When Yunluo returned home, he had almost calmed down, but as long as he thought of the scene that had just happened, he still felt a little sour in his heart, and he was inexplicably moved.

Pushing open the bamboo door of the small courtyard, Yunluo felt that everything was still so familiar and so likable, and suddenly there was an urge to write down what he had seen and heard in the wilderness.

When he first came to the Ancient Times, Yunluo actually had the habit of keeping a diary, but at that time, he found that there was such an incredible thing as cultivation, and his focus gradually shifted to cultivation, and he gradually stopped writing a diary.

Today's events made her discover that in this magical place, there is only a lonely witness of the future generations, everything that happens at this time will eventually be annihilated in history by time, and the people of later generations do not know the wonderful beauty of this time, and do not know the wonderful at this moment, this is not only a lament of civilization cultivation, but also the loss of the entire human race, and it is obliged to record these magical things, even if no one may find them in the future, or these records are also annihilated by time, But as long as there is the slightest possibility of human beings getting a glimpse of the truth, it is worth it.

So, Yunluo returned to his room, took out his long-lost notebook, and began to write down what he had seen and heard when he came to the Desert. The notebook has only been two years, there are already some slight yellowing, compared with their more delicate face, the notebook has been full of decay, so that Yunluo frowned and felt the ruthlessness of the years, for the way of heaven's preference for the ancient creatures sighed: the ancient beings have a unique talent, a long life, strong strength, but the implementation of the survival of the fittest, the strong respect, this cruel elimination law does not know whether it is the luck or misfortune of the ancient creatures.

"Enough Yunluo, your own affairs are still messy, it's okay and you're still worrying" Yunluo was a little annoyed and scared of his head, drove out all these messy thoughts, and then under the light of the bright moonstone, he began to record what he saw and heard when he came to the flood wilderness:

The last epoch of the earth, called the ancient wilderness, annihilated in the Tao, no one knows why, the future generations of visitors, there is a fate to come here, recorded, left to the fate of people to see, doubts are fate.

Yunluo wrote out the purpose of the record at the beginning, and then went on to write:

Unlike the earth's scientific and technological progress, the creatures of the ancient times follow the rules, the Tao is natural, and the gods and bodies are cultivated to pass through the realm. The ancient creatures are not fetuses or eggs, all of them come from the form, because the origin is strong, all things can be transformed, and only after the transformation can they be called the ancient creatures, after the transformation, the creatures can practice the exercises, they can become stronger and stronger, and the life is worry-free.

The scenery of the ancient times is very different from that of later generations. Birds and beasts, all are different, many wings and many feet, but beautiful extraordinary, the ancient grass and trees are abundant, several battles of sandalwood have been ordinary, flowers and plants can be seen everywhere, rare and exotic fruits can be found everywhere, there is no lack of natural materials and earth treasures, put them on the ground, no worries about food and clothing, no disease can be disturbed.

Yunluo wrote everything she thought she could write, but she didn't expect to chew her brains, and in the end it was only a few short sentences, I don't know if it was the influence of the ancient rules, obviously there were a lot of things I wanted to remember, such as Lingzhi, such as Qibao, for example, the animals who just listened to the song, but in the end, there was no sentence related to them, no matter how Yunluo wanted to write about their love, after screening, I still skipped these.

I carefully looked at the record I wrote, and carefully checked that there were no typos, and there were no sick sentences, and someone really read what I wrote, "It's not bad, I wrote down the basic situation, and I look very familiar, but I don't know if someone can see it" Yunluo looked at the slightly yellowed paper, and seriously doubted whether it could take on the responsibility of inheritance, just this quality, not to mention the entire Yanji, even if it was only a hundred years old, it would rot, Yunluo felt that he shouldn't have expectations for the future, but he wrote it out, It's still necessary to keep it as much as possible, and you can only find a new carrier record.

"Qibao, do you know what can be kept for a long time" Yunluo didn't know much about this matter, so he went to the courtyard to ask Qibao.

"How long have you kept it?" the Seven Treasures, who were meditating on the Dharma, were awakened when they heard the sound of clouds falling. "Any piece of animal skin can be kept for a long time, you should know this," Qibao's voice was a little puzzled.

"It's going to take a long time, at least the whole Yanji" Yunluo guessed that Qibao didn't understand what he meant, and said the request in detail.

"The entire Yan Age, this is a bit difficult, to be honest, although the ancient creatures do have a long lifespan, it is only for the young Huang Gu now, whether they can live to the entire Yan Era, no living beings can know for sure" Qibao felt that Yunluo's request was a bit tricky.

