How can I be a trainer when my girlfriend is so cute?

If it weren't for the incredible navigation ability of the messenger bird, leading Fang Ci and his party through the dense forest with wind and snow, and across the steep and unpredictable glacier cracks, he might never have seen the shocking secret hidden in the heart of the snow-capped mountains in his entire life - an ancient and magnificent relic, lying quietly under the dust of time, waiting to be awakened by the right person.

The grandeur of the ruins is still shocking even after countless years. Although most of the buildings have turned into ruins, leaving only lonely broken walls and ruins, telling the past glory and vicissitudes in the wind and snow, the remaining walls and stone pillars are still engraved with breathtaking exquisite patterns. These patterns are complex and delicate, colorful (although only faded traces remain now), as if they can travel through time and space, allowing people to glimpse the extraordinary artistic attainments and ultimate pursuit of beauty of ancient craftsmen.

The sun occasionally penetrates the heavy clouds and shines on these ancient ruins, coating the cold stone surface with a layer of warm golden light. In the interweaving of light and shadow, those exquisite patterns seem to be given life, slowly telling ancient and mysterious stories. Fang Ci stood here, his heart filled with awe and wonder. He seemed to be able to hear the echo of history, ringing softly in his ears, telling the story of the former glory and honor of this relic, and how it slowly sank in the long river of time until it was forgotten by the world.

Because of his father, Fang Ci also has some knowledge of history, so when he first saw the ruins, Fang Ci could tell from the layout that the ruins in front of him should have been a temple. However, Fang Ci's ability made it difficult to tell which era the temple belonged to.

"Aunt Xiaohe should be very interested in this place." Fang Ci took out his camera and took dozens of photos of the ruins. Looking at this scene full of historical atmosphere, he couldn't help but think of Leihe who was far away in Zhuotai City.

"I don't know how Aunt Xiaohe and Snorlax are doing now, and whether there has been any progress in the research. It's a pity that my cell phone has no signal now, otherwise if I sent these photos to Aunt Xiaohe, she would definitely come here as soon as possible." Putting down the camera in his hand, Fang Ci thought with some regret.

"Fang Ci, come and see what this is?" Diancie's voice was filled with excitement and curiosity that could not be concealed, as if she had discovered a treasure. Her call instantly broke the tranquility in the ruins, and Fang Ci, who was immersed in historical contemplation, suddenly came back to his senses, with a hint of doubt and expectation in his eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation, Fang Ci quickly adjusted his pace and ran towards Diancie with brisk steps. After passing through the ruins and several collapsed stone pillars, he finally came to Diancie's side. Diancie was standing on tiptoe, staring at the ordinary yet unusual wall in front of her with focused and obsessive eyes.

On the wall, an ancient mural is faintly visible in the dim light. Due to the ruthless erosion of time and the ruthless destruction of wind and snow, the colors on the mural have been mottled and fallen off, and most of the patterns are blurred. However, even so, the few remaining strokes still reveal an indescribable charm and beauty, as if containing some mysterious power, which attracts people involuntarily.

The story on the mural was like a grand epic, slowly unfolding before Fang Ci and Dianxi, bringing them into an ancient and mysterious world.

The scene begins with a quiet snowy mountain village, with white snow covering the roofs and streets, a peaceful scene. However, this tranquility was soon broken - a terrible demon suddenly appeared in the village. The demon had no form, and looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. Its body was composed of countless resentful spirits. Its huge body covered the sky like a dark cloud, and its tentacles spread out, wantonly destroying everything in front of it. The villagers were terrified and fled in all directions, and the whole village fell into chaos and despair.

At this critical moment, the scene turns to the second part, where a trainer stands up and bravely stands in front of the demon with his six elves. Although the specific images of the trainer and the elves are blurred due to the erosion of time, the firm belief and fearless courage are conveyed to Fang Ci and Diancie through the mural. They seem to feel the power of unity and fighting against evil together. After a fierce battle, the trainer and his elves finally defeated the demon with wisdom and courage, bringing long-lost peace and tranquility to the village.

