The sun is waning, and the years are urging people.

Hao Jian moved his steps alone, slowly walking towards the top of Danfeng, relying on that trace of blood induction.

In the ten-mile corridor.

The blood-colored mist filled the air, and even the sound of birdsong could not be found in the emptiness.

Finally, Hao Jian saw it, it was a beautiful corpse......

The miserable face and the uneasy sense of disobedience were intertwined for a while, showing such embarrassment and unwillingness......

There was no other person or corpse blood in the entire Danfeng, it seemed that she was the only one who withered, or she was never destined to be the only one.

Poignant, beautiful, petite, exquisite, intertwined into one person, what a wonderful beauty.

Her name is Hao Ling'er, but now she is dead.

Hao Jian stood aside, he didn't choose to collect her body or tidy up her appearance, he just looked at Hao Ling'er who fell to the ground coldly, his face was expressionless, the tears on his face had completely dissipated, and the shallow tears were covered with white flowers, which was very poignant.

With a long exhaled breath of relief, Hao Jian turned around, as if his wish had been broken, dragging his stiff and numb body, the half-hung remnant sun shone on his back, and the short figure was held up for a long, long, long ......

In such a dead heart, Hao Jian chose to leave the Beichuan Palace, the cultivation holy place that haunted him, and it was also a place that made him feel cold.

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The situation in the entire Extreme South Region and Qingzhou has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the four ancient kingdoms have swept through with a strong posture, forcing the sect to submit to them, otherwise they will encounter a catastrophe of annihilation.

And what about Hao Jian?

He didn't choose what to do, he lost the fiery sense he had for the Extreme Southern Region, Qingzhou, and even the Kyushu Continent, and his heart was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

The situation in the Beichuan Hall that he left was also a turbulent time, and Hao Jian chose to return to that town, the Qingluo Town where life and death were fateful, and he overthrew the despicable Zhao family's rule by himself.

But Hao Jian didn't choose to stay in this Qingluo Town, not for anything else, but unwillingly, it seems that from the beginning of the resistance, to the death of the heart now, everything seems to be the starting point here.

That year, Hao Jian heard that Qingzhou had been unified into the territory of the four ancient kingdoms, and he just smiled slightly, what does this have to do with him?

He is just a waste of the first order of martial spirits, an extreme talent, a spirit body, how many years have been wasted, and he has no intention of taking care of it......

Walking on a bumpy road, Hao Jian didn't know what he had experienced all these years, running around and fleeing, and the enemy who came from nowhere chased him from all directions with an almost crazy attitude.

Although Hao Jian had no intention of resisting, he had a thought in his heart, that is, he must not die, that is where the obsession lies, he can't die, although he has no intention of remaining in the world, but Hao Jian just can't die.

Therefore.

Forced by the fact that the strength of those enemies was not weak or even very strong as a whole, Hao Jian could only be displaced and run around in various small towns.

The only source of income may be to refine a furnace of pills from time to time, although it is only the most broken pill, and the purity is even worse to the extreme, but because it is an elixir, it can also be sold, but the corresponding price will be much lower.

But Hao Jian doesn't care, he just misses the days he lived for a while, but he can't remember anything.

Under the curtain, the so-called sects in Qingzhou have existed in name only, and although the martial arts are not withering, there are also signs of decay.

The four ancient kingdoms opened academies and levied the children of nobles to enter the mansion to cultivate, and almost all of the teachers who taught them were from the sects, some of them were forcibly levied to teach, while others licked their faces and begged to come......

There is only one reason.

The academies opened by the four ancient countries were rich in resources and even more generous in terms of the benefits of teaching, in their opinion, even entering an inferior academy was very valuable, much better than accepting those few old immortal sect masters and elders in the sect.

At this time, Hao Jian was at a loss, he didn't know how he should go on the next road, he was already dead in his heart for cultivation, and he would not look for thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to explore opportunities, maybe he could continue to walk on the road of cultivation.

Maybe he had such a dream for a while, he ascended to the peak of martial arts and became the only powerful existence in Qingzhou, but that dream had been shattered since a few years ago and no longer existed......

Find a small town to settle down in, live the rest of your life plainly, and don't covet any red dust past until the arrival of death.

Hao Jian never seemed to have thought about these two things, maybe the best place to understand the rest of his life was not to make trouble, not to intrigue on the road of cultivation, but to the pure land of mountains and rivers on that side, one person, a group of birds and birds, it was enough.

In the end, Hao Jian did exactly that......

He found a mountain forest, retreated to it, avoided the hustle and bustle of the world, did not have the rampant flying of the aura in the sky, and did not have the intrigue and warmth of the martial arts world, everything returned to peace, and lived in one of the few pure lands in this world.

Every day, look at the mountain scenery, taste tea, feed the birds and birds, repair the flowers and trees, open up the barren mountains, and plant the fields.

In a small wooden house, from a famous Tianjiao in the Extreme Southern Region and even the entire Qingzhou to a veritable rural villager, a talent that is proud of the world has also become dull with the wear and tear of red dust.

After so many years, Hao Jian has gradually become clearer, and it may be most appropriate for him to choose to live a dull life from the beginning......

It is also the most suitable path for him to take.

In this way, the days that have been hastily passed, the clouds and smoke of the ordinary past, almost twists and turns, more than ten years have passed like this......

Every day, although Hao Jian is not careful in his calculations, he is also at ease, there is nothing to hinder him, and he lives a peaceful life.

Or pick chrysanthemums under the east fence, and see Nanshan leisurely with both eyes.

More than ten years of hustle and bustle in the world made him even more confused about the death of his cultivation, and the previously shattered dreams may have been deeply erased from his mind, leaving no trace.

On that day, Hao Jian could be regarded as truly realizing the essence, that is, there was no chaotic fighting in this world, and the heroes were fighting for hegemony, but they were tired of the annoying world, and they chose to fight to grab and open up a bigger chaotic world.

And Hao Jian is different, he gradually became attached to the ordinary life of living alone, which may be the true meaning of life.

However, in this year, when Hao Jian was still rejoicing that he had found the true meaning of life, an enemy who had been provoked more than ten years ago suddenly came, and then, all the planned trajectories gradually deviated......