A breeze blows.

The grassland was raining for several days, and finally Qingming was coming.

The rain was a bit strange. Even if there was a big sun on the dome, there was still raindrops, and there was no depressing feeling in my heart. The magnificent vitality was flowing up and down the mother river. The post-war reconstruction work went smoothly. After the death of King Xuejiu, a large number of followers of the tribe were thoroughly investigated. Wang Lu of the grassland imposed punishments on the guilty according to law, and the planners who directly participated in the "Bronze Platform" battle were detained.

According to the words of the White Wolf King, in the Battle of the Bronze Platform, it was not someone else who took the "Snow Eagle King Flag" but Ning Yi. The king flag was impressed by Ning Yi. According to the laws of the eight major surnames, Ning Yi had the greatest choice over the main involved in the Xuezhe King's tent... There are already many voices of "Ning Yi" surrounding this grassland.

At the bonfire dinner, the figure reappeared the gods who "Urle" two thousand years ago, which indeed impressed many people. As for the last great practitioner who turned the tide, Xiao Yuanshan's Fu Sheng vaguely revealed his identity.

It is the "Yuan" who is sleeping in the "River of Apocalypse".

If there were no "Yuan", the Tianshen Plateau would have been ravaged by two worlds in various ways, kicking around like a ball and playing around with it.

The words of "Yuan" also indirectly established the status of "Ning Yi".

Of course... whether Ning Yi is "Urle" needs to be proved by himself, and at the same time he has won the recognition of eight "king flags". If he can reproduce this miracle, then all doubts will be cleared.

However, even if it fails... the impact is not great.

"Urla" is needed on the grassland, but the times have changed. "Urla" is just a code name after all. People cannot be resurrected when they die. The gods on the grassland are actually dead. This is something that everyone knows.

Two thousand years ago, Urle brought light and long-lasting peace to this place.

They are now looking forward to what "Ning Yi" who is favored by "Yuan" can bring to the grassland.

The seven surnames were still holding meetings. Even though there were few oppositions to "Ning Yi", several grassland kings still disagreed with giving actual power to this stranger.

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On the banks of the River of Apocalypse, the breeze blows a moist breath.

The grass leaves sway.

Tian Ling'er put his hands behind her head, bored, and walked forward with her toes, kicking the frost, grass and leaves in front of her. Her eyes looked at the river water on the right side next to her, sparkling, and fish swimming in it, breaking and snake walking, the light shining, dark and bright.

Su Qin hugged Tian Yu and leaned her head gently against the man's arm.

"Urle finally went here..." Tian Yu murmured: "Can I feel that he is sleeping at the bottom of the 'Apocalypse River'?"

It's been a few days.

I have never seen "Ning Yi" return.

The disputes over "Ning Yi" by the seven major surnames continue, but in fact these disputes are nothing. Tian Yu believes that as long as Ning Yi stands in front of those grassland kings, all doubts will be broken without attack.

What is helpless is that Ning Yi has not been seen for a long time.

"Brother, don't worry... Didn't you hear what Lord Yuan said? Obviously, Urle was not injured." Tian Ling'er kicked the frost grass after frost, looking at the River of Apocalypse that was so close to him.

She took a deep breath.

This is the life she dreamed of... When she was in the Western border, she once thought that if she had the chance, she would settle in the Mother River so that she could take a walk on the banks of the Apocalypse River every day.

Lord Fu Sheng has sent someone to solve the plague in his old subordinates, and he will bring all his tribe members back to the Mother River. The Snow Eagle King's tent is basically useless, and the internal dissolution is made, and the territory is divided by the seven major surnames. Tian Yu was attracted by the White Wolf King and accepted it as his disciple. The tribe members of his tribe all have territory, not far from the Mother River.

Dreams come true.

Tian Yu smiled bitterly and said, "I really didn't hear what Lord Yuan said."

That day, his ears happened to be injured.

After the fight, he was in a state of ignorance for a long time. It was not until the White Wolf King's conversation ended that he recovered.

Tian Ling'er suddenly turned around and stood up. She looked at her brother and muttered, "I said, brother, you don't need to come to the River of Apocalypse every day, right? I think that when Urle breaks through the river, he will definitely want to see a girl with a graceful figure waiting for him, rather than a rough man like you."

Tian Yu laughed and scolded, "You, if you really like Urle, why not study and study what clothes and makeup the women in the southern world wear."

Tian Ling'er muttered, "I don't want to be like that, Urle said, it's great for me to do this now."

Tian Yu was perfunctory. He looked at his sister's angry look and smiled, "If Urle wakes up from the Apocalypse River one day, even if I am not here, I am afraid that the scene you imagine will not appear... There are ten miles of people who have not attended the bonfire dinner, and they all want to see what he looks like."

