He turned around and walked away, the golden clothes were like light, fluttering and moving, the heaven and the earth were as big as promised, the sky was infinite, even if he was a hero of the world, a peerless face, maybe it was just a drop in the ocean!

Speaking of which, it was the first time that I came down the mountain on the orders of the division commander, but there was no clear place to go.

It's ridiculous to think that I don't know where to go to complete this task, even though I have a lot of responsibilities.

Zhu Xian held it quietly in his hand, but there was no familiar feeling, it should be said that he had already become a part of his body, and the faint white light had also converged in the scabbard.

Even if there is a ferocity, so what?

One man and one sword, strolling forward.

Where do we go?

Heaven and earth are as big as promised!

In front of him is a three-way intersection, Jun Wenxin stopped, it's not that he doesn't know the way, among the disciples of Qingyun Gate, he is the most frequent person who goes down the mountain, a flat road in front of him, he has also walked countless times, it is the most convenient way for Qingyun Mountain to go out, directly leading to Heyang City, the largest town under Qingyun Mountain.

The other fork in the road, which seems to have been abandoned for a long time, is overgrown with weeds, and only a section near the fork is faintly visible.

In fact, this kind of trail mountain road, I don't know how many people come down from Qingyun Mountain, there are many trails that are villagers living in the nearby villages at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, in order to make a living up the mountain to chop firewood or pick wild fruits, there are also many roads, due to various reasons, the years are long, and it has become this deserted appearance.

Who knows where this road leads, and who will remember who has walked it?

Jun Wenxin shook his head slightly, and smiled bitterly in his heart, after returning from southern Xinjiang, he knew too many secrets, separated from Lu Xueqi so far, and Baguio's resurrection is imminent, his state of mind has really changed a lot.

He shook his head slightly, and wanted to put the thought away, and he was about to get back on the road.

At this time, the villagers who came from the other side of the road, some old and some young, looked at their clothes and clothes, and most of them brought axes, hemp ropes and flat poles, and it seemed that they were all woodcutters from nearby villages who wanted to go up the mountain to cut firewood.

Walking closer, these woodcutters saw Jun Wenxin, and they all turned sideways to get out of the way, showing a respectful look on their faces, the disciples of Qingyunmen were originally respected within a radius of hundreds of miles, not to mention Jun Wenxin's noble golden robe, floating like an immortal, it was even more daring to look at it.

Jun Wenxin stopped, nodded slightly to them, and returned the salute, and then planned to leave.

At this moment, suddenly one of the old woodcutters, who looked gray-haired but still in good spirits, seemed to be very enthusiastic, and said with a smile: "Immortal Chief, don't you know the way?"

Jun Wenxin and body paused slightly, stopped, looked at the old woodcutter, hesitated, and shook his head gently.

It's just that before he could speak, the enthusiastic old woodcutter had already said: "I know that the immortal elders of Qingyunmen are powerful, and they fly around many times, but if you want to talk about the road under your feet, sometimes you are not as familiar as us countrymen!"

When the woodcutters next to him heard this, they all laughed, Jun Wenxin looked at their kind faces, and somehow, there was a sudden warmth in his heart, and the steps he was about to take stopped again.

The old woodcutter laughed and said, "The big road in front of you leads to Heyang City in the south, which is the most lively place within a hundred miles of the neighborhood, and when you get there, it will be much easier to go to other places." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the abandoned path again and said, "Don't go to that road, it was a lively village many years ago, but now it is all ruined and there is no one." ”

Jun Wenxin smiled slightly and said, "I understand, thank you, old man." ”

The old woodcutter waved his hand, laughed twice, and continued to walk towards Qingyun Mountain with the others.

At the same time, there was a woodcutter who was slightly younger than him next to him sighed, and said: "Originally, there was a temple in that village, I heard that it was very spiritual, more than ten years ago, my wife and I went there to worship the Bodhisattva and ask for a child, and it turned out to be there, but unfortunately now it is gone!"

The old woodcutter nodded and said, "Yes, I also remember, it's a pity that the temple is gone..."

The words gradually deepened, and their figures gradually faded away, disappearing into the mountains and forests, and in the breeze blowing in the distance, there seemed to be their cheerful and bold laughter, Jun Wenxin turned around, the smile on his face was still there, and somehow, his mood seemed to be much better.

Smiling, he looked up and walked towards the road.

His steps were originally brisk, but for some reason, his pace suddenly slowed down, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and in the depths of his heart, it seemed that something important had suddenly passed, but he didn't grasp it for a while.

In the depths of the memory, there seems to be something, quietly waking up...

He stood still, and the picture just now was quickly repeated in his mind, and the words of the woodcutters echoed again: "Don't go that way, many years ago, it was also a lively village, but now it's all ruined, and there is no one..."

"Originally, there was a temple in that village, and I heard that it was quite spiritual..."

Jun Wenxin suddenly shook his whole body, and after a while, he slowly turned around, and once again, looked at the path that was overgrown with wild grass, as if it had been lost in the afterimage of time...

How many things can be changed in ten years?

Looks, moods, or hatred?

No one can understand others, and sometimes, even themselves.

But only this path has really changed.

Because there is no road here.

The lush growth of wild grasses, year after year, obscures the past history and witnesses the ruthlessness of time.

Until a golden lonely figure quietly approached the dusty place.

In the weeds, you can still vaguely see the ruins and broken walls, and in the breeze blowing in the face, there is no longer the bloody smell of the past, and there is only the slightly green and fragrant smell of the weeds.

Walking through one broken door after another, looking at the stone steps and walls that are staggered and quietly covered by moss, the smiles and joys that I once had in my life and the happiness I once had have have all disappeared with the wind, right?

Jun Wenxin's face was slightly pale, and his slender and white hand also held Zhu Xian tighter.

In this abandoned village, there seemed to be someone's eyes quietly watching him.

He even had the feeling that he couldn't breathe.

But he never stopped, just walked quietly, walked past every house, and once upon a time, who remembers the people here?

Until, he saw the ruined temple.

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