Versatile mage: I am lucky

Chapter 99: Dear, you have finally come to see me.

"How did you do it?" Apasi's eyes widened. She couldn't destroy the Eternal Lotus. It would be fine if Mo Yu used powerful magic to destroy it, but why did it disappear as soon as she touched it? ?

"You can understand that I refined it." Mo Yu said, he was very satisfied with the talent he received.

The demon lotus has disappeared, and the road to the depths of the tomb is open. Apasi follows Mo Yu closely. She doesn’t know if it is an illusion, but she feels that Mo Yu smells so good...

"How come there is such a statue?" After walking some distance, Apasi was a little surprised.

The road ahead is full of lifelike statues. In addition, all the statues are made of white jade, and they look very similar to the woman's fair and jade-smooth skin.

The most important thing is that these sculptures are all women with graceful figures and slender feet. They have different postures, either bowing their heads, saluting, kneeling, or smiling. When you walk by them, you feel like they are the same. An emperor has a long queue of beauties from his harem to greet him.

In order to show that these women are the king's favorites, they were not wearing any clothes during the carving process. They were so charming and charming that it was really difficult to regard them as just smooth sculptures.

"There is nothing surprising. After all, he is the emperor. The three palaces and six courtyards are normal." Mo Yu didn't show anything special, but from his aesthetic point of view, these sculptures are very beautiful.

"Then do you like these very much?" Apasi looked directly at Mo Yu.

"Everyone has a love for beauty. I like them all, but if conditions permit, I prefer living ones." Mo Yu said it lightly, making no secret of his preference.

"Is this so..." Apasi thought thoughtfully.

Passing through the jade sculptures that spread for unknown distances, a gradually narrowing jade platform appeared in front of it. The two sides turned into empty darkness, and it felt like they were gradually walking down the slope towards the cliff.

The black wind whimpered and kept circling on both sides of the stone platform cliff. It seemed that if anyone didn't step on the ground for a moment, it would be blown into the abyss.

Stepping onto the cliff, the wind was so strong that it looked like there were tens of thousands of black sickles dancing wildly above and on both sides. Except for the stone platform cliff where you could stay, the other empty darkness was a dead zone!

"This Death Wind should belong to a powerful Heavenly Seed, and its value is not low." Mo Yu said, and began to think about how to take this Heavenly Seed away... and if there is a chance, just take away the entire tomb. .

Arch bridges appeared at the end of the stone platform cliff. These arch bridges were not small bridges over flowing water, but majestic and majestic flying arch bridges. The gray-white bridge body was like a dragon flying over it, sinking into deeper darkness.

There are ten dragon arch bridges in total, and there is no end in sight at a glance. Although those death-defying winds dance wildly with their scythes, the dragon arch bridges seem not to be destroyed by this force.

"What does this mean?" Apasi asked.

"This is called the Bridge of Nine Deaths, nine of which lead to the place of death, and one bridge leads to the place where the ancient king is." Mo Yu explained.

To reach the deepest part of the tomb, you must cross the bridge of nine deaths. This should be regarded as the most mysterious part of the tomb. The ancient king allows his descendants to enter his tomb, but he does not seem to allow his bloodline to appear. A bunch of useless mediocre people.

Therefore, while using the Evil Abyss to block outsiders, he also set up these tests for the descendants in the mausoleum. The Immortal Demon Lotus eliminated the weak, and the Bridge of Nine Deaths was to screen out those who were qualified to see him.

Ten majestic flying arch bridges flew over the empty cliffs of black wind, as if each one was reaching death, and like endless darkness with no end in sight.

"You should return to the contract space first. These winds pose no threat to me."

Apasi nodded obediently after hearing Mo Yu's words. If she stayed here, she would be holding him back. It seemed that she had to increase her strength quickly, otherwise she might not even be able to help at all in the future.

After Apasi returned, Mo Yu randomly chose an arch bridge. It was too troublesome to decipher it. With his luck, there was a high probability that he would be able to lead to the right path, and he could fight his way out even from death!

Of course, Mo Yu passed the correct arch bridge.

The bridge of narrow escape began to collapse, and sections of ancient jade turned into countless sections and fell into the black abyss, and were cut into pieces by the black wind.

There is only one real bridge left, and that is the altar leading to the tomb.

