Han Yuan: "..."

"Fuck," he thought through gritted teeth. "Shame."

The huge dragon shadow flashed behind Han Yuan, and the blue dragon plunged into the miasma in the southern border like a sea, and never looked back.

He will stay here forever.

The group parted at this point. You Liang, who had settled Tianyan's funeral, had nowhere to go. Li Yun followed Yan Zhengming's promise to Wu Changtian and decided to bring him back to Fuyao Mountain.

After Nian Da made a report, he went to the East China Sea alone to look for Nian Mingming's reincarnation.

But in the vast sea of ​​people, how easy is it to find an ordinary little baby boy? What's more, Han Yuan just told him a general direction, and whether it is allowed or not is still a matter of debate.

Nian Da spent a few days in the vicinity of the East China Sea, but was not reconciled. He wanted to find a place to live for a while and slowly searched.

He pretended to be a mortal and asked someone to inquire about a cheap place to complain. He was led by a fisherman to a very remote place on the east coast. He saw a wolfberry tree as big as a jīng. Rows of red fruit hung like blood beads, and under the tree sat a small dilapidated yard.

A pigsty is surrounded by a few large stones at the entrance of the courtyard, and there is a pair of couples by the door.

Nian Da was stunned by such audacity, and after a long while, he knocked on the door awkwardly, but didn't dare to knock loudly, like a rat scratching the door.

After scratching for a while, no one answered, Nian Da was ready to leave, and he heard a "crunch", and a man with a big shoulder and a round waist came out.

The strong man stared at Nian Da and shouted, "Aren't you full? Will you knock on the door? I can't stand it!"

Nian Da was stunned by the indescribable style of this mortal, and said casually: "Stay... live, former, senior, I live."

"Senior?" The brawny man raised his eyebrows and said in a loud voice, "Oh, you are still a cultivator after all this trouble, and I have never seen such a useless cultivator like you, jiāo money, get in here!"

Nian Da didn't dare to have the slightest objection, and rolled in smoothly.

And it was not until Nian Da lived in the East China Sea for more than two months that the demonic energy between the mountains and rivers gradually settled and dissipated——

The 108,000-level Unrepentant Stage made the two great masters in this world trek for nearly three months.

There were countless wounds on their bodies, even Cheng Qian, the moment he saw the top, couldn't help staggering under his feet and almost knelt down.

It was too difficult, the sword light of Frost Blade was worn down, Cheng Qian wanted to just roll down from here, he couldn't imagine how Tong Ru got up back then.

Not regretting the silence on the stage, Yan Zhengming's footsteps in front of him suddenly stopped.

Cheng Qian hoarsely said: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zhengming: "You come and see."

I saw that there was a footprint on the stage, which was stained with blood. Now the blood has revealed a stale rust color, but it has been faithfully preserved by the stage, and it has not faded for hundreds of years.

Just by looking at this thrilling footprint, you can imagine what it was like when Tong Ru broke in alone. He stepped on the platform of no regrets with one leg, and the other leg was still on the stone steps, all injured.

He must have been at the end of his streak and put his hands on his knees weakly, leaving such a heavy footprint.

When he used the last of his strength to lift his head and look at the gleaming wish that came to fruition, did it seem like he was seeing an unreachable dream?

No one took turns holding swords with him and guarding each other. He was alone with unreasonable thoughts that he had nowhere to tell. Under the double torture of his inner demons and his conscience, he turned away from the world and came on blood.

Thinking about it this way, although the younger generation knew that he had gone into trouble for his own selfish desires and caused a lot of trouble, he was suddenly unable to say such harsh words.

The original imprint of no regrets in the middle of the stage is still there, the two paused for a while, and took off Bingxinhuo with all his might.

The stone seemed to have a spirit, as long as the person pushed it gently, it returned to its place and settled down in a tight fit.

The floating light flowing in the middle of it froze for a moment, and the entangled demonic energy around it seemed to have turned into a handful of fine ash, and suddenly disappeared.

I don't regret that the stage is spotless, and I don't see a spell, but it makes people feel extremely quiet, as if people have all kinds of ambitions in their hearts. When they come here, they will involuntarily calm down and return to the purity of human nature.

Traveling through 108,000 steps here, it seems like a destination that has survived 108,000 disasters.

Cheng Qian heard the numerous cries and shouts, laughter and roars, and they all walked away from him together, as if a dream that had been immersed for many years had come to an end.

His legs were a little numb, and his feet stumbled, so he complied with instinct, lay down on his back, and listened to the chaotic inner demons around him gradually calming down, feeling that he had no strength at all.

Yan Zhengming was not much better than him, he supported most of his weight on the frost blade, stood beside him for a while, and suddenly asked: "In those days, Master Tong Ru made a wish to the one who made his wish come true. At that time, I would like to sacrifice millions of resentful souls... What about now? What is it?"

