"How is it? Interesting, right?" Yu Jiaojiao's voice sounded in Song Shuhang's ears.
Song Shuhang: "…"
"I was staring at the plaque occasionally, and this line of words suddenly flashed before my eyes. I tried several times, but I had to stare at the bottom right corner of the plaque from a special angle, and this line of words would flash before my eyes. Then, I immediately thought of you. Don't you think it's a coincidence? Fellow Daoist Song One? "Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang: "No, I changed my daoist name. From the moment I showed my divinity, please call me Ba Song. "
— Such a message appeared on the plaque of the Dragon King Palace. Since ancient times, who knew how many descendants of dragons had seen this message. F * ck, I have to use Song One's daoist name carefully in the future, lest I encounter unreasonable descendants of dragons who suddenly put a sack over my head and beat me up.
"Hahahaha." Yu Jiaojiao giggled.
Song Shuhang continued to stare at the plaque. As long as he stared at the bottom right corner, the line of words would float before his eyes again — "Idiot Song One, die 10,000 times."
Like the plaque, this line of words was also written in the ancient language, and the person who wrote this line of words had unfathomable strength. When people saw these words, they could immediately deduce their meaning.
This sentence did not seem like a curse … Instead, it seemed like a joke between good friends, but it also contained a strong sense of resentment. What did Song One do to make the person who left this line of words so resentful?
"Was this plaque written by a senior of your dragon race?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Hmm, the specific era is unknown. However, the person who left this plaque was a pure-blooded True Dragon, "Yu Jiaojiao said enviously.
"True Dragon?" Song Shuhang seemed to vaguely recall something.
"That's not all. Let's continue forward. There are many interesting records. I searched the Dragon King Palace for a long time before I found them, "Yu Jiaojiao said.
Then, Jiaojiao directed Song Shuhang to advance.
After entering the Dragon King Palace, the mosaic became even more exaggerated. It was a full-screen mosaic, and one could only occasionally see small tables and chairs. Song Shuhang could only follow Jiaojiao's instructions and move forward, left or right, or turn.
Finally, the two of them arrived before a painting.
It was a huge painting of a divine beast. This divine beast seemed to be a type of chimera. It was formed from thirty-six types of beasts, but overall, it looked very awe-inspiring.
"Look at the bottom right corner as well." Yu Jiaojiao giggled.
Song Shuhang stared at the bottom right corner for a while, and another sentence floated past his eyes — "Song One, you bald thief, bald thief, bald thief!"
How much resentment did the person who left this string of words have to be to call him 'darn baldy' three times in a row?
Song Shuhang was speechless.
"How is it? How is it? Does it feel good? Esteemed Monk Ba Song! " Yu Jiaojiao's laughter could be heard. One could imagine her laughing so hard that she was rolling on the ground.
"Was this painting also left behind by a True Dragon senior of your dragon race?" Song Shuhang asked.
"Of course. You can tell from the handwriting that the two messages are exactly the same." Jiaojiao giggled.
Song Shuhang fell silent.
True Dragon … Song One … and the name 'darn baldy'. These keywords immediately made him recall a memory.
Not long after he came out of the 'mysterious island', he had entered another dream.
During that 'dream', he had obtained some of the memory fragments that he had lost on the 'mysterious island'. In the dream, he and Little Nun Nine Lanterns were drilling through a stone wall and finally entered an ancient tomb.
There were ten ancient coffins.
In the center was a crystal coffin, and there were nine ancient bronze coffins that surrounded the crystal coffin.
And in that crystal coffin, there was a pure white True Dragon buried.
The moment he saw the True Dragon, his mind suddenly shook, and he was brought into a strange spiritual space. Over there, the pure white True Dragon was vivid and lifelike, soaring in the huge colorful clouds. When it saw 'Song Shuhang', it suddenly shouted, "Bah! Darn baldy, eat my claw!"
At the same time, it stretched out its claw and fiercely slapped Song Shuhang. After slapping the claw, the small white dragon jumped up and down happily like a child, shouting while jumping, "Awesome!"
But after happily shouting a few times, it said gloomily, "Ah … F * ck, I hit the wrong person."
The person who left these words couldn't be related to the White Dragon in the crystal coffin on the mysterious island, right? Song Shuhang thought to himself.
Apart from this, he also thought of 'Slow-Witted Song', the fellow that he suspected to be Reiki's scapegoat.
This Song One … couldn't be Slow-Witted Song, right?
"Are there any other messages?" Song Shuhang asked — — he hoped to find some clues to see if this Song One and Slow-Witted Song were the same person.
"Yes, continue to follow me," Yu Jiaojiao said, and then guided Song Shuhang forward.
Under the guidance of Yu Jiaojiao, Song Shuhang shuttled back and forth in the mosaic for a long time.
