The old man put down his work and instructed Luoga.

Luo Jia lit the lantern he had made with his own hands and picked up an old man from the ground.

It didn't seem to be much different, but the law fluctuations were a little disordered, and the old man reached out and wiped them on the Luoga lantern a few times, and the chaotic law fluctuations became smooth and orderly.

Luoga's eyes lit up and he continued to the next one.

The two of them didn't speak, Luo Jia buried his head in it, and the old man occasionally reached out and flicked the bamboo strips and silk silk that Luo Jia was holding, guiding the paste that her spiritual power had turned into.

Gradually, Luo Jia did better and better, the old man completely let go of his hand, let Luo Jia paste the lantern alone and light the lantern, took out a gourd and drank it slowly, looked up at the red maple tree, and his eyes did not know which side of the sky to drift to.

Before she knew it, the lanterns that Luo Jia had made had been spread all over the yard, and she reached out to the table, but she felt empty, and the endless bamboo strips and silk silks did not come out again.

"Enough, your work has been overdone, the rest of the time, play by yourself, some of the fruit trees in the yard bear well, if you like it, you can pick and taste it, but you can't waste it, and you can't leave the ancestral house."

The old man waved his hand, and the lanterns lit up all over the yard disappeared into his sleeves, and then he walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.

Luo Jia sat for a moment, watched the old man's back disappear, and suddenly smiled.

The person who took the child to paste the lantern and lit the lantern in the ancestral house was not the waiter, it should be the ancestors of the human race, and the lantern was probably for the heroic spirit.

The world pool could not be brought in, and Luo Jia sat bored, so he went out of the yard to hang out.

The red maple courtyard is quite remote, I can't hear the sound of the child's crying and playing, the begonia tree in the front yard sticks out from the wall, and the begonia fruit of the full branch hangs down, red and fragrant.

Luo Jia wanted to go up and pick a fruit to taste, and when he passed by the open courtyard gate, he found that there were people in the courtyard.

There is a carpet on the edge of the chrysanthemum bush, there is a fruit plate of tea, there is an incense burner floating with cigarettes, a middle-aged waitress is silently pasting lanterns, and the girl opposite is also buried in lighting lanterns.

The girl struggled to light it, poked her fingers three or four times, and the lantern lit up, and she set it aside, shook her hand and looked up, and shrank as she met the gaze of the Oga before straightening her shoulders and becoming domineering.

It's the pearl.

The fate is really wonderful, two people who are obviously in different circles, but they have met again and again, and even tore up the believer war.

Luo Jia nodded at Mingzhu, did not disturb the other party, walked along the courtyard wall and picked a few begonia fruits, gathered water to rinse, and put them in his mouth to bite.

It's really sweet.

It's just that the aura is too much, and I don't dare to eat more.

After eating one, Luojia took the rest in his hand and played with it, and when he met two children who were drilling around and adventuring, he sent them out, and the eye of observation was always open, looking at this ancestral house of the human race, which is said to be more than 100,000 years old.

The aura of the ancestral house is very strong, but it is in a strange ban, the time on the flowers and trees of the house is almost stagnant, the house exists in the present world, and it seems to be displaced in history, how many years have passed, the red wall is still bright, and the green bamboo is still not spiritual.

"Luoga."

The old man appeared silently behind Luoga.

This time Luoga was not frightened, turned around and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"There are not enough people to wash the monument."

Luo Jia nodded: "Okay." ”

The old man took Luoga, although he did not fly, but shrunk into inches, passed through the wall and the courtyard, time and space flowed by, and in a blink of an eye he came to a huge stone tablet.

"Take it."

The old man handed Luoga a wooden barrel, and in the bucket there was half a bucket of water, and a white rag floated in the water.

Luoga looked up at the stele and the names of the people on the stele were densely packed.

"Wash this?"

"He can't take your turn yet." Listening to the meaning of the old man's words, it seemed that washing the stele was a good job, and he took Luoga around the huge stone stele, and then a small stele came into view, and behind it turned out to be a cemetery.

"No one wipes this one, go ahead."

The old man pointed out an area for Luoga, and then carried the bucket himself to wash the monument.

Luoga stopped in front of a stone tablet half a man high, put down the bucket and wrung out the rag, and found that the bucket was a normal gloomy wooden barrel, but the water in the bucket was made of pure faith, and the rag was woven of starlight condensation.

The stele in front of you looks very clean, but it can wipe off a layer of ash, and the original dull lettering is also clear, wipe it a few times, and the words painted with red paint are even more shiny, and you can see different fragments of a person from childhood to death if you look closely.

Washing the monument is a work of strength.

After Luo Jia finished wiping a stone stele, he was so tired that he couldn't lift his hands, and felt that it was even harder than a complete creation game, so he sat down to catch his breath, looked at the inscription, and then was caught by the figure that appeared in the stele.

It was the life of a human hero, from a crying baby, to a student with excellent grades, who became a knight after graduation, and gradually became a pioneer knight who fought outside the territory, bringing back countless resources and world luck for Jialan for the human race, and finally fell in an extraterritorial battle, the soul was scattered and the true spirit was gone, leaving only a well-dressed mound, offering with faith, summoning the soul that condensed and scattered, looking forward to the day of resurrection in the future.

All the fragments come from the people around the protagonist, and they are transformed by thoughts, such as the images of infancy from the protagonist's parents, the majority of classmates and teachers during the student period, and later colleagues and comrades-in-arms.

Maybe one day, there will really be a resurrection.

Luo Ga's fingertips touched the stone tablet, and the spiritual light trembled slightly, and the trivial particles finer than the powder seemed to gather a little.

"Luo Tiannu?!" A voice of surprise sounded suddenly.

Luo Jia withdrew his consciousness from the stone tablet, turned his head to look, and thought about it for a while before he said, "Luo Xingsu? ”

"Why are you here?" Luo Xingsu also took the barrel and rag, and frowned at Luo Jia: "This is not the place you should come!" ”

Luo Jia pointed to the old man who was cleaning the huge stone tablet in the distance: "That senior asked me to come." ”

Luo Xingsu pursed his lips, and suddenly smiled: "This is the land of heroic spirits, when it is not to worship ancestors, only the descendants of the human race are qualified to come in, since you are here, don't be greedy for fun, washing the stele is to remove the dust of the heroic spirit, and you need to have clear handwriting." ”

Luo Jia stepped out of the way, revealing the stele she had blocked, which was not only clearly written, but also as smooth as new, with a phantom floating shadow.

Luo Xingsu looked at the stone tablet, then looked at Luo Jia, and nodded after a while: "It's good, that's it, let's continue." ”

Luo Jia didn't speak, carrying a bucket to wipe down a tablet, Luo Xingsu squinted his eyes, and also began his own work.

The work of washing the stele is very tiring, but every time I clean and play with a stele, there will be a force pouring into the body from under my feet, all the fatigue disappears, and the physical strength and patience are slightly improved, and sometimes the improvement is still in the realm of the law.

"Very good, go back to the ancestral house to rest, tomorrow is the day to worship your ancestors, someone will teach you how to do it."

The old man took back Luoga's barrel and rag, and with a wave of his hand, Luojia returned to the courtyard in front of the ancestral house.

Luo Xingsu respectfully saluted the old man: "Old lady." ”

The old man said, "The age difference of a few hundred years is nothing, if you can marry her back, I will directly appoint you as the patriarch of the next generation." ”

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