Such a big thing happened, Tang Sanmu didn't know how to explain it to the outside world, and he was in a state of confusion.
In this battle, too many people died, and the most tragic ones were the families of those who arranged the Dragon-Slaying Platform.
The people who arranged the dragon-slaying platform all inhaled too much red flowers, so the doves occupied the magpie's nest and took away their bodies.
It can be said that the cause was planted by oneself.
However, their family members died innocently and tragically, and may not understand what happened until their death.
After this incident, Tang Sanmu temporarily put the live broadcast on hold and took a few days off.
He went to find some people.
The warlocks who have helped me before, and the warlocks I met in the live broadcast room.
For example, Zhou Qingqing, Ground Dragon, etc.
Many of the warlocks in the live broadcast room had Tang Sanmu teach them their skills, and he personally visited them to test their level of learning skills.
I hope they can quickly reach the point where they can stand alone.
As well as Ye Xiaotao and other sorcerers who were already very knowledgeable, Tang Sanmu also picked out some essences from the "Illustrated Book of Hundred Arts" and taught them to them.
Let their spells be purer and more powerful.
The technique has been passed down to this day, and it seems to have become more prosperous, with more and more people learning it.
But in fact it has been declining because more and more things are being lost.
Even a large number of people cannot make up for the lost void.
The book "Illustrated Book of Hundred Arts" is very magical. It not only records hundreds of arts, but these spells do not seem to belong to this era.
This seems to record the techniques of the prosperous period, which are more complete and profound.
Nowadays, although many warlocks have achieved some success in their studies, they are only half-finished. Tang Sanmu helps them based on the original knowledge, so that they can become more perfect.
I have visited many warlocks these days and asked them to pass on the skills they have learned to their fellow practitioners.
These people were naturally very grateful for having learned the art of perfection, and some of them knelt down and called Tang Sanmu respectfully as "teacher".
Tang Sanmu quickly stopped him and sighed: "This teacher is someone else."
After visiting many metaphysics experts, Tang Sanmu came to Miao territory again, hoping to find the Feng Shui master and the Gu girl.
He wanted to ask more clearly about Lingbao Pavilion.
But after arriving at the place, they found that the white frost had melted and the Feng Shui array had disappeared.
Miki's heart skipped a beat and she muttered softly: "Is anything going to happen?"
Walking into the cave, the ice and snow melted, but there was no trace of the two bodies.
Tang Sanmu sighed: "I hope they just left."
At the last stop, he came to the place where he had lived since childhood, deep in the mountains and inside a Taoist temple.
This place is called Shenji Pavilion.
It is a stable place for countless practitioners in their later years. They do not care about worldly affairs and only seek the path to immortality.
It's still the same here, even though such a big thing happened outside, the yin and yang are almost reversed, and the four seasons are almost chaotic.
They also remain indifferent to worldly affairs and have no plans to come out.
Tang Sanmu looked at these familiar people with a wry smile, sitting cross-legged with an air of immortality.
And just as he walked into the depths of Shenji Pavilion and visited his former teachers one by one, he suddenly heard waves of curses coming from a small room at the end.
"After so many years, why are people's game playing skills getting worse and worse?
Can you please give me more food? Are you all pigs?"
This kind of voice is somewhat familiar to me, yet unfamiliar to me at the same time.
After pondering for a while, maybe I heard it when I was sleeping after being poisoned by corpse poison.
After I woke up, this room had always been empty, but the old men often came to tidy it up.
Tang Sanmu didn't ask, he only knew that a very important person must have lived here.
No one knows where he went or why this room remained empty for so many years.
Tang Sanmu wanted to go into the room to take a look, but was stopped by his master: "He is in a bad temper right now, so you'd better not disturb him."
"Is it so exaggerated?" Miki asked with a smile.
"Besides, now is not the time to meet."
When the master said this, Tang Sanmu could only nodded, turned and left.
The last stop was over and Tang Sanmu returned home.
I have been to many places during this period, and I have been delayed for more than half a month.
There are no major abnormalities in the sky, the sun and moon alternate, and the four seasons are distinct.
Everything seems to be moving in the normal direction, at least on the surface it seems that way.
That night, Tang Sanmu tidied up, took a deep breath, and turned on the live broadcast.
It’s been a long time since I’ve done a live broadcast, and it feels strange.
And as soon as he went online, millions of people poured into the live broadcast room.
After what happened last time, Tang Sanmu didn't notice the change in the number of his fans.
Now when I look at it, I find that the number of fans has grown to more than 2 million.
"Master Tang, you finally started the live broadcast! I have always wanted to see your style!"
"Master Tang is back, and the youth of my friends is also back!"
"Master Tang, will we still follow the same rules from now on?"
Tang Sanmu nodded: "Old rules, but in the days to come, I will add another item."