Chapter 1595: No Worries in the Forget-Sorrow Tower, and Sorrow in the Wooden Statue

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Bang.

The wine glass was placed back on the tea table, making a harsh sound.

In the quiet attic, a few wisps of hot wind spread.

Rao Wangze sat in front of the table, his face and body shrouded in the hazy, green wind, with a hint of impetuousness.

He still didn't speak, only glancing at the golden-robed man wearing a golden mask on the left. This was Huang Quan.

Yes, Wangze Saint Emperor, one of the heads of the five great Saint Emperor families, and Huang Quan, the head of the dark power, were sitting in front of the same tea table at this moment - this was a scene that neither of them had ever imagined in their lives.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Compared to the restlessness shown by Wangze Saint Emperor, Huang Quan was also sitting, but he was a little restrained.

He sat straight, even stiffly, with his hands hanging straight down his legs, without the arc that should be relaxed for the joints, like a wooden sculpture.

Unlike the turbid yellow wine spilled all over the table of the Saint Emperor Wangze, the cup belonging to Huang Quan was fixed there from beginning to end, and he did not touch it once.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

This sound kept ringing in my ears, which made me feel more uncomfortable, irritated, and painful than a saw!

"Don't you want to say something?"

The Saint Emperor Wangze slammed the table and stood up, staring at Huang Quan.

Seeing that there was still no response, he exhaled a deep breath of red turbid wind and glanced to the right:

"When can I leave this building, my emperor?"

...

Crack, crack...

Kong Yuhen, who looked like a jade-faced scholar, was concentrating on carving a palm-sized piece of wood in his hand with a carving knife.

On it, a middle-aged man with a tough face, clear contours, and a bit of impetuousness between his eyebrows was vivid.

"Soon, my friend."

Kong Yuhen replied without even raising his head.

He moved the carving knife very quickly, but only scraped off a little wood powder at a time, and was very slow, "... Don't be impatient."

The attic of the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Sorrow Tower was already filled with a hazy feeling.

The light from the translucent windows was borrowed from somewhere, and it was sprinkled here, making the dust float and beautiful.

"Squeak, squeak..."

The irritable sound continued.

Rao Wangze stood up from the table, unable to bear the tormenting carving sound that had been tormenting him for seven or eight days, and said angrily:

"This emperor, something's wrong!"

"Next time, I'll come to your attic again and help you finish this wood carving, okay?"

The carving knife in Kong Yuhen's hand finally stopped, and he raised a pair of bright eyes and cast them at the domineering Saint Emperor.

At this moment, the wind jumping around Rao Wangze had a little more expectation.

"Too high, my friend." Kong Yuhen waved at him, "Sit down."

After saying that, regardless of whether Wangze Saint Emperor would sit back or not, he put down the wood carving in his left hand and picked up another unfinished work on the tea table in front of him.

He tilted his head to look at the golden masked man.

The carving knife moved again.

"Squeak..."

...

Bang!

A black gale suddenly descended from the sky, smashing the tea table into pieces in an instant.

The splashing black wind made Huang Quan's golden robe flutter, and when it brushed past Kong Yuhen, it seemed as if it could not touch another time and space, and even his hair was not blown.

"This emperor, there is something important!"

"The power of this emperor still remains in the first heaven of the ruins of the gods. If I don't go back one day, there will be a great void there."

"If it is used by someone with ulterior motives, not only the holy slaves and the Holy Temple, but also you, and you..."

He pointed at Huang Quan who was sitting upright, and the feeling of depression in his heart became even worse for no reason. He shouted: "Even your people, the king of hell, will die one by one!"

Huang Quan was indifferent, and his eyes under the mask were very dull, as if he was cast under a spell of immobilization, and even his fingers did not jump.

Kong Yuhen glanced out the window.

Obviously, the worry of the emperor was unnecessary, because there were only a few people left outside the window.

Belated mercy, too contemptuous.

