The Descendants of Wudang In Another World - Chapter 370

The centaur patriarch is like a woodcarving in a corner, his eyes are far-reaching and motionless. If it weren’t for the slight ups and downs of his chest, it would really be like a woodcarving. In the hearts of many centaur people, the patriarch of his clan is a real stone sculpture, standing silently in the wind and rain, unshakable. However, only he knew how much pressure was on his shoulders as the leader of the family. His heart was full of man-like fragility, not as strong as others imagined.

“Can destiny really change?” After a long time, Ulug finally sighed: “Your teacher, and yourself, have tried so many times, but are you still unwilling to give up this impossible dream? For this? For a slim chance, how much did you pay?”

“Fate is irresistible. This is the teacher’s last words before his death.” Wulahula’s face darkened, and then his eyes became bright, and his expression was like lava deep in the earth’s crust: “But now the real hope is in front of us. , Why don’t we believe it? No, this is no longer hope, but fact.”

Being able to predict the future is a kind of imposed pain. Including Ulahullah’s teacher, Uglullah has seen three prophets hurt their minds for prophesying, work hard to change the future, and then die tragically…

If ordinary people had encountered this, they would have long confessed their fate. Centaur prophets are stubborn in the same line, and every centaur prophet almost has this sentence before his death: Destiny cannot be resisted. However, every newly appointed centaur would ignore this advice. They took it as their responsibility to change their fate, and then all died under the counterattack of fate.

Uglula was too aware of the tempers of the prophets, and he sighed: “If that’s the case, who is the elf that makes you think you have hope?”

“It seems to be Luo Ye, and other elves call him the younger brother of Mother Tree!”

Uglula’s expression was slightly surprised: “That spirit? It is indeed a very powerful man. The twelfth-tier combat silver dragon was shot down from the air by him. However, in any case, it is not the same as the dragon king and the demon king in the heyday. There should be a certain distance between the pope and the mother tree. None of these four can escape the shackles of fate. Can he be a young elf?”

In any case, Uglullah did not hope too much for this. He had seen the old centaur prophets since he was a child, and he had gained too much disappointment, and even paid too much for it. As Ula Hula’s uncle, he hoped that his nephew would die naturally, instead of dying before the huge shadow of fate at a young age.

“Indeed, his strength is not the strongest, but I saw something very unique in him. At the same time, he also told me a story?”

Uglula was very curious: “The story? If you talk about the story in your head, who can compare with your prophet?”

“The story of our prophet is just a story.” Wula hula smiled and said, “and his story is not an ordinary story.”

Uglula heard it, frowning: “Okay, talk to your uncle, don’t talk about these philosophical myths.”

Uglula smiled aggrievedly: “Patriarch, I’m just telling the truth… That’s a story about rocks and children. He told me that destiny is the huge and hard rock, and I, It’s a kid with bare hands.”

“It’s impossible for a child with bare hands to break a huge rock! Why do I sound like he is advising you not to make senseless struggles? Although it is a bit harsh, I also think what he said is the truth.”

At this moment, Uglula’s favor with Zhang Hao has improved a bit. After all, every prophet lost his life early because of rebelling against fate, and he didn’t want his nephew to embark on such a path of no return.

Knowing that his uncle was calm on the surface, but he was impatient in his heart, he continued: “The story has something to do with the hard rock. The child clenches his fists and beats the rock every day until his hands are dripping with blood. Day after day, year after year, the child gradually grew up, and finally died of old age, and the rock did not break.”

“Stupid child!” Uglula sighed and looked at the nephew in front of him, with a complicated expression: “Your prophet is indeed that child. That elf is right. Although our centaur race has an indomitable spirit, You have to learn to work around. The sun in the water cannot be touched, and the figure in the mirror is just illusory.”

Ula Hula did not answer, but continued: “In the next few years, another child appeared there. He also saw that the rock was not pleasing to his eyes, and beat the rock with his fists every day…”

Although Uglula is impatient, his brain’s reaction speed is not slow. He heard other meanings from it: “Did this kid destroy the rock?”

“Yes!” Ula Hula laughed softly: “The elf said, the first child’s efforts have actually made the internal scars of the rock all over, and the second child, it only took a year to The rock was broken. And he, the second child, fortunately enjoyed the efforts of his predecessors.”

