Leaving Wudang, Wei Ziqing did not return directly to Kunlun Mountain, but went to the nearest town under Zhongnan Mountain.

I bought a few jars of wine and walked towards Zhongnan Mountain.

Since the cooperation between Quanzhen and Tantra a hundred years ago and was uprooted by Wei Ziqing, the entire Zhongnan Mountain has been completely deserted.

The remains of the eaves, the square once covered with bluestones, although overgrown with weeds and dense forests, can still vaguely see the prosperity of the past.

Walking here, some are just more boo, but the profundity that this Quanzhen Sect has brought to everyone is by no means the destruction and life of a sect, but more so that the entire world knows their own positioning, and it also makes them understand that no matter how powerful they are, they should not forget their original intentions and be fundamental!

In a hundred years, the years have changed the entire Zhongnan Mountain, but for Wei Ziqing, it seems that nothing has changed here!

Since the accident of the little dragon girl, there has been no human population here, and the thatched house at the foot has long been gone, and it finally collapsed in the river of these years!

Wei Ziqing still thought that he could see Yang Guo and them here, but now it seems that they are no longer here!

Also, if it were here, how could there be no rumors about them in this river and lake?

Carrying wine, he went straight to the tomb of the living dead.

It's still the same place, the collapsed dragonstone in front of the tomb of the living dead still hides the entire cemetery underground, but the difference is that the surrounding area has been abandoned for a long time, and it seems that no one has been in this place for decades.

"Not to mention that this world has been around for a hundred years, even if it is your own real world, it has been for decades!"

Standing in front of the ancient tomb, Wei Ziqing muttered a low voice on his face, and looked at the lonely hill on the side of the ancient tomb.

He didn't speak, just waved his hand, and the dense forest and weeds surrounding the ancient tomb were uprooted as if they had been swept by something, and the surrounding areas that were originally barren and grass suddenly became empty and bright, as if someone had been tidying up here, for the past hundred years.

It's just that, the only one, there wasn't even a single piece of grass on the lonely straw bale.

Looking at this mountain bag, Wei Ziqing showed a look of reminiscence on his face.

"Brother Diao, I'm back!"

In a hundred years, when it came back, its grave was already overgrown with weeds!

Wei Ziqing's words did not get any response, and the small mountain still stood there quietly.

Smiling, Wei Ziqing squatted down and pulled out the grass on the mountain bag one by one with his hands.

"You're too lazy and don't tidy up your home, if I don't come, in a hundred years, your house will be gone!"

Wei Ziqing said bluntly, as if he was laughing at the laziness of this eagle brother, and as if he was laughing at himself for being ashamed of this eagle brother.

Until, half an hour later, the hill bag that was reborn from weeds revealed its true face, it was a tomb, in front of the grave, there was still a wooden tombstone, but under the erosion of time, the words on the tombstone were not very clear.

But I can still see a few words more or less, Brother Diao...... Wei Ziqing...... Stand...... And so on......

"It seems that it's been a long time, and even the door number of Brother Diao's house is gone!"

Seeing this tombstone, Wei Ziqing smiled dumbly, and with a wave of his hand, an ancient tree the size of a waist in the distance suddenly exploded, and then a log about one meter high appeared in his hand.

A few wisps of sword qi rose in his fingertips, and after a few wisps of sword flowers, a square wooden tablet had appeared in Wei Ziqing's hand, pulled out the tombstone that was no longer clear in the font, inserted it, looked at the stele that was re-advantaged by himself, hesitated, and a wisp of glass-colored flame shrouded the wooden tablet.

When he saw that the wooden tombstone was a little different from the wooden one getting a luster, Wei Ziqing put away the glass-colored flame, looked at the cemetery and said, "Brother carving, are you satisfied?" Don't worry, I'll refine the plaque for your house a little, you don't have to worry, you won't be able to find your way home by then! ”

Speaking of this, Wei Ziqing's face suddenly darkened.

The way home?

He smiled dumbly, took out the two jars of wine he had prepared, looked at the wine in his hand, and chuckled: "I remember that you liked to drink a lot back then, and I also said that I would take you back to my world and let you drink refreshment, but in the end, I still broke my promise......"

"But, it's okay, Brother Diao, now we can drink too, come, I respect you!"

After speaking, he opened the lid of the wine jar and took a sip of it from the sky: "Cool!" ”

After taking a few sips in a row, Wei Ziqing's face was full of comfort, although the wine in this world is not as high as in reality, it is pure and has its own characteristics.

A gust of wind blew, hanging from the treetops in the distance, bringing with it a whining sound.

Wei Ziqing paused, looked at the lonely grave, and then laughed a little: "Brother Diao, are you expressing your dissatisfaction?" Don't worry, I won't drink alone, come, you drink too! ”

After saying that, he took another pot of wine and poured it on the lonely grave, saying that it was strange that as soon as the wine was poured, the wind stopped.

"Well, this wine is still good, isn't it?"

Wei Ziqing said with some satisfaction, leaning directly on the lonely grave.

He raised his head to look at the sky, did not speak, fell into a silence for a while, but this silence also had a little more warmth and reminiscence, and vaguely seemed to be able to see that by Wei Ziqing's side, there was also an eagle owl lying beside him!

Wine, wordless!

Love, hard to express!

For the Condor