Kong Yuhen sighed deeply, holding the carving knife and looking at the emperor:

"Friend, you are very anxious."

...

Anxiety?

Hahaha, you are talking to me about anxiety?

How could this emperor not be anxious? Who has the time and mood to play wood carving with you in this broken place!

I have something important to do!

This time, entering the ruins of the gods is a great opportunity, one of the few best opportunities to reverse the deteriorating situation of the Wurao Emperor Realm.

The Diying Saint Plant that intercepted the fate of the ancestor god, the remnant thoughts of the beheading priest Ran Ming, and even the original body of the evil god...

Each of these is an opportunity that is hard to come by and even harder to seek in the Holy Land. They are the objects that the other four families will stop themselves from contacting and cooperating with.

And now, just because of curiosity, I entered this "Ancient and Modern Forget Worry Tower"...

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The Saint Emperor was so annoyed that he wanted to yell, regretted so much that he wanted to collapse, and was so anxious that he wanted to commit suicide.

Just imagine, in this dilapidated battlefield of ancient ruins, everyone is struggling for life.

Suddenly, you turned your head and saw a three-story attic that was exquisite, elegant, and untainted by the mud on the barren land behind you.

There were a few big characters on the plaque of the attic, which was recorded in the ancient history of the Saint Emperor family and could only be seen by those with great opportunities in every era.

You!

A Saint Emperor!

The family is in crisis!

At this time when you are at a loss, how could you not try to push the door and forget your worries when you encounter such an opportunity?

Who would have thought...

Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.

After entering this building, not only did you not forget your anxiety, but someone also pulled you to sit down, letting you temporarily forget about the outside world and calm down, and then facing the wood carving you had been carving for seven days but had not yet finished.

My wine glass is full of dust from your wood carving, and you tell me that I am anxious?

This emperor!

Shouldn't I be anxious!

"Kong! Yu! Hen--"

The Saint Emperor Wangze spoke word by word, full of murderous intent.

After a full ten breaths of silence, his words softened, "Let me out."

Crackling...

Kong Yuhen was carving at Huangquan, "Raise your chin a little bit."

Huangquan turned out to be neither a wood carving nor a deaf person. After hearing the voice, he raised his chin a little.

"Lower."

Lowered a little more.

"Passed."

Raised it back a little.

"Very good, keep it up, and soon your statue can be placed together with theirs." Kong Yuhen casually pointed to the ten wood carvings on the table on the left, and the carving knife moved again.

Crack, crack, crack...

Wangze Saint Emperor glanced at the Huangquan woodcarving that was only three-tenths completed, then looked back at his seven-tenths, and suddenly a wisp of demonic energy surged out of the wind around him.

"Bang!"

He pointed at the display table on which the woodcarving was displayed, and the latter exploded directly, with broken wood chips flying all over the sky.

He turned his head to look at the staircase on the right side of the tea table, and with a palm seal, the staircase was smashed through with a bang.

He raised his eyes and looked at the top of the attic again, and pinched his palms together, as if he wanted to smash it through, force his way out of this ancient and modern Forget-Your-Sorrow Tower, intervene in the overall situation of the God's Relics, and stir up a storm.

At this time...

"Tick!"

On the wooden wall behind the attic, the wooden clock pendulum swung back.

The tea table was restored.

The display table was restored.

The ten wooden sculptures were also restored.

The destruction just now seemed to have never happened.

The Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Worry Tower is indeed the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Worry Tower. The anxiety of the Saint Emperor Wangze was directly soothed back by time.

"Kong Yuhen!"

"Let me out!"

The Saint Emperor Wangze turned around and shouted: "If you keep trapping me like this, believe it or not, I will attack you?"

Kong Yuhen turned his head and said with a smile:

"Please."

After leaving the tower, he was chased by the branches of the Saint Tree of the Infant, and was almost pierced through.