Tian Yu deliberately paused and said, "You should think about it yourself, compared to the beautiful girls in Muhe..."

I will not finish it intentionally.

The meaning of the remaining half of the sentence is obvious.

Tian Ling'er's expression suddenly changed. She touched her face and traveled for a long time to fight against Feng Shuang. Although her facial features were beautiful and belonged to the beautiful category, her skin was far inferior to those of the women who were on the banks of the Tianqi River.

She gritted her teeth, hesitated a little, thinking that she really should have put on makeup.

Behind the three of them, there was always a staggering figure hanging.

Gao Hua was walking with a crutch and slow, like an old lady over 60 years old. Unfortunately, Su Qintian Yutian Ling'er didn't even want to support him. This rough man could only grit his teeth and try to follow the steps of the three people step by step, and not to pull too much.

Gao Hua's resentful voice sounded on the banks of the River of Apocalypse.

"Hey...you wait for me..."

"Also, Tian Yu... Is your sister's words true? When I fainted that day, Lord White Wolf King personally expressed his gratitude to me?"

Tian Yu smiled and turned around, he looked helpless and looked at his close friend.

Gao Hua looked sad. He didn't even have a smile on his face in the past few days. When he woke up, this guy had just recovered from the thrill of escaping from death. Unfortunately, before he could have time to be happy, Tian Ling'er poured cold water on Gao Hua.

First, he said, Lord White Wolf King just left.

Then he vividly said, "How the White Wolf King praised Tian Yu, how he brought the Grassland King and the people to express his gratitude without any omissions, and said it in addition to the fire."

Gao Hua's face was a little surprised.

Then Tian Ling'er described the scene of Gao Hua fainting and snoring in detail, saying that several grassland kings frowned when they saw it, and Lord White Wolf King smiled bitterly and left directly.

Gao Hua's expression was ugly. He had been in a state of dismay for several days, but he had not recovered. In the past few days, Tian Yu repeatedly explained to him that what was ahead was real, but what was behind was not so exaggerated. The courage of those grassland kings was very human and they were quite tolerant of his snoring... Especially Lord White Wolf King, it was not as unbearable as Tian Ling'er said.

But this honest man really doesn't comfort people.

Gao Hua learned from Tian Yu's words that... he actually snored after fainting on such an important occasion?!

Lost in the soul, even more lost in the soul.

In addition, Tian Ling's childhood stimulation of this rough man from time to time, Gao Hua's spirit was once in a trance.

Four people, one in front and one behind, were talking and laughing, and of course, one was always in a state of dismay.

In the River of Apocalypse, a swimming fish swept out of the water, taking this scene into his eyes.

The swimming fish sank into the bottom of the river and dive against the current.

The water ripples and roams.

The swimming fish slowly fell, and there was a faint gathering of dark water tornados in the river, but there was no movement on the surface of the river. This water tornado only condensed a large young embryo at the bottom of the river.

The lowest level of the River of Apocalypse.

A young man in a black shirt was soaked in water, with his eyes closed, his expression calm. The skylight shone from the river, and through the water flowed, it shone on his slightly white cheeks.

Ning Yi's limbs swayed gently with the water flow.

The power of the new word scroll between his eyebrows is still being refined and melted.

This is a long process.

Countless swimming fish sensed this "magnificent" vitality and naturally followed them. For them, they didn't even need to eat. They just needed to be closer to the man in black shirt. They would not feel hungry in one day. The vitality that overflowed in the water was the best food.

The bottom of the Apocalypse River.

A man with wide water sleeves, pressed his hands on his knees and sat at the bottom of the river. There was a light red dot on both sides of his cheeks, and his long hair was thrown away by the water flow, swaying like ink.

"Yuan" stared at Ning Yi calmly.

There was a hint of fatigue in his eyes, and it would not take long before he would fall asleep again.

This is true after "that day". His life is less time to wake up and more time to sleep, but his long life will always last for a long day.

He once thought he could find the "answer". When he was with Urle, he traveled all over the world, watching the flowers bloom and fall, but he was always squandered from the "answer" he wanted.

Finally, it ended with falling asleep.

And today, an accidental awakening.

He seemed to have seen something he had been searching for and never got.

The body of "Yuan" and the water-sleeved robe that did not belong to this era emitted a faint light at this moment, exhaling and inhaling, opening and closing, as if sensing the breath of the sleeping young human.

He seemed to be looking at his familiar old friend.

He was a little lost and murmured.

"So, is this arranged by God...?"

The "answer" I missed at the beginning.

Two thousand years later.

Today, I found it.

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Chapter completed!