Cheng Qian closed his eyes and said inaudibly, "No matter what, that stone didn't actually make his wish come true, did it?"

The bloodline of the Fuyao faction is still broken, and Master Mu Chun is still dead.

Therefore, people still decided to leave one by one, and the world was still dragged into a protracted chaos...

So far it is off.

The catastrophe is like a fire that has scorched the plain, crushing it mercilessly and irresistibly, burning everything in the ashes.

Only the buds of fine grass, after death, still silently sprouted in the chūn wind.

"Withered trees meet chūn", like a beginning, or maybe an ending.

Yan Zhengming stood still for a moment and said, "When we go back, you can take me to Wangyou Valley when you have time. I want to meet Master and Master."

Cheng Qian said unobtrusively, "Go and show off to them, senior brother, your great achievements in turning the tide and reviving the sect in the past hundred years?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

The feeling of being seen through by the younger brother is really uncomfortable.

He raised his leg angrily and gave Cheng Qian a kick: "Let you lead the way, you will lead the way, where's the nonsense!"

Unfortunately, this planned trip is doomed to backfire.

Two months later, Yan Zhengming held a "blind eye" in his mouth and tried hard to hide his anger. He and Cheng Qian sneaked into Wangyou Valley at the moment of dizziness. Found Tong Ru's burial place.

Who knew that the bones that were there were gone.

The two searched around for several times, but found nothing. Cheng Qian almost suspected that he had misremembered the place until he finally dug out a rusty copper coin from under the big tree.

Then I remembered that Tong Ruo had said that next time I come again, I'm afraid I won't be able to see each other again.

Probably because that person's sentence has expired, his crime has been atonement, and he has finally gone with the mountains and rivers.

The two left Wangyou Valley on the same road before dawn, and Yan Zhengming spit out the blindfolded leaves and asked, "Have the spirits of master and master dissipated?"

Cheng Qian thought for a while and replied, "It's better to say it's flying."

Thinking of this, suddenly felt relieved.

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The Story of Fuyao Mountain

(1) Boss Wen and Little Fatty

Half a year later, Nian Da said goodbye to Boss Wen, settled the money for the hotel, and prepared to go back to Fuyao Mountain. Boss Wen's surname was Wen Jing, and he was the broken inn owner of "Sanwen One Night". Walking through the darts, full of the fierceness of the rivers and lakes, he can eat eight big steamed buns in one meal.

The farewell scene of the two was without any sadness, because the third friend present was too good to mix.

This friend is only three feet tall, and his teeth are just long. At first glance, the difference between length and width is not big. When encountering a steep slope, there is basically no need to walk hard, and it is enough to roll eighteen on the spot. Howling so heartbroken, weeping mournfully, "Mother...Mother won't leave!"

This little friend has countless mothers, men and women, young and old. Among them, there is one biological mother, and the rest are recognized by himself - whoever gives him food, he will call whoever is mother.

Boss Wen covered one ear and roared at Nian Da, "Didn't you say you're here to find someone? I found it... oh, think of a way to make this ghastly thing stop howling!"

Nian Da raised his voice and tried to cover the piercing cries of the brat, and shouted, "Get him a candy!"

Boss Wen said, "Where the hell am I going to find candy!"

After finishing speaking, he angrily entered the room, pulled out a piece of braised duck neck from the kitchen, and shoved it into the mouth of the chubby chubby: "Eat, eat, eat!"

The little fat man tapped his mouth and tasted something, and suddenly he was no longer interested in Nian Da, and squatted aside and nibbled quietly.

Boss Wen looked at Little Fatty in dismay and asked, "Is he the one you're looking for?"

The old face was ashamed.

Boss Wen: "Yes, I've heard that your cultivator pays attention to reincarnation, but your fellow Daoist didn't practice pot-bellied magic in his last life, right?"

Nianda: "..."

Although not in... not far.

The reincarnated child who had practiced pot belly magic grinned at Boss Wen without any worries, ran up to him with the duck neck in his mouth, and shouted crisply on his back, "Mother!"

Boss Wen said expressionlessly: "Go away!"

After scolding, Boss Wen seemed to suddenly feel a little emotional, and said: "Speaking of reincarnation, I have traveled to many places since I was sensible, and I felt that something was wrong when I went to the East China Sea. It feels like I'm going home... I heard that there were many monks in the East China Sea area a hundred years ago, do you think I'm not the reincarnation of someone else?"

Nian Da listened to it and asked tentatively, "Does Boss Wen also want to ask the immortals? Why don't I introduce you..."

"Hey, that's what I said," Boss Wen waved his hand and casually touched Little Fatty's big bald scoop, "I feel that even if I cultivate, I won't be able to do much, so after I finish my studies, I still want to start a small business. As the owner of the inn, just like now, you always take off your pants and fart when you repair – okay, I have stabilized this ancestor for you, you can go quickly, goodbye by fate.”