Time passes, the years fly, and in the blink of an eye, it's another decade!

In the snow-covered land, on the side of the vast snow-capped mountains, together with the avenues of Yunkai Country and Luoxia Country, thick snow covered the earth, but at this moment, on the official road, a horse-drawn carriage galloped by.

"Master, after passing the snow-capped mountains in front, we will go to Yunkaiguo."

The old man's voice came into the carriage, and an old man drooping drove the carriage, wearing a fur hat on his head, and the snowflakes fell on the hat, which was a little more chilly, and the old man's body couldn't help curling up.

"Hmm."

A voice full of vicissitudes came from inside the carriage, and then returned to calm.

Inside the carriage, an old man in a white robe closed his eyes and stared, the years carved on his face, leaving deep wrinkles, his hair already gray, and his rickety body with a somewhat weakened color.

And beside it, there was also a woman sitting, the woman looked like she was no more than two years old, and at this moment her body exuded wisps of unique fluctuations, three thousand green silks were windless and automatic, and then slowly calmed down.

The woman is Ouyang Qian, and the old man is Chen Xiaoming, staring at Chen Xiaoming's eyes closed, Ouyang Qian's eyes can't help but think about the experience of the past ten years.

Since meeting the man and woman that day, Chen Xiaoming and his party returned to Yunkaiguo, passing through the city they had walked through before, Chen Xiaoming seemed to do it deliberately, and stayed in the city for a long time.

Along the way, it took another ten years, and Chen Xiaoming's reputation spread, especially in Shangyong City, and some people specially built a temple for Chen Xiaoming to worship him.

The words of the living medical saint, which he boasted at the beginning, have really come true.

Along the way, many emperors in the countries they passed by were courteous, and there were countless who wanted to keep Chen Xiaoming.

Money, beauty, power, status, and promises are all clouds in Chen Xiaoming's eyes.

And under this understanding, Chen Xiaoming's state of mind has a deeper understanding of cause and effect.

However, as things followed, Chen Xiaoming closed his eyes and thought for longer and longer, and his words became less and less.

"Whew, you've broken through!"

Opening his eyes and exhaling deeply, Chen Xiaoming glanced at Ouyang Qian, whose cultivation at the moment had already broken through to the stage of transforming into a god.

Twenty years in a hurry, a little girl at the beginning, at this moment is also grown up, in the cold brake city, when she saw her father again, she finally realized her own heart and comprehended her own artistic conception.

"Well, yes, sir."

Lowering her head quietly, Ouyang Qian's face was a little bumpy and ashamed, he was also a subordinate of Chen Xiaoming, and Lu Liang, who chose to comprehend Chen Xiaoming's artistic conception at the beginning, had broken through to the so-called second step of cultivation at this moment, the realm of emptiness.

And he is still in the stage of transformation into a god, and the gap between the two is too big.

"Well, let's stabilize our cultivation."

With a wave of his hand, when the streamer flashed, a storage ring appeared, and inside the ring, Chen Xiaoming had already prepared the elixir.

Glancing at the latter, Chen Xiaoming didn't pay any more attention, but continued to close his eyes and understand.

Silently put the ring away, Ouyang Qian was not angry, and she would not be stupid enough to think of relying on her own cultivation to catch up.

………………

After thirty years of vicissitudes, the original imperial capital is still there, but it is different from before.

There hasn't been much change between the mortal realms, but the changes in the cultivation realm are amazing.

In order to deal with the Snow Cultivators, the White Cloud Sect and other four factions formed a four-faction alliance, but unfortunately, under the strong rise of the Red Butterfly in the Snow Country, how could a mere fourth-level Cultivation True Country resist it.

By the time Chen Xiaoming returned, this vast world was already the territory of the Snowy Country.

The ice wall that blends with the ice and snow, the ice tower that is erected, and the ice sculptures everywhere in the city are filled with a strong snowy wind.

But in Chen Xiaoming's eyes, there is only a strong sense of strangeness.

"Phew!"

The carriage slowly stopped, and Chen Xiaoming's rickety body slowly got down from the car, staring at the street in front of him.

Things are not resting, familiar streets, familiar shops, but most of the shops have closed, and many shops have locked their doors and do not know where to go.

Chen Xiaoming stepped out, stepped at the entrance of the street, and stepped into the street.

An indescribable aura wrapped around Chen Xiaoming's body, the breath was entangled, and the falling snowflakes seemed to be dodging, not daring to approach.

"You're waiting for me here."

did not let Ouyang Qian and the others follow, Chen Xiaoming walked quietly alone, walking on this familiar street, Chen Xiaoming's heart was quite uneasy.

Go out for the cause, return for the effect, seek the cause and effect, in the end, what you go is the cause and effect.

It's just that this is not enough, Chen Xiaoming's thoughts returned and slowly walked along the street.

Originally, it was a remote corner of the imperial capital, with few people, coupled with the invasion of the Snowy Country, the streets that used to be lively were now empty with ten rooms and nine empty.

"Old Li Tou............ Old Wangtou ............... Old Shen ..............."

Looking at them one by one, I have lived here for more than ten years, and there are people who Chen Xiaoming once knew, but when I look at it again at this moment, the room is empty, lonely, and there are layers of dust on the tables and chairs.

"Huh? Isn't the big bull gone too? ”

glanced at the once familiar blacksmith shop, although there was no change at the moment, the people inside had already changed, and the Da Niu family had disappeared, and they didn't know where they were at the moment.

When that sentence was gone, I didn't expect that it would be more than 20 years to leave.

Shaking his head, Chen Xiaoming pushed open his medical hall, the medical hall was full of dust, Chen Xiaoming didn't care, found his chair, reached out and touched the dust on it, and lay down directly, closed his eyes slightly, and took a nap.

It was snowing heavily outside the room, and Chen Xiaoming was alone in the room, and a faint fluctuation permeated Chen Xiaoming's body, but after a moment's effort, it spread out of the room.

At the end of the street, the carriage stopped aside, Lu Liang and Ouyang Qian waited, although the wind and snow were blowing on their bodies, but for people like them, they naturally didn't notice it.

Time passed little by little, the snow became more and more urgent, and the unique atmosphere that shrouded the street slowly converged, Chen Xiaoming, who was lying on the chair, suddenly opened his eyes, his feet moved slightly, the space was turbulent, and when he turned around, Chen Xiaoming had disappeared.

At the end of the street, Chen Xiaoming came slowly in the wind and snow, but he just came while he was happy and left.

Looking at the snowstorm in the sky, Chen Xiaoming's understanding of cause and effect deepened.

"Let's go somewhere."

With a soft voice in his mouth, Chen Xiaoming left again with the two of them, his eyes piercing the endless void, as if he saw two people talking about the Tao.

This rain is born in the sky and falls on the earth, and the process in between is life!

(End of chapter)