Aunt Qing glanced at the rest of her life in Luo Wen's expectation.

"Of course I know, the city of saints, no one in the world knows. Aunt Qing pretended to be an understatement.

The city of Los Angeles was built by the saints of the word, and it was also the beginning of the sacred war, which has lasted for thousands of years.

The Sacred War is a war between the Celestials and the Terrans led by the Saints.

At that time, all the gods and beasts stood on the side of the gods, fighting against the saints of many cities in the Central Plains.

There is also an accident, the only traitor among the gods is the king of the Eastern Wilderness, and the reason she gives is also ridiculous.

"I think the Terrans are weak, so it's interesting to help them. When questioned by the Queen Mother of the West, the King of the Eastern Wilderness said.

However, three kings against one king, and the final war ended with the death of most of the saints and the victory of the gods over the human race.

One of the saints, the Los Angeles saint, fell, his soul was destroyed, and he fell into chaos from which he could never recover.

The son of the saint was also killed, but thanks to the help of nobles, he was able to escape into reincarnation.

After this battle, many cities, including in Los Angeles, were destroyed, and many people chose to leave their homes and fled to the four wastelands.

Since then, the populated Central Plains has declined and is no longer prosperous.

Jiannang Town was founded by the ancestors who left their homeland and settled here after repeated migrations.

Of course, this history is very long, so long that the people of Yangzhou City have long forgotten these histories.

The reason why the city lord remembered it was not only because she had experienced that bloody battle, but also because her family had all died in that battle.

Old Yu Zushang, no, descendants, it's not right, anyway, the family is incognito here, and Aunt Qing feels that she can't easily expose their identity.

"Yes, City of Saints. Luo Wenwen sighed, "It's a pity that the saint is gone, and the human race can't go back to that time." ”

Aunt Qing sat down and poured herself a cup of tea and asked, "What are you looking for the descendants of the Lord of Luo?"

Luo Wenwen sat down and stretched out his index finger close to Aunt Qing, "It's been exactly ten thousand years since the fall of the saint. ”

Aunt Qing raised her eyebrows to look at him while drinking tea, and motioned for him to continue.

The rest of his life was busy inserting between them, separating them from each other, "Ten thousand years, what happened to ten thousand years?"

Luo Wenwen gave up his position and said sonorously: "For 10,000 years, people have been bullied by gods and monsters from all walks of life, and the mountains and forests dare not enter, and the lakes and rivers dare not go down. ”

For 10,000 years, people worshiped the gods, took refuge under the demon gods, and survived in the mire, and their lives were like grass.

For 10,000 years, life was precarious, disasters were rampant, and I was in a state of panic.

For 10,000 years, food, virgins, and virgins became the price of human survival.

"It's been 10,000 years," Luo Wenwen looked at the two of them firmly, "Now it's time for the human race to move towards revival and regain its former glory." ”

The first step in revival is to bring back the descendants of the saints, to recall the memories of their ancestors in their bloodlines, and to recreate the saints.

"Only by inviting back the saints can we fight against the gods and demons of the heavens. Lorwin said.

He decided to invite back the descendants of the saints to rebuild Los Angeles on top of the ruins of Los Angeles.

Luo Wenwen is true, on the great wilderness, there are only two ways for the human race to survive, or to be sheltered by a city built by human immortals, such as Yangzhou City.

Or sheltered by the cities built by gods, demons, and beasts, and seek a chance to survive with food or coolies or even slavery, such as demon cities.

Outside the city, there is a world full of gods, demons, monsters, ghosts, and beasts, and people are at the bottom, and the slightest carelessness will worry about their lives.

Even the city is the same, the city built by the immortals is no match for the city of those gods.

"There are now many descendants of saints who have returned to the Central Plains, but the saint of Los Angeles is the most important one. Lorwin said.

The beginning of the sacred battle was Los Angeles, which originated from the sage Cangjie of Los Angeles who spied on the way of heaven, so that the secret qi of creation and transformation was exhausted.

The so-called rain in the sky, ghosts crying at night, is exactly like this.

"Against the gods and demons of the heavens?" Aunt Qing glanced at Yu Sheng, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Then you should go to Yangzhou City to find it." ”

"The ancestors of many people in Yangzhou City fled from the Central Plains. She said.

The rest of his life is still young, and it is better not to wade into troubled waters, and Lao Yu is still here, and it is not the turn of this grandson to come out.

As for what to do for the rest of his life in the future, he still has his own decision.

But in Aunt Qing's heart, she didn't want to have another holy battle.

She vaguely remembered the white bone tower when the mountains and rivers overturned, and vaguely remembered the singing of the Central Plains Blood River, and didn't want to lose her relatives again.

After getting Aunt Qing's prompt, Luo Wenwen once again went on the road with anticipation.

But the rest of her life was unhappy, because since Luo Wenwen left, the little aunt was secretly sad.

"What's the matter, you don't know him, just leave, what are you worried about?" Yu Sheng waved his hand in front of Aunt Qing's face dissatisfiedly, making her come back to her senses.

Aunt Qing squinted at him, "Who is worried about him, I am worried about the descendants of the saints of Los Angeles." ”

The rest of his life was puzzled, "Do you know the descendants of the saints?"

"Quite a connection. Aunt Qing retracted her mind, now it is different from 10,000 years ago, the situation is already more complicated.

Seeing that she had to ask for the rest of her life, Aunt Qing hurriedly staggered the topic, "By the way, what about the others, get them back, I'll tell you something." ”

"What's the matter?" the rest of his life was reluctant, and he hadn't asked what the origin was.

