use this monk's trust in this Poshan Township for ten years to let her lobby the townspeople to fight against Mo Ling, and the storyteller follows my idea, telling the villagers not to fight, but to spend a few days. But you have caught a gap, a gap that even the wandering monks in the Eastern Kingdom don't know about."

The storyteller stroked the head of the biting Mo Yao, it was like a docile pet in front of the storyteller.

"That is, I am the master who created this picture scroll, the master of these ink monsters, and I am a little curious, how did you find out?"

"It's simple. The proprietress named Li said that she has an expert friend who put up an enchantment to make the inn peaceful."

"Oh, it's an inn now? Forget it, it's a trivial matter, so you think that expert has something to do with Mo Ling?"

"The so-called enemy and us have the same origin, I guess there is a connection."

The storyteller narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"Then why do you have anything to do with the storyteller? Or, who sent you here?"

In the storyteller's heart, he naturally connected the Li Boli youth in front of him with his brothers and sisters, especially one troublesome 'sister'.

"Who sent you here, let's make a fool of myself here. If I guess the connection between you and the storyteller, it actually comes from the stories I heard when I came here."

"Oh, you don't deny it, who sent you to find me, that's all, let me listen, you tell a story, what is it?"

"The story of Rakshasa Demon."

“……………….”

Hearing this, the storyteller's expression changed slightly, and the way he looked at Li Boli was also slightly different.

"I'm surprised that she will tell you about it."

"It's not that she told me this, but that I already knew the true ending of this story, Miss Qinglong."

"Well…."

The phrase 'Miss Qinglong' made the storyteller's expression a little uncontrollable.

"The Great Rakshasa, um, maybe Kazdel is more appropriate. He lost in the battle with other gods and became a loser, and you, or the 'you' who used to be, in that battle Among them, I am just a bystander. After all, you have different emotions in your heart. You don’t have much affection or willingness for the demon monarch you call the Rakshasa. At first, his death is very important to you. It is meaningless, because in such an era, it is commonplace for a god to fall, and his death just means that his era is over."

"What do you know?"

"Oh? Miss Qinglong, what's your opinion?"

"He couldn't have been defeated! Whether it's the army, prestige, or strength! He couldn't have been defeated!"

"Yes, sweeping across the land in full swing, the phalanx of the Sarkaz army came like everyone's nightmare, and the combined legion fought by advanced mechanical weapons was retreating steadily, but in the battle of gods where mortals could not intervene, they were invincible. It is a fact that the rival king is defeated."

“……………….”

Facts speak louder than words. Even though the storyteller wanted to continue to say something, she still couldn’t continue, because he failed, completely defeated, the Sarkaz people fell apart, and Kazdel was now scattered. She thought about giving a helping hand, But in the end, he chose to give up, but imitated that person, to mingle with human beings, but in the end, all he got in return was the sadness in his heart.

Human beings are too small, too fleeting.

"Of course, it's irrelevant to discuss Kazdel's victory or defeat now. I don't know what Miss Qinglong wants to do?"

"Heh... Originally, I planned to throw you out and let you go back in despair to give a message to my sister, but now I have changed my mind."

The sky and the earth trembled, mountains and rivers shattered, and Saga looked at the surrounding houses in surprise. The townspeople and mountains and rivers dissipated like inks that fell into the water and fainted.

"Are you planning to destroy this place? What about the proprietress?"

"Of course you don't need to worry about it there. As for the two of you, go to another place for me and experience the consequences of offending me!"

"You have a bad temper."

"Noisy!"

With a big wave of the storyteller's hand, Saga and Telles were erased from the scroll like ink blots. After calming down, Xi looked at the messed up map of the ancient town of mountains and rivers before returning to the scroll, and sighed.

"It's going to be redrawn again, forget it, let the two of them experience what's in their hearts..."

"Inner flaws and annoyance?"

"?!"

Xi opened her eyes wide, turned her head, and saw the ordinary Li Boli youth standing behind her.

"how is this possible?"

In her picture scroll, only those who can overcome suffering and have a heart like a mirror can walk out.

"Ah, the little monk came out? Your Excellency is that expert! It turned out to be a female benefactor, Amitabha Amitabha."

And Saga who followed him made Xi even more nervous.

"My power, failed?"

Suddenly, she began to wonder if her painting was broken.

194. Social death

Have you ever remembered the suffering in your heart?

Have you ever recalled the pain of loss?

Have you ever wanted to forget, the scar in your heart?

"Father, I'm sorry."

"Father, am I doing well?"

"Father? Are you crying?"

"Your Majesty, I am honored to be your heir."

Countless memories passed by like a revolving lantern. Although Telles joked that his children could go around Sochi a few times, he rarely talked about these children.

