Chapter 248

In the flames covering the sky, Canglong smiled and asked, "Sir, how much of the past do you still remember?"

The slightly aggressive question from before was easily avoided.

In front of this enemy whom he had never met before, Yu Tu adhered to the principle of saying more and making more mistakes: "How much I remember is none of your business."

His attitude was cold, and the green vine that had attacked Ximen Zhou before was guarding him from the side, with an inhuman indifference and defensiveness.

Canglong didn't seem to care about the hidden hostility of Buyehou towards him. He just fixed his eyes on the monocle on Buyehou's face and said half teasingly and half sighingly: "Even after ten thousand years, the child that Mr. dislikes the most is still me."

It sounds like they knew each other very well in the past.

Perhaps these words worked, for Canglong saw that Buyehou finally set his eyes on him. It was a familiar face, but a strange expression. Canglong deliberately mentioned the past, but he did not show any emotion at all, as if the memory of him had been completely worn away in the long ten thousand years.

The gentleman still vaguely remembered the phoenix, but he had no impression of him at all.

"It's okay if you don't remember." Canglong said with a smile, "In time, memory is also a curse."

Before Yu Tu had time to ponder this somewhat strange remark, the monocle he had been wearing on his left eye suddenly felt hot. The part where the monocle touched his skin seemed to have sprouted and grown roots. The thin roots followed his skin and drilled towards his eyes. The previous severe pain was multiplied several times in power at this moment, and Yu Tu's eyes went dark.

He lost all sight in his left eye.

But this is not the end, it's just the beginning.

As the pain got worse, Yu Tu heard Canglong's voice: "You still keep the glasses I gave you ten thousand years ago."

Yu Tu: “!!!”

God damn it! If he knew it was a gift from this dangerous person, he would have thrown it away a million miles away!

Because Yu Tu's consciousness was unstable, the green vines guarding his side suddenly turned into dots of light green fluorescence. He heard the footsteps of the approaching Canglong, but he had no time to think.

———It hurts so much.

It was as if someone was actually splitting his brain open and churning his brains.

Yu Tu's hands were shaking. He tried to summon the green vine, or the true form of the tea tree that blocked out the sun and sky, but his hands were held down by someone.

"If your strength was less than one tenth of your peak, I would not dare to attack you." Yu Tu's right eye also fell into complete darkness at this time, and Canglong's voice rang in his ears, "Sir, you shouldn't stop me. I have waited for this day for too long."

Canglong looked at the Marquis Buye who was trembling in pain so close to him, and a subtle emotion finally flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand, wanting to rub his hair like the Marquis Buye did to comfort him ten thousand years ago, but he felt that this action was a bit offensive, and finally stopped in mid-air.

His fingertips curled up and he withdrew his suspended hand: "Sir, this is no longer your era."

If you look from a third party's perspective, you can see a pattern of interwoven black and red on the monocle, densely packed and layered, so complex that it's shocking, even more complex than the ancient sealing array that has been passed down.

The strange pattern was reflected in Canglong's eyes, making his pupils look deep and mad. The pattern started from the monocle and gradually enveloped the Buye in front of him, making his figure become illusory, like a shadow that was about to disappear.

Canglong thought that if the phoenix were still alive and saw this scene, he would probably be so angry that he would curse him, and then chase him to pluck out the scales of his original form piece by piece to make amends for his crime.

Unfortunately, Phoenix is ​​gone too.

Looking around, there is almost nothing left of my old friends.

The color of the strange pattern reflected in his eyes became fainter and fainter, and the figure of Buyehou became more and more illusory, and finally disappeared completely in the open space deep in the sea of ​​fire.

Canglong closed his eyes, and a thin layer of strange black light was attached to his body. When the black light dissipated, his appearance had changed into that of Buyehou. If before they were just somewhat similar in temperament but completely different in appearance, now they were exactly the same.

He has black hair and phoenix eyes. He wears a monocle with the chain hanging down to his chin, and a black retro gown buttoned to his neck.

He slowly patted the black ash on his sleeves, and a light green light overflowed from under his feet. The flames that covered the sky quickly went out under the light, revealing the ruins with only black ashes left.

After the flames were extinguished, there were two black armored vehicles outside the flames. Canglong looked over and recognized at a glance that the first one belonged to Special Unit 7, and the second one belonged to Jiang Jiang, the director of the Abnormal Department.

He raised an eyebrow, it came quite quickly.

The degenerated Bifang flames were too lethal. Jiang Jiang and Group 7 rushed over, but they couldn't find a suitable way to extinguish the fire. They could only try to suppress it from outside the flames and collect the bodies of their colleagues that the senior, Buyehou, had specially placed there.

Now the flames suddenly went out, and the open space in the center of the flames was exposed to the people from the Alien Bureau. In the only corner of the open space that was not burned by the flames, Ximen Zhou, the "research maniac" who was ranked second on the wanted list, lay unconscious. Behind Buyehou, five of his colleagues were protected by a formation, and a scan of their consciousness revealed that even though their injuries varied in severity, they were all alive.

Everyone in the Foreign Affairs Bureau secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The current situation was truly a blessing in disguise.

"Mr. Buyehou." Jiang Jiang came out and greeted Buyehou, "Thank you for your help."

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that the Lord of Buye was particularly dangerous tonight. Even though he looked as gentle as usual, he had a sense of sharpness and fierceness.

"It's just a coincidence." Buyehou nodded to her, "The puppet strings wrapped around the soul have been untied. You can interrogate him to find out who else has been trapped by the strings."

A green vine wrapped around the unconscious Ximen Zhou and placed him in front of Jiang Jiang.

After Jiang Jiang knew that Senior Buyehou had helped solve the problem, the "after-sales" was handled by the Yichu Bureau. The Yichu Bureau branch in Chongming City was almost becoming Buyehou's exclusive after-sales team.

Jiang Jiang thanked him again: "Thank you very much, senior."

The Marquis of Buye in front of her waved his hand at her, with a gentle smile on his face, and disappeared from her sight in an instant.

Canglong was already able to instantly cast a small cross-domain teleportation array. After leaving Jiangyun City, he appeared at the end of the commercial street, in front of the teahouse.

When he placed his hand on the familiar carved wooden door, he did not push it open.

Even though he had transformed into the appearance of the Master, he was still not the Master himself. The Phoenix had set a ban on the teahouse, and no one else could enter unless the Master agreed. He could indeed break the ban set by the Phoenix, but once something was done, it would leave a trace, and the Master would definitely find out when he came back.

But he had already taken such a daring action, so this one didn't seem to matter. It was best not to leave any loopholes in the matter of pretending.

Canglong sighed softly, and as he pressed the carved wooden door, an invisible black light surged in his palm. The door creaked slightly, and after a dozen seconds, there was a very light sound like breaking glass, and the door slowly opened to both sides.

He entered the teahouse.

Compared to the last time I came here quietly eighteen years ago, the teahouse now is not as empty as before, and is full of the breath of life.

Canglong could sense the mixed spiritual powers in the teahouse, some of which belonged to the alien bureau, and some to the passers-by coming and going, but the most obvious trace of spiritual power was a tea tree seedling that was of the same origin as the master. The tea tree seedling's spiritual power mark was everywhere here, so arrogant that it was not concealed.

He did not go towards the aisle but stayed in the lobby. There were books everywhere on the tables in the lobby. Some were open, some were closed, and some had bookmarks inside. Although there were many of them, it was not messy.

On the table behind the counter, where the gentleman usually sat, there were several books and an unfinished piece of paper with half a page of handwriting on it. Looking at those familiar words, Canglong could almost imagine the gentleman sitting here and writing gently.

He thought about the news he had received and understood that the teacher had gone to Kunlun to be a teacher and was now preparing lessons for those children. Even though he had almost lost all his memories after waking up ten thousand years later, the teacher's serious and responsible character had not changed.

However... Canglong flipped through the lesson plan written by the teacher and felt that his teaching method was still too gentle. Cultivation is to fight against the sky, to face difficulties and all kinds of suffering. Such a gentle method cannot cultivate a strong person.

During the time he was replacing Mr., he had to teach the children of Kunlun. His methods were not as gradual as Mr.'s. As long as they didn't die and had no sequelae, why should he go easy on them? If he didn't squeeze them to the extreme, how could he know the bottom line of their potential?

When teaching and educating people, we must never be soft-hearted.

Canglong picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, took a new piece of paper, sat down... and started writing the lesson plan.

*

"Grass!"

Yu Tu sat up from the bed in Kunlun dormitory, grabbed his hair in frustration, and swore a rare word.

He and his vest have lost contact again! !

Just like the last time in the Kunlun Forbidden Land, he could sense that his vest was still there, but he just couldn't get in touch with it or determine its location.

Where on earth did Canglong get his vest?

Yu Tu closed his eyes dully. Because of the severe pain before, after he became blind, the connection between the consciousness of the vest and the original body was broken. He had no idea what happened after the sea of ​​fire.

Those five people from the Special Bureau that he had rescued with great difficulty, please don't let anything happen to them!

Yu Tu opened his watch and subconsciously wanted to tell Elder Di Xiu about Canglong's attack on his vest, but after clicking on the dialogue box and typing halfway, he stopped hesitantly.

The incident of Canglong attacking Majia happened unexpectedly. How could he, a newly grown tea tree seedling, know about it in such a short time?

Yu Tu felt that his brain was a little stuck. The severe pain that was transmitted synchronously from the vest was still residual. But no matter what, they had to be on guard against the sudden appearance of a dangerous person like Canglong!

Yu Tu gritted his teeth and decided to unilaterally destroy the fact that "he is related to Marquis Buye by blood". Since everyone had basically acquiesced, he might as well make it clear now! Marquis Buye was mysterious in the eyes of others, so it was normal for his own child to have some blood relationship with him, right?

After making a mental note, Yu Tu sent all the contents to Elder Di Xiu, unaware that his words had caused chaos from the Grass and Wood Clan to the Alien Bureau and other places.

Except for the things he couldn't explain, Yu Tu said everything he could say, and then he fell back, intending to conserve his energy to deal with what might happen tomorrow. However, he found that he couldn't sleep - such a serious thing had happened, and no one would be able to sleep.

Yu Tu turned over and over, and after a final howl, he got up and began to practice magic. Since he couldn't sleep, he decided to find something to do.

After daybreak, Yu Tu reluctantly dealt with the concerns of his classmates and went to Kunlun's classroom. Logically, today was the first day that the Marquis of Nevernight taught them, but his vest was nowhere to be found, and he probably wouldn't come back to attend class.

Yu Tu was lost in thought when he suddenly heard a slight noise. He looked in the direction of the sound and the expression on his face froze instantly - he saw "Bu Ye Hou" standing on the podium.

Yu Tu: “???”

If his subconscious perception had not been unable to enter the vest, he would have thought that the vest had returned.

Canglong released the small tea sapling and pushed back the feeling of sticking. He once again felt that the teacher's teaching method was too gentle. It was simply inappropriate for adults to still act like a spoiled child.

"I am Buyehou, the teacher who will be teaching you this year." Canglong flipped through the lesson plan he had written overnight, "Everyone, please introduce yourselves."

"Yu Tu, let's start with you."