Chapter 1093 1093. The God of Creation Is Old Jack
A meteor streaked across the void of the universe, and the hot meteor drew a bright line in the night sky and fell to the southwest of Douluo Star.
When the meteor fell, there was a loud noise like thunder in the sky, emitting a dazzling fire, and in the blink of an eye, the meteor fell from the sky with a shining line, and smashed a huge crater with a diameter of 100 meters on the ground. , There is a slight light in the pothole, and there is a heat.
Yang Ming climbed out of the pothole, brushed off the dust on his body, looked around, and identified the direction. The place where he fell was 50 kilometers outside Tiandou City, not too far.
This is the place where the Sunset Forest used to be. The Sunset Forest, which was destroyed in the battle of Bo Saixi, was once worshipped by Yang Ming, Pope Bibi Dong, and the Sea God Temple. Now it has been restored to life by later people.
Compared with the maple trees that used to be planted all over the mountains and plains in the sunset forest, the ginkgo trees planted today are more pleasing to Yang Ming than the red and bright maple leaves. Looking past, the ginkgo leaves appear more soft and beautiful, and there are yellow leaves beside the green forest path. Fluttering, like a group of butterflies flying, and like a goddess scattered flowers, falling to the ground, layer upon layer, like an exquisite carpet, stepping on the soft, full of ginkgo leaves like a handful of ingenious craftsmanship The golden fan is really a wonderful painting by immortals.
Yang Ming's figure left the Sunset Forest at ten times the speed of light, and he came to Heaven Dou City in a few breaths.
This capital city, which has experienced ups and downs, is becoming more and more prosperous now, which greatly exceeds everyone's expectations. This is a golden autumn day, the weather is warm and fresh, but on the spacious and clean streets, vehicles The crowds flowed endlessly, and the streets of the capital were as green as ever. The golden chrysanthemums bloomed and greeted people with a smile. Perhaps it was because of a rain. It didn't look bleak at all, but added a unique charm to the original foundation.
There are tea houses, taverns, pawnshops, and workshops on both sides of the street. There are many small vendors with big umbrellas in the open space on both sides of the street. The street extends to both sides of the goods, and always extends to the quieter suburbs outside the city, where people come and go. There are poor people who are rushing with burdens, hawkers who drive ox carts to deliver goods, villagers who drive donkeys into the city, and city people who stop to admire the scenery.
There were many shops on both sides of the street, and the twilight of the sunset lightly sprinkled on the red bricks and green tiles, or on the eaves of the brightly colored pavilions, adding a bit of hazy and poetic to the prosperous Tian Dou City at night.
Feel free to wander on the busy street with lightness under your feet.
The weak sunlight shone between the green tiles and red walls everywhere, the flying eaves, the high-flying shop signboards, the sparkling carriages and horses, the endless stream of pedestrians, the Zhang Tian's relaxed and comfortable smiling face all reflected the complacent joy of the people of Tian Dou City in the prosperous world.
Yang Ming walked all the way, obviously he was here, but no one in the crowd could find his whereabouts, not even a Titled Douluo powerhouse.
Using the power of rules to isolate himself from the outside world, Yang Ming listened as he walked, listened to the gossip of the common people, listened to the people's after-dinner advice, Jiangshan and Yangshan, and understood the situation after he left Douluo Star.
The emptiness of the universe is vast and boundless, and Yang Ming's departure has been five years.
In the past five years, there have been no major events on the Douluo Continent, but there are a lot of small things, and it is impossible to tell them all in a day with a finger. However, the Zhuangtian Gang is now at the top of the mainland, and now its power is even more prosperous, and the gang is a good player. One after another, there are rumors that the little gang leader Yang Guo has reached the 70th rank of Soul Saint when he is only eleven years old, and is unanimously considered by all the senior members of the gang to be the most dazzling new star of this era.
Listening to the people of Tian Dou City talking about Xiao Yang Guo, everyone gave a thumbs up, and no one didn't say good things. Now that Yang Ming is an old father, a sense of pride rose in his heart.
As expected of its own species!
From the city gate all the way to the north along the Imperial Avenue, Yang Ming stopped and stopped, and came to the door of the Zhuangtian Gang. The guards guarding the gate were still two soul saint-level experts. Yang Ming did not disturb anyone and walked straight in. Inside the gang, follow the order of Qinglong Hall, White Tiger Hall, Xuanwu Hall, and Suzaku Hall.
