"What happened?"
"The great calamity … is the great calamity over?"
The people in the Dragon Emperor Palace looked at the fading Crystal Glazed Pagoda as if they were in a dream.
Today's great calamity was fierce, especially when Mu Zhao, who actually controlled the Dragon Emperor Palace, betrayed his own bloodline and let the enemy in, imprisoning a large number of loyal Dragons.
When they saw the Crystal Glazed Pagoda turn blood red, the knowledgeable people in the Dragon Emperor Palace had already closed their eyes and waited for death.
Who knew that in an instant, the roaring Dragon's Blood calmed down almost instantly, as if nothing had happened.
The wind was calm, the waves were calm, and the sky was clear.
The group of Dragons didn't know what happened, and only felt that they had escaped death in a trance.
After the Dragon's Blood retreated, the Dragon's Blood altar was completely broken. Princess Long was mentally and physically exhausted, and fainted, sleeping for a day and a night before waking up.
"Where's The Third Prince?"
As soon as she opened her eyes, she anxiously asked Long Po beside her.
Long Po smiled kindly and said, "He is now a distinguished guest of the Dragons, and several elders are holding a banquet. Don't worry, The Third Prince's cultivation is earth-shattering. What we find difficult is a piece of cake for him. "
During the great calamity of the Dragon's Blood, Long Po had been guarding at the base of the altar at the bottom of the Crystal Glazed Pagoda, and had no time to spare.
After Shen Zhenyi used his water-suppressing technique to force the Dragon's Blood back into the eye of the Dragon's Blood, she escaped and rushed to the top of the pagoda, only to see Shen Zhenyi's back floating away.
— — And Princess Long, who was staring blankly at Shen Zhenyi's back.
His back was bleak like snow, and his sword was like a dragon.
This scene … was all too familiar to both Long Po and Princess Long.
Princess Long's gaze unconsciously turned to the bedroom wall.
There was a three-foot scroll hanging on the wall. The paper had already turned yellow, and there was only a back in the painting.
A three-foot sword, an upright swordsman.
This was written by Longzu himself, drawing the benefactor who saved the Dragon Emperor Palace from the calamity five hundred years ago.
Before she caught a glimpse of it yesterday, Princess Long would never have thought or believed that this painting had anything to do with Shen Zhenyi.
However …
When he saw it yesterday, it was like a sudden clap of thunder.
The back of Shen Zhenyi as he turned and left was exactly the same as the God of Swords in the painting!
— — Princess Long had been with Shen Zhenyi for several years, but she had never looked up at his back from this angle. This time, she was suddenly enlightened!
"He … is …"
Princess Long pointed at the painting in disbelief and looked at Long Po, hoping that she could clear up her doubts.
Long Po sighed.
"At first, I didn't dare to believe it either."
It was difficult for people with the bloodline of Dragons to live for five hundred years, let alone people.
The top masters of the human race only had a lifespan of five hundred years — — If Shen Zhenyi was a master of the ninth level of the Perfected Person Realm, perhaps Long Po would think in that direction.
But he was only a young martial artist who came from the Moon Decapitation in the Nine Serenities.
How could he be a person from five hundred years ago?
Although Long Po found countless details that could be confirmed, she was still not sure. She only pinned half of her hopes on Shen Zhenyi.
Until yesterday, when he created another miracle and calmed the disaster with a wave of his hand, Long Po was able to be sure.
"If I'm not wrong …" Long Po looked at Princess Long, shook her head, and said, "The Third Prince is the mysterious swordsman who saved our Dragon Emperor Palace five hundred years ago and is on good terms with Long Zu!"
How could it be?
Princess Long's first reaction was disbelief.
She smiled bitterly and said, "Although … it's really similar, the Third Young Master Shen came from the Moon Decapitation ten years ago and was originally born in the Nine Serenities. Before the Dragon Emperor Palace contacted him, they investigated clearly. He was originally the Third Young Master of the Abandoned Sword Villa in the Nine Serenities and was born less than ten years ago. "
"Then the investigation was wrong."
Long Po shook her head firmly.
She didn't know the reason, but only the Sword God could suppress the Dragon's Blood in this way.
— — In this world, there couldn't be anyone else.
Princess Long was stunned for a moment.
Among the Dragons, who didn't see this mysterious benefactor as their idol?
She grew up by Long Po's side and always looked at the back of this portrait, fantasizing about what this hero would look like.
But she never thought that she would never notice Shen Zhenyi after being by his side for so long.
Long Po looked at her with a smile, but there was a trace of pity in her eyes. She lowered her head and coughed a few times.
That afternoon, Long Po met with Shen Zhenyi in the quiet room.
"Thank you for saving the lives of tens of thousands of people in the Dragon Emperor Palace."
She knelt on the ground and thanked Shen Zhenyi with pious etiquette.
"It's just a small matter, you're welcome."
Shen Zhenyi waved his hand.
To him, it was really a small matter.
This was for the karma of hundreds of years ago. No matter what, he would help.
"As agreed with you before, I present the Shala Fritillary Leaf."
Long Po respectfully brought out a coral box. After opening it, there was a soft light and a piece of green jade Fritillary Leaf lying quietly inside.
It was indeed the world's most precious Shala Fritillary Leaf.
Shen Zhenyi had rushed to the Ninth Heaven for this thing, but to no avail. He didn't expect to receive it here.
"Thank you."
He didn't pretend to decline. He reached out and accepted it, casually putting it away.
"Now that I've received the treasure of the Dragons, if the Dragon Emperor Palace is in trouble in the future, I may help again."
The people of the Dragons still knew how to conduct themselves. They were very polite again and again, giving Shen Zhenyi no reason to refuse.
"Thank you, benefactor!"
Long Po was overjoyed and bowed her head even lower.
The next time — might be another five hundred years later, but as long as the benefactor made a promise, he would definitely do it.
Back then, the Dragon Ancestor had always said these words.
Long Po didn't understand the meaning when she was young. Now that she thought about it, she was even more amazed.
She deliberated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Benefactor, five hundred years have passed, do you still remember me?"
Shen Zhenyi sighed slightly.
An old friend was in front of him. Although her hair was white, how could he not recognize her?
"Back then … you were always by Longzu's side. You were just a budding flower, known as the most beautiful girl among the Dragons. Of course I remember."
Shen Zhenyi's words were tantamount to admitting that he was the one who saved the Dragon Emperor Palace from its calamity five hundred years ago!
Venerable Father's face revealed a look of surprise and joy.
Even … a little shyness.
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