In the third painting, although the devil has been defeated, it cannot be completely eliminated. In order to prevent it from continuing to do evil, the hero who saved the village collected the 108 scattered spirits after the devil was defeated, and sealed these spirits in a stone with special powers.

Finally, in order to thank the brave trainer and his elves for saving their lives, the residents of the snowy mountains decided to build a temple to remember this kindness forever. The last part of the mural shows the construction of the temple: the villagers worked together to build this solemn and sacred building with their hands and sweat. Inside the temple, there are statues or portraits of trainers and elves, but their specific faces are no longer recognizable, to express endless admiration and gratitude for them. At the same time, the scene of the sealed vengeful spirits is also cleverly integrated into the design of the temple, reminding future generations to never forget that dark history and the heroes who fought bravely to protect their homes.

On the mottled and weathered edges of the murals, lines of epic poems inscribed in ancient Padma quietly tell of the past glory and tragedy. These words seem to have traveled through thousands of years, still maintaining amazing integrity and clarity, forming a sharp contrast with the patterns on the murals that have been eroded by time. The characters in ancient Padma are like ancient spells, exuding an indescribable magic that makes people think deeply.

Fang Ci and Diancie stood in front of the mural, their eyes involuntarily attracted by the words. Although Fang Ci's knowledge of the ancient Paddian language was limited to the basics, he could still vaguely recognize several key words: "Paddian Empire", "Ghost", "Disaster", "Six Heroes", "Seal" and a familiar number "One Hundred and Eight". These words were like keys, gradually opening the door to their imagination of this historical story.

As his thoughts deepened, Fang Ci began to try to string these words together, and combined with the murals on the wall, he gradually outlined the general outline of the epic in his mind.

"Messenger~"

Just as Fang Ci and Diancie were deeply immersed in the epic story before them, the panicked voice of the messenger bird brought them back to reality.

Seeing this, Fang Ci and Dianxi turned their heads, looked at each other, and immediately ran towards the direction of the messenger bird.

"What's up messenger bird?"

Seeing the messenger bird standing in front of a pile of rubble with a surprised look on its face, Fang Ci immediately asked.

"Messenger~"

After hearing Fang Ci's voice, the shocked expression on the messenger bird's face eased a little, and it pointed at the rubble in front of it and shouted loudly at Fang Ci.

As soon as it entered the ruins, the messenger bird, who had been here before, immediately found something wrong. Although the ruins were very quiet in the past, it could occasionally see the shadows of bronze mirror monsters and bronze bells. In addition, the messenger bird also felt that the layout of the ruins had changed, until it saw the piles of rubble in front of it and then reacted.

The statues that once stood in the center of the hall, symbolizing a certain power and faith, have now turned into piles of scattered rubble. They lie in a mess on the cold ground, or are piled up into irregular hills, no longer able to show their former grandeur and majesty. Occasionally, traces of carvings can still be identified among the rubble, but those exquisite lines and vivid expressions have been ruthlessly destroyed, leaving only a blur and desolation.

"These statues were obviously destroyed recently." Fang Ci's words were full of unquestionable determination. He slowly bent down and gently touched a piece of scattered rubble on the ground with his fingertips. The sunlight shone through the crack above his head and just fell on this small piece of debris, reflecting the clear and sharp fresh cracks on it.

Combined with the murals seen before, it is not difficult to guess that the destroyed statues in front of us are the six heroes and their trainers depicted in the murals. And it is self-evident who is the murderer who smashed these originally intact statues beyond recognition with strong hatred.

It was obvious that the demon that had ravaged the entire snowy mountain and was then sealed by six heroes had resurrected!

A demon that feeds on energy, a monstrous grudge, a strange green flame, the undead that once wreaked havoc, the keystone that sealed the undead. After connecting the clues one by one, the true face of the demon that had been wantonly plundering energy in the snowy mountains in recent days was already very clear in Fang Ci's mind.

