The breeze blows, the branches of the hibiscus tree move slightly, and the leaves flutter and fall from time to time.

Qingyang flipped through the book, frowned, took off the fallen leaves that fell on Jane, looked up and said to Dong Li, who was looking at it with relish, "I can see it, this is the history of your fame." ”

Qingyang closed Jane, his face cold, "Zigui will bring me a few Buddhist scriptures." ”

Zigui was squinting to sleep with his head propped up, and when he heard this, he was startled, and hurriedly got up and entered the hall, and after a while, he took a dozen or so volumes and placed them firmly on the desk, "Qingyang senior, these volumes are Buddhist scriptures, those volumes are Zhiwei Lu, and these volumes are travelogue miscellaneous." ”

Qingyang nodded, picked up a volume of miscellaneous words casually, looked at it seriously, and sometimes picked up the pen to make annotations, on the other hand, Dong Li was looking at his own story, and he couldn't extricate himself for a while.

Zigui shook his head helplessly, and sat aside again and squinted.

When Zigui woke up, the sun was already in the west, and Qingyang just finished reading the last volume and put down his pen.

Qingyang moved his hand, Dongli was sleeping soundly, and when he saw Zigui awake, he beckoned, and Zigui immediately came over.

Salute respectfully, "Qingyang senior." What is the command? ”

Qingyang patted the stack of bamboo slips and said softly, "Put this bamboo slip in another place for me, and send these volumes of miscellaneous words to Zhushan tomorrow," he said, unfolding the paper, and writing with a pen, "Give this letter to that person, and don't let the gods of your family know." ”

Zigui nodded and replied softly, "Zigui understands, Qingyang seniors can rest assured." ”

It's not once or twice that Zigui wants to do this kind of thing, so he is naturally familiar with the road.

Seeing Zigui walking in with a bamboo slip, Qingyang got up and picked up the book on the ground, tried to dust it, and placed it on the table.

He looked at the clouds in the sky a little distracted, at this time Cangli should have left the demon realm, and he would join Lun Shang soon.

At this moment, the Fang Zhang Continent is in the midst of a large number of talented people in the world, entering the golden age, and soon a new Heavenly Monarch will be ushered in to rule the four seas, but they are heroes in the twilight of their lives......

Bamboo Mountain

Lun Shang is teasing Lao Gui every day.

"Lao Gui, tell me about it."

"Don't say it," said an old voice, "you little fellow, you pester me every day only to ask about my master." Lao Gui moved the branches and shook off many petals, all of which fell on Lun Shang without exception, and Lun Shang was about to say something, when there was a burst of birdsong in his ears.

"Someone's coming." Lao Gui moved the branches, "Look at the breath, give birth to people." ”

When Lun Shang heard this, he didn't mess around for a while, patted the flowers at random, and walked towards the gate of the fence.

After a while, a young man dressed in black came from the depths of the bamboo forest, raising his eyes to meet the deep eyes, like the deep sea.

Lun Shang was a little puzzled, Zhushan was Qingyang's residence, and there must be a formation around it, how could anyone break in.

After a while, the man was already standing in front of him, looking at him, dressed in white, with a few osmanthus flowers on his head, he was actually very good-looking, and said, "You are the Lun Shang who was born around Nandi." With an affirmative tone, his eyes never left.

Lun Shang was an ignorant person, looking directly at him and saying, "Demon Venerable, fortunately." ”

Seeing that he guessed it, Cangli laughed, "Not bad, not bad." The breath on your body is somewhat familiar. Cangli said bluntly, that breath seemed to have some connection with the breath on his body.

"Qingyang asked you to come." Lun Shang said.

"Hmm."

"Come in." Lun Shang turned around and walked inside, saying as he walked, "This place is called Zhushan, as you can see, this is a bamboo sea, these flowers were planted by him, that pond I dug not long ago, that place is a partial house, you live there with me." ”

"Hmm."

Lun Shang had a good impression when he saw him, and he talked more unnaturally, "This is usually me and Qingyang, there is the kitchen, and the tree is Lao Gui, I heard him talk about you a few days ago, but I didn't expect you to come today." Come and sit. ”

Lun Shang poured the tea and handed it to Cang Lidao, "This tea is grown by yourself, and if it is not as good as the one you drink, you will just take it." ”

Cangli took the tea, looked at the tea in the teacup, the color was yellow, smelled the fragrance, took a sip, and tasted it for a while.

For a while, I remembered that Qingyang was drinking tea there that day, and frowned, but I didn't notice it, and I added tea to him again and again.

"How?" Lun Shang stared at Cang Li and said, "Isn't it delicious?" ”

"Nope."

"That's good," said Lun Shang with a smile, turning to the kitchen, and walking out with a basket and a small hoe.

"What is this?"

"Later, we will dig bamboo shoots, there are bamboo rats in this forest, bamboo chickens or something, it is also delicious!" Lun Shang talked about the taste, and he was a little angry.

"......" Cangli was in a trance, which was a little different from what he thought, he thought it was a tea tasting, glanced at the hoe, and frowned.

"What's the problem?"

"Nope."

Lun Shang sat down and asked curiously, "I don't understand, why don't you suddenly become a Demon Venerable, majestic and arrogant, so majestic, tsk." ”

Cangli said lightly, "I'm tired, what about the majesty, the Extreme Abyss Hall is too cold, and the same is true of the Lonely Palace, it's boring to be alone......"

"Yes, but I still have to live happily." Live for those who worry about you.

Lun Shang looked at the vicissitudes overflowing in his eyes and sighed, he had learned the news of this continent, and Cangli was also a generation of heroes.

"Don't think about that now, let's go." Regardless of whether he followed or not, Lun Shang walked straight forward with his things.

Heroes are old, so is Cangli, so is he, this is the era of those youths, what do you say......

Somewhere in the universe

Lingjian Men thought about the cliff

One person was cultivating with his eyes closed, dressed in a gray robe, with sharp edges and corners, sword eyebrows obliquely inserted, and black hair tied up with wooden hairpins.

The man suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear and bright.

"What is this?" The man stood up, his body long, and walked slowly towards the window, moving with a rattling sound, but he saw that his ankles were being imprisoned by chains.

"Is that you?" The voice was full of nostalgia.