"If you want to go, you can go. Aunt Qing took out the majesty of the little aunt and drove the rest of her life away.

After a while, Yu Sheng called all the people who were busy outside, such as Ye Zigao, and Donnie Yen and Feng'er also followed.

Seeing everyone sitting down around the long table, Aunt Qing said: "It's going to be Halloween soon, a good day as a little fish..."

Yu Sheng interrupted her, "Why do I sound so awkward. ”

"As Xiao Yu'er's first birthday in this life, everyone will help prepare and celebrate when the time comes. Aunt Qing changed his words with a glance.

Donnie Yen said: "Shopkeeper Yu's birthday is on Halloween? ”

"How did I bully the ghost. "The rest of my life was confused.

"We have this festival every year, and you still have it, isn't this a hubble?" Donnie Yen said.

Yu Sheng stood up, and was about to sneer at him, Donnie Yen patted him on the shoulder, "But forgive you, who made you celebrate this time when you are so old." ”

Cao'er exclaimed at this time: "Hey, little fish, why have you grown taller again?"

The rest of my life has grown by leaps and bounds these days, and I have grown much taller than the previous days.

Aunt Qing guessed that a seal in her body was slowly disappearing for the rest of her life, so her body grew faster.

Yu Sheng looked at the grass and said, "What's so strange about this, I'm at the age of growing my body, and you haven't noticed it?"

"What?"

Bai Xing measured, "The shopkeeper's skin has turned whiter, and he seems to be much more handsome." ”

Ye Zigao disagreed, he stretched out half of his face in front of Bai Xingxing, "It's a lot better-looking, but when it comes to handsomeness, please look at this face." ”

Yu Sheng kicked him, "Go and go, go and work, and hold the stinky skin all day long and don't want to make progress." ”

Ye Zigao stood up and hid, and was just about to go out, when he saw Zen'er returning to the inn alone, and the singing stopped on the stone bridge.

"Brother Ye, Shopkeeper Yu, I'm looking for you. Seeing that everyone was there, Zen'er said with a smile.

Ye Zigao saw that Zen'er's face was not good, "What's the matter, his face is much whiter." ”

"Out of the way. Zen'er nodded, "I'm here to say goodbye to you." ”

"Farewell?" Ye Zigao was stunned.

Chan'er nodded, looking towards the west of the town, "I'm going to the mountains and forests, goodbye is only the next life." ”

Seventeen years of listening to Zen music, although an adult, but still invincible to the shackles of fate.

The deadline is approaching, and Zen wants to leave with the lonely man.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay here, to spend seventeen years of waiting, to keep an eye on the outside world. ”

In the town, she had heard the sound of flowing water passing through the stone bridge, the traces of geese passing by, and the fragrance of leaves brought by the wind from the distant mountains.

I have heard the most beautiful singing voice in the world.

The stone bridge, the inn, the ugly dog, the folks, the bell of the cow, the prosperity and wonder of the world, condensed into symbols in her heart, let her live up to the time.

"Shopkeeper Yu, before leaving, I want to give you a gift, this is the only thing I can repay. ”

Zen'er spread out her hand, and a bright green leaf spread out in the palm of her hand.

"Is this?" asked Yu Sheng curiously.

He didn't really care about Zen'er's reward, because the system had already rewarded him with merit points.

"It's blind. Zen'er asked Yu Sheng with a smile, "Have you ever heard of Shopkeeper Yu?"

Of course I've heard it, but it's not often followed by "Don't see Mount Tai", and it's also a derogatory term.

Seeing that the rest of his life was still confused, the pale Zen smiled, "This leaf is called the cicada leaf, as the name suggests, it is the leaf of the cicada. ”

As she spoke, Zen'er covered her left eye with the leaves of the cicada, and then in the surprise of the rest of her life, she disappeared completely.

"Also, there really is this leaf. Yu Sheng exclaimed, he could see ghosts with one pair of eyes, but this stealth could not see through.

Zen'er put the leaf down, "Of course there is, but only cicadas can find it in the world, and it is not easy." ”

"Shopkeeper Yu, although the cicada leaves have magical powers, but like me, it is difficult to get rid of the shackles of fate after all. ”

She handed the cicada leaves to Yu Sheng, "When the leaves turn yellow, it is the day when it loses its supernatural powers, you must take care of it." ”

Yu Sheng liked this leaf very much, but still excused himself: "I still don't want it, it's a little precious." ”

Zen'er couldn't help but say and put it in front of the table for the rest of his life, "Zen's time is short, it's useless to keep it, don't shirk the shopkeeper Yu." ”

She paused, "This also makes Zen'er walk freely." ”

In this case, it is inconvenient to say anything for the rest of my life.

When Zen'er saw that he accepted it for the rest of his life, he arched his hand to others again, "He will see you in the next life, and he will wait for the next life." ”

After that, without waiting for everyone to return the salute, Chan'er walked out of the inn alone and walked towards the west end of the town.

For the rest of their lives, they sent it out, and when they saw the sun falling on her back, they pulled out a long shadow and sent her away gradually.

In the west of the town, the tiger's roar sounded in the mountains and forests.

"The boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs... The wind is fluttering, the rain is bleak... The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains. ”

On the stone bridge, the singing resumed, and the song began to sing slowly.

For some reason, this time for the rest of my life, it sounded very good to my ears, and I remembered a poem:

I said to the cicadas, see you next day, until next year.

The cicada said to me that he would see each other one day and wait for the next life.