"Heaven's secret is unpredictable. I and other literary saints will leave nine marks, thinking that after all eternity, wendao will be revived. Whether it can succeed or not depends on God's will. Wenye, if after all eternity, you wake up again and meet a man with a
The person who writes our pen and ink means that everyone else has failed. That person will be the last person in our literature!"
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji was shocked and suddenly understood something:
"Wen Sheng's pen and ink... Could it be that he is talking about me."
Thinking of the fragments of "Literary Saint's Pen and Ink" in his arms, Yang Ji's heart suddenly felt heavy. No wonder that person would say "You are here...".
Yang Ji never thought that the "literary pen and ink" left to him by the historian contained such a heavy responsibility.
"Wen Ye, remember. If he also fails, then Wen Dao will be completely immersed. The river of greatness will also disappear forever..."
Yang Ji's heart was heavy.
"The pen and ink of the sage of literature, the pen and ink of the sage of literature... How can I be so virtuous and capable..."
Yang Ji sighed deeply in his heart.
…
"Master. Once a teacher, always a father. This is where my disciple bids farewell!"
In the darkness, Yang Ji heard the voice and knelt on the ground with a sad tone, kowtowing loudly.
"boom!"
The cold wind was howling and the ground was covered with white snow. Yang Ji saw a figure burst out of the door with a bang. He looked at the old wooden door covered with snowflakes behind him. Countless memories flashed through his mind.
When he was five years old, he was about to freeze to death on the street. It was his master who took him in, adopted him, and fed him with his own hands...; when he was seven years old, it was his master who taught him how to read and write step by step.
Give him encouragement...
Every moment of the past twenty years comes to mind one by one.
"My master, I'm leaving..."
A line of hot tears fell, and the man left without a trace.
…………
"Boom!"
Yang Ji "saw" deep in the sky, a vast "long river" as white as snow, upright and flawless, hanging high above. In front of this "long river", the earth's mountains and rivers were like tiny particles of dust, which was breathtaking.
Suddenly, lightning flashed, the "long river" boiled, and with a loud rumbling sound, Yang Ji saw that the "long river" suddenly faded, quickly "went away" and disappeared.
"Master!"
With a mournful howl, Yang Ji saw the man kneeling on the sand, looking to the west and kowtowing violently:
"Master, don't worry. I will definitely fulfill your wish! -"
The last sound was "heartbreaking".
Yang Ji suddenly understood something, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings and emotions.
"It turns out that this is the long river of majesty, it turns out that this is his life..."
Yang Ji already understood that what he let him see was his past life.
…
Next, Yang Ji saw one scene after another. He saw that he had entered the "evil path" and was ashamed of the world; he watched him seal off his memory and consciousness, and use his supreme understanding to change from good to evil.
Become a generation of evil masters...
Everyone thinks that his humanity has been lost, but only he knows that he still maintains his original "faith" and persistence deep in his heart.
Changes of light and shadow, scenes of killings, getting stronger step by step... When the great catastrophe comes, the devil will be eradicated, and only the evil path that can be achieved quickly can achieve the last glimmer of hope.
Chapter completed!