Returning to the Wuyue Sect's residence, Duanmu worked non-stop, settled Chen Ling, and hurried back to his room.

The doors and windows were tightly closed by him, and he waited very solemnly, and the trays and giant eggs were also taken out and placed on the table.

Suddenly, the room was filled with aura, and the divine light was blazing. These two things were obtained from the stone chamber of the Nameless Valley, and as soon as they were taken out, they bloomed with scorching spiritual light, reflecting the room like a fairyland, like a pure land of cultivation, and the rich aura and divine brilliance filled the room.

Before, Duanmu Mad didn't look closely, but now he was the only one here, he lay on the edge of the table and looked at it carefully.

The tray planting is very small, the whole tray box is only one foot square, and a green elixir is planted in the middle. This elixir is like a small bamboo, about half a foot high, with dozens of small leaves growing on it, and the green light is flowing, like a smooth jade piece.

However, although this elixir is small, it has a strong aura surging and pouring out, which is enough to show its extraordinary. As for what kind of drug it was and what level it belonged to, it was not for him to know.

"Hey, there are ...... words" Duanmu shouted softly, and when he looked closely, on the edge of the tray box, there were densely engraved lines of small handwriting.

These ancient characters Cangsang, with mottled breath, have survived countless years without extinguishing, and have been preserved with the planting of plates. But the handwriting is already very blurry, and I can only barely read clearly, and it is not clear.

"Wan'er, today I was exiled here and became a war slave. He followed the handwriting and began to read silently.

"Although it was a dangerous place, on the first day, I was seriously injured and almost lost my life. But I don't regret it, if I don't steal this plate of rejuvenating plants, how will I cure your strange disease in the future?"

"I believe that one day, I will be able to return to my hometown and stay with you for the rest of my life. ”

"Hey......" sighed heavily, and the middle place seemed to be worn out, and the handwriting was blurred and invisible. Only at the bottom is it clearly recognizable.

"The enemy is menacing, our army has been defeated, and many have perished in the wilderness. Today, it's finally our turn to play, and maybe never to come back. ”

"Wan'er, I'm leaving, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm dead, my love, what can you do?"

"Who can do it, help me get this plate out of here, save her, save my love......

Reading this, the handwriting was cut off, and the last line was engraved there: The years are gone, the love is eternal, I wish to use this heart to give the bright moon, the person who loves you - Mochen...... Leave a word.

Duanmu's eyes were flushed, and it was not difficult to see from the handwriting that this was a story that could be sung and cried.

A former man named Mochen, in order to save his lover who had a strange disease, did not hesitate to take risks to steal this plate of Zhuyan Plant, and was finally exiled here and became a war slave.

Later, the enemy was outwhelmed, and the predecessor was sent to the battlefield and never returned. However, his love for his lover is unswerving, and the handwriting is full of longing and sorrow, full of helplessness and unwillingness, and is engraved on the plate.

"Wan'er, I'm leaving, I'm not afraid of death, but I'm dead, my love, what can you do?"

Even to death, he did not forget his beloved. In the face of imminent death, the first thing he thinks of is his lover. I'm worried about what his lover will do if he dies.

"Who can do it, help me get this plate out of here, save her, save my love......

He looked up to the heavens and wailed, full of begging, but no one paid attention. The voice was desolate, resounding throughout the world, as if it could be transmitted over the long river of time, and it was still resounding through the ages, making people's hearts turbulent, deep into the heart, and there was something called tears that could not help but burst out of the eyes.

One can imagine what a tragic picture it was, singing and crying, sad and lamentable, and the heavens were unfair.

At the end of the silent recitation, Duanmu was choked up, and tears were silently falling. Deeply moved, what is the love that is stronger than gold, unswerving to death? The story of this predecessor is a living example of this case.

He was touched and admired. This predecessor, named Mochen, told the world with his deeds.

In this world of deceitful and profit-oriented, there is still a love that is old and old.

Just as his last words said: The years are gone, the love is eternal, and I am willing to give the bright moon with this heart.

After that, he left his name and went to the battlefield, never to come back. But his inscription, which remained on the plate, survived and was discovered at this time.

At this moment, Duanmu was full of tears in his eyes, his emotions were unstable, and he thought of a lot.

"To be the strongest in this world, I want my destiny to be in charge of myself. He couldn't help but clench his fists, and said silently in his heart.

This story had a great impact on him, he and Zhong Lingyan liked each other, but Zhong Lingyan was of noble birth, and her mother was from a mysterious background, which was regarded as a taboo by the sect, which invisibly put a lot of pressure on him, and there seemed to be an unbridgeable gap between the two.

If one day, he and Zhong Lingyan also encountered the situation of this predecessor, the two of them are divided on both sides of heaven and earth, and they can't look at each other with their heads up, it is really better to live than to die.

Becoming strong seems to be the only option, and only by becoming strong can you control your own destiny.

When the time comes, who will dare to stop them? Who can stop them from being together?

Moreover, his path of revenge is far away, and the hatred of his past life and this life is like a mountain pressing on his heart, and it is difficult to breathe, and he also needs this as support.

Becoming the strongest is his only goal. In order to achieve this goal, killing gods when encountering gods, slaughtering Buddhas when encountering Buddhas, even if it is the sky, can be killed.

"Hey, isn't this a reinforcing Yan plant?" The figure of Lihattian floated out of the bloodthirsty dzi and appeared in the room. He glanced at Duanmu Madness, frowned suddenly, and said, "You kid is sick, aren't you?

"You're sick, old man. Duanmu glanced at him frantically and said with a crying voice.

Don't you see that he is moved? This dead old man, really, can't spit ivory out of a dog's mouth. Anything that gets into his mouth can give you black to the bottom of the pot, which is extremely ugly.

"Old man, what is the effect of this reinvigorating plant, will it work for me?" he reined in before he asked again.

"Of course!" looked over from the hateful sky, smiled weirdly, and said, "Hehe...... If you want to be a beautiful man. ”

He slowly opened his mouth and told the wonderful use of the reinforcing Yan Plant, and Duanmu Crazy had a detailed understanding of this thing.

Resident planting, one of the treasures of heaven and earth, has many wonderful uses. Its name is rejuvenation, and the greatest effect is in the appearance