After Zhang Qian finished speaking, he saw that Zhang Yourou's eyes were a little red, and he suddenly sat down at the table and didn't move, his expression looked a little sad, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and asked softly: "Rou'er, what's wrong?

Zhang Yourou shook her head, and said with a forced smile on her face: "No, it's okay, let's eat quickly, after eating the New Year's dinner, we have to go to the grave of my parents on Qingyang Mountain to worship!"

Although she was pretending to laugh, a mist rose in her eyes, and she quickly reached out to wipe it.

Seeing this, Zhang Qian immediately knew why Zhang Yourou was suddenly sad and sad, and he must have thought that every time he used to celebrate the New Year, they had a reunion dinner with their parents, and the family was lively.

And this year, there were only two of them left, sitting alone at such a big dining table and eating the New Year's dinner.

Looking at the table full of dishes in front of him, Zhang Qian suddenly understood why Zhang Yourou was making so many dishes.

In the past, his mother cooked the annual reunion dinner by himself, and Zhang Yourou helped his mother by the side.

And her mother came from a famous family, and she has developed a habit since she was a child, and she is very particular about the pomp and circumstance of this important festival, and she is never sloppy, even if it is just a family of four people celebrating the New Year at home, there must be pomp and circumstance, and she will not simply perfunctory in order to save trouble.

Zhang Yourou has been with his mother for so many years, and some things have naturally been influenced by his mother, even if it is clear that only the two of them are celebrating the New Year, Zhang Yourou still does not compromise and makes a table full of dishes.

At this time, Zhang Qian and Zhang Yourou sat at the dining table and were silent, because of the change in Zhang Yourou's mood, the atmosphere of this New Year's dinner also became a little sad.

After a while, Zhang Yourou suddenly smiled, but she didn't dare to stare at Zhang Qian, and said with a somewhat evasive gaze: "Xiaoqian! I'm sorry, we should be happy for the New Year today, I shouldn't be like this, let you also be affected by me, thinking of those unhappy things!"

Zhang Qian shook his head and said, "It's okay, if you feel sad and want to cry, just cry, in front of me, you don't need to restrain yourself!"

Zhang Yourou smiled and said: "Xiaoqian, I'm really fine, let's eat quickly, after eating, it's time to go to our parents to worship!"

"En!" Zhang Qian replied and said, "It's just right, didn't I say last time that I went back to Jiangzhou and took you to a place? After paying homage to your parents, I will take you to that place to have a look, so that you can have a deeper understanding of the world!"

Zhang Yourou said: "Okay, if you don't mention this matter, I almost forgot about it!"

After speaking, the two began to eat, and after eating, when Zhang Yourou finished cleaning up the table, about eleven o'clock at noon, the two of them left the villa and drove towards Qingyang Mountain.

The location of Qingyang Mountain is relatively remote, and there is still a long way to go after getting off the national highway, Zhang Yourou threw the car on the side of the road and walked into the path with Zhang Qian.

After walking for about an hour, the two finally arrived at the foot of Qingyang Mountain, and as far as the eye could see, the peaks were undulating.

Qingyang Mountain is on the border of Jiangzhou City, and the mountain range extends in a north-south direction, with no end in sight, and few people will come here.

If it weren't for Zhang Qian's father, who instructed Zhang Yourou on his deathbed to bury him and Zhang Qian's mother in Qingyang Mountain after death, I am afraid that Zhang Qian's last life would not have come to this barren mountain no matter what.

In that way, Zhang Qian would not have inadvertently discovered the existence of the Shangqing Palace, let alone obtained the codex of the Shangqing Zhenren and the inheritance of the Wuji Gate, so as to embark on the road of cultivating immortals.

Zhang Qian and Zhang Yourou walked along a path full of thorns to the top of the mountain.

Because there are few people here, there is almost no path that can directly lead to the top of the mountain, when Zhang Qian's parents were buried, it was the Eight King Kongs they paid to hire to carry the remains of Zhang Qian's parents to the top of the mountain, and they also specially asked someone to open a road up the mountain in advance.

After more than a year, the path was still visible, but it was covered with weeds, and it was much more difficult to walk than it had been.

But for Zhang Qian, it was nothing, he easily opened the way in front, Zhang Yourou followed behind him, and soon the two arrived at the top of Qingyang Mountain.

The weeds and trees on the top of the mountain are not as dense as below, and the mountain road is much easier to walk, and Zhang Qian's parents are buried in a bare open space on the top of the mountain, which is very easy to identify.

But in a moment, Zhang Qian and Zhang Yourou came to the grave of his parents, two lonely graves, next to each other, in this vast world, among the barren mountains and mountains, comforting each other, making people feel desolate.

The two stone tablets in front of the tomb are covered with dust and look a little dilapidated and bleak.

As soon as Zhang Yourou walked to the grave, she saw the miserable appearance of these two lonely graves and tombstones, tears flowed out in an instant, standing in front of the tombstones, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her heart was sad and sad, as if she was about to suffocate.

Seeing this, Zhang Qian stepped forward and gently supported her body, and comforted her softly: "Rou'er, don't be sad, it's just that the tombstone is a little dirty, just clean it later!"

As he spoke, he injected a wisp of True Yuan into her body to soothe her body's overreaction.

After a long time, Zhang Yourou gradually calmed down, leaned on Zhang Qian's arms, and said, "Xiaoqian, I'm fine, let's take out the paper money and worship our parents!"

"Okay!" Zhang Qian nodded, let go of Zhang Yourou, took out the incense and paper money that he bought halfway when he came just now, and knelt down in front of the grave with Zhang Yourou.

Zhang Qian used to be an immortal emperor, and his perception of life has reached a very high level, and life and death in his eyes are two completely different concepts from life and death in the eyes of ordinary people.

Although he was also in a complicated mood at the grave of his parents, he was not as sad and sad as Zhang Yourou, and he was able to control his emotions well.

After worshipping their parents, the two cleaned up the two tombstones and the weeds in front of the grave before leaving hand in hand.

After leaving the clearing, Zhang Qian took Zhang Yourou to the cliff on the south side of the mountaintop, and walked for about ten minutes before entering a dense forest.

This dense forest is a bit strange, the white fog inside is shrouded, people can't see the whole picture of the dense forest, the farthest line of sight can only see the scenery within 20 meters around, and further away, you can only see a vast white fog.

Zhang Yourou felt strange in her heart, and asked Zhang Qian: "Xiaoqian, where are you going to take me?"

Zhang Qian said: "This is a secret realm, of course you will feel weird, because the secret realm is another space, and the entrance to enter is blocked by a phantom array, and ordinary people can't find the entrance, so they can't enter!"