The four murderers separated again in front of the temple, and I don't know when the next meeting will be, maybe the next goodbye will be thousands of years away. But there was no attachment between them, just a very ordinary separation.

Before parting, Ming Yijun specially walked up to the Emperor and asked him if there was anything useful for him. He didn't speak, just looked at him in a very strange way for a moment.

In Ming Yijun's opinion, there seemed to be a strange look on his unrecognizable face. However, he only looked at him for a moment and said:

"There's nothing, there's no need to worry about it. ”

Hearing what Jun said this, Ming Yijun's heart was a little more at ease, and after saying goodbye to the other three, he began to walk in the direction of the capital.

Ming Yijun's divine soul has not been back to ** for a long time, so it is not particularly adaptable. The specific manifestation of this maladaptation is a headache. He understood that the soul separation naturally had to pay some price, and the price of this headache was too low compared to the benefits brought by the separation of the soul. So he didn't really care. It's just that this violent headache made him unable to resist the wind as usual, so he had to move forward slowly. So he sent a letter to Zhan Lu with a paper crane:

"Don't read it. ”

Watching the paper crane fly out of his hand, Ming Yijun's mood relaxed.

He had already left, and he didn't ask for his help before leaving. Ming Yijun understood that perhaps this meant that he thought that he could solve the problems in the Book of Heaven by himself. In this way, at least for a while, Ming Yijun can get the peace he wants.

Ming Yijun has always believed that he is the most trustworthy person. Perhaps because the Emperor is the most special of the four evils, his wisdom is by no means comparable to others. Since he didn't ask him for help, he could enjoy a little of the pleasure he longed for in peace.

He happily recalled the time when he was out of his body, he went into a dream to find Zhanlu. It was just a dream, but the touch of his body seemed so real. He created this illusion for the two of them, and both of them were addicted to it. He remembered that her body was extremely soft and her expression was lovely and pitiful. He couldn't help but wonder if he went back this time and the scene in his dream became real, wouldn't it taste better?

In this way, he happily walked forward, leaving the sphere of the temple's influence and returning to the human world.

Perhaps because of the lack of the influence of the temple, his headache seemed to be better. Although I still can't resist the wind, I can travel a lot faster.

Spring has arrived, the weeping willows have given birth to tender yellow new leaves, and the breeze is blowing, which makes people feel refreshed. The women on the street are wearing extremely flowing dresses, which are full of fairy spirit and have a very beautiful posture.

Ming Yijun also carried a few of these dresses in his bag, which he found from the temple.

When I go back, I'll bring this dress to Zhan Lu to wear. The dresses that Zhan Lu usually wears are a little too plain, not that they are not good-looking, but if she wears such a dress, it must be beautiful.

He walked all the way without noticing any difference in the scenery on the road from the past. He walked half the distance in two months, and felt that his spirit had returned to its place, so he began to travel against the wind, and arrived in the capital in an instant.

The capital seemed to be a little different from the last time he came in a state of divine spirit, and it took a little effort for Ming Yijun to find the small wine shop in Zhanlu.

It's still that small, but it's ...... From the outside, it looks like ...... More ...... than before Ruined?

However, Ming Yijun, who was in a happy state, didn't pay much attention to these details, and he walked into the wine shop.

The liquor store was no different from the last time he left, and it was full of drinkers. Seeing a stranger coming in, many people looked up at him.

But Ming Yijun suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

In this wine shop...... There is no breath of dew.

He believed he wasn't looking for the wrong place, but where did Zhan Lu go?

When the proprietress of the wine shop heard that there was a customer, she quickly ran out of the kitchen with a smile:

"This guest officer must have come from afar, what do you want to eat, what kind of wine do you want to drink?"

The proprietress of the restaurant looked to be in her twenties, very young and beautiful. However, Ming Yijun had no intention of admiring her beauty, and just asked:

"Do you know where the former owner of this liquor shop has gone?"

Suddenly asked such a question, the proprietress of the wine shop was also a little stunned, and only replied after a while:

"This wine shop...... It used to belong to my father, and before that, it belonged to my grandfather, and it has been in the hands of my family for generations, and it has never been sold to anyone else. ”

The proprietress said like a heavy hammer, hitting Ming Yijun's heart hard. Ming Yijun suddenly remembered the strange look of Jianjun when he was separated from him.

Now that I think about it, that expression ...... It's actually a lot like ...... Commiseration.

The guy ...... He must have noticed something he hadn't noticed!

Could it be that when he didn't pay attention, one hundred and eighty years had passed in the world?

Thinking of this possibility, Ming Yijun's face turned pale.

The shrine is a very special space. The wonder of it is that the speed of time in the temple is subtly different from the normal flow of time.

And this change is not fixed, whether the speed of time in the temple is the same or different from the outside world, whether the difference is more or less, depends entirely on the ...... of the temple Mood. The time in the temple can be the same as in the human world, and sometimes there will be a situation where you spend a day in the temple and the outside world has spent hundreds of years.

Yes, although it is difficult to call the temple a living being, it does have sentient beings. Perhaps because the love in the temple had been very stable before, there was almost no difference between the time in the temple and the time in the outside world, which made Ming Yijun almost forget about it.

But...... Ming Yijun thought of the battle that had unfolded in the temple before.

No, maybe that shouldn't be called a fight, it's a one-sided brutal killing. Ming Yijun remembered the mess they left behind in the temple, and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

They made such a mess of the temple, and it would be strange if the temple didn't teach them a lesson!

Looking back at the scenery and the women's clothes that he saw along the way, Ming Yijun realized that it had indeed been a long time since then.

However, there is no way to come back from the time that has passed, judging from the words of the proprietress, at least one hundred and eighty years have passed now, and the current top priority is to find Zhan Lu as soon as possible.

How is she now? Is she still alive? Will it still be the same way? The things she used to eat such as jade lime and snow honey can help her slow down aging, but she is only a mortal after all, and if a hundred years have passed, he is not sure that she is still alive in this world.

Ming Yijun's hands trembled a little.

He needed to see how much time had passed.

As one of the four murderers, Ming Yijun has the ability to calculate what happened thousands of years before and after, and he pinched his fingers to calculate, but found that the actual time that had passed seemed to be different from what he imagined.

100 Years ...... Eighty years...... 200 years ...... Ninety years ......

The estimated time was too far from what he imagined, Ming Yijun's eyes widened, and he let out a voice in great confusion:

"Huh?"