After entering the tower, only the tree did not come in, otherwise she would have sat down quietly to drink tea.

Anxiety?

The tree should not be so anxious.

The same is true for people. Haste makes waste. If the Saint Emperor Wangze had not lost his temper for ten times, his wood carving would have been completed long ago, and there would be no reason for him to stay.

Of course, Kong Yuhen invited him into the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Worry Tower not entirely to help Xu Xiaoshou.

He had his own purpose:

"Friend, I have something that I have always been curious about."

"When the wind stops, the summer is calm; when the wind stirs, the waves are angry. It can be seen that you are not a very restrained person."

"But since you chose to attack my Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Worries Tower, why didn't you attack me, but just warned me repeatedly?" Kong Yuhen was very curious.

Huang Quan heard the voice and tilted his face slightly.

It can be seen that he has also been curious about this question in the past few days. The dignified Saint Emperor did not dare to attack a junior.

But soon, he forced his face back to its original position.

Curiosity, Huang Quan trained it to be... not big a long time ago.

"Pah."

The Saint Emperor Wangze sat back on the small stool, and the records in ancient history flashed through his mind.

In the history of Wu Rao Emperor Realm, seven people had seen Kong Yuhen and left records, and these records were visible to later generations.

On those pages of the relevant "Time History", there was a blank page before and after. A rough calculation showed that it could accommodate more than 20 names, and all of these names could not be seen by later generations.

However, in an ancient book as thick as three fingers, only a few dozen pages can be seen after turning over and over, and only some insignificant things are recorded, but few people will recall the strangeness in it after closing the book. Is this normal?

Abnormal.

Rao Wangze knew that it was "abnormal", and now he also knew this "weirdness".

In the history of Wu Rao Emperor Realm, his talent was not the best, and he thought he was just average, otherwise, he would not have brought the "Rao" family from the fourth place of "Yuebei Hua Rao Dao" to almost the bottom.

But some of the predecessors are really powerful.

Among the seven predecessors who even recorded the name of "Kong Yuhen" and related major events, the seventh predecessor finally left the following comment:

"From this, it can be seen that there is a Kong Yuhen in every generation. Therefore, I have reason to suspect that he is a traveler of time, a witness of history, and an explorer of destiny."

"He is looking for an answer. Unless he finds this answer, he will continue to wander... Or maybe, this itself is not called "wandering". He, no, He is..."

What is He?

I think that senior is not a person who likes to keep people in suspense. He should have left some handwriting, but it can't be presented now.

Maybe his power is limited.

Maybe I am limited.

After all, that line of words was also seen bit by bit by Rao Wangze as time went by.

He dared not make a rash conclusion and add a few words at the end - he thought he was not qualified.

But!

No matter how much you think about it, the word "Him" should not be used to describe ordinary people in the era of that senior, right?

Amidst the turbulence of thoughts, the tea table has returned to silence, leaving only the annoying sound of "squeaking" of the carving knife.

Behind the ten thrones that year, there appeared a person named Kong Yuhen.

Outside the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower, Rao Wu Zesui decided that no matter when and where he would, he would not enmity with Kong Yuhen, and did not want to be implicated in this great cause and effect.

In this building, it was naturally even more impossible for him to take action against Kong Yuhen.

But can these be said?

Glancing at the underworld of the King of Hell, the Wan Zesheng Emperor swallowed the words that slipped into his throat many times but could not get out of his mouth.

History is a treasure.

Culture is inheritance.

In the other four major families, it is impossible to have such a secret record. How could he easily disclose the treasure in front of outsiders?

"Carve this emperor first."

The Holy Emperor Wu Ze stretched out his hand and pressed down the wooden sculpture in Kong Yuhen's hand.

After all, he is the Holy Emperor and Huang Quan is only a Half-Saint. It makes sense to change his mind and join the team again.

If Huang Quan does not allow the *** team, he will naturally take action.

