The sky was faintly bright, the sky was overcast, and the sky was silently and wantonly drizzling.

The drizzle drifted through the air with the breeze, gently falling on the faces of people who had woken up from their morning dreams and gotten out early, with a hint of coolness.

The moist air will dispel the tail of the last bit of morning dreams of the early risers, and perhaps all other early life, and will leave a new day that is gradually waking up.

On a mountain road, the hazy mountain mist is ethereal.

Li Yunsheng hurriedly walked on the muddy trail in the mountains at a very fast speed, his wide sleeves swaying and swaying with the wind, on the empty mountain trail after the rain, like a Danqing master's pen ~ The smart brushstrokes in the landscape painting.

After Li Yunsheng returned to the room last night, he actually had insomnia; Tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night.

The faces of my father, mother, and uncle flickered in my mind, alternating or blending together.

Her mother's tearful eyes seemed to be watching her.

However, for many years, he could no longer face his mother.

Even since childhood, my mother treats herself well.

But as long as I remember the scene I once saw when I was still young, all my mother's love and care seemed to disappear in a blink of an eye.

In the end, only the image of my father, whose face was covered in blood, curled up, with eyes open and still a little incredulous, lying on the grass in the stove of the old house has always remained in my heart very clearly and clearly.

And every time I see my mother, that picture will always come to mind as always and persistently.

My uncle also treated himself very well.

That day, I talked about the fact that my uncle and nephew are now one, and I thought that if I were involved in a period of right and wrong, open and secret struggle because of something, my uncle would inevitably be implicated.

In the same way, if my uncle makes a mistake in the officialdom and rises and falls, then I, as the most direct relation, will not be able to be left alone.

The two can be described as both prosperity and loss.

I don't know if my uncle is worried about anything, or is he just not trusting me?!

The hearts of the people are separated from the belly, and even the mother-child relationship between the mother and the son can be isolated by various factors, let alone others?!

Every young and fragile life comes to this world from the mother's womb, and the original one-dimensional existence has actually started its own destiny in this world.

Many times, every mother will live wholeheartedly for her children. However, as children gradually grow up day after day, and gradually have their own independent thinking and behavior patterns, many will gradually move farther and farther away from their mothers who have no regrets to feed their adult mothers.

O my mother! In addition to having my son in your eyes and heart, you also have the glory and wealth you want, as well as the love between men and women that you have always wanted but can't have.

The uncle was the mother's dependence, and always was, both spiritual and material.

My uncle is also my support, and since that year he ruthlessly threw me into the East China Sea coastal defense camp~ It has always been.

I, Li Yunsheng, have a home, but where is the harbor where my soul rests?! It's my real home.

The drizzle curled and moistened Li Yunsheng's cheeks, and the two lines of tears slipped silently, drifting together with the lewd rain, moistening the soil and moisturizing things on the mountain road.

Since I came out to distract my mind and relieve my depressed state of mind, then put aside all the distractions in my head, and let me Li Yunsheng be like a wanderer who left home for the first time, go to a strange and familiar place, and settle down for a while.

Although it is not thousands of miles away from home, it is just from one side of this east mountain to the other, but the two sides of this mountain have completely different scenery, and this world also has more intricate memories.

If the wind and rain are the warmth of heaven and earth, then the storm, lightning and thunder, and even the shaking of the earth and mountains are the stinky temper of this heaven and earth.

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In Liufangzhai, Nameless was drunk again, and tears slipped silently from the corners of his eyes.

Ao Bing looked at Nameless there pouring himself cup after cup, inexplicably sad, and couldn't help but think of Zi Qingling, who had been by his side for thousands of years.

That ghostly, brutal and willful, little girl who is bent on being able to transform successfully as soon as possible and one day, is it really completely dissipated between this world and the world?

My dragon body has healed, where are you?

My physical body has been restored to its original state, but will it be at the cost of your dissipation and no further reincarnation?

This kind of recovery, such healing, I don't want it!

Come to think of it, Qingling, you are now existing in my body in a way that I don't understand now, you and I are now one.

Qing Ling, even if this Heavenly Dao is really dead, even if there is no trace of the gods and demons of the heavens in this Earth Star Realm, I will definitely make you return to my side, I really want to hear you scold me every day for being a crippled dragon and a paralyzed dragon.

Ao Bingzheng was secretly thinking about it, and unconsciously, the cultivation realm that had not advanced an inch since he fell three thousand years ago suddenly moved slightly at this moment.

Ao Bing immediately sent out an extremely small divine thought, and entered the nameless sea of consciousness that seemed to be lost and depressed, and then turned into a silkworm and disappeared into the private room of this Liufangzhai out of thin air.

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On the second day, as soon as Nameless woke up, he looked around, but there was no Ao Bing around.

When Nameless was feeling strange in his heart, suddenly Ao Bing's voice sounded in his head, and then he knew the reason.

"Little second brother, have you ever seen Miss Liu?"

Nameless walked out of the private room door, saw the shopkeeper, and asked out loud.

"Yesterday, Miss Liu saw that you and that noble son were drunk, but Miss Liu was too strong to drink, so she left first. Before leaving, Miss Liu also ordered that the little one should not disturb the two masters for drinking. In addition, after Miss Liu and another son wake up, if you have free time, you can go directly to Liufu to find her. Hey? What about the son? ”

The shopkeeper looked behind him with some hesitation, but he didn't see Ao Bing's figure.

"Oh? Oh, my brother has already left. ”

Nameless replied casually, and then walked slowly towards the outside of Liufangzhai.

I thought that Brother Ao had said that he could reach the foundation building realm before the age of thirty, but in the days when he returned to Haicheng, he had been playing and enjoying himself, and he had left the matter of cultivation behind.

Now Brother Ao has gone to a secret place to retreat and cultivate. What's more, the strange dreams I often have indicate that I may encounter many good or bad things in the future.

"It's time for me to go into retreat."

Nameless thought to himself in his heart, and rode the jujube red horse that he rode over from the door to Liufangzhai's guys, turned the horse's head and went to the direction of the Jade Emperor Palace Taoist Temple.

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On the east mountain of Haizhou City, the Jade Emperor Palace Taoist Temple is surrounded by green trees, and it is a clean and undisturbed season.

Sitting in front of the window of the quiet room where he had lived since he was a child, he thought about the "Jiaolong Sword Technique" that he had practiced in that fairy-like underwater cave.

"This ignorant person, if there is nothing, is not real, like a dream, wakes up during the dream, is not nothing, wakes up and forgets himself, and has nothing to gain......"

Wuhua muttered to herself, as if she had temporarily lost her consciousness, and her thoughts were just fluctuating with the mantra in the sword technique.

The flowerless body constantly overflows with bursts of fluctuations, and the cycle repeats itself, as if it will continue to be infinite.

If Ao Bing is here, he will find that Wuhua has unconsciously entered the realm of nothingness and selflessness that cultivators dream of.

Outside the Taoist Temple of the Jade Emperor Palace, a few unknown birds and finches that stayed on the branches of the trees were also unconsciously, and their claws tightly grasped the tender green branches under their claws and fell into a deep sleep, no longer jumping up and down as they did just now, playing and playing, and making bursts of crying.