Chapter 180 All Mortals Will Die 02
It is said that a long time ago, there was a fertile land where any seeds planted would bloom and bear fruit.
This was an incredible thing in the farming era thousands of years ago.
Some say that the soil is rich because the god of the valley was buried here after his death. The god of the valley is the god of life and nourishment, and he is everlasting and infinite. His flesh and blood are immortal and he is constantly reborn in the soil. Through his blessing, the creatures that grow here can also live forever.
This fertile land is the Duguang Wilderness.
If you feel unfamiliar, then if I mention another thing, I believe all wizards will be very familiar with it.
In the Duguang Plain, there grows a huge tree - Jianmu.
It is said that Jianmu is the ladder connecting heaven and earth, allowing the gods to travel up and down between heaven and earth. If you shout loudly under the tree, your voice will be swallowed up immediately. Under the dense shade like a giant shadow, there will be no echo... Jianmu, you have never seen it, but you have all heard of it, because it is too important for wizards.
Even when our college opened, we located the entrance at a place where there is no shadow in the sun.
Do you know what “no shadow in the sun” means?
This requires me to first mention an old story.
You know, the status of wizards has been further elevated after the Jedi Tiantong, and you all know the reasons.
The gods have gone away and returned to His world. Only your voice and mine can reach the heavens. Even though His words cause us pain, they are the truth that cannot be abandoned.
So what is the difference between us and them?
Why can we become special humans and be chosen by them...
…
“Hmm…”
Jiang Yuelu opened her eyes with great effort. As soon as she stood up, she felt a dull pain in her brain. "Hiss..."
He had to sit down and close his eyes for a while.
The dream just now...
There was a voice that had been there from the beginning to the end, and until this moment, it was still ringing in my mind intermittently like an audio that had not been disconnected. The human voice became particularly distant, like the end of a film that had been stretched out by someone, and each word was no longer clear until it finally disappeared.
At this time, his head didn't hurt as much.
"...Wizards?"
Jiang Yuelu thought of this statement. From his perspective in the dream, he seemed to be a third person who was eavesdropping on the sound.
No. That's not right.
There were more than three people, it seemed like there were a lot of people sitting around him.
He seemed to be in an exceptionally broad and flat place, in a dim light, listening to this long speech. This occasion reminded him of modern speeches, where they were all sitting in the audience and listening.
Or not an audience, any occasion where you can give a speech will be suitable.
...The speaker himself mentioned a word - "college". So, can he understand that this passage took place at a certain moment when the college was in session?
The problem arises again.
Why was he sitting in the audience... They were clearly teachers and students, that is, students of witchcraft. Why did he fit in with them and not feel any different?
There was another thing that concerned him.
Although the light in the dream was dim, he had an inexplicable feeling.
These people and this place are not from today's era, and it is probably a long time ago. He swears to heaven that he has never been a wizard. He came into contact with the academy when he received the admission letter...
Why do you dream about these?
"Uh ah..." Jiang Yuelu was thinking so hard that she had a headache. She decided not to think about it, so she shook her head and tried to think about something else.
...Xia Yi.
The name popped into my mind, like the gentle fall of spring thunder.
Jiang Yuelu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up and wanted to push the door open without caring about the stars in front of her eyes.
broken!
So much has happened in such a short period of time!
When Leng Wenhan saw that his memory was not working, his mind was almost controlling his body. Later, he was directly replaced, and even if he wanted to, he was powerless and could only watch everything but could not stop it.
He went to the prison to rescue people, waited until Dean Kong arrived, and then went to the Witch Gate... During this period, he woke up and fell asleep, slept and woke up, and each time was at the critical moment.
If there are any benefits, then there are some.
While that ray of divine thought shared his body, it also made his spirit extremely powerful, and his synaesthesia was elevated to the extreme.
To give an example, originally we could only touch the boundary of the oasis, but this time we can cross the oasis and directly touch the edge of the desert.
And he saw some fragments that were beyond the reach of ordinary people in the cracks of those boundaries... After waking up that time, he remembered saying something to Xia Yi.
Jiang Yuelu's head began to hurt again.
He said something very important...it must be very important. Otherwise Xia Yi wouldn't have that expression...where is he now?
He was in a hurry to go out, but bumped into someone.
Jiang Yuelu was not a weak man, but he could not withstand the opponent's strong physique. In addition, he was already dizzy, so he suddenly fell to the ground with a muffled groan.
The person who bumped into him reacted even more violently than he did, "Little Master...are you okay?!"
"Oh my God, why are you moving around if you haven't eaten? I must have hurt you, can you still stand up?" Jiang Yue waved her hand tiredly.
He thought with a forehead full of stars.
It turned out that it wasn't a headache, but dizziness from hunger.
