These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 663 Undercurrent surging
Bai Xingling waited for a long time.

A mysterious pure white light gate slowly appeared. When the door opened, there was a dazzling light at first, and then a paradise on earth came into view.

In the courtyard filled with flowers.

A painter in white was painting with a brush. What he was painting was a picture of "The Bone King's Ascension to the Throne", which was actually all scenes of the day when the Bone King Emperor ascended the throne.

And the picture seems to contain a world, with countless lines outlining human figures that are constantly moving.

In the picture, a group of roaring dragons are confronting the Giant Shell Elder and others.

And the Bone King Emperor, who was speaking from a high place, was delivering the century's founding declaration.

Doukouhong from the human Ark was collecting dragon blood, while Xinyi Baishan was stroking his beard and laughing.

The sword fairy who was watching on the ark was dazzled and was talking to a painter.
The figures are as delicate as ants, and even their looks and expressions are just like the originals. The characters in the painting are even walking and talking.

A vivid picture of all kinds of life, recording a corner of the turbulent history.

"Master, your painting skills have become stronger again."

Bai Xingling showed an admiring look, "I heard that Jiusui also likes to paint, but he can never reach the level of Master."

He always understood one thing.

The master's painting skills are unmatched in the history of the entire nine provinces and four seas.

"Jiu Sui was fighting all over the world back then, and when he met me and learned painting, he only learned a little bit of the spirit from me."

The painter dipped the brush in ink and continued to paint:

"I think that he is now dead in the [Book of History], still practicing painting every day, just to surpass the surprise he felt that afternoon when he encountered my painting when he was a teenager."

He said calmly:

"Even if the [Book of History] that buried him was just a comic strip I drew back then, a painting board made with your ancestor's body as the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, inlaid on the wall of the palace, recording the long river of time and burying the heroes of the times."

Bai Xingling listened to his master's teachings and watched him paint in silence.

In the picture, we can see the master, the painter, painting on an ark, and next to him are the sword fairies from Ximen City chattering, as if they are communicating.

Master, did you go out a while ago?

The master in the picture seemed to have handed his casual painting to the Sword Fairy.

You have to know that Master has been living in seclusion and sleeping, and only goes out once in tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, and he hardly cares about the changes in the outside world.

What does the turbulent hundred years since Xirong was born compare to?
The wind and waves seem huge, but in fact, in terms of the scale of time, it is not even as long as a nap.

And every time he goes out, those who are noticed by the Master are all historical heroes, destined to open up an era and become great sages.

Does Master think so highly of the Sword Fairy?
You know, the last person who donated a painting was Jiusui, who eventually opened up an era!
Why should the Sword Fairy be treated the same as Jiusui?
To be fair, Bai Xingling was a priest at Ximen College and usually worked under the Sword Fairy. He felt that this woman was a little clever, but had no special skills.

Perhaps, this painting was not given to the Sword Fairy, but to the owner of Xirong Manor behind her?

If it is that mysterious sage force, it deserves a painting gifted by the Master.

Just as Bai Xingling was imagining, a whisper came to his ear, "What are you doing here?"

"Master, I have been a bit unlucky these years."

Bai Xingling briefly explained the matter, and then told his master a piece of good news, "Master, all your ancestors and old friends have been resurrected!"

After listening to the general process, the painter also fell silent.

How did they survive?

His brain froze.

Could it be that they faked their deaths?
But with so many of them, how could they possibly hide it from me?

The memory was too long and distant, so he had to take out a memory diary. The diary was made of soft drawing paper with pictures on it. He had written his memories in the album.

I opened the diary and looked for detailed details of that period, even down to the expressions, demeanor, and movements, and my memory suddenly went back to ancient times.

but!

Still can't find any flaws in their pretending to be dead.

"I still can't find it. Could it be that they acted so realistically? Or maybe, in order to cover up their fake death, they used magical powers to extract their memories so as not to reveal any flaws."

The painter fell into deep self-doubt.

what is this?

Elder Giant Shell is resurrected? Standing on his own ancestral tomb, he continues to tell the story of his feat of faking his death in ancient times?

That's it.

Since Xian has been born, it also means that a new era is about to come.

"I should go out too."

"Meet the old friends who have been resurrected, and see how they were resurrected. And the interesting young sage, the owner of Xirong Manor?" He smiled meaningfully and put away his paintbrush.

The history books of the years.

In the ancient imperial tombs.

"what?"

"In ancient history, there were actually such terrifying things."

Some pseudo-emperors in ancient times communicated secretly with each other.

Because they had leaked some of their magical powers once a hundred years ago, they left some clones and spies outside who could get some intelligence.

The news that they were fake people taking over other people's bodies was already shocking.

I am actually a fake person?
They had always believed that they were human beings, but this overturned their worldview.

What troubles them most is that a certain pseudo-human emperor may have sealed their memories as pseudo-humans and is hiding among them.

Who is this person?
Since they can hide the memories of fake people, they must have done something to them!
The human gods before had tampered with them and set their meridians into puppet lines, resulting in them not daring to fight the human gods at all. Even the most powerful emperors of past dynasties had secret doors left for them, so they could only hide in tombs.

The current pseudo-human emperor who has hidden memories is probably another "human god" who has done something shady and set up a secret door in their childhood.

"This fake emperor is among us."

"Who is it?"

"Did other emperors do anything to future generations before entering the tomb? Did they do anything to us, the future generations?"

"I did it, but did others do it as well?"

In this royal mausoleum of the human race, everyone looked unhappy.

Be wary of each other and be aware of each other's hidden cards.

Especially now, the news I just received is even more explosive.

"What? In more distant history, there is an even more terrifying ancestor, the Black Hand? Manipulating the past, trying to resurrect into the future?"

"Before we died, in order to live a second life, we did all kinds of dirty tricks before entering the tomb. And the ancestors of their races also used the tombs of ordinary people to do dirty tricks in order to live a second life?"

A great wave of fire was aroused in their tombs of past generations.

(End of this chapter)