The return of the five mountains does not look at the mountains, and the return of the Yellow Mountains does not look at the mountains! This is the praise that people have had on the Yellow Mountain since ancient times. When the rooster crows twice and the sun has not yet risen, it is still covered with clouds and mist, like a fairyland on earth.

In the corner of the light, I don't know when a pavilion was built, and in the pavilion sat a polite young man, wearing a plain robe, at first glance, he looked like a scholar in the Ming Dynasty. Next to him stood a young man, holding a thick book in his hand, with a calm expression and no distractions.

There is a stone table in the pavilion, on which is placed a sandalwood chessboard, and there are no chess pieces on the board.

"Mingyue, go and see, our guests are estimated to be almost there!" the scholar-like man suddenly spoke.

The young man standing with a book in his hand didn't say anything, just nodded his head, and then left directly, leaving the pavilion, stepping on the clouds and mist of the mountain, and slowly descending the mountain, like an immortal.

When the boy reached the middle of the mountain, he happened to meet three people who were coming towards him.

"Come with me!" the boy smiled, then turned back, and the three of them paused for a moment.

The middle-aged man at the head is Li Laosan, and the two behind him are the soldiers and the newly joined Wei Haoran. And the soldier recognized the young man as soon as he saw it, it was the same young man who asked Li Laosan to come to Huangshan outside the ancestral house of the Li family in Hangzhou that day. So he stepped forward and whispered in Li Laosan's ear.

Li Laosan's eyes rolled, his head turned, and then he followed the footsteps of the young man, and followed him, all the way up to the light that was not really high but made people feel like they were above the clouds, and saw the pavilion from a distance, and the scholar in a white robe who was walking out of the pavilion, at first glance looked like a scholar of the immortals in the mountains. Li Laosan frowned, always feeling that he had seen him somewhere.

"You can make me wait!" Li Laosan approached before the scholar smiled.

"It's good to wait, but I don't know why you want to see me!" Li Laosan said in a deep voice.

"You and I are old people, and now you have become the father of another old man of mine, and besides, whatever you want to do now may also be because of me, I should see you!" the scholar said softly, still smiling.

"I, Li Laosan, am a rough person, I don't understand, and I hope to make it clear!" Li Laosan said deliberately!

"You are the same as in your previous life, elves are cunning, hahaha!" the scholar said with a blank look at Li Laosan, and then turned around and walked back to the pavilion.

"Last life!" Li Laosan was taken aback when he heard these three words. As soon as they met, he felt that this person was familiar, and after he walked in, he could roughly see who this person looked like. And when he said that part of what he was going to do was because of him, Li Laosan felt that it was very likely that it was the person he was thinking! "Qingfeng", the weak scholar he saw when he entered the environment in the Immortal Mountain that day, the poor man who held the coffin and cried bitterly, and died under the sword of a person with the same face as himself.

"You are Qingfeng!" Li Laosan followed him into the pavilion and asked straight to the point.

The scholar who was already sitting in front of the chessboard glanced up at Li Laosan, shook his head, and then said: "How many years, I have long forgotten who I am, Qingfeng? Who is that, if you think I am, then I am!"

Li Laosan frowned again, he didn't like such a tricky person, so he continued to ask: "You and I are old people in the previous life, so which one I was at that time!"

"Nobody!" the scholar said, shaking his head.

"Ridiculous, then I'm not anyone in that life, so how can I come from a previous life!" Li Laosan pretended to be angry.

"Play chess with me?" The scholar looked very calm in the face of the angry Li Laosan, he gently opened the chess box, one black and one white, and then looked up to Li Laosan.

"No!"

"No, then you can watch me play! That's what you answered me back then! I did the same!" the scholar smiled slightly, and then he held white in one hand and black in the other, and played chess with himself.

Li Laosan did not look at the chessboard, but raised his head slightly to look at the gradually brightening sky, thoughtful.

