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This kind of creation and the rejection of the spiritual power of heaven and earth attributes in the body made Senior Brother Qingming suffer for twenty years.

In the entire twenty years, Senior Brother Qing Ming has not been fighting against this congenital disease for a single day.

So much so that he never left the Two Realms Mountain.

He was strong! so strong that it was impossible to imagine the tenacity and perseverance hidden in that thin body!

So Chongyang admires himself very much!

Not only admiration, but also admiration!

......

In the early autumn of the fortieth year of Dayan, after the students of Bodhi Academy returned to the Demon Gate of the Two Realms Mountain, a black carriage drove into the earth of the world from the Demon Realm.

The new gate master in the eighteen-fold purgatory, who was suffering from an innate disease, went out of the Two Realms Mountain in the company of Uncle Qingpao, the first powerhouse of the Demon Gate, to find the lost Shennong Hundred Sketches to cure this congenital disease!

Qing Ming is out of the mountain for the first time!

Out of the mountains for the first time in 20 years!

He didn't have the heart to appreciate the colorful and magnificent scenery of autumn along the way, and he didn't have the heart to look up at the clear sky and the clouds that changed with the wind.

At a very young age, he was sealed by the Creation Mixed Yuan Diagram and sealed for five hundred years.

When he woke up 500 years later, he contracted an incurable disease.

He lived in the eighteenth purgatory for twenty years, and he didn't see the world, only heard the sound of the demon.

He had never been in the human world, but he knew that the colorful colors and the structure of everything in this world all came from those magical spiritual powers that were difficult to capture.

Therefore, in his eyes, the myriad colors of the human world are just spiritual powers with different attributes.

And that's all!

He has a lot of mixed element beads in his body, and he doesn't feel new and strange in this world.

Because the world he wants to see has long been imprinted in his body!

The world is in him!

......

It's autumn again.

In the autumn of last year, Bodhi Academy opened for enrollment, and Bodhi City, which is an important transportation hub of the Dayan Empire and the Seven Prefectures, gathered young heroes and leaders from all over the world, and Bodhi City was very lively!

The whole year is fleeting, and the Bodhi City in the autumn of the 40th year of Dayan is undoubtedly deserted and empty compared with last year and today.

Of course, those people who have lived in Bodhi City for generations will naturally not lose the joy of life and the meaning of survival because of the desertion of this city, nor will they burn incense and worship God because of the prosperity and liveliness of this city, hoping that they will live a long life.

After all, that's life!

Whether it is joy or sorrow, whether it is poor or rich, it will eventually return to peace in the course of time.

That's life!

The people of Bodhi City naturally know how to live.

Therefore, whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter or whether Bodhi Academy is open for enrollment, the opera and cheers in the theater have never stopped, and there are still business travelers and casual cultivators who come and go in the inn to stay or rest.

Tianxiang Pavilion is still full of lights and laughter.

The young son of the shopkeeper of the pastry shop was still playing with his playmate in front of the door holding a willow branch and playing the role of a swordsman or swordsman, and then accidentally fell at the feet of a female customer who came to buy pastries.

The child fell, but did not cry.

In his cognition, whether it is a swordsman or a swordsman, he is a hero who never sheds tears, even if it hurts really when he falls.

The female customer who came to buy the pastry squatted down slightly, looked at the child's eyes rolling but held back the tears that had not been shed, and smiled slightly. Then he unpacked the oiled paper, took out a piece of pastry and handed it to the strong child.

The boy knew his own pastry, and after taking a full bite, the intimacy in his mouth made him no longer feel the pain in his body, and he got up happily, waved the willow branch in his hand, and fought the 'enemy' who had defeated him for another three hundred rounds.

The woman got up, looked back at the sign of the shop, then gently pinched a piece of pastry with her slender fingers, put it in her mouth, and left happily with her hands behind her back.

I had long heard that there was a shop in Bodhi City that made snowflake cream and its deliciousness, which was not much better than the authentic Xingyun State snowflake cream, so she specially stayed in this city for a long time, in order to find a long-missed person, and also for this nostalgic and reluctant snowflake cream.

It's been a long time since she's eaten such delicious and nostalgic snowflake cream.

That's the taste of memory.

She remembered that the last time was in the palace city, it was the snowflake cream that Yan Nanfei, the ninth prince of the Dayan Empire, invited her and the people closest to her to eat.

Breathing in the free air, enjoying the cool autumn feeling, and tasting her favorite pastries, the woman walked on the most spacious street in Bodhi City, and couldn't help but miss it in vain.

The woman passed by Tianxiang Pavilion.

There was a rather sumptuous banquet on the window side of the Tianxiang attic, and the banquet was not for anyone else, but for many new students who had just entered Bodhi Academy last autumn. The host is naturally the fiancé of Yu Zhongtang, the new shopkeeper of Tianxiang Pavilion, and Jiang Manlou, who has the title of the world's first family.

Jiang Manlou's table is a farewell banquet.

He couldn't remember how many farewell banquets he had since the beginning of autumn, but he knew that after each banquet, he would have fewer like-minded classmates in Bodhi Academy.

He once sent away his ten sons and comrades one by one, but now he wants to say goodbye to his classmates.

Jiang Manlou sometimes wondered what he was still insisting on staying in Bodhi Academy for.

He didn't have an answer to that question, he thought, maybe not for anything, maybe he just wanted to wait for someone to wake up.

He just wants to wait for someone to wake up!

......

Jiang Manlou during the banquet was rarely a little interested.

If it weren't for the boring scholar who was pulled out of the library building today, his farewell banquet would still be boring!

Jiang Manlou held a jar of wine, his eyes were sluggish, and he drunkenly pushed open the window, the cool breeze came to his face, and the thick wine flowed into his mouth, and he simply spit directly into the wine jar.

After a while, Jiang Manlou staggered directly against the window, raised his arm, wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, his languishing eyes blinked tiredly, and he seemed to see a familiar back walking down the street below the attic.

A name came to mind, and Jiang Manlou's drunkenness was suddenly dispelled by the autumn wind, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He was sure he saw the back, a very familiar one.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the street under the window, and said intermittently, "Books, scholars...... Books, Nebulae...... Nebula, come here!"

Li Xingyun, a scholar at the banquet, was not in the mood and interest in drinking.

Even if he is in the mood and in a strong mood, he will not drink.

The reason why Jiang Manlou agreed to come to Tianxiang Pavilion to accompany him was just that he was worried that the guy would not be able to find his way up the mountain to return to the academy after he was drunk. Or on the way up the mountain, you can take the cliff as the ancient rumored sage's cave, and jump directly to the Netherworld Mansion to report the treasure search.

Li Xingyun doesn't want to lose such a classmate.

Although Jiang Manlou doesn't look reliable.

After hearing the sound, Li Xingyun walked from the banquet and walked to Jiang Manlou's side, his eyes followed Jiang Manlou's erratic fingers, and he actually saw a familiar figure.

A figure that has been looking for a long time and has become a disaster.

Without the slightest hesitation, scholar Li Xingyun jumped directly from the attic.