After five years of baptism, Ning Rongrong did not leave any traces of the years on his face, but because he has been in charge of the Zhatian Gang's finances for all these years, in addition to his graceful and luxurious bearing, he has a little more trouble. With a frightened temperament, he was discussing the expenses for the next quarter with his subordinates.
Women are all sensitive, and it seems that they vaguely sense Yang Ming's gaze, Ning Rongrong raised his head abruptly.
However, what caught her eye was a piece of air. She didn't see Yang Ming's figure, and Yang Ming didn't show up to reunite.
"Sister Rongrong, what's the matter?"
On the side, Zhu Zhuqing, who was helping Ning Rongrong, asked inexplicably.
Ning Rongrong took a deep look at Yang Ming's direction, and did not find anything under his mental power inspection. He shook his head involuntarily and said:
"It's nothing, maybe it's because I've been too tired from work recently, and I had some hallucinations just now."
"Sister Rongrong, you have to pay attention to your body and don't get tired of it."
"Well, don't worry, I know what to do, and I'll be fine."
The voice of the conversation gradually dwindled, leaving only the rustling sound of opening the ledger and the crisp sound of fiddling with the abacus beads.
Leaving from Qinglong Hall and came to White Tiger Hall, the hall master Tang San was not here. Many gang members dressed in black robes and masks of evil spirits were training diligently on the martial arts arena. Yang Ming also saw that he had accepted the Several apprentices were also present.
After stopping to watch for a while, Yang Ming continued to walk forward. Oscar left Xuanwutang and established a chain of taverns outside. Xuanwutang was a little less surprised. Everyone was researching and producing in an orderly manner according to the established plan, and everything was in order. .
In the Vermillion Bird Hall, Hu Liena and Xiao Wu, as the wives of the gang leader, are doing patrol work here, and they make suggestions for improvement from time to time.
Hu Liena and Xiao Wu felt a throbbing in their hearts for no reason. They followed Yang Ming's line of sight, but they didn't see anything either. They looked at each other and wondered:
"Xiao Wu, did you feel anything just now?"
"Sister Na, I do feel something, but I can't tell what it is."
"Me too, it's weird."
The two women carefully stared at Yang Ming's position, but they didn't find anything. Even if they walked over, they could only touch a piece of empty air.
Yang Ming took a deep look at his two beloved wives, sighed deeply in his heart, and continued to walk forward without recognizing the two women.
Yang Ming went to visit his friends and relatives one after another. Ma Hongjun was still unmarried, and he lingered in Goulan listening to music all day long. Oscar and Meng still married, and gave birth to a chubby son. I don't know why, they gave their children a separate word "Ming". It seems that after getting married, Meng still has some obsession with Yang Ming in his heart, which makes Yang Ming a little bit dumbfounded, and also laments that fate is tricking people.
The old dean of Shrek Academy, Flender, is very old. Now he has quit his job in the academy. He lives in a nursing home all year round. Inside the cabinet, after secretly putting a longevity medicine pill, he quietly left, from beginning to end, without being discovered by the old dean Flender.
Familiar people seem a little unfamiliar in five years.
Yang Ming walked towards the outskirts of Tian Dou City while meeting his relatives and friends in his own way.
The buildings on both sides of the street are getting shorter and smaller, and as night approaches, there are not many people on the street after leaving the city, and it becomes more and more silent.
The scenery that comes into view is more green mountains and rivers, and there are a few less people. Stepping on the bushes and grasses under my feet, I gradually walked towards the remote public cemetery.
Tombstones stand on the ground, facing the last brilliance of the setting sun on the horizon, facing the thin silver gauze of the rising moon, looking lonely and quiet.
All the way to the grave of his grandfather, Old Jack, Yang Ming stopped.
A faint sigh came out of Yang Ming's mouth, saying:
"Now that the Dragon God has completely fallen, the Phoenix God who was reincarnated as the Crimson Mother has also fallen into my hands, and the five supreme gods of the God Realm have been eliminated by me. Now, do you still want to lie in the coffin with this face? ?"
A gust of cold wind wafted by the fallen leaves, and foxtail rolled in circles across the grass.