"Why don't I give you a little bit of my leaf, and you can write it on it" After thinking for a while, Shippo thought of this solution that could be reluctantly solved.

"Your leaves?" After hearing this, Yunluo looked at Qibao in surprise, "How do I feel so unreliable" Yunluo's tone was full of suspicion.

"What kind of eyes do you have, don't believe it, forget it" Qibao had a feeling that his whole body was being looked at, and he was annoyed and angry for a while.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was wrong, but are your leaves really good" Yunluo deliberately accentuated the word "okay".

"I've already said that no living creature can guarantee that it will survive to the entire Yan Dynasty, so I'm not sure if my leaves will work, but for now I can only think of this way" Qibao's tone was full of helplessness, but in his heart he was more and more sure that Yunluo attached great importance to the things recorded.

After listening to Qibao's explanation, Yunluo felt that he was indeed a little unreasonable, "Okay, just use your leaves, if you don't move, you will become a great god in the future, and your leaves have become legends" Yunluo, who had solved his thoughts, said with a smile.

Hearing this, Qibao didn't know how to answer, so he didn't answer, and directly gave Yunluo Yezi.

"Hey, have you noticed that your leaves are a little like tea tree leaves," Yunluo asked in surprise as he took a leaf larger than an A4 paper.

"You just found out, my leaves are indeed very similar to the leaves of the tea tree, haven't you seen them before?" Qibao also knew with Yunluo.

"I don't know, I haven't observed it, and besides, you're so tall now, and you don't usually have leaves falling, so I've never seen your leaves." Yunluo sniffed the leaves in his hand as he spoke, the fragrance was fragrant, and he secretly said that it was a good tea, so he said:

"Qibao, the tea from your leaves must be delicious, or you can give me more"

"You think it's Chinese cabbage, you can have as much as you want, each leaf is its own energy, that is, you want it, and I don't want to give it to others" Qibao felt quite helpless, seeing that Yunluo still didn't give up, he continued, "These leaves, if I'm like you, these are my hair, are you sure you want to make tea?"

"Black-bellied!" After Yunluo heard Qibao's words, he completely dispelled the idea of making tea, looked at the golden leaves and said, "Golden, is there a way to make it white?" ”

"Isn't golden yellow beautiful, it's much better than white, why do you want to be white" Shippo has a soft spot for golden yellow.

"No, not all paper is white, it's more customary to look white, but golden yellow looks better" Yunluo found that Qibao was a little dissatisfied, and immediately changed his mind.

"That's it, how good the golden one is, noble and domineering" Qibao listened to Yunluo's words, obviously quite satisfied.

"Hehe" Yunluo could only be embarrassed. "Then I'll go up first, then you continue to comprehend" After speaking, Yunluo just took the leaves and went up, in this regard, Qibao sighed in his heart and crossed the river and demolished the bridge and began his own enlightenment.

Back in the room, Yunluo solemnly transcribed the record just now, but thought that the handwriting should also be preserved, so he added some non-fading pigment to the ink, and it took a while to get this short record completely done.

"I hope you don't live up to my expectations, in case no one sees it, my hard work today is in vain" Yunluo looked at the re-made record, chattering.

In this record, because the leaves are used, you can still see the clear veins of the leaves, but between the veins, there is obviously a strange flow of energy, and you can easily see the extraordinary nature of the leaves. A thin leaf, only a few hundred words written, but it is covered with the whole leaf, when the clouds fall and transcribe, it is big and neat, the pen is vigorous, the structure is neat, and the calligraphy can be seen without looking at the content.

After Yunluo nodded with satisfaction, he suddenly thought of something, and wrote a line of words on the back of the leaf: When Pangu opened the sky, the Book of Heaven began to appear.

There is no special meaning, I just feel that I belong to the Pangu family, and this record is left for future generations, so I suddenly thought of the sentence that Pangu opened the sky, as for what book of heaven, Yunluo just felt that calling the book of heaven could be more mysterious and high-grade, but he didn't know that all the endings had traces.

After everything was done, he looked at it carefully, the golden leaves were full of big black characters, which looked mysterious and luxurious, Yunluo nodded with satisfaction and put it away, and then looked at the notebook again, looking at the only diary.

The yellowish notebook, but there is not much content in it, only the hundreds of words just written and a diary written when I first arrived in the ancient world two years ago, and suddenly looked back, but found that unconsciously, I have become accustomed to the life of the ancient world, and even those lives on the earth, although they have been on the lips, have felt far away. Thinking of this, Yunluo couldn't help but feel lost, just like she said before, the environment can really change a person quietly!