If he took action, the Holy Emperor would even be willing to sit still and let his Shangxuan Sword and Soul Cutting take turns to chop.

He wanted to see how Qian Yuhen, who always called him a friend, would react to his other friend when he saw that his friend was about to be chopped.

Hope, once again, was dashed.

Huang Quan didn't even move.

Regarding the "*** team", he had endured it no less than ten times in this ancient and modern Wangyou Tower. How could it break out this time?

"This Emperor always beats you to the punch, aren't you angry?"

The Wan Ze Holy Emperor once again couldn't hold back his curiosity and spoke to the man in the golden robe and mask.

Anxiety is something everyone has.

In this anxiety-producing Wangyou Tower, he broke out more than ten times, but Huang Quan was very calm.

From beginning to end, he never said a word!

Even if Kong Yuhen asked him a question, he never answered and acted more calm than a Holy Emperor. This made Rao Wanze feel uncomfortable and a little admired at the same time.

No wonder he can lead the King of Hell. For those with such a mind, their achievements are destined to be extraordinary.

Huang Quan is silent and hard-mounted wood carvings.

The Wanze Saint Emperor also resisted his impulse and chose to give Kong Yuhen a face, instead of taking action against the rude semi-saint.

At this time, Kong Yuhen pushed his hand away, pulled out Huang Quan's wood carving, raised it up and showed it to him:

"Friend, take a look, do you think it looks like it?"

After the general outline of Huang Quan's wood carving was drawn, the detailed carving of the head was now completed.

The Wanze Saint Emperor had never bothered to pay attention to others. When he raised his eyes and looked up, he was shocked to realize that the face carved by Kong Yu's hatred knife was not a mask...

"Do you have facial features?"

He identified it carefully.

The eyebrows, which are as shallow as a clear stream, converge towards the tall nose mountain in the middle, and then continue to the moderately thick lip valley. The two bright moons, like the finishing touch, are set on the bank of the stream and mountain, hazy and out of the dust. , also full of vicissitudes of life.

This feeling... Rao Wang put his hand on his forehead and felt that this face seemed so familiar. He must have seen it somewhere.

He just wanted to speak.

Suddenly, he glanced at one side.

From the raised wooden sculpture, he saw the face of Kong Yuhen who was conducting a control experiment in the back.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the table was overturned.

The Holy Emperor suddenly stood up, the wind around him filled with terror.

Kong Yuhen's face and the face on the wooden sculpture are clearly... exactly the same!

"Who are you carving?"

"Yellow Spring."

"Who are you carving?"

"Yellow Spring."

"Tell me, who are you carving?!"

"Friend..." Kong Yuhen put down the wooden carving and took a look at it. It was lifelike. He didn't feel there was something strange about it, so he frowned and said, "Are you too anxious?"

The Holy Emperor leaned over and stared at Kong Yuhen.

He turned his head sharply and stared at Huang Quan's mask again.

He raised his hand and tried to slap Huang Quan's mask away, but it was as if his hand was stretched into the river of time, unable to catch or knock anything off.

——He passed through the underworld.

The Holy Emperor suddenly turned around and slapped him

He threw it hard at Kong Yuhen's face, but it was like being fanned into another space.

——He passed through the spare hatred.

There are few things that can make a Holy Emperor feel afraid.

At this moment, the Wanze Saint Emperor experienced a terrifying experience for the first time in a long time.

He rushed to the wooden door of Gujin Wangyou Building, raised his hand and struck with a blast.

Bang bang bang...

It was the voice in his head.

In fact, with every strike, his hand penetrated the wooden door.

It seemed that even the wooden door was fake, as was the entire Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower and everyone in it except for himself.

But the anxiety is real!

The Wanze Saint Emperor stood stunned in place for about ten breaths, then suddenly exploded into a ball of manic wind, and the roar of shattering and tearing echoed in the attic of the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Building:

"Let me out, I want to go out, I want to go out!!!"

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