"After these thousands of years, life after life, life after life, life after life, how many times I have been reincarnated, how many things I have encountered, and how many things I have forgotten. In those days, how many people were trapped in it and couldn't extricate themselves! You were just one of them. It's just that I still vaguely remember that the year I met you, there was a son named Zhu Yuanzhang who became the emperor, and you and I were also here in the light, you watched me finish a game of chess, you drank two jars of wine alone, and went down the mountain drunk. I never saw you again, and it wasn't until one day, when the man you had entrusted brought the painting and your saber, that I realized that we might never see each other again. The scholar said while playing against himself.

Li Laosan retracted his gaze, landed on the scholar's chessboard mountain, listened quietly to the scholar's narration, and seemed to understand something. This scholar has witnessed many dynastic changes in several lifetimes, and has met countless people, and he is just a passerby during this period.

"According to your law, there have been countless people who have been crazy about this Yellow Spring Return, I am one of them, and I am back, what about the others?" Li Laosan asked tentatively after thinking for a while.

"It's all back!Otherwise, he wouldn't be so anxious, he knew that he didn't have time, everything was messed up, but he didn't know who was hiding behind him, whether it was a person or countless people!" The scholar dropped a sunspot and said in a deep voice.

After listening to the scholar's words, Li Laosan became more and more sure that this person was the old man of the dust Taoist, and the scholar was clear.

"I asked you to come up the mountain, I don't mean anything else, I just want to see the old man, see if you are okay, and thank you for another old man by the way, our affairs have already affected too many people! Now Han Sheng is tired again, tired of you, and Sanqing, hey, what a sin!"

"If it's really providential, I'm just a person who came back because of my obsession with that painting, then I can't afford your thanks, if not, then as a father, I should work hard for Sanqing, and you don't need to thank me!" Li Laosan said in a deep voice.

"Frank!" the scholar smiled slightly.

"But I don't know what I should do next?" Li Laosan said what he had been puzzled about.

"Lichen's original intention was for you to split up with him in order to recover those paintings as much as possible, and then destroy them all together, so that there will be no future trouble!"

"Why do you want to find all the paintings and destroy one of them, so that the picture of Huangquan will never be reproduced in the world?" Li Laosan interrupted the scholar.

"Those paintings can't be destroyed alone, otherwise, there won't be these thousands of years of grievances!" the scholar shook his head and continued: "Nowadays, too many people are involved in it, so I hope you can do something else!"

"Moving stones?" asked Li Laosan with squinted eyes.

"That's right, I want you to remove all the stumbling blocks in front of Sanqing at any cost, this may damage Yin Virtue, you can think clearly!"

"Yinde, do you think I still have it?" Li Laosan raised the corners of his mouth lightly, revealing a wicked smile, signaling the scholar not to worry.

"Good!" After the sound fell from the sunspot in his hand, he got up and left the chessboard, leaving behind an inextricable chess game. He walked out of the pavilion, took the thick book from the hand of the young man named Mingyue, and then handed it to Li Laosan, and said, "Here are things you want to know!"

Li Laosan took the book and glanced at it, the cover was yellowed and wordless, and he didn't know what was written inside. Li Laosan didn't turn the book immediately, but hid it in his arms with his heart.

"Let's go, let's go down the mountain as much as possible! Don't tell anyone that you've seen me!" the scholar said to Li Laosan in a deep voice.

Li Laosan hesitated for a while, and found that he didn't know what to do and asked something, so he hugged his fist to the scholar, and then hurried down the mountain with the soldiers and Wei Haoran.

"Mingyue, you should also go down the mountain!" After Li Laosan left, the scholar said this to the young man again.

The young man's face was melancholy, as if he did not want to leave, he lowered his head, heaven and man fought, and when he came back to his senses, the scholar had long since disappeared.

"You're the master who did this!" the young man stomped his foot, scolded, and then reluctantly descended the mountain from another way.

"Third brother, who is that person!" On the way down the mountain, the soldier finally couldn't help but ask.

"A person who has lived for thousands of years and cast countless births, but still remembers who he is!" Li Laosan replied after thinking about it.

"Damn, isn't that a monster?" Wei Haoran said in surprise.

"It's just a poor man!" Li Laosan replied without thinking about it this time!