It’s the mountain rain and mist ghosts on the Jinyang Road, the stone carvings and dusk on the hand-climbing rocks, the first sight of Yidu City, the singing and dancing shadows in the small courtyard, the upright head catcher diagonally opposite the door, and the tile houses.

Zhizhou pretended to meet him by chance and inquired about immortality.

Who could have thought at that time that the head catcher would follow the same path as Zhou Lei Gong, and that Zhizhou would also become a wise prime minister and a king in the underworld?

On the Liujiang River in Xuzhou, a small boat crossed thousands of miles in a few days.

When Ling Bo sent the letter, the Jianghu woman, who was also trustworthy, surrendered to him for the first time:

"If you are a member of the martial arts world, please sign up first. My surname is Wu, and I am named Sui. I am a disciple of the Yizhou Xishan Sect. How do you call me sir?"

Anqing under the misty rain is still the most beautiful scene in the world, and the Liujiang Conference is indeed a grand gathering of rivers and lakes. The figures of those warriors dancing and fighting are still in front of him, and the encounter with the old Yanxian and the little Yanxian seems like yesterday.

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I met a peerless swordsman by chance in Yi Zhuang, and visited the Xiantian Mountain God in the mountains. Looking back at this time, what impressed me most was the Jiang Puhua all over the mountain.

The rain stops at night in Nanhua, and Yunding realizes the Tao and seeks immortality.

I met Zhou Lei Gong for the first time by Jingdao Lake. At that time, he had not yet served as the chief officer of the Lei Department.

It was dark outside Changjing City, but my old friend still kept his promise.

The lame Imperial Master came to visit in person, showing his magnanimity, the old emperor asked about immortality, and was full of majesty, the apricot blossoms on the long mountain were picturesque, and the general returned from the gate of the east city.

Who knew their outcome at that time.

During the Qingming Festival, on the Hexian Tower, a woman dressed in white played a guqin song with magical skills and easily deceived the Taoist.

Thinking about it now, it's still amazing.

The Taoist couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

When thinking of the war in the north, the first thing that Taoist thinks of is the year of wind and rain in Hezhou. But what he remembers most deeply is the heavy snowfall in Guijun in the cold winter, and the retrograde figure during the rampant epidemic.

The snowfields melted, the rouge-like sun rose from the borrowed mountains, and the soldiers of the three armies threw their guns and celebrated on the spot with a great victory on the frontier. But I don’t know whether the grassland turtle city that was once filled with ghost soldiers and generals can still survive thousands of years later.

Leaving ruins, how many of the continuous snow temples can be left? Will the rumors of Dr. Cai's cure for the epidemic still spread in the world?

The Taoist's eyes were in a trance for a while, and he seemed to have returned to the shocking scene of the Qingtong forest in Yuezhou, where the divine bird flew across the night sky.

That day he learned that his master had left him.

On Beiqin Mountain, when Divine Doctor Cai decided to practice medicine again, it was obvious that the whole world and the fate of countless people would change accordingly. The shocking battle at Fengzhou Ye Mountain has now become only insignificant in the Taoist's memory.

This scene makes the overseas experience and the prosperity of Yangdu even more evocative.

"The world has changed..."

"Do you have the guts to fight this evil spirit?"

"Why did you steal my bamboo stick?"

"The world is going to be in chaos..."

"I would like to ask Your Majesty, is life still valuable at this time?"

"..."

Pictures are connected in series.

The memory passed by like quicksand. It was a moment in the past twenty years and a moment in the long river of history. Now, it has become a picture, floating in his mind.

A monstrous fire destroyed the Qingtong Forest, which was thousands of years old, the only remaining ancient world in the world.

Among the Danxia in Longzhou, the Taoist walked slowly, the sky in front of the sulfur lake was full of wind and sand, the Taoist walked towards him, the camel caravan in the desert and the golden dusk, the Taoist watched the sunset quietly, the ancient temple in the mountain gave a sense of vast and heavy historical wind and frost.

I still remember the words floating in the wind:

"If you want to be like Buddhas, dragons, and elephants, you must first be like oxen and horses for all sentient beings."

The snow in Mingsha Mountain, the fire in Earth Fire Country, the dripping water from Huayan Mountain forms a lake, and the ice melts everywhere in Jasper Country.

That flaming mountain is about to go out, right?

Returning to Yidu has been a dream for many years.

Yunzhou has beautiful scenery. On the mountains, a real dragon breathes, thousands of mountains turn green, and spring comes to the earth. I am afraid that the scene at that time will still be deeply imprinted in the mind of the Taoist until the end of his life.

"We are here in a ghost town for the Taoist Priest. The Taoist Priest gave us the Immortality Pill, a fair exchange... Now it is natural to follow the Taoist Priest's example, 'wash away the dust of life, travel thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and be the master of the country.' Although it was only back then.

I said it casually while chatting on a boat on the river, but it was not a lie."

"There should be more good news from now on. Don't forget the idle man on the river."

"This move is in line with the way of heaven, and in line with the people's hearts. Please be aware of this, and do not do anything that goes against heaven."

"I am here to surrender to you by order of the Emperor of Heaven!"

"I am True Lord Huoyang!"

"Please all the priests and generals to subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

"I came here to ask the Mirror God for advice..."

"I need to ask, is Thunder Lord the god of the common people in the world, or the god of the Heavenly Emperor?"

"Taoist Priest, you owe us one of your tails, and you will live for a hundred years."

"..."

The morning in the mountains was really quiet. The world outside the window was motionless. Even the clouds and mist floating in the mountains stopped changing. The Taoist was still lying on the attic.

My eyes were in a trance for a while.

Of course, the most important thing was the cat that looked at him warily in the small mountain temple.

"I am the Empress of Sanhua."

"I just helped people down the mountain catch mice. And I originally had a temple, but it was a small temple. Later, someone brought my clay statue to this big temple. I didn't come here."

"Then why do you want me to follow you?"

"I don't know what loneliness is."

"I don't know what a bride price is."

"If I eat your fish, will I become your cat?"

"Do you eat bugs?"

"Are you going to eat mice?"

"You're not smart."

"I am very smart."

"How did you know it was in there?"

"Miss Sanhua, I think you are right."

"It's just raining..."

"Can't understand……"

"You seem very powerful."

"It's good to drink boiled water. Everyone drinks boiled water. Boiled water tastes round, but cold water tastes sharp."

"Eat the rabbit!"

"This mountain is exploded!"

"It's just dust..."

"Cats are all like this..."

"Sanhua Empress' lantern is so powerful that it can burn a hole in the night."

"..."

The previous twenty years were spent in her company, and the next many years will obviously be spent in her company. When we met by chance on the Jinyang Road, I have to say that this was truly a journey.

The biggest reward in my life. I have had many blessings in the past twenty years, but nothing has ever exceeded this one.

When I came to my senses in a daze, it was almost dawn.

The cat was still lying on the table, sleeping soundly.

Song You looked away from the mountain scenery outside the window and looked at Mao'er again, his eyes flickering, but he still didn't wake her up. He just put back the travel notes again, got up carefully, and walked downstairs.

After taking a few steps, he stopped again, turned around and lowered his head.

A calico cat, confused and knocked down, followed him, as if he didn't remember anything and just followed him instinctively.

When she noticed that the Taoist had stopped, she felt something was wrong. She looked up and saw a sleepy look on her face.

The cat sat down and scratched its head with its hind feet.

"Taoist priest……"

"Um."

"Has Sanhua Empress been influenced by you?"
To be continued...