The yard is full of flowers, and there is a flower field, all of which are exotic flowers and plants. It is peaceful and tranquil. An ancient tea tree is rooted in it, swaying with the passage of time.

It’s just that the fragrance of scented tea is so prosperous, but where is the great emperor of the Yang family?

Since he left, he has never returned.

When everyone thought of this, their hearts seemed to be blocked.

Soon, the elders of the Yang family burst into tears and began to cry. Sadness and grief poured out in an instant.

"The ancestor buried himself here..."

Everyone walked over, and Miaojiu followed. Everyone in the Yang family knelt in front of a grave, a simple grave with a simple wooden sign.

There is also a flower, a laurel flower outside, which seems to have just been broken off and inserted here.

There are words on the wooden sign.

That word has a graceful charm, a gentle posture, and is profound and ancient.

It was carved by the Yang family emperor.

There are many long-term feelings in the world, and the vast roads are all silent. I will go back and no longer miss the world, or this...

There seems to be wind and dust everywhere in the air. Faintly, the Yang family emperor seems to be still here, raising flowers, drinking tea, and living in seclusion here.

There are no more turbulent years of war, no passion and worship, only the peace of being alone after a generation of great emperors grows old.

But later, with mottled white hair, he still walked out of here and erected a tomb for himself, with a pile of soil, a wooden sign, and a laurel flower.

Ask about the ancient times, ask about the future, ask about the current world, is there a way above the emperor's way?

Who can answer?

Meow Jiu answered.

Looking at the laurel flower and the moon-hanging trees planted outside the small courtyard.

Miao Jiu thought of the peach tree in Su Ziyuan.

Su Zi loves peach blossoms.

Bai Susu planted a peach tree.

In the days before Miao Jiu passed away, Bai Susu kept the peach blossoms alive and carefully kept Su Zi from withering.

But with Miao Jiu, the tree has grown for thousands of years, and the peach blossoms have become more lush and prosperous.

"Did the Great Emperor of the Universe ever have a heart?"

Miaojiu asked Zhao Xiaotang quietly.

He couldn't ask anyone else, he could only ask Zhao Xiaotang.

Zhao Xiaotang shook his head. The girl was moved and her eyes were wet.

Meow Jiu couldn't get the answer.

He looked at the tomb, but everyone in the Yang family turned their heads.

Even the Holy Master of the Yang family, this overbearing Holy Master, had red eyes.

It’s not that men don’t shed tears, it’s just that they haven’t reached the moment of emotion.

Everyone in the Yang family looked at Miao Jiu with jealousy.

What kind of looks are those?

Expectation, helplessness, regret...

I hate the injustice of heaven and earth, mourn the merciless years, and regret that I was born at the wrong time.
Chapter completed!