"Being too serious can sometimes give people a headache, Yonglin."

Chang'e is clear about the guilt in Yonglin's heart, the wisdom of the other party can be called the first among the people of the moon, but because of this, if she is stubborn, there is really no one who can persuade her.

"Looks like today isn't the time to chat."

Chang'e sighed softly:

"Let's get down to business, Yonglin, you have something you want to ask me, right?"

“...... Yes. ”

Yonglin also knew that her performance would cause trouble to the other party, and after she forcibly suppressed the obsession in her heart, her face had returned to normal when she raised her head again:

"Today, I do have an important matter that I want to ask Master Chang'e."

"Say it."

"The other day...... I found a notebook on the ground in the hand of a youkai from the Old Hell, nearly four thousand years old, and the words recorded on it were still the words of the Moon People. ”

Despite the light veil, Yonglin could still feel that with the topic she raised, Chang'e's gaze had changed slightly, which made her heart awe-inspiring:

"But, more importantly, judging from the material and workmanship of that notebook, it is definitely not the level that could have been achieved 4,000 years ago, and not only that......"

Looking at Chang'e in front of her, Yonglin hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"The material of that notebook is very ordinary, if you consider it theoretically, it will not survive four thousand years of time anyway and still be intact, I have studied it carefully, and the notebook is very vaguely engraved with an ancient technique......"

The bright lights in the palace flickered suddenly, and the figure of Chang'e in front of her supported the brilliance of jade, adding a bit of unreal haze to her.

Yonglin lowered his eyes, and his steady breathing was a little more rapid:

"Not long ago, where I lived, a fragment of a comet was dropped, and a similar technique was engraved on it."

"Yonglin, what do you want to ask?"

"And this arrow."

Showing a deferential posture, Yonglin's eyebrows and eyes drooped lower, but he did not directly answer Chang'e's words, but took out an arrow that was only half of the left:

"This arrow fell with the fragments of the comet, and I have confirmed that this is definitely an arrow from my own hand, and the remnants of the magic on it are also my spiritual power."

Chang'e looked down at her, did not speak or let out any momentum, but it made Yonglin feel inexplicably oppressed, but despite this, she gritted her teeth and put the arrow in front of her, and then leaned over and bowed again:

"Lord Chang'e! I...... I feel like I've forgotten something important! Some, very important thing! ”

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, she usually only sees Yonglin's calm side, no matter how vicious the enemy or how friendly the friend, she has a calm expression.

The world only saw her mystery, only saw her great strength, and only saw her worldly style, but never thought that she was actually a person who strictly obeyed the rules.

Yonglin abides by the rules she has set for herself, and if there is an existence in this world that makes Yonglin fearful, it must be Chang'e.

It can be said that if one day the three sages of the Moon Capital stood together, and Chang'e asked Yonglin to deal with the moon night, she would not hesitate to shoot an arrow at the head of the so-called Moon King.

Yonglin would never disobey Chang'e's decision, which is why she would watch Chang'e lock herself up 4,000 years ago.

Not only that, her awe of Chang'e is always in her heart, and she will deliberately avoid her name during conversations, but there is no lack of reverence, she never dares to show the slightest disrespect for Chang'e, let alone an act that can even be called questioning now.

The relationship between the two is not a master and servant, nor is it a friend, if I have to say it, it is relatively close to the master and apprentice.

Yonglin respects Chang'e from the bottom of her heart and treats her as a master-like figure, and Chang'e also treats Yonglin as a disciple-like junior.

Chang'e knows Yonglin very well, so she understands very well how determined the other party is to be able to say this to herself.

"Even if I tell you now, it won't do you any good to know those things...... It's too late, right? ”

“......”

Yonglin lowered her head and didn't reply, thinking that it was considered a tacit acquiescence.

Chang'e pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned around, turned her back to Yonglin and slowly spoke:

"Yonglin, you also know that since the establishment of the Moon Capital, I have rarely stayed here, and more often I like to stay on the ground, do you know why?"

“...... Ignorance. ”

"Because I prefer to listen to other people's stories rather than tell them myself."

Chang'e raised her head, looked at the false beautiful starry sky, and stretched out her hand as if she wanted to touch something, but she could only stay in the void, adding to her regret.

The stars in the night sky are out of reach, and Chang'e's words gradually have a taste of reminiscence:

"At that time, he always had endless stories to tell, and my favorite thing to do every day was to listen to his stories, until one day, his story was finished, and we had no choice but to embark on a journey to find new stories by ourselves."

Chang'e's memories were very abrupt, and they seemed to be repeated without logic, but Yonglin listened carefully and didn't dare to miss a word.

"Unlike his wonderful story, he himself is a boring guy, in addition to being busy digging other people's graves every day, he is in a hurry to dig his own graves, and he deserves to be buried in the soil later."

Speaking of this, although Chang'e couldn't hide her laughter, her words were a little more lonely:

"To you, he should be a heinous fellow, but to me, he is a rare friend, speaking of which, I actually wanted to stay and erect a monument to him, even if the house collapsed, it should not be a problem to leave a whole corpse with the thickness of his skin."

Chang'e's gaze drifted away, and her tone gradually became ethereal:

"Usually he is a serious storyteller, but occasionally he will go crazy, and he will run to me and tell me that he doesn't want to die, and he will run to say that he wants to carve words on the stone, and suddenly pull me to do something invincible."

Chang'e's tone was cheerful and jumpy, but she didn't feel a trace of relaxation from it:

"Yonglin, you must not have imagined that he actually contributed half of his strength to the invention of Penglai's medicine, but unfortunately he was useless in the end, so in order to keep his work from dust, I reluctantly tried it at that time."

Yonglin had never seen Chang'e like this, she was like a child showing off her toys, tasting the fun of sharing, although Chang'e's tone did not show the slightest sadness, but Yonglin still read the word sad.

Chang'e finished telling the story in fits and starts, and Yonglin heard it before asking:

"'He', what the hell is .......?"

"He...... Yonglin, you've seen it, you've all seen it, it's better to say that you can't forget it if you want to. ”

Chang'e paused, and said silently:

"If you want to talk about the decline of the god generation four thousand years ago, he is the first to do it."

Hearing this, Yonglin's expression changed several times, and finally returned to a low calm:

"It's him......"