At this time, Du Fanglin was on his way to the remnant forest.

There was a singing voice in front of me.

Another night passed.

It's another morning, the singing in the fog is familiar and kind, the tune has nostalgia for the past, and the vocals are low and magnetic, melodious and good.

The Confucian man stopped. Perhaps it was the martial arts that he had been exposed to during this period of time, which had revived the initial memories that had been suppressed by the long years from the darkness little by little, and the song and tune were originally simple, but in his ears, it seemed to bring harmony.

"It's a lonely boat."

The sun breaks through the clouds and breaks through the morning fog ahead!

In the fog, a figure of a Confucian man in white clothes and ink blue with a sword on his back, black hair and a purple crown, and a dashing sleeve waved came out. The person who came was the secretary of the name of the Defeng Ancient Road, who was in the middle of the turnover but was still free and easy, and he forgot to return by relying on the wind and clouds.

Du Fanglin stood still, his sleeves were slightly flicked, and the folding fan slipped from his waist into his palm, clenching it.

After living too long, and then looking up at the people who said goodbye to their teachers and chose to step into the rivers and lakes in the past, they appeared in front of them in an instant, just as the faces of the past have not changed in the slightest. Compared with the white-haired Spring and Autumn inkstone lord who has been in the Confucian dispute, Yun Wanggui is only young. In fact, in terms of age, the two are the same age, and even in terms of generation, Du Fanglin is still one layer behind.

The sun shines on the footsteps of the wind in the sky!

Yun Wanggui took the initiative to stay and stopped four feet away: "Now, should I call you the master of the inkstone, or should I still call you Xiaolin, Adu?" His tone was calm, not like they had reunited in hundreds of years, but like the two of them had just returned from practicing martial arts in the mountains behind the Defeng Ancient Road yesterday, and they met Ding Guzhi early in the morning.

Du Fanglin did not respond, his expression that was not easy to fluctuate became more and more unrecognizable, his pale hair fell from his shoulders, the ink crown did not move at all, and the corners of his sleeves were just everywhere. At a glance, you can't tell who your predecessors are, and you can't tell who is the person who has been taking care of whom.

"Or, I don't mind if you still call me Uncle Yun."

Yun Wanggui looked calm, "But now that the Holy Division and the Departure Scripture are gone, it is still a little pleasant to the ear of Brother Yun's title in the past, and it is okay to secretly call me 'Ah Gui'!" Which one do you like now? ”

It's time to change.

Therefore, the temperament of the old man is the same, and this should really be a happy thing.

The breeze stirred the sword spike behind the clouds and forgot to return, and it couldn't shake the corners of the clothes of the main half of the Spring and Autumn inkstone. The Confucian scholars who came from afar gradually disappeared from their smiles. Yun Wanggui sighed lightly and stared at the old man opposite:

"Are you holding a grudge?"

When Fuyan Mountain changed suddenly, no one came out on the Defeng Ancient Road.

"There's a reason for that."

The reason for that, no one knows better than Du Fanglin, the folding fan suddenly raised, and stopped the next words: "You have been to Fuyan Mountain!" ”

I can't mistake the peach blossom fragrance at home, which is different from other places.

Yun Wanggui admitted: "When I heard the news, I'm afraid that other people also want to come and explore." "The main thing is that he really can't leave, the saint can't lower his face, Mu Lingfeng, who has a lot of friendships, has many scruples, and Feng Ru's predecessors can't leave the garrison place.

Only the clouds that are adrift have been seeking freedom.

From beginning to end, from the time Yun Wanggui appeared, Du Fanglin's expression did not move.

"Internal and external troubles, what are you going to do?" Yun Wanggui said, "I have the heart to guard for you, but the news of your re-entry into the martial arts has spread, and sooner or later there will be trouble!" "There is an ink pool inside, and there is a strange aura outside, and there is a strange breath outside. Yu Xiaomo's shadow is thin, and after the people of Fuyan Mountain are dismissed, only Taoyao waiters are left and are not able to use force. If this continues, it will cause trouble, "there is still a criminal record for harboring evil spirits, and the past has not been eliminated, and those who have a heart are prone to trouble." It's hard to stand alone, when the true knot is unresolved, and you don't want to go back? ”

There is no true peace and detachment among the three religions. The status of the Defeng Ancient Road is transcendent, because there are Haozheng Five Dao behind it. However, since Fuyan Mountain has been based on Confucianism with the Spring and Autumn Ten Volumes, the Spring and Autumn Linque located on the mountain in the past has already faced the deepest dark tide. Those things in the past seem to be destined for heaven, but there are other reasons in them, and they can't be said directly.

Yun Wanggui was really worried: "No matter what, with the Sect and Feng Ruzun, you should be able to come back!" ”

The path of cultivation, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you retreat to the way back, you may reach the destiny of heaven.

Everyone thought that the lord of Fuyan Mountain, who dismissed his disciples, was cynical and then disheartened because of personnel changes.

There's nothing wrong with that.

After stepping out of Fuyan Mountain, sooner or later the action will be seen by people. Du Fanglin said slowly: "It's nothing." He also remembered the past long ago, the years of cultivation in the Defeng Ancient Road, "Fuyan Mountain, it's okay." ”

I haven't seen it for hundreds of years, although I haven't been rusty, but I can't go back to the past for a while.

He has been in a high position for a long time, and when he looks back, he is too far away from his hometown.

Yun Wanggui thought that this was just a prevarication of not wanting to involve his old friends, and raised his eyebrows at the moment, "I have no goal for the time being, so I can keep it for you for a few days." However, it may be necessary to inform the principal and ask him to expel me for the time being......"

"I'm fine."