A figure appeared in the cemetery with almost no signs. If Yang Ming hadn't been staring at it, he probably wouldn't have found out when the other party appeared.
His face was loving and vicissitudes of life. When he was young, his black hair had fallen like snow in the beginning of winter, like the first frost in autumn. The silver hair was half-covered, looming, and wrinkles on his face, like a twists and turns of the past.
Old Jack had a short, hard beard, and his tan eyes were sunken in the sockets. The short gray beard is very spirited, and the pair of deep-set eyes are very bright. It is rare to see such sharp and bright eyes. It seems that they can see the birth and destruction of the universe through these eyes.
Old Jack was wearing sackcloth and sackcloth, which was obviously the clothes of an ordinary villager, but it was not ordinary at all when it fell on him. On the contrary, it had a taste of simplicity and simplicity. The power of three thousand rules, the power of each rule is enough to make a person a hundred-level god, and now the power of three thousand rules is just interwoven into a piece of clothing and draped over the body, what kind of power can this be? make it this far?
A pair of nine-hooked jade reincarnation eyes shone with fierce rays of light, Yang Ming's muscles were tense, and he was obviously ready to deal with the sudden situation at any time, even if he faced the goddess of life, the god of Shura, the god of evil Ji Dong, and the god of dragons. At that time, Yang Ming was not as nervous as he is today.
It would be a lie to say that he is not nervous, because, ah, what Yang Ming has to face is not an ordinary character, but the legendary God of Creation!
The two grandfathers and grandsons looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.
In the end, it was Old Jack who spoke first and asked:
"How did you find me?"
Yang Ming only felt his scalp tingle for a while, and said:
"Do you still remember the Zhu Guo you gave me to eat before my awakening ceremony? After I practiced the "Indestructible Sutra", I discovered the legacy of Zhu Guo in my body. At that time, I began to doubt it. You, but later I saw that you seemed to be dead and buried in a coffin, so I temporarily dispelled my suspicions."
"However, after I realized the power of the two rules of fate and causality, I found that I actually had a close causal connection with a certain high-ranking existence. With the secret reminder of fate, I thought about it after the time of my journey. Next, I finally understand, Grandpa, you are the legendary God of Creation, right?"
The expression on Old Jack's face remained unchanged, and he nodded silently, without denying it, simply said:
"Yes, I am the God of Creation."
Yang Ming had originally imagined that the other party would deny it in every possible way, but he did not expect to reply so neatly.
In the ancient times, the Dragon God was already a powerful being with unparalleled combat power. Even after the rebirth of the first Heavenly Dragon body of the Heavenly Dragon Star, his strength was only restored by half, but he was still able to fight back and forth with the four supreme gods of the God Realm. , even under severe injuries, he was able to kill the flame of the god of goodness, and escaped from the exposed three supreme gods, showing his strength.
But as strong as the Dragon God, when speaking of the God of Creation, he can't help but bring honorifics, and there are many fears and fears in his words. It is conceivable how powerful the God of Creation is.
What is even more unexpected is that such a powerful and unparalleled God of Creation would actually be willing to serve as the mayor of a Holy Spirit Village and live an ordinary life!
In fact, when Yang Ming looks back on it now, he also feels a lot of indescribable sense of disobedience.
For example, when the four supreme gods of the God Realm fought against the Dragon God, they all intentionally or unintentionally stayed away from the location of the Douluo Galaxy. Otherwise, the aftermath of the battle between them would be enough to destroy the Douluo Galaxy. No matter how many times, just by watching the horse galaxy turned into a planet of ruins today, you can get a glimpse of the leopard.
In addition, under Qian Renxue's conspiracy plan, he sent people to destroy the Holy Soul Village, and the villagers were all dead. Even Old Jack's sons and grandsons died under the swords of those desperadoes. The old and frail old Jack did not die, but survived until Yang Ming arrived. At that time, Yang Ming was still young and his knowledge was relatively shallow. He just thought it was a coincidence, but now looking back, it was full of routines. what!
The dignified God of Creation, will be wounded by a group of bandits who are not even Titled Douluo, and will his own son and grandson be killed?
If you say it, no one will believe it!
Yang Ming stared at Old Jack's familiar and unfamiliar face, and said:
"What do you want to do?"