"Young Master...eat some food first...look, the chicken soup is still hot."
Needless to say, Jiang Yuelu also smelled an enticing fragrance. For a person who was starving, the smell was extremely overbearing and directly occupied his nasal cavity, making him salivate and whetting his appetite.
But he suppressed his appetite, turned his head and looked at the stranger.
After confirming several times that he really didn't know this old man who looked so enthusiastic and cautious, he asked, "What did you call me... Little Master?"
Old Man Jiang suddenly hesitated, "What's your last name?"
"Jiang Yuelu."
Seeing that he was getting more excited, Old Man Jiang slapped his thigh and said with tears in his eyes: "Yes, your last name is Jiang, and you look exactly like my young lady, so you are my little mistress, right?"
Looks like a lunatic.
Jiang Yuelu remained silent, neither admitting nor exposing the truth, and changed the subject, "Where is this?"
Before closing her eyes, she was still in the academy, but now she didn't know where she was. Jiang Yuelu walked and looked around, and the old man Jiang followed behind her, introducing things enthusiastically.
"The room is a little shabby, but I have kept all the things in the Jiang family's old house well in the attic. Do you want to go up and take a look, young master?"
Jiang Yuelu responded while observing the courtyard.
The house was a bit shabby, and the tables, chairs, and benches were not matched, but seemed to have been collected from various places and put together. The lighting in the house was very poor, and there was a musty smell. Sitting in it for a while made me feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.
The yard was quite large, but most of the ground was occupied by weeds, which grew vigorously along the corners and were almost as high as the side walls.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a livable place.
"Young Master, aren't you coming up?"
An old face appeared from the dim staircase and looked at him with concern.
It was this concern that made Jiang Yuelu particularly alert. He considered for a few seconds whether to follow the old man up to the second floor. The bowl of chicken soup from unknown sources did not enter his stomach, and he was still a little dizzy.
Although this man is old, it is clear from the collision that he has a strong physique and exercises regularly.
If a fight breaks out, he won't be able to defeat his opponent at the moment.
"I just won't..." Just as he was about to refuse, he stared blankly at one place.
"My little master, what's the matter?"
Jiang Yuelu stared at the stairs under his feet. With his photographic memory, he recognized it almost instantly. He had been to this place before.
I didn't notice it just now because it's still popular here.
Although the house is a bit old and the wooden stairs creak and are not very beautiful, there is still a big difference between a house where people have lived and an abandoned mansion.
At this moment, the ripples from that day reappeared in front of Yu Jiang Yuelu's eyes.
He could no longer tell whether he was dizzy from hunger or something else. The stairs and the first floor he saw when he turned around overlapped with the past. The old man standing at the corner of the second floor, looking at him with concern, also had a blurred face and overlapped into another young man in bright red clothes and deep eyes.
Summer Wing.
He brought him here.
"My little master, what happened to you?"
Seeing his pale face, Old Man Jiang hurried down and circled around him but didn't dare to approach him. He cared about him very much, but he was still afraid of him.
"Nothing...nothing. Are you the only one living here?"
"Yes. I have been living here for so many years." Old man Jiang's eyes were slightly red. He was obviously not good at hiding it, and his speech speed became exaggeratedly fast. "But it doesn't matter. Little Master, you are back, right? From now on, the Jiang family, the Jiang family will have successors... God is merciful."
He no longer thought this was crazy talk, "Is this the Jiang family?"
"Yes. You..." Old Man Jiang looked at him hesitantly.
Yes.
Since he is the owner of this place, this is his home. Who wouldn't recognize his own home? Jiang Yuelu knew that he had said something wrong, so he didn't say anything more and went straight upstairs.
The higher he went, the more vivid the memories of Xia Yi taking him there became.
He even had hallucinations.
It was like walking in the middle of the folded past and future, a thin black crack like a folded white paper. In the reality of being here, he could clearly see how Xia Yi and himself in the past walked up the stairs to the second floor and how they came to the door.
He stopped and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"This is the room where the young lady lived back then. Do you recognize it?" As he said that, Old Man Jiang slowly pushed open the door. Before he had time to get ready, he came face to face with this most important room.
“…”
"What's wrong, little master?"
"fine……"
Jiang Yuelu walked into the empty room. Actually, it was not empty. It had all the necessary furnishings and was even much tidier than the downstairs. However, he felt it was very empty because it lacked something that he paid the most attention to.
“Is this the way it has always been here?”
"Yes, after the young lady passed away, she still maintained her original appearance." Old Man Jiang asked in surprise: "Young Master, what are you looking for?"
"A statue, about this long." Jiang Yuelu gestured.
"Oh, what kind of statue is it?"
There were many statues in the Jiang family, a great wizard clan. Some were carved by masters, while others were precious stones left over from ancient times. I just don't know which one Jiang Yuelu was talking about.