After being sealed in the keystone, the 108 evil souls did not remain quiet. Instead, they gradually merged with the keystone that sealed them and were born into a new kind of elf - the Flower Rock Monster!

Although for many people now, Rockflower is no longer as legendary as it used to be, because breeders have found a way to breed Rockflower, this Pokémon is no longer so rare.

But it is undeniable that compared to those flower rock monsters cultivated in the breeding house, each of the naturally born flower rock monsters has a catastrophic level of ability. Because of the long-term seal, the original power of the flower rock monsters has been lost, but the resentment accumulated in their hearts has also increased day by day. Therefore, the flower rock monsters born naturally and filled with resentment and evil thoughts and the flower rock monsters cultivated in the breeding house can be regarded as two completely different spirits. Although they have the same name and appearance, their powers are not at the same level at all.

The most famous creature of this era is the Gnawka of the Sinnoh champion Miss Takeran. Takeran is one of the strongest trainers today, and her Gnawka is strong enough to rank among the best in her team. In the semi-finals of the World Championships, the most prestigious arena, it even achieved an amazing result of one for three, conquering everyone with its strength.

"Zorroark" This low and rapid call echoed in the empty ruins hall, with an indescribable sense of urgency and excitement. Zoroark, at this moment, was staring at its sharp eyes, its gaze penetrating through the layers of rubble, as if it could see directly into the secrets hidden deep inside.

Its body leaned forward slightly, its limbs tense, and its hair stood up slightly in excitement, showing a posture ready to strike. The air was filled with not only the dust of gravel and the heaviness of history, but also an indescribable resentment and malice that lingered in the hall like a substance. For Zoroark, this force was like the attraction of a magnet to iron filings, which could not be resisted or ignored.

Zoroark's perception is far superior to that of ordinary people. It can clearly feel the darkness and hatred contained in that power. They are like a turbulent ocean, constantly impacting its mind. This power may be a fatal threat to other creatures, but for Zoroark, it is an indescribable temptation and challenge. Every cell in its body is cheering, as if telling of its desire and yearning for this power.

Fang Ci's eyes were deep, and there seemed to be some subtle connection between him and Zoroark, allowing him to clearly sense the fluctuations in his heart. Looking at Zoroark's body trembling slightly due to excitement, and his eyes flashing with desire, Fang Ci couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart. But he quickly adjusted his emotions and comforted Zoroark with a gentle and firm voice: "Zoroark, don't worry, it won't escape."

Fang Ci took a step forward and gently stroked Zoroark's fluffy and soft fur, as if giving it a kind of silent strength and comfort. Under his comfort, Zoroark finally calmed down gradually. Although the desire for that power was still flashing in his eyes, he no longer had the impatience and impulsiveness before.

Seeing Zoroark calm down, Fang Ci breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around and found that all the elves and companions were gathered here, their eyes full of anticipation and nervousness for the unknown challenge. So, he took a deep breath and repeated in detail the information he knew about the Flower Rock Monster.

After all, the opponent is a flower rock monster with strange abilities and extremely powerful strength, so Fang Ci told the elves to be never too careful.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Fang Ci nodded to Yuan Zengyuan.

"Wish~"

After receiving Fang Ci's signal, Yuan Zengyuan immediately raised his hands and a huge amount of spiritual energy surged out. With a roar from Yuan Zengyuan, the spiritual energy instantly exploded and turned into an invisible torrent, rushing towards the pile of rubble in the center of the hall. Under the impact of this force, the rubble seemed to be gently lifted up by invisible hands, slowly rising into the air, making bursts of dull sounds.

As the base slowly moved, a deep cave entrance gradually appeared in front of everyone. The entrance was dark, as if it led to another world. A cold breath came out of it, which made people shudder. However, Fang Ci and the elves' eyes flashed with determination. They knew that this was their destination and the challenge they were about to face.