The Taoist priest floated away like an immortal, but it left Zhang Yanchong with a profound thought. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a long time, Zhang Yanchong's eyes finally regained their light.

Ahead, perhaps, is a new world.

In the past, thinking about it now, it is just an unfinished dream.

According to his words, he is just an ordinary inner disciple in the Dao Sect, and the disciples who practice Qi he brought are just some cannon fodder-level outer disciples, so although these disciples are almost completely wiped out, if the sect sees him bring back a hidden artifact monk, he will definitely ignore his mistake directly, and even be rewarded.

Zhenyunzi's wishful thinking made Zhang Yanchong feel like he was being used, which made Zhang Yanchong feel a little uncomfortable.

But even if he did regret it, it would be too late to turn back, because he was already on his way.

On the way to the Daomen.

The valley has disappeared far away into the endless forest, and some of Zhang Yanchong's memories seem to be deeply buried with the disappearance of the valley.

Perhaps the day after they left, those trapped disciples of the valley would find that the ban that had trapped them had long been lifted, and then they would be free with some surprises and some doubts.

They will continue to live in that land, cultivating, groping for the foundation building realm that seems to exist only in legends.

Perhaps, there will be a happy couple among them, and on the day of freedom, they will finally be married and celebrate this lucky new life.

However, all of that has nothing to do with Zhang Yanchong, and he may never return here.

He didn't want to come back here.

It is precisely because he doesn't want to come back that Zhang Yanchong seems more nostalgic, and he has few but still precious memories here.

Wen Qing, it is very likely that she is the little girl who was clamoring to be her own world when she was a child, Zhang Yanchong had already guessed it when she learned the name of the iceberg.

But when he searched for the chaotic place, he didn't find her at all, and the "senior sister" has always pinned Zhang Yanchong with an inexplicable vague emotion, which was especially strong when Wen Qing let go.

But Zhang Yanchong couldn't even find this emotion.

Do you have to be a ruthless person after all?

Zhen Yunzi knew how to find his purpose in the land of chaos, but Zhen Yunzi's reply was that there was no one here.

Zhang Yanchong had no choice but to smile stupidly, as if he had left these behind.

Rolling mountains, endless forests, and the occasional passing by some remote villages.

There are also a few cities that are already great in Zhang Yanchong's eyes, although Zhenyunzi is not eye-catching.

Cloud City was the first city they passed through, and Zhang Yanchong specially asked Zhen Yunzi not to go with the sword, because he also wanted to really see the land where he lived.

And, take a look at your only best friend.

When Li Ting saw Zhang Yanchong, he was completely stunned, and after staying, it was an excessively but warm hug.

Zhang Yanchong didn't push the man away this time, because this might be the last hug.

Drunk.

Wine is the best communication between men, and when they get drunk, they roll their tongues and say some heroic words, and laugh relatively loudly.

It's just that when I woke up the next day, the headache was unbearable.

The reason why it is unbearable is only because the person who wakes up from alcohol remembers the melancholy of reality.

Zhang Yanchong's sorrow is the sorrow of parting.

Li Ting really didn't have a spiritual root, he had already given up Mu Yuandu's cultivation, and Zhang Yanchong's original plan to go to the Dao Gate with Li Ting had to be shattered.

Ruthless?

Is this the fate of the path of cultivation?

"I'm leaving today."

Li Ting froze again, just like the previous reunion.

There was no hug for separation, because Zhang Yanchong had already walked away, and Zhang Yanchong was afraid that he would really stay here impulsively.

"You remember to tell the city lord that Yingying is safe now, and maybe one day she will come back to visit you when she is free."

Zhang Yanchong roughly talked about Fan Yingying's situation, but regarding the existence of cultivators, Zhang Yanchong only said that Fan Yingying was accepted as a disciple by a master outside the world, and now she is practicing martial arts in the mountains.

Finally, Zhang Yanchong and his party left Cloud City, and Zhang Yanchong buried a piece of the past again.

A trace of sadness flowed in his heart, Zhang Yanchong had no choice but to hope for the magical way of cultivation, the reason why he gave up all this was because he wanted to rescue Fan Yingying, but the yearning for the so-called avenue in his heart was not a kind of motivation to move him forward?

Zhang Yanchong knew from Zhenyunzi that after the foundation was built, the cultivation of the cultivators would be regarded as the real beginning, and the ultimate goal of the cultivators was to ascend to another world.

The legendary fairy world.

Zhang Yanchong was amazed by these miraculous statements, and he also knew that with the growth of cultivation, the lifespan of a cultivator would gradually increase, and even reach a certain realm, reaching the realm of immortality in the general sense.

It turns out that Xiuzhen is not only more powerful than ordinary people, but is the predecessor of immortals!

How can this not make Zhang Yanchong yearn?

For such a magical life, Zhang Yanchong suddenly had the spirit of pursuing great wealth and wealth.

Compared to the magical road ahead, the things that Zhang Yanchong had given up before seemed to be worth mentioning.

Zhang Yanchong's mood was also much lighter.

Although he had already set off, Zhang Yanchong found that he had suddenly returned to the original point.

It's dusk, the sunset is like blood, and the desert seems to be paved with gold.

The small city that sat quietly on the edge of the desert, like a wise man who had meditated for thousands of years, was still the same.

The broken wall, which can only block some wind and sand, is the wall of this small city.

The small building that doesn't even have a name is the inn.

The only inn, Maunzi would rather spend the night in the desert outside the city than take shelter in this inn.

Thankfully, otherwise there wouldn't be enough rooms here.

The fat shopkeeper greeted him, because Zhang Yanchong looked like a rich boy who went out for the first time.

In the eyes of the fat shopkeeper, most of the people who can afford to wear robes are rich people, so he entertained Zhang Yanchong courteously.

Zhang Yanchong's childhood hope finally became a reality at this time, and the fat shopkeeper was so respectful to himself.

But why didn't Zhang Yanchong have half a point of joy in his heart?

Is it because of the gray hair on the sideburns of the fat shopkeeper? Or is it because of the fat face that has always kept a sneer, the ravine that can't be opened without smiling?

The years are urging people to get old, and the fat shopkeeper is already so old.

Zhang Yanchong felt something moisten the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't help but tell the fat shopkeeper his identity.

But Zhang Yanchong didn't, because there was suddenly a drooping boy next to the fat shopkeeper, and the little boy was hugging the fat shopkeeper's leg and kept saying, "Daddy, daddy, I want to eat that plate of beef." ”

Zhang Yanchong remembered that when he was a child, he also asked the fat shopkeeper for food like this, but in exchange for a scolding, and of course, a few extra slices of beef in his small bowl at dinner.

But this time, the fat shopkeeper was not angry, but smiled kindly at the little boy: "Obediently, go to the kitchen and ask your mother if you want to eat, and my father is here to greet guests." ”

The little boy left obediently, but Zhang Yanchong was already smiling.

He had dismissed the idea of appearing in the lives of these people, because the fat shopkeeper was now very happy.

He may have forgotten about the child he had picked up.