"What are you looking at? Even if I watch him here for three days and three nights, he won't be able to stand up. If he can stand up, I will wipe the tombstones on the entire Yingling Mountain..."
Zong Yuquan shook his head, turned around slowly, and spoke while turning around, but before he finished speaking, his pupils began to dilate, and the words that were already in his throat could not be said no matter what.
Because in his line of sight, a figure was gradually rising. Although the posture was a little distorted, it was really rising.
As his body continued to twist, the thorns on his back were pierced into the flesh and blood on his back. The blood continued to slide from his body and dripped on the ground, but he seemed to feel pain.
Don't care about any of this.
"Second Elder, you are an elder, you can't keep your word, right? I think the tombstones on this mountain really need to be wiped. When are you going to start?"
Next to him, Zhao Ziling suppressed a smile, looked at the almost endless number of tombstones around him, and began to imagine the scene in his mind of the second elder wiping the tombstones.
When Zong Yuquan heard Zhao Ziling's words, his whole old face turned black, and there was a trace of redness under this dark face.
Because the figure who was gradually standing up was none other than Han Momo. The guy who had been kneeling in Yingling Mountain for three years and even the palace master himself did not persuade him to stand up was now struggling to stand up.
He had been kneeling for too long, and the meridians in his feet had lost their vitality. If it weren't for his spiritual power, they would have been disabled long ago, so his posture looked extremely awkward.
"Three years ago, I chose to let them sleep here, but every word they said before they left still echoes in my ears."
"It is precisely because of this that I am here to atone for their sins. Three years later, the same choice is placed in front of me. It is really ironic."
"You are right. I was able to survive three years ago not because I was strong enough, nor because I was lucky enough, but because the seventy-four disciples of the Temple who were buried on the Mount of Heroes stood in the way without hesitation.
In front of me."
"Because they died, I survived."
Han Momo's cloudy eyes were undergoing visible changes due to his continuous standing, and wisps of bright light were gradually emanating from the bottom of his eyes.
"In the past three years, I have asked myself countless times, what would I choose if I had to do it again? At first, regret filled my mind completely, so the answers I got were almost always that I would choose to take them away instead of going there.
Die."
"This kind of thinking began to change after half a year. After calming down, I found that no matter how many times I did it again, the answer in my heart was the same, the same choice, and the same result."
Han Momo raised his head slightly, a trace of pain flashed across his face. Although the result was the same every time, what was more cruel than the result was that the choice at that time was already the best choice.
"You are wrong about one thing."
After a moment of silence, Han Momo slowly turned around and looked at Qin Changan in front of him. Looking at the latter's young face, an unnatural smile slowly appeared on his face.
"This time, the one who makes the choice is not me, but you."
"Not only because of your dozens of disciples trapped in the Warhammer Ground, but also the fate of the entire Beidao Shrine may change because of your decision."
"So, tell me now, do you still need me to leave Mount Yingling with you and go to Warhammer?"
Han Momo's face showed a trace of solemnity. Although the situation was different, when he made the decision, his mood was exactly the same as Qin Changan's now.
In the past three years, he asked himself countless times whether it would change if he tried it again, but he never found the answer.
Now Qin Changan's appearance may be able to give him an answer, because his current situation is even more severe than his own at the beginning, and he wants to see how this little guy chooses.
"Senior Brother Han, you think too highly of me. I am just an ordinary disciple who has just joined the Beidao Shrine. I have not even started to become a disciple yet. So now, I am not even an inner disciple in the Beidao Shrine.
Not on."
"I believe that until my talent is redeemed, my status in the North Dao Shrine will not change. Therefore, I am myself."
"So, I must go to Warhammer Land. Whether you are willing to go with me or not, I will find a way to save them, even if I cannot save the last person."
Qin Changan looked at Han Mo Mo with a smile on his face. He knew that Beidao Shrine valued his talent very much, but after losing his parents since he was a child and struggling in the Youlang Mountains, he understood that before his strength had grown enough
To the extent that it attracts attention, all attention is just a cold look on the sidelines.
It might even be adding insult to injury.
Han Momo didn't speak, but looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, who was slightly thin, but showed a willow-like willow. At this moment, he seemed to see an extremely huge figure in his body.
He was right. Although his talent was very strong, Beidao Shrine urgently needed seventh-grade blood as the candidate for the next palace master, but Beidao Shrine was a powerful sect that had been passed down for hundreds of years.
It is absolutely impossible to entrust the entire sect to Qin Changan before he has grown up.
This guy looks young, but he didn't expect that his personality would not change under the influence of those old guys since he could see things so clearly.
Looking at the determined expression on Qin Changan's face, a smile gradually appeared on his face, but due to long-term muscle stiffness, the smile looked a little weird.
This scene fell in the eyes of Zhao Ziling behind him, and he couldn't help but shiver all over. Could it be that Senior Brother Han, who has been kneeling here for three years, has lost his normal mind?
Could it be that he wanted to kill Qin Changan because he was disturbed by Qin Changan?
Han Momo bowed and picked up the two short knives stuck on the ground, inserted them into the scabbards on his waist, and stroked the two knives one on the left and one on the right as if he was intoxicated.
Feeling the lines on the scabbard with his fingertips, a familiar feeling gradually rose from his heart, and a stream of heat continued to flow through his body.
"Let's go and let me see what you are capable of boasting about. If I find out that you are just a boastful young man from an aristocratic family, I will chop off your head."
"You are the first person who dares to scold me in Yingling Mountain."
Han Momo walked towards the edge of the square, in the direction of Zong Yuquan, with strange steps and very slow speed, even stopping for a while every time he took a step.
Qin Changan, who had not yet had time to be happy, suddenly turned into a bitter smile when he heard what he said. He didn't mention anything before. He thought that Senior Brother Han didn't care, but he didn't expect to be waiting for me here.
When the two people came to Zong Yuquan and Zhao Ziling one after another, the shock on Zong Yuquan's face still did not dissipate, and the shock in his heart could not calm down for a long time.
He couldn't figure out why Qin Changan could convince this man who was almost forgotten.
"Elder Zong, I have succeeded in what I promised you. Can I trouble you to make some arrangements about going to the Warhammer Land?"
Qin Changan looked at Zong Yuquan, who was staring with his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He probably never thought that he could convince Han Momo to walk out of Yingling Mountain.
"I'll be ready."
The corner of Zong Yuquan's mouth twitched slightly, but his eyes never left Han Momo.
"You should go see your master. He has not had a good life because of you these years..."
"After the incident in Warhammer Land is over, I will go to see him as soon as possible. In recent years, the Second Elder has been troubled by my affairs."
Han Momo bowed slightly to Zong Yuquan. After all, he was the second elder of the North Dao Shrine and theoretically his uncle. He had also come to Yingling Mountain to persuade him several times in the past few years.
Although Zong Yuquan was still in a daze and couldn't believe that this was really happening in front of him, he still took them back to the small courtyard before and hurriedly left.
But what Han Momo said next made him almost fall to the ground.
"Second Elder, when you clean the tombstones, please help me clean the tombstones of the seventy-four brothers."