"That time... after the incident, although many things were taken away by other families, they were not worth mentioning. I have kept the most valuable things of the Jiang family. I just want to see if there is the statue that the young master is looking for among them. Look, is there any in these boxes?"
Jiang Yuelu took a quick glance and found each one to be extremely delicate, with a sense of simplicity and solemnity.
He couldn't help but blush, "The one I'm looking for isn't...not as pretty as this one."
"Oh, it was carved by a novice." Old Man Jiang was a little worried. This kind of statue is just a fake, specially placed in the Jiang family for others to snatch away...
"Do you remember what you carved?"
Jiang Yuelu said without hesitation, "A god."
“…”
Old Man Jiang was shocked for only a moment, but soon recovered as usual, "Statues of gods. There are even more statues of gods..."
When mentioning gods, obvious contempt appeared on the weathered old face.
"If it is a statue of a god, then you don't have to look for it, young master. There is not a single one here. After the accident, all the statues were destroyed."
Jiang Yuelu heard a story behind the words, but he was obsessed with the missing statue and had no time to ask further questions.
"Can I sit here for a while?"
"Of course, this is your home, you can do whatever you want. By the way, you haven't had the chicken soup yet, I'll go downstairs and bring it to you."
The second floor is a precious place. Old man Jiang usually takes care of a homeless stray cat. Perhaps he senses a sense of mutual sympathy from the cat, so the cat usually eats better than humans.
Even the round-looking cats have places where they cannot run wild and make trouble. Old Man Jiang usually pays special attention to the hygiene of the second floor. He does not allow the cats to go upstairs to eat, and there cannot be any smell.
Today, he actually served chicken soup to people. If the wild cat knew about this, it would be so angry that it would scream and shit in the old man’s vegetable garden that night to vent its anger.
Jiang Yuelu didn't know about these things.
He sat quietly in the room, light dust flowing slowly in the air, as if the voice of an old friend was still echoing.
"My mother said that my name Yuelu not only means good luck, but also means the armpit of the star Suzaku. Hahaha, you know the armpit, right? It's the place where the wings are connected."
"Xia Yi, your name is easy to understand. It means wings, the wings of the Suzaku."
"Without wings, Suzaku is just a crippled Suzaku. Without Xia Yi, Jiang Yuelu can't fly."
…
Perhaps it was the synaesthesia brought about by the previous connection with the divine mind that was still working, and every drop of Jiang Yuelu's blood was responding to herself: There was no doubt that it was here that they had met and had a conversation.
When you said these words, did you ever think about what would happen in the future?
One fell from god to ghost and went to the ghost city.
The other one... was extremely confused and couldn't even confirm who he was.
He sat against the wall, his thoughts racing.
The unique smell of the room soothed him, and even the stars in his eyes faded a little. He leaned his shoulders against the cold wall, but strangely felt silent comfort, as if there were still nameless ghosts wandering around here, and together they could do anything.
Most of Jiang Yuelu's body was limp, with her shoulders hunched inward, in a curled-up self-defense posture.
He is a little tired.
A little bit, but also a little tired.
At this moment, he wanted to be a selfish person.
He didn't want to move forward, didn't want to look for the Yan family, didn't want to miss his brothers and sisters. From the moment he was engulfed by the fire, he had been struggling to move forward. He grasped the faint clues and went to the ghost city step by step, but he heard the cold confession from the city lord Su Tie -
You've been deceived. The person you've been looking for is not in the ghost city at all.
If not in the ghost city, then where else?
The world is so big, where on earth can he find them?
One mystery has not been solved yet, and new mysteries emerge one after another. Who is his real identity? What kind of past did he and Xia Yi have? It's like a cascading tide that drowns him.
"call……"
After a short rest, Jiang Yuelu stood up with the help of the wall, intending to go downstairs to ask Old Man Jiang. But in a flash, he suddenly thought of something.
He turned around and looked back at the room in a daze.
Very real.
It's so real that it seems fake.
But it couldn't be fake, and he wasn't dreaming now.
Then why would an abandoned Jiang family mansion reappear with a brand new look? Or is this not a dream at all, and the room, mansion, and forest all really exist?
So what about him?
"Young master, I'm coming in. This chicken soup must be drunk while it's hot. If it gets cold, then... Young master, what's wrong with you?" Old man Jiang raised his head and saw Jiang Yuelu's face, which was mixed with green and red.
He was almost gritting his teeth.
"My last name is Jiang?"
“Yes, yes.”
"Then tell me, what is my full name?"
"My little master, you ask such a strange question."
The leaves made several bends in the air, then fluttered down to the ground.
"The name means Suzaku, which means auspicious star. The young lady has high expectations for you, so she gave you such a nice name, Yuelu."
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