The altar is hidden in the endless darkness, like a stone mountain that has been floating in the cold, eternal, dark universe for an unknown number of years.

The altar is in the shape of an ice cap, and the stone steps below are huge, several times higher than a human being. The steps are not meant for people to climb at all, but more like they are used by gods and giants.

When you look at it from a distance, there are red silk hanging down from the altar, bunches one after another, distributed at the corners of each giant step. When you get closer, you realize that the red hanging silk is not silk at all, but sticky. At a certain level, the blood waterfall is flowing down.

At the edges and corners, a dragon's head is built. The blood of the waterfall spits out from the dragon's mouth and falls high. You can also hear the rumbling sound like a waterfall.

I don't know whether it is red liquid or real blood... blood that can still flow for more than two thousand years.

In comparison, the altar in Mo Yu's own mind was too simple and plain.

As you go up the long stone staircase, the entire altar begins to shrink in layers. The stairs become narrower as you go up, and gradually it reaches the point where people can step across it in one step. From this position, you can already see the top of the altar, which should be the end point.

Mo Yu looked towards the top of the altar, which was full of white jade. There was a huge jadeite in the center. The jadeite was red and crystal clear. It had sharp edges and corners and looked like countless swords stuck upside down. Forming a majestic king's throne...

The ancient king's armor should be on top.

"My beloved, you have finally come to see me." Vicissitudes of Life's hoarse voice sounded, making Mo Yu stop in his tracks.

The person on the Blood Throne was sitting there, holding his cheek with one hand, leaning slightly. He was wearing a black armor robe. The shadow cast by the edge of his helmet just hid his face, which could be seen with the light of the altar fire. Only his sharp chin and slightly raised lip corners!
Does the ancient king's armor have a host? And this beloved...

"Are you the ancient king?" Mo Yu no longer hesitated, came to the throne, saw the figure clearly, and asked involuntarily.

"Ai Qing, don't you recognize me?" the figure said. He was silent for a moment, and then laughed, "It seems that everything is going well, so good, so good! Hahaha..."

As Mo Yu frowned, the figure's laughter gradually stopped: "Ancient King, is this what future generations will call me? It doesn't sound good at all!"

"The real ancient king has long since disappeared in the years, leaving behind nothing more than an armor robe glued to his skin and the blood throne that can command the kingdom of the dead. And I just want to see you again, my beloved. The ray of soul that remains from one side will dissipate soon."

"Then can you answer a few questions for me before you dissipate?" Mo Yu didn't feel any hostility from the figure in front of him. It seemed that he couldn't fight. He wanted to know the answers to many doubts.

"There's nothing you can't do." The figure agreed.

"What state of cultivation was I when you first met me?" Mo Yu asked.

"Let me think about it... When I first saw you, you were as tall as a car rim, so you had no cultivation." The figure recalled, laughing briskly and full of nostalgia.

"As high as the rim of the car, without any cultivation... I was still a child at that time?" Mo Yu was startled, this did not match his speculation.

"Ai Qing, you don't think you can go back to the past and leave your footprints, and then go back to the future, right?" The figure tasted the meaning in Mo Yu's tone, with a little teasing in his voice. "I don't know about traveling into the past and future in other worlds, but it is absolutely impossible to do it with magic in this world. If such a thing could be done, how could my dynasty be destroyed?"

"The reason why you have the illusion of traveling through time and space is because..."

Mo Yu waited for the next step, but there was no sound from the figure. The black armor robe floated on the Blood Throne, and the reflected cold light reflected his shadow.

The figure collapsed. In other words, the remaining remnant soul of the ancient king dissipated.

There is nothing in the armor, but it can be supported and sat on it like a living person. Under the armor, there is a pair of dark red ghost eyes, staring directly at Mo Yu, as if he can see the depths of his soul through his body. Everything inside is easily understood.

Mo Yu didn't know how much to believe what the figure said. Since he hadn't gone back to the past, how should he explain all the things that happened before? Could it be said that I can still live from ancient times to the present?

"...Is this possible?" Mo Yu sighed, but unfortunately the figure disappeared at the critical moment. Then his eyes focused on the armor. If he sacrificed it, could he get the memory?
Walking in front of the armor, Mo Yu directly reached out and grabbed it. What was confusing was that the armor did not react at all and did not attach to him. It was unbelievably docile.

