Chapter 1277 (2/2)
”We'll wait here.” Gu Changqing is still kneeling, ”waiting for the palace master and the elder to come out.”
”Yes.” Gu zhuxuan whispered a reply, then went to Gu Changqing and knelt down.
None of the disciples of the demon palace got up. All of them knelt quietly outside the stone gate, thinking about the things inside the stone gate.
Inside the stone gate.
Different from what the disciples imagined, the stone gate was not a dark and narrow environment, but a different world.
The stone gate has blue sky, soft sunshine, and a small wooden building with other courtyard.
In front of the wooden building is a chic courtyard with a stone table and two stone benches. On the stone table, there is a wine pot and two wine cups. Beside the stone table, there is a withered peach tree, which can be supported by several sticks.
Although the courtyard is clean, it can not hide the dilapidated.
There are cracks in the walls around, and there are smooth bluestone steps in front of the wooden building, on which the wooden door is slightly opened.
Apart from the long history, there is nothing special about this wooden courtyard.
It's a normal place to live.
Zhang Ziling stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking at the familiar and strange scene around, quite a bit nostalgic.This courtyard is the place where Zhang Ziling used to rest.
The crooked peach tree was planted by Zhang Ziling. The ancient stone table was polished by Zhang Ziling.
Ten thousand years Ten thousand years have passed since the establishment of the magic palace.
It was more than 5000 years since Zhang Ziling left.
Ren Tian waddled into the courtyard, his whole body had no strong breath when he came out of the stone gate, and the whole person looked more like an ordinary rickets old man.
Seeing Zhang Ziling standing in the courtyard, Ren Tian went to Zhang Ziling and knelt down carefully, not daring to make any noise.
”Palace master! You finally Come back. ”
Ren Tian's voice is hoarse and his tears are full of tears.
Zhang Ziling looked at Ren Tian calmly, breathing gently, as if without any feelings.
”What about him?” Zhang Ziling spoke softly.
”Master, he is in the house and can't come out, so let me come out to meet the palace master.” Ren Tian cried and said to Zhang Ziling.
”I have been in charge of the palace for 376 years and served the master for 237 years. One hundred years ago, he was seriously ill and bedridden. So I closed the stone gate and took care of the master with all my heart. ”
Hearing Ren Tian's words, Zhang Ziling was silent and looked up into the wooden house without leaving.
Ren Tian saw this, and quickly continued to tremble and say: ”the Lord of the palace, the master said that for five thousand years, he has been cleaning this other courtyard and watering the peach tree every day.”
”The Lord of the palace, the master said that since 3000 years ago, the devil's palace experienced turmoil, and he was seriously injured and completely lived in seclusion here.”
”Palace master, the peach tree is withered, it is a small ability. After the master was bedridden, the little one didn't take good care of it. It hasn't bloomed for a hundred years
”Palace master, after the master was bedridden, I carefully maintained the wooden building every day, but my ability was not good. Although the wooden courtyard remained the same, many things lost their function.”
”Palace master, the master is out of his mind, and his life is about to be broken. But the master talks about the palace master every day. ”
Ren Tian cried and said, tears have wet lapel, voice hoarse.
Zhang Ziling listened quietly and looked at the door of the wooden house.
Seeing that Zhang Ziling didn't speak, Ren Tian quickly stood up and said to Zhang Ziling, ”palace master, I'll take you in.”
Zhang Ziling carried his hands on his back and spoke faintly, ”no more.”
Ren Tian's eyes were red and swollen. He looked along Zhang Ziling's line of sight. His pupils shrank suddenly, and his tears burst like a flood.
A skinny old man with sparse white hair and turbid eyes moved out of the cabin with a crutch.
The old man raised his head with difficulty, his hands and legs shaking, his eyes staring at him as if he wanted to see Zhang Ziling clearly.
Zhang Ziling looked at the old man calmly, his eyes as black as ink, as deep as the vast starry sky.
Seeing Zhang Ziling's young face, the old man's turbid eyes were wet with tears, and his body trembled more and more.
”Master, master Back, back? ”
The old man's voice is weak, such as the candle will be extinguished.
Looking at the old man's shaking body, Zhang Ziling could not help but feel a little wet.
”Well, back.”
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