A breeze blows.

It rained on the grassland for several days, and finally ushered in Qingming.

The coming of this rain is a bit strange, even if sometimes the dome is a round of sun, there is still rain and rain, and there is no depressing feeling, the majestic vitality, flowing up and down the mother river, the post-war reconstruction work is going very smoothly, after the death of the vulture king, a large number of followers of the tribe were thoroughly investigated, the royal law of the grassland punished the guilty according to the law, and the planners who directly participated in the battle of the "bronze platform" were detained.

According to the words of the White Wolf King, in the battle of Bronze Terrace, it was none other than Ning Yi who took the "Snow Vulture King Flag", and the King Flag was subdued by Ning Yi...... On this grassland, there are already many voices supporting "Ning Yi".

At the bonfire dinner, the figure reproduced the figure of the god who descended to earth in "Urle" two thousand years ago, and indeed impressed a lot of people, as for the last great cultivator who turned the tide, Xiao Yuanshan's Fu Sheng vaguely revealed his identity.

It is the "Yuan" who sleeps in the "River of Apocalypse".

If there is no "Yuan", I am afraid that the Celestial Plateau has been ravaged by the two worlds, kicking around like a ball, and playing with it wantonly.

And the sentence of "Yuan" also indirectly determined the status of "Ning Yi".

Of course...... Whether Ning Yi is "Urle" or not, he still needs to prove it himself, and at the same time he has been recognized by the eight "King Banners", if he can reproduce this miracle, then all doubts will be cleared.

However, even if it fails...... The impact is also not great.

"Urle" is needed on the grassland, but times have changed, "Urle" is just a code name after all, people die and cannot be resurrected, the gods on the grassland are actually dead, this is something that everyone knows.

Two thousand years ago, Urle brought a piece of light and a lasting peace.

They are now looking forward to what "Ning Yi", who is favored by "Yuan", can bring to the grassland.

There was still a meeting within the Seven Clans, and even though there was little opposition to "Ning Yi", several Prairie Kings still did not agree to give actual power to this stranger.

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On the banks of the River of Apocalypse, the breeze blows a moist breath.

Blades of grass swaying.

Tian Ling'er's hands were behind her head, bored, tapping forward, kicking the frost grass blades in front of her on her toes, her eyes looked at the river on the right side of her side, sparkling, there were fish swimming in it, fighting and snakering, the light was shining, and the darkness was bright and dark.

Su Qin hugged Tian Yu and gently rested her head on the man's arm.

"Urle ended up here...... Tian Yu muttered, "Can I feel that he is now sleeping at the bottom of the 'River of Apocalypse'?"

It's been a few days.

I have never seen the return of "Ning Yi".

The seven surname of the grassland king, the controversy over "Ning Yi" is still continuing, but in fact, these controversies are nothing, Tian Yu believes that as long as Ning Yi stands in front of those grassland kings, all doubts will be broken.

And what is helpless is that Ning Yi has not been seen for a long time.

"Brother, don't worry...... Didn't you hear what Master Yuan said? Obviously, Urle was not injured. Tian Ling'er kicked one section after another of frost grass, looking at the river of apocalypse that was close at hand.

She took a deep breath.

This is the life she has always dreamed of...... When she was on the western frontier, she had thought that if she had the opportunity, she would come to settle down in the Mother River, so that she could walk on the banks of the River of Apocalypse every day.

The plague of the old department, Lord Fu Sheng has sent someone to solve it, and by the way, he will bring all his people back to the mother river, the vulture king's tent is basically nothing, the internal dissolution, the territory is divided by the seven surnames, and Tian Yu was favored by the white wolf king and accepted as a disciple, and the clansmen of his own clan have a territory, which is not far from the mother river.

A dream come true.

Tian Yu smiled bitterly: "I really didn't hear the words of Lord 'Yuan'. ”

That day, his ear happened to be injured.

After the fight, he was in a state of confusion for a long time, and it was not until the White Wolf King's conversation ended that he came to his senses.

Tian Ling'er turned around and stood up suddenly, she looked at her elder brother and muttered: "I said brother, you don't need to come to the River of Apocalypse every day, right? I think that on the day when Urle breaks through the river, he will definitely be willing to see a girl with a graceful figure like me waiting for him, instead of a rugged man like you." ”

Tian Yu scolded with a smile, "You, you, if you really like Urle, it is better to study and study, what clothes and makeup are worn by those women in the southern world." ”

Tian Ling'er muttered: "I don't want to be like that, Urle said, I'm fine now." ”

Tian Yu was perfunctory, he looked at his sister's angry appearance, and said with a smile: "If Urle wakes up from the River of Apocalypse one day, even if I am not there, I am afraid that the scene you imagined will not appear...... Within a radius of ten miles, there were people who had not attended the bonfire dinner and wanted to see what he looked like. ”

Tian Yu paused deliberately and said, "You weigh it yourself, compared to those good-looking girls in Muhe......"

