Chapter 15 Reminiscences of the Ages
Thousands of years have flown by, how many generals and inkmen have changed? Time can wipe out everything in humanity. The pen www.biquge.info the body, the memory, the soul, and even civilization. However, the world is so unfair, there are immortal gods, and immortal immortals can resist the erosion of time. Perhaps human heroes can perform miracles, or bards may turn this into an epic, but in the end, time will abandon it, and only the great deeds of God will live on.
"Will gods die too?" Tang Meng asked the legendary angel, he had never wanted to ask this question, but he blurted it out at once.
"Yes, of course. My master. The angel's wings trembled slightly, his little face tense, and he said slowly, "Once your sword blade was stained with the blood of the gods. β
"Is there anything in the world that can't be cut off by a sword?" Tang Meng stroked the sword in his hand, like a lover, but his heart was cold.
"Maybe there is, maybe not. There was none, but everything is changing. God can't know everything. The angel was sad, as if lamenting that he could not change everything that had been.
"The gods are so great, am I also a sinner, or even a demon?" Tang Meng looked at her extremely delicate face, then took off the peculiar pendant and handed it to the angel, "If it only binds you, you will be free from now on." β
The angel looked at the pendant in his hand blankly, hugged Tang Meng's leg at once, and let out a mournful cry like a migratory bird dying, "Please, don't drive me away." I know that betrayals have broken your heart and destroyed the past. But even if I lose my qualification to be a servant, please let me atone for my sins as your slave. β
Tang Meng's heart seemed to be wrapped in these hot tears, but he had to continue to interrogate with a straight face, "In my previous life, my sword was stained with the blood of which god, and what is your so-called betrayal?"
"The wrath of the gods is like the blood they shed, igniting that battlefield. I don't remember exactly, only vaguely my nightmare of betraying you, and I have been with me for a long time since then. My head hurts, I'm sorry, my memory is in a mess. Liz hugged her head in pain, and although she stopped sobbing, she wanted to cry but couldn't cry, like a lost child.
"Then I understand, I don't have the memories of my past life, and I can't forgive you for me who I used to be. Stay with me for now, remember that I am not him, and you don't have to atone for me. Tang Meng looked at the angel, put down his sword, and said softly. And gently put his hand on her soft blonde hair.
"As long as the master keeps me with you, I will follow your will no matter what. And wait for your verdict on me when you wake up. Lisi instantly became happy, accepting the temperature of Tang Meng's palm, squinting her eyes and muttering, "Even if it's only for a few minutes, it's more meaningful than the past few thousand years." β
"Last question, who is Michelia Cecia, is she the same person as you?" Tang Meng finally asked the question he was most concerned about. That one is like a flash in the pan, leaving a memory in my heart but leaving. It's a coincidence with the timing of Michelia Lis's arrival, and the name is so similar.
Liz suddenly gloomy again. looked at Tang Meng silently, and said slowly: "She is my sister, but at the same time, she is your servant, my master." She was imprisoned in the Celestial Prison by God, but other than that, my memories were sealed, as if her affairs were the highest secret of the Celestial Realm. And my twin with her is getting weaker and weaker. Did you see her?"
"Yes, she was implicated because of me, she is also an angel?" Tang Meng asked curiously.
"No, you're being implicated by her. Even though we are twins, our beliefs are very different, she is a demon! I don't remember the rest, but I have been tasting the punishment of the twins for thousands of years because of her induction, and it hurts so much to the bone marrow and to the heart. You should be seeing a part of her soul. β
Tang Meng stopped talking, closed his eyes, and slowly brushed his thoughts. Lisi looked at Tang Meng quietly on the cold ground. It took a long time for Tang Meng to open his eyes and motioned to Lis, who was kneeling obediently, to get up.
"Is there a way to solve all these doubts?" Tang Meng looked at Liz with deep eyes.
"My master, you must embark on the path of cultivation in order to get yours back, what is yours? In short, after having power, whether it is the revenge of the gods, saving my sister, or exploring all the truths of the beginning. Lisi sat precariously and replied to Tang Meng solemnly.
"Perhaps only those who have power in this world are qualified to see everything and dominate everything. My current strength is too small in front of the gods, but can I really have the power to surpass the gods?" Tang Meng thought.
Lisi suddenly gave up her serious expression, raised her hand very embarrassedly, and looked at Tang Meng like a primary school student longing for the teacher's attention, and her cute and shy expression temporarily interrupted Tang Meng's serious thinking. Tang Meng reluctantly motioned for her to speak.