Du Fanglin said: "It's okay. ”

Yun Wanggui's brows furrowed slightly. The first of the sects is very important, so that people find out that there are things involving demons, I am afraid that it will lead people to ask, how can it be okay! The peach blossom forest is open three times and thanked three times, and the breath of the ink pool is occasionally leaked...... He suddenly took a soft breath!

"Back then, I received the news ......"

"The Holy Priest said that there was no need to come forward."

The two stood facing each other. Yun Wanggui looked at the person in front of him again: "The master also said that you don't need support. So, are you really fine? ”

He suddenly laughed at himself, "I still remember that you swore in front of everyone that you would promote the righteousness of Confucianism and never let Confucianism sink into decay. ”

"A thousand years is indeed too long. Goodbye, goodbye! Yun Wanggui nodded, turned around and left directly.

"Uncle Yun!"

Du Fanglin held the folding fan in his palm, and the calm expression on his face did not change, but a little coldness had been added to his gentle voice: "Why is it so difficult to ask for a feasible way?" The abrupt question kept the footsteps of the cloud forgetting.

Being in Confucianism, like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. In the past, the Spring and Autumn Linque on Fuyan Mountain that was scattered by his own hands is an example. If it weren't for this, the opponent would have been forced all the way and would have fallen into a disadvantage. The road of Confucianism, if there is a slight retreat, it will be a real disaster!

Yun Wanggui stopped, and after a while, Huo Ran turned around and flicked his sleeves violently: "But you have gone further than everyone else!" "In terms of cultivation, even the self of the Venerable Disciple can no longer see the reality of this person clearly.

Feng Confucianism personally judged that he was born with wisdom, and voluntarily chose to re-cultivate Confucianism and Taoism, and did not hesitate to seal his memories and memories since his birth.

After that, he was like a flying kite, and now he can't even see the line. Yun Wanggui was in a complicated mood at this time. Perhaps Yu Lijing had already seen clearly that hundreds of years had passed in a blink of an eye, and the person who had left the Defeng Ancient Road was no longer the young man who needed to be taken care of in the past!

Du Fanglin's eyebrows did not move, but he said again: "I have no way to go, only to move forward!" ”

After thousands of years of practice, the foundation has been set, and there is no room for improvement. The road of sailing against the current has come to an end, where is the way forward?

When he asked Fengru to seal his past memories, he wanted to force himself to truly integrate into this difficult situation. After that, he did improve, but he still couldn't understand his true will, and he didn't know if his willingness to intervene to help this martial arts came from the past or the concept of this world.

The way of Spring and Autumn is closely related to people, and the road of Confucianism has never avoided self-cultivation. The mind is not quiet, and there is no answer for a hundred years of retreat. Then you can only enter the martial arts again and use practical actions to sort out what you think.

"I've never been lost."

Du Fanglin folded the fan and handed it to his left hand, and suddenly shook his sleeves: "Never change!" "Confucianism is awe-inspiring and solemn. How can a person who is good at scheming make fun of his own practice?

Half of the evil record leads evil qi into the body and attracts demons in the heart, but it is just a means to try to see the original heart.

"It's just too lonely." He closed his eyes slightly, and his voice suddenly lowered.

The soul from another world can only walk alone, except for the demons in the heart, who can talk to? It's been a long time, and it's almost exhausted.

Fortunately, there are always some familiar figures, which can make the silent heart ripple again. deliberately chose to join the WTO at this time, because there was indeed an avoidable catastrophe in Shenzhou, and also because this period of history was the period that I was most concerned about in the past.

He has always made a clear distinction between means and ends. Du Fanglin has tried his best to move forward, only seeking a feasible way. But this road is too difficult and too difficult. Even though he was ahead of many.

"You have vowed to promote the righteousness of Confucianism and never let yourself sink into the land of decay." Yun Wanggui was silent for a moment, and sighed softly, "Anyway, you know where the way back is. ”

No amount of back-up, no matter how detailed the plan, can no match for variables and power.

The Defeng Ancient Road is the last retreat.

"I brought you a jug of wine." Yun Wanggui said again, "But at this moment, maybe it is not appropriate for you." ”

Wine makes people strong.

When I was young, who didn't love fresh clothes and angry horses, and walked the rivers and lakes wantonly! People in high positions may never be able to do this again. The chief of the Defeng Ancient Road, who was ordered to be in danger, is not the same.

Du Fanglin opened his eyes again: "A cup." "Short-term mood fluctuations do not give evil qi a chance to take advantage of, and people who are good at scheming will never misestimate their bottom line.

Drink a glass of old people's wine and talk about the old people's intentions.

Yun forgot to return for a moment, and said "ha":

"Now I can believe that you have never changed!"

Ink fracture fan fossilized into a cup.

A pot of wine is poured into two courses, flying like a thread in the light. The two of them drank it all together, as if they had turned back in time. Du Fanglin raised his eyebrows slightly and sat on the ground: "I have set foot on the road ahead!" What about you? "Three points of certainty, seven points of pride, at this time it seems that he is an unrestrained person from another world.

"I won't let you go alone!" The clouds forget to return and throw the falling stone cup. His path has been laid down by his predecessors, but it is much easier to follow.

The folding fan knocked into the palm of his hand, and he suddenly lifted his sleeves vigorously, opening up a new path in the wilderness, "Wait too long, I won't wait for you!" "After all, the intersecting paths will have their own futures.

Du Fanglin's road is not here, but in a difficult situation!

Yun forgot to return to the sleeves of his shirt, left one last look at each other, turned around and walked along the road freely. The song began again, fleetingly.

At the other end of the distance.

Shower Yusheng is guarding the corpse halfway.

And Du Fanglin's road to the remnant forest has not been able to continue for a long time.

After Yun Wanggui left, he sat alone in front of the stone, staring at the inky fan. "Although a thousand years are far away, I will naturally not decay."

"Confucianism!"