The mood that had already been calm like a wave rippled at this moment.

Don't know if it's anticipation, nervousness, or fear?

Standing in the woods, hidden in the shadow of dense bushes, the pine looked out at the calm and serene little world.

If you want to go over, carefully search the area around the ancestral hall and find out the figure you are looking forward to seeing in your heart.

I was afraid, I didn't dare to go over, I was afraid that there was no one who I imagined there, everything was just thinking too much. I was afraid that even if I saw a person like Qin Chong described there, he was just an ordinary old man cleaning the ancestral hall.

In the past hundreds of years, I have never been a hesitant person, no matter what happens, I will make a decisive decision whether to do it or give up.

Only at this moment, when the last step came, all kinds of complicated emotions spread into my heart.

Let yourself be expectant, hesitant, hesitant, nervous, scared, even afraid.

There are too many thoughts in my heart, and my steps become heavy, and I dare not face the ending I don't like.

The mountain breeze blows slowly, the tender green branches slowly flutter with the wind, and the dry leaves that fall from the trees dance in the wind.

The sun in the sky was a little hot, and the small square in front of the ancestral hall was bright and clean, with only a few leaves and dead branches falling on the clean ground.

Presumably, someone has been cleaning it regularly.

The leaves that fluttered with the wind swirled a few times in the wind, and then slowly landed safely on the clean little square under the reflection of the sun.

On the ground, the gentle wind danced forward for a short distance, and then entered a small dustpan.

A broom appeared from the rear of the ancestral hall and swept away the scattered dead leaves in the small square.

An old man dressed in gray linen appeared in front of Cang Song's eyes with a dustpan and a broom, and his face was withered and wrinkled, like a knife cut.

His movements are gentle, like the most ordinary and ordinary old man in the world.

The old man in the mortal world should rarely have such deep wrinkles and such a deep twilight as the old man in front of him.

Cangsong's eyes moistened the moment he saw the old man.

Even though I haven't seen each other for more than 100 years, what I saw back then was the handsome young face who was high-spirited and proud of the world.

But Cang Song still saw the shadow of the person he used to be on that figure.

Even now, he is wearing the most modest clothes, hunched his back, and slowly sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom in one hand.

There is no bit of vigor in the body, there is only a deep twilight.

But Cang Song could still see that the person was the one he had remembered for more than a hundred years.

It's just that I never thought that when we met again, he would be like this, only a hundred years have passed, how can he be like this?

At that time, his cultivation was the most superb and the most profound in his generation, even if there has been no progress in the past hundred years, he shouldn't be what he is now.

Is this still him?

How did he make himself live like this?

The old age is not good, the arrogance of the body has long disappeared, the twilight is heavy, if it continues like this, there will not be another hundred years, nothing will be needed, he will die in obscurity in this ancestral hall.

Like ordinary people, he is so old that he turns into a handful of loess, and no one will know about it.

Cang Song wanted to go over and ask him, what was the reason for him to be like this?

Obviously survived, why did he live like this?

Isn't this giving up on your own life?

Cang Song raised his hand, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and raised his feet, but he never took that step.

Cangsong knew that the man was proud, so would he be willing to see himself now?

Would he be willing to let himself see what he was like now?

But did you just go back?

Cang Song was unwilling, he finally saw him, was it just to go back like this, and then nothing happened?

Cangsong couldn't do it, he couldn't do it, and he couldn't watch that person die in obscurity in this ancestral hall that no one knew.

Perhaps, he will become the way he is now, is it the reason for Daoxuan?

Cang Song thought, how likely is this to be?

Dao Xuan must have influenced him, otherwise it would never be like this, but what happened back then, he was able to survive, and it must be because of Dao Xuan's help.

How did it come to this?

Cangsong's mind was in a mess now, and it was impossible to do anything like this, if nothing had happened.

But what can be done to change the situation at hand?

Seeing the old man sweeping the yellow fallen leaves there like this, Cang Song kept thinking, but now it was too messy.

My heart was still quiet, and I couldn't think of what I could do to help him.

It wasn't until the man walked into the ancestral hall and disappeared in front of him that Cang Song came back to his senses.

Looking up at the sky, Cangsong sighed.

In the end, I was not able to take that step.

Now, let's not go over it, just know that he's there, at least, that he's still alive.

It's not too early, I have to go back first, Cang Song thought, wait until his heart settles down, and then think about it carefully, what to do, so that it can be foolproof.

Cang Song knew that he still had a lot of time, and he couldn't be impulsive, otherwise, it was very likely that even if he saw him, it would become the last time they met.

"Dao Xuan. ”

Cang Song thought, maybe, this is the reason why Dao Xuan saved him in the first place? Watching him die of old age in front of Dao Xuan like a wasted person?

That's why I hide it from my own people and don't let my people know a little bit of news.

Then, if Dao Xuan discovers the abnormality, perhaps, he will not leave his senior brother behind.

But what can you do to change that?

"No, with my own strength, I will never be able to let my senior brother live openly on Qingyun Mountain. Perhaps, it is time for me to find some allies. ”

Cangsong thought.

The figure shuttled through the forest, and soon, he returned to the Yuqing Palace.

At this time, Tianyun had already finished talking to Dao Xuan, and neither of them spoke again, sitting in their own places, drinking tea quietly.

Tian Buyi of Dazhufeng also arrived, and he also brought the burning stick.

The other three have not yet arrived, but it looks like they are all about to arrive.

Cang Song arched his hand to a few people and sat in his place, his eyes flashing, who is better to start?

He glanced at Tian Buyi: "This dead fat man was also favored by his senior brother at the beginning, and later, you can help him speak, and then go to Dazhu Peak to probe his tone." ”

He glanced at Tianyun again: "Over the years, although Tianyun seems to be close to me, he is just simple pedantry, according to his temperament, the thing that the senior brother did, plus Dao Xuan has been in charge of Qingyun for a hundred years, if he really wants to force him to stand in line, he will most likely stand on Dao Xuan's side." ”