Looking at Ula Hula with a relaxed smile on his face, Uglula’s mood is even heavier. He hasn’t seen Ula Hula with a similar smile in 130 years. This is also the moment when he became a prophet. time. Uglullah even remembered that every prophet would show such a relaxed smile before his death, a joy of relief.

“I know your plan and determination.” Uglula sighed long: “For the sake of the race, you want to die. I won’t say anything, and I won’t stop you. Then, you should tell me, you watch now. What is it!”

“Two futures, the first one. With the help of the elves, we have no worries about food and clothing, no wars, and no diseases. However, our old friends are riding on us. We cannot run freely in the forest. I can walk under their command.” Ulahula’s eyes were dyed bright red: “Patriarch, do you want to listen to the second one?”

Uglula’s face became gloomy: “What’s the second one!”

“We moved to the grassland and ran freely there. However, our people are getting less and less every day, and hunger, war, and disease are gradually taking away our people’s lives. In the end, the future becomes black with nothing.”

Uglula sighed long: “Listen to you, because of the healing of the mother tree, the rise of the elves is already a future arranged by fate. Survival and freedom are alternatives. Why is it every time There are only two options, can’t there be a third one?”

“It is true that there is no third one, but we can choose the third future ourselves.” Ula Hula looked at the centaur stone sculpture behind: “How much effort has been taken by our ancestors to have today’s forest centaur. Maybe we It is the second child in the mouth of the elf. Even if it is not, we must continue to work hard to make future generations the second child. The efforts of dozens of generations of prophets will definitely not come to me and stop.”

When Wulahula said this, his body was trembling suddenly, and the red light in his eyes flickered. After a while, he suddenly stood up in surprise and laughed.

“Did you see anything strange again?”

“I saw it, I saw it.” Ula Hula ran wildly around the house for a long time, and the blood on his waist became more obvious: “I see another future for myself, a future completely different from the original. Your Excellency Luo Ye was right. It was not that destiny could not be resisted, but that our efforts were not enough. After we really made up our minds, the future really changed.”

Uglula was suddenly moved, with a sad look on her face: “Then what do you see?”

“It’s not very clear, it’s not very clear!” Because he was too excited, Ula Hula repeated a sentence twice. He clenched his fist excitedly and waved vigorously: “I saw it, fuzzy Fuzzy, before I die, I am very happy to tell my successor: Destiny can be changed, as long as you keep fighting!”

“Destiny can be changed, as long as you keep fighting!” As if cheering up for himself, Ula Hula repeated these words again excitedly, clenching his hands, stepping on all four hoofs, lightly in turn. When he touched the ground, his eyes burned with the bright and moving eyes that the protagonist had in the knight novel.

Uglula lowered his head, as if he was more than fifty years old in an instant, his voice was bleak and dull: “Really…”

“Why, patriarch, uncle, are you not happy for me?”

“How can I get up happily!” Uglula growled angrily. He is too clear that if the prophets are prophesying the general trend of the family, they can predict the future in more than a hundred years, and if they can clearly’see’ a piece of a person’s future, then it must be something that will happen within ten years. In other words, Ulahullah has a lifespan of ten years at most, and he is still so young. Thinking of this, Uglula suddenly felt sick to Zhang Hao.

“That damn, talkative **** elf.”

Heavy vindictive fists hit the ground ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and exploded a deep hole, raising dust from the ground.

Surprised by Uglullah’s roar, Ulahullah finally calmed down. He thought for a while, walked to Uglullah and sat down, smiling calmly: “It’s okay, uncle, you can see this. I’m really happy for the future, it will be the proudest moment of my life.”

“You fool, your idiot teacher, and the idiot father is the same. You have become a idiot and an idiot even after teaching you. What makes you so happy when you die?”

“Haha, the teacher once said that the curse of the patriarch is actually the best compliment in the world.”

Facing death’s calm and gentle demeanor, Uglula could vaguely see the shadow of his brother and friends on this nephew. The dust fluttering due to vindictiveness scattered all around, and it seemed that some sand fell into his eyes, making his eyes itchy and wanting to cry.

“I’m going back. I will consider the two futures you mentioned.” Uglula stood up, walked to the door, opened the door, suddenly turned back, and said flatly: “If you find it The third future of the tribe, I will be proud of you all my life… Even if I can’t find it, it doesn’t matter!”

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