Deliberately not finished.

The meaning of the remaining half of the sentence could not be more obvious.

Tian Ling'er's complexion changed suddenly, she touched her face, trekked for a long time, and fought against the wind and frost, although her facial features were good-looking and belonged to the beautiful category, but her skin was far inferior to those women on the banks of the Apocalypse.

She gritted her teeth, hesitated, and thought to herself that she really should have put on makeup.

Behind the three of them, there is always a hobbling figure.

Gao Hua was on crutches, and his walking speed was awkward and slow, like an old lady who was over the age of six, but unfortunately Su Qintian and Tian Ling'er didn't mean to help him, this rough man could only grit his teeth, step by step, trying to keep up with the pace of the three people, and not to pull too much.

On the banks of the River of Apocalypse, Gao Hua's resentful voice sounded.

"Hey...... You wait for me......"

"Also, Tian Yu...... Is what your sister said true, when I fainted that day, Lord White Wolf King personally expressed his gratitude to me?"

Tian Yu looked back with a smile, he looked helpless and looked at his best friend.

Gao Hua had a sad face, he didn't even have a smile on his face these days, when he woke up, this guy had just recovered from the thrill of escaping death, but unfortunately before he had time to be happy, Tian Linger poured cold water on Gao Hua's face.

First of all, Lord White Wolf King had just left.

Then he painted the voice and color, and said how the White Wolf King praised Tian Yu before, and how he brought the Prairie King and the people to express their gratitude, without missing anything, and added fuel and vinegar by the way.

Gao Hua's face was a little stunned.

Then Tian Ling'er described the picture of Gao Hua fainting and snoring in detail, saying that several grassland kings frowned when they saw it, and the white wolf king smiled bitterly and left directly.

Gao Hua's expression is difficult to see, he has been depressed for several days, and he has not come to his senses, these days, Tian Yu has repeatedly explained to him that the front is true, and the back is not so exaggerated, and the spirit of those grassland kings is very human, and they are quite tolerant of his snoring...... Especially the Lord White Wolf King, he is not as unbearable as Tian Ling'er said.

But this honest man is really not comforting.

Gao Hua learned from Tian Yu's words...... After fainting on such an important occasion, I really snored?!

Lost soul, even more depressed.

Coupled with Tian Ling'er's black belly from time to time to stimulate this rough man, Gao Hua's spirit was in a trance for a while.

Four people, one in front of the other, talked and laughed, and of course, one was always lost.

In the river of the apocalypse, a swimming fish swept out of the water and saw this scene in his eyes.

The swimming fish sink to the bottom of the river and dive against the current.

The water is rippling and wanton.

The swimming fish fell slowly, and in the river, there was a faint and dark waterspout gathering, but there was no movement on the surface of the river, and this waterspout only condensed a large embryo at the bottom of the river.

The lowest level of the River of Apocalypse.

A young man in a black shirt soaked in water, his eyes closed, his expression calm, the light of the sky shining from the river, through the current, reflected on his soaked somewhat pale cheeks.

Ning Yi's limbs swayed gently with the current.

The center of his eyebrows, the power of the word scroll, is still being refined and dissolved.

It's a long process.

For them, they don't even need to eat, they just need to be closer to the man in black shirts, and they won't feel hungry for a day, and the vitality overflowing from the water is the best food.

The bottom of the Apocalypse.

A man in wide sleeves, his hands on his knees, hovering at the bottom of the river, his cheeks on the left and right, each with a pale red dot, his long hair scattered by the current, swaying like ink.

"Yuan" looked at Ning Yi calmly.

There was a hint of tiredness in his eyes, and it wouldn't be long before he fell back to sleep.

His life, after "that day", is like this, there are fewer days to wake up, more time to sleep, but a long life, there will always be an end of the day.

He once thought that he could find the "answer", and when he was with Urle, he traveled all over the world, watching the flowers bloom and fail, but he was always close to the "answer" he wanted.

In the end, it ended in sleep.

And today, a fortuitous awakening.

He seemed to have seen something that he had been looking for and had never gotten.

On the body of "Yuan", the water-sleeved robe that does not belong to this era emits a faint brilliance at the moment, exhaling and inhaling, opening and closing, as if sensing the breath of the young man who fell asleep.

He seemed to be looking at the old people he knew.

Somewhat distracted, muttered.

"So, this is heaven...... Is it arranged?"

The "answer" that I missed at the beginning.

It's been 2,000 years.

Today, I found it.

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