The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Grandfather led Xiao Chen to find the divine dragon who was about to die.

This is a kind old man, his hair is carefully combed without any mess. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly told the vicissitudes of time.

The old man looked in good spirits, but Xiao Chen could feel that the old man's energy was gone.

The old man lived alone in a valley, and there was a deep pool of water in the center of the valley.

Seeing Grandpa and Xiao Chen coming, the old man was not surprised, it seemed that Grandpa had discussed it with the old man in advance.

"Coming!" The old man sitting on the edge of the deep pool saw Xiao Chen and nodded slightly.

Xiao Chen also nodded in return, "Master, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

"Hehe!" The old man smiled and shook his head: "I'm such a bad old man, I've stayed in this mountain of no return all my life, and I haven't done anything good or bad. This will be of some help in the near future, and it can be regarded as a little comfort. Bar!"

Regarding death, the old man has no fear, and is even very indifferent. Perhaps it is because he has lived for too long and has no nostalgia for this world.

The old man took out a wine gourd, unplugged it slowly, and poured the wine in the gourd gently into the deep pool.

Solemn as a farewell ceremony.

Xiao Chen and Grandpa just watched quietly without disturbing.

"At that time, I was only three feet long, and I stayed in the pool, looking out of the water every night to watch the moon." The old man spoke softly, as if he was talking to himself, or talking to the deep pool.

"At that time, I always thought that it would be great to go to the moon one day." The old man laughed to himself, as if he was quite emotional about the unrestrained imagination when he was young.

"Growing up and turning into a dragon, I don't have the spirit anymore, and I don't know how I survived this life."

As the old man said, he poured the last drop of wine from the gourd into the deep pool, and the deep pool rippled for the last time, and gradually became quiet.

The old man put the gourd on the ground and said softly: "Little guy, I will give you this gourd. It is good for wine. Young people should drink some wine."

Xiao Chen nodded silently, but didn't make a sound.

"Over the years, you've done it several times, and each time it's like dying, and you've never told me what it's like to die..."

As the old man spoke, his voice gradually became weaker, and finally stopped.

The valley became quiet, only the pool water gently rolled up a little wave, hitting the old man's body.

The old man left, quietly and calmly.

It was the first time Xiao Chen saw that a power in the realm of a false emperor, like an ordinary person, left this world peacefully, without any regrets or complaints, everything was so natural.

Xiao Chen's heart was very heavy, because Xiao Chen knew that he might never enjoy this kind of peace and nature.

Xiao Chen stepped forward and hung the wine gourd around his waist, and picked up the dead old man.

At this moment, thunderclouds began to gather in the sky, and the bright sky turned dark in an instant.

Thunderclouds almost obscured the entire sky, forming a huge vortex.

The vortex slowly turned, and for a while there was a storm of wind and thunder, which was very frightening.

However, the hundreds of millions of mountain ghosts who did not return to the mountain stayed quietly without making any noise. It seemed that all the mountain ghosts were silently seeing the old man off.

Gradually, a colorful light appeared in the center of the huge thundercloud vortex, and the light came directly, shining in the valley where the old man was.

The old man's body seemed to be supported by an invisible hand, trying to get away from Xiao Chen and fly upwards.

Xiao Chen let go of his hand, and the old man's body rose into the sky under the light of divine light.

"Grandpa, I'll be back as soon as I go, tell Mingyue." Xiao Chen said to Grandpa.

Grandpa nodded, and said earnestly: "Xiaochen, tell him well, don't do anything."

Xiao Chen smiled: "Don't worry, I have a very good relationship with the Dragon Clan."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "That's good, that's good."

Xiao Chen followed the old man's body and floated towards the center of the thundercloud vortex.

Suddenly a huge blue eye appeared in the very center of the vortex, staring closely at Xiao Chen.

These eyes are as big as a small sun, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of giant the owner of these eyes is.

"Master Qinglong, don't you recognize me?" Xiao Chen smiled and waved to those eyes.

Of course Xiao Chen knew the owner of this eye, it was the protector of the Dragon Tomb, and probably the strongest dragon in the starry sky, a guy whose strength was infinitely close to that of the Great Emperor.

The cyan eyes rolled around, revealing a look of disgust.

But soon, a dragon's beard as huge as a pillar of the sky stretched out from the vortex, and the dragon's beard rolled up the corpses of Xiao Chen and the old man and disappeared into the vortex.

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The first quarter moon hangs high in the night sky, and the faint silver light slantly shines on the rows of cold stone tablets.

The desolate wind whispered lonely, and an ancient song sounded in the air, mourning for the dead who sleep here.

It was the first time for Xiao Chen to come here, looking at the legendary Shenlong Graveyard in front of him, he was a little disappointed to be honest.

It's normal, not at all what I imagined.

The Dragon Tomb in Xiao Chen's imagination should be a noble and cold place, but the coldness did exist, but the nobility didn't see it.

Even the old man's body was casually buried by Lord Qinglong who smashed a hole with the dragon's beard, erected a monument and buried it casually.

Xiao Chen raised his head, looked at the green dragon who could only see the head, and asked: "Is this the end?"

Why can I only see the head, because Qinglong is so big that only one head occupies the entire space.

"Then what else do you want? Beat the gongs and drums and cry?" Qinglong replied angrily.

Xiao Chen almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: "At least there should be a sense of ritual, it always feels weird for you to dig a hole and bury it casually."

"Come quietly, go quietly, I think it's good." Qinglong shook his head, and a gust of wind blew through the entire space.

"All right, you have the final say on your territory." Xiao Chen didn't bother to say anything more, "By the way, you should have medicinal materials like Jiulong Jialan here, right?"

"That girl Xianxian often talks about you." Master Qinglong didn't answer Xiao Chen, but talked about something else.

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes straight when he heard this, and joked: "Master Qinglong, are you going to change your career and get old?"

"It's not impossible, I can accept you as a slender husband." Qinglong nodded his head seriously, but it caused another gust of wind.

"You... have nothing to do all day long?" Xiao Chen heard his head buzzing, this old dragon is really a pain in the ass.

"It's nothing." Qinglong blinked and continued: "How about it, think about it?"