Lisi blushed and said, "Master, then, when are you going to eat?" I won't eat too much. It's just that my strength needs to be used to repair my body, so now, if I need food to maintain my body's energy, it's really not that noodles are delicious. β
"Oh, I almost forgot, well, let's go. Tang Meng agreed and walked down to the kitchen.
Tang Meng opened the refrigerator and found some ingredients. So I put on an apron and prepared to cook, which was already ready before the meal. Tang Meng skillfully began to take out the dishes and prepare to cut them. found Liz standing behind her, looking at herself seriously, nodding frequently.
"Alright, you go and rest first. I'll teach you when you're better. Tang Meng said helplessly.
Lisi returned to the dining table, her short body made her little head just show off the table, but her eyes never left Tang Meng, a pair of beautiful eyes rippled, and said to herself, the master seems to be a little different, maybe he will forgive me, right? No, impossible, betrayal is such a hurtful original sin, the master will not forgive me.
Just when Lisi was thinking a lot, Tang Meng had already brought the dish to the table, accompanied by the aroma, but the usual tomato scrambled eggs and bitter gourd beef interrupted Lisi's thoughts.
Tang Meng prepared a stack of high rice and put it in front of Lisi, which was Tang Meng's deduced amount of food for this angel based on the fact that the pot of noodles in the morning was empty. Lisi just wanted to fold her hands and pray as usual, but when she remembered something, she put down her hand and looked at Tang Meng with a weak heart.
"I'm sorry host, some habits still haven't been broken. Lisi looked at Tang Meng in fear.
"Forget it, follow your heart, I said you're free now. Tang Meng said lightly.
So Liz prayed contentedly, and ate gracefully. Tang Meng, who had just picked up the chopsticks, was dumbfounded, although she ate very elegantly, which was completely in line with the eating etiquette of Western nobles, but the speed of eating was too fast, beyond common sense, slender and small, like a storm, so that Tang Meng had nothing but white rice in front of himγγγγγγ
"Thanks to Allah, I am full. Lisi elegantly wiped her mouth with a tissue, only to find Tang Meng with an incredible face and an empty dinner table, and said embarrassedly, "Ah, I'm sorry master, I γγγγγγ if I'm not careful." β
"Okay, it's fine. I'm not hungry either, Lis, go get some rest. Tang Meng said lightly.
Like a child who had done something wrong, Lisi owed Tang Meng, and then hurried upstairs with a red face. After Tang Meng cleaned up the dining table, he sat on the soft sofa. Because Lisi lived in her own room, and Tang Meng couldn't get into her parents' room, she had to sleep on the sofa. But the strange thing is that when Tang Meng proposed to change the sheets and quilts, Lisi disagreedγγγγγγ
Tang Meng thought that it was better to focus on cultivation now, but after seeing Michael's power that could easily destroy the world, Tang Meng felt a long-lost anxiety in his heart, and it was difficult to enter the state of cultivation.
Suddenly, Tang Meng thought of the sword, it had been a long time since he had seen this old friend, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth for the first time in a long time. So the weather was just right and the sun was shining. Tang Meng twisted the door and embarked on the road of sword practice. In the park, not many people linger here at noon. Modern people are becoming more and more enthusiastic about air conditioning in their rooms, but they are not willing to feel the natural breeze in the shade of this tree.
At this time, Lisi was burying her head tightly in the quilt, and the soft and brilliant blonde hair that had been fixed by the simple hairpin was scattered on Tang Meng's bed again, and she kept muttering: "The master must be angry and left, what should I do?"
Tang Meng didn't think of anything else, and silently demonstrated the nameless sword moves taught by the master in his mind, and then slowly pulled out the bladeless blade, and began this sword movement, the sword was like a dragon swimming, and it was like a phoenix dance, and the sea breeze flowing in the air responded to a song of mountains and flowing water.
"It's amazing, big brother, it's amazing, can you teach me?" A sunny little boy who looked no more than 10 years old was sitting on the edge of the small lawn, his eyes shining.
"Talking nonsense. Xiaopeng, don't touch such a dangerous thing. A fashionably dressed lady scolded.
This scene seems familiar, and in a trance, Tang Meng seems to have returned to the time when he first saw Lao Dao when he was a child. The familiarity made Tang Meng feel a little sour. The young man under the sun saw the people of the past, the songs of the past, and the sword of the past.
Tang Meng's voice sounded like a huge wave in his head, and he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and a splitting headache, so he hurried home, leaving only the little boy pouting at his mother's unhappy faceγγγγγγ