Sacrifice!

【What you desire】

[1. Improvement of magic power]

[2. Improvement of mental strength]

[3. Awakening of the legal system]

[4. The memory of the deceased. 】

"Four, the memory of the deceased."

...............

This autumn night is very gentle. The wind was clear and moist and gradually brought a moist coolness. The clouds cover the sky, a very light layer, soft and plump. Thousands of chirping insects in the grass are singing softly; their brisk and bright calls seem to jump up from the water, splash a little, and then slowly slide back into the water waves.

In a village located in a basin in the mountains and wild ridges of Western Shu, a girl picked up her pen and put it down again. She wanted to tell but hesitated.

She longed for the ancient moonlight: the silver stars shone brightly on every blade of grass, and the shadows of the birds' feathers were clearly cast on the sand, showing every detail. There are wind marks on the sand from the flapping wings of grass insects, thick and light moss colors, and tiny, hard-to-detect crystals. People in the villages at the foot of the mountain would take cattail leaf fans and sigh: This is a rare moonlight in hundreds of years. The water in the lotus pond flows slowly; the wind blows through the wooden bells at the corners of the eaves; the shadows of overlapping leaves spread out on the bluestone road beside the cliff, and every tree carefully collects the moonlight with its leaves.

Then, she might see that person from the window, and see the figure that she has been waiting for for a long, long time, walking up the mountain along the familiar path.

She would rush out to greet her, call her mother, take her hand and beg her to stay tonight. My mother's eyes were as gentle as the night, yet so sad.

But no. The lights beeped softly, and the clouds were flowing northward.

Her vision began to blur and she shook her head vigorously.

She was determined to wait for that person by guarding the light. Many times she fell asleep soundly in the coolness of the autumn rain, only to wake up to see a bowl of covered wonton noodles on the table in the clear sky, with a trace of warmth remaining. She hurried out the door. The flowers and leaves contained last night's raindrops, which were shaken down by the footsteps and shattered into a piece of cold mist; the distant mountains dimmed and the surrounding fields were washed away: not a single trace showed that that person had ever been there.

She could only turn back to the table and see her grandma's beautiful handwriting, writing simple instructions or blessings stroke by stroke. The paper may have been stained with warmth because it has been pressed for too long; but the handwriting is cold, thin and delicate. She didn't know if it was raining when her mother went up the mountain, or if her mother left in a hurry before she could dry her clothes by the fire.

She didn't even know why her mother left. Silent and silent.

She could only wait, waiting for her mother to appear in another quiet and gentle night, and then leave silently.

The lights are dancing, and the stars are scattered among the clouds in the distant sky. The shadows of the trees are automatic in the absence of wind.

She didn't want to sleep, didn't want to pass by him again.

She got up and took the book, spread it out under the light and read it word by word. The slightly yellowed pages have a reassuring fragrance.

"The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke."

Lu Yanyu, according to my mother, her name comes from this poem.

The wind brought cold and wet water vapor, and the night rain soaked into the mountains and forests, making a soft sound. The warmth of the light seeps into the darkness, but there is still light at the window.

Trees with yellow leaves in the rain, white-headed people under the lamp.

Maybe we have to wait a long time, a night, a day and night, a month, a year, a lifetime. Waiting for the grass and trees in the mountains to wither and flourish and reincarnate, the four seasons dancing and departing, the trajectories of the stars overlapping; waiting for the spring breeze to turn into a passerby, and the autumn water to embrace the stars.

But why not?

At least this time she would make up her mind to hold her mother and ask her why she left.

This time, just this time. They won't just pass each other by.

Maybe……

Grandma will not come back tonight.

She heard the sound of rain subside, the insects chirping again, the morning star shining in front of the window, and the gentle morning breeze like a mother's fingers stroking her hair.

The light dimmed little by little, and she lay down by the table, smelling the moist coldness in the wind, penetrating into her heart.

Maybe tonight is doomed.

Will grandma know?

The lamp and I kept watch for her again until dawn.

"Lu Shu, the appointed time is coming soon. If you really understand my wish, can you respond to it?"

……

　I owe 94,000 yuan. If I save 100,000 yuan, I will start making up.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)