Finally, he arrived in front of a half-human statue. This statue was carved from ordinary wood, but it was protected by a powerful formation and Runes, so that it could exist in the world for a long time without rotting.
The half-human statue seemed to have been deliberately cut off at the waist, leaving only the lower half. Judging from the lower half of the body, it seemed to be a man wearing a scholarly robe.
"Also, look at the lower right corner. No, it's the position of the right foot. You can see the position of the shoe if you look carefully, "Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang stared at the statue's right foot for a while, and sure enough, another line of text popped up in front of his eyes.
[Surnamed Song, Slow-Witted, Slow-Witted, Slow-Witted!]
Song Shuhang: "…"
For some reason, when he saw this half-human wooden statue, Song Shuhang only felt a faint pain in his waist, as if he had been cut off at the waist.
Is it really Slow-Witted Song?
"Is there more?" Song Shuhang asked bitterly. He had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Hehehehe, of course there is more. The best is yet to come. "Yu Jiaojiao giggled.
Under her guidance, Song Shuhang moved forward with difficulty in the mosaic …
Soon after, he came to a small study. There was only one bookshelf in the study, and it was filled with all kinds of books. However, it was not a divine technique or a secret technique, so it was not blocked by the [Contract Power].
"Third row, sixth book, white diary, take it out," Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang did as he was told and stepped forward to take out the white diary-like booklet.
This booklet seemed to be made of silk, light and soft.
"Turn it to the last page and look carefully at the bottom right corner," Yu Jiaojiao said.
Song Shuhang suddenly complained, "Jiaojiao, are you really cultivating in the Dragon King Palace, not playing detective games?"
The plaque, the painting, the half-human wooden statue, and the diary on the bookshelf all had no connection with each other, but they all hid the ancient true dragon's message. How long did it take Yu Jiaojiao to find these things?
"Hahaha, do you think you can only bury yourself in cultivation in the Dragon King Palace? The Dragon King Palace is very particular about the balance between work and rest. There are rules for cultivation time and rest time. Moreover, searching for things in the Dragon King Palace is not a waste of time or a game … It's to find your own opportunities! "Yu Jiaojiao said proudly.
"Opportunities?" Song Shuhang flipped open the Japanese diary.
"There are countless opportunities in the Dragon King Palace. Some of them were left behind by the dragon ancestors who first built the Dragon King Palace, and some were added later by the mighty dragons. When you cultivate in the Dragon King Palace, as long as you have the heart, you can always find some fortuitous encounters and improve your strength by leaps and bounds. It's not a dream. This is also the reason why the Dragon King Palace attracts young people to cultivate in seclusion. " Yu Jiaojiao said, "So, I'm not playing detective games … I have a feeling that maybe the message hidden in these miscellaneous items will bring me a big opportunity! Shuhang, your luck has always been good. I might be able to borrow your hand to find this opportunity! "
Song Shuhang said, "That's why you're playing with confidence."
"Hehehehe, stop talking. Look. If I can really find an opportunity, I'll be rich — this is an opportunity left by my ancestor true dragon, it will definitely increase my strength. "Yu Jiaojiao giggled.
Song Shuhang said, "What if there's no opportunity? What if it's just the resentful ramblings of your ancestor true dragon? "
Yu Jiaojiao said, "That doesn't matter. At least let 'Fellow Daoist Song One' look at these ramblings and see the expression of your resentful thoughts. That's not bad."
Song Shuhang said, "Our friendship is over!"
Yu Jiaojiao said, "Stingy."
At this time, Song Shuhang opened the diary and stared at the lower right corner.
[Hey, Slow-Witted Song … If I die one day, will you cry for me?]
The handwriting of this sentence was still the same, but the words were much thinner and more elegant, not as domineering as before.
But when he saw this sentence, Song Shuhang felt his scalp go numb, and he shuddered fiercely.
He vaguely heard the voice of a woman whispering in his ear, repeating the sentence, "Hey, Slow-Witted Song … If I die one day, will you cry for me?"
Song Shuhang didn't know how to describe his current state, and after a long time, he finally said, "Heavens."
Song One = Slow-Witted Song.
Slow-Witted Song = his first Reiki.
Therefore, apart from 'heavens', Song Shuhang really didn't know what to say.
Yu Jiaojiao said, "What's wrong?"
Song Shuhang said, "Nothing. Let me sort out my thoughts first."
Yu Jiaojiao was immediately happy. "Shuhang, what kind of fortuitous encounter did you see?"
"Not yet, but I've confirmed some doubts in my heart," Song Shuhang said. "Let me think about it first."
He looked at the last page of the diary again, staring at the lower right corner for a moment.
[Hey, Slow-Witted Song … If I die one day …]
Die one day?
Song Shuhang asked, "Jiaojiao, what kind of true dragon was that ancestor true dragon you mentioned?"
Yu Jiaojiao replied, "A true dragon is a true dragon, there's no such thing as a type."
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