In that era, his children would naturally not sit back and relax. Most of them were excellent, most of them were heroic, and they were worthy of his pride.

But most of their results, like dust crushed by the times, disappear in time.

Some people are great, and some people are mediocre.

Telles loved the children very much, they were born great, but he didn't ask them to honor themselves.

But at the same time, they are both the sons of the gods and the mother's children. In that era and in that society, he couldn't expect them to live a peaceful life as he remembered.

The reason why Telles is working hard is to give the children who will be born in the future a bright future.

But in the end, he failed, and failed miserably.

In the darkness of the picture scroll, he stopped in front of a bonfire, looking at the dancing sparks, and sitting across from the solemn king in heavy armor.

"Are you going to move on?"

asked the tyrant.

"if not?"

The ordinary Li Boli youth replied.

"It's nothing, just asking, anyway, 'we' can't stop, even for the children."

He moved forward with the expectation of many souls, but that didn't mean that he had let go of everything now.

He has crossed the gap in his heart and the pain in the past for a long time. In the first 100 years, he asked himself, is it right to continue doing this?Should it continue to develop steadily?

But the news of the children's death made him feel at a loss and angry.

The so-called stable development does not apply to such an era, and it does not apply to such a ruthless era.

It is only because of greed and desire that they will suffer, and it is because they want to develop steadily that people feel that they can be bullied.

Telles remembers the day he became a father. He temporarily let go of his obsession with his homeland and his longing for a better life. As agreed with the other half in the mist.

Across the darkness, across the boundless space, across hundreds of years of his inner road, across those chaotic battlefields, in the end, he picked up his sword, his anger, his ambition, To the last enemy in front of him, and then lost.

There is no Miss Qinglong, no Redemption and Raiders, just a long silence.

Her picture scrolls make people face the gaps and pains in their hearts. Telles can't help but smile bitterly. He has been determined to flatten the earth. After the unification, there will be no confusion, even if he plans to change his style and method now.

So when he saw that slim figure, he couldn't help but licked his lips.

Nian's younger sister looks really different from her, with long straight black hair and a cute surprised expression.

Thinking of the reward in Nian's mouth, a confident smile appeared on Telles's face. To regain his masculinity, start now!

Then, that Master Saga also suddenly appeared from the side, which made Telles a little surprised, but after thinking about the pure and innocent eyes, this master should also be a real master.

"how is this possible?"

Xi looked over in disbelief, Telles was very pleased with that expression, that's normal.

"My power has failed?"

But it is true that most of the power to attack the heart is the best to use, let alone reflect the regret and annoyance of that person in his life, let it appear in front of you again, you may even change it, this is the picture scroll The most dangerous place, if you can't resist the temptation, you will even repeat your mistakes hundreds of times.

But Telles is different. His mind has been honed to the peak as early as the first hundred years. Apart from beauty, nothing can shake him much!And Xie's picture scroll this time was all aimed at the pain of his bereavement. It has to be said that it was a bit cruel, but Telles still survived.

After all, it was impossible for him to use the resurrection technique for everyone at that time, which would consume him a lot and be regarded as a danger to the national power. It was impossible for him to put more people in danger for the sake of his heirs. And another way to put it is to pull it up and give it away, which is even more wicked. He can't do the kind of thing that stabs himself with a knife.

"No, I think your strength is quite powerful, but who told me that my heart is like an iron wall, you can't easily destroy it!"

"Uh... Although the little monk doesn't understand much, but Master Lin, to be able to overcome the difficult situation, he should have great wisdom."

"Grandmaster, I appreciate the award. Xiaoke admires how master can have such a cultivation level at such an age."

Telles cupped his fists in return, while Xi, who felt a little headache, rubbed his temples.

"It seems that my annoying sister did find a troublesome guy, that's all, since you can come in front of me, it also shows that you have some ability, just listen, do you have anything to say?"

"Little monk, I have nothing to say, but I am a little surprised that the appearance of the master is exactly the same as the host master said."

"Host? Oh... You mean the little monk back then, I have a little impression."

Xisi thinks about it, she seems to have seen only a few bald donkeys, and apart from the gods back then, the only one who has some contact with her is that human being, remembering that she even gave him a painting.

"Then, you have been in my painting scroll for ten years. If you have the heart, I can give you a painting scroll. Do you want it?"

"No need, it's already a rare practice to be able to get here and see such a mystery. I'd better ask the master to listen to what Master Lin said."

"Tsk..."

Xi glanced at Telles with some displeasure. To be honest, she didn't want to deal with this guy very much, and she saw that she was sent by her sister.

"My words, as you said, are entrusted by others. As for the next words, let her tell you."

"................"