The white-haired old man heard the girl in front of him coldly ask why, and he couldn't help but find that he really couldn't explain why to her.

The pot was so old for the girl that she had never had a chance to know its origins.

He could tell the girl that the jade plate she had broken was one of the most precious treasures given to him by Emperor Yuantai at the Founding Hall.

However, he used it to serve some side dishes to accompany the wine.

He could also tell the maiden that the white jade paperweight she had put on the ground had been the most powerful kingdom in the north, the king's most beloved tabletop plaything, and that he had destroyed that kingdom with a wave of his might, and then found it in the kingdom's palace, and then put it on his table with a moment of joy.

That's one hundred and twenty years.

But he suddenly found that he couldn't open his mouth and explain to the girl that this clay pot that had accompanied him for two hundred and nineteen years, the relationship between him and the girl.

This is a memory that has been buried for a long time and belongs to the old man alone.

Two hundred and nineteen years ago, the old man once laughed at the woman who made this clay pot with his own hands, making it ugly, even if he got the biggest market, he couldn't sell it, and then he ate a cold white eye from the woman.

Even now, Shuanghua had completely stained the old man's green silk, but he could still clearly recall the girl's delicate expression at that time.

The girl's name was Night.

Two hundred and nineteen years ago, they had studied in this academy.

The people who were with them also had a young man without a name, and because he didn't have a name, he named himself Lin Xi.

There is also a young man surnamed Ye, whose name is Xuanyin.

It was a boy who belonged to an era.

That girl was eventually known by history as the Princess of the Night, and then the title of the Queen of the Night.

Lin Xi eventually took over the mantle of a saint and became the dean of this academy.

As for Ye Xuanyin, not many people know this name anymore, his name has been replaced by the word Yuantai, and the suffix of the Great Emperor has been added to it.

And he himself has become the military god of an era, dominating the world without a single defeat.

He helped the woman's husband ascend to the supreme throne of the land, and then at the founding ceremony of the Lanye Empire, he calmly galloped from the east thousands of miles away, and struck the emperor with a horsewhip.

Turning, he took off the title of Imperial Marshal and entered the academy, where he had not been out for a hundred and twelve years.

This is the history of their generation,

All this, how to explain all this to the girl in front of you? He laughed at the pot, so the girl said angrily that it could be used for wine, so he used it for two hundred and nineteen years.

He lost count of the number of times he had drunk in this clay pot.

When the woman was married, the clay pot was filled with bitter wine and poured for the mistress of the empire.

Ninety-four years ago, the woman who was no longer young knocked on the door of this humble room, and they had drunk the wine called the past in this clay pot in this square place.

Fifty-two years ago, when he heard the news of that woman's death, he didn't leave Ye Ye Academy in the end, but just used this clay pot to drink wine towards the lake in the east, understanding that his time had been slowly buried by time.

So, when the girl asked why, he paused, and finally spoke slowly.

The tone was inexplicably quiet and sad: "The person who made this clay pot, she is the first owner of Chiba Liubi in your arms." ”

Ye Qing was stunned.

She had thought about countless possibilities, and she had also guessed how extraordinary this clay pot was.

But this answer, she still didn't guess in the end.

Two years ago, in the City of Eternal Night, she had described the jade spirit in her hands to everyone like this.

"This piece of jade is condensed by the spirit of wind and water, and the original holder is half a disciple of that saint Xiao, the princess of the dark night, and she is also Qing's great-grandmother, the queen of Emperor Yuantai. When Emperor Yuantai abdicated, the princess of the night passed the jade to the next queen. ”

"Originally, it was passed on to the mother of the empire as a token of the empress, but unfortunately I had a mother who died young, and she left a will and gave me this piece of jade."

That is to say, she just smashed the gift that her great-grandmother gave to the god of war.

It is even said that the birth date of this gift was long before the years when these two founders of history became famous.

In other words, this clay pot is the product of a personal friendship between two people.

Otherwise, an imperial mother would never have given such a clumsy gift to the most incomparable marshal of the empire.

It could only be a gift between two teenagers and girls.

She even forgot to speculate about the possible gossip between these two adults at this moment.

She looked at the blood dripping from her fingers, and until this time she hadn't had a chance to bandage it to stop it.

Perhaps, I really broke something that should never have been broken.

So Ye Qing didn't say anything, she just squatted down silently, and with her bloody hand, she calmly picked up the scattered pottery pieces one by one.

The room suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and the old man looked at her quietly, and the fragments of the searcher's clay pot on the ground did not come forward, nor did he stop it.

So when Ye Qing put the last piece of blood-stained pottery into her own space package, she lowered her head and said coldly: "It's my fault, so I'll take it myself." ”

The princess turned around calmly and was about to leave the most mysterious room in the Yeye Academy.

"Ten days later, no matter what happens to Ge Sheng, I will put this clay pot together and return it to you."

The old man looked at her departing back, and suddenly, slowly, spoke.

"Wait."

Ye Qing turned around, his face was cold, and he wanted to know what else this old man had to say.

"At that time, there were twenty-one planes that might be connected to that space." The old man said: "Among them, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to survive, that girl, so far she has searched five planes, Dean Lin Xi has personally searched two planes. ”

Ye Qing held her breath, she finally guessed what the old man wanted to say.

The old man said calmly: "Old decay is not talented. ”

"But it's barely possible to traverse two planes."

"No way!" Ye Qing blurted out.

She didn't think about it for a moment, and the next sentence popped out directly.

"How can you go!"

Yes, how can you go.

Even if you are also the strongest of the Taiwei Realm, even if you really have the ability to cross the plane.

But after all, you are not a martial artist who is good at controlling space, after all, you have aged to this point.

No one can force a supreme person in the realm of too small to do this, because life and death are at stake.

Even Ye Qing, she had never thought of letting this old man do such a dangerous thing.

He is the god of war of the empire, and he is a legend who once fought side by side with Emperor Yuantai and expanded his territory.

The princess, facing this legend, hardened her heart and let go of the most ruthless words she had ever said in her life.

But when she knew here that this marshal, who deserved the lifelong respect and admiration of all Lanye people, had decided to risk her life, she couldn't hold on any longer.

The face frozen in ice and snow once collapsed.

Lan Ye's Nine Princesses slowly knelt down on the cold floor of this room and lowered their heads.

There were strands of blue hair covering her face.

There are transparent water droplets dripping and hitting the ground.

The ninth princess of Lanye knelt on the ground and couldn't cry.

"I'm sorry." She muttered helplessly, with a crying voice.

This unbelievably strong girl finally did not disguise herself with a hard shell to the last moment.

"I really don't know, what do I do."

"I really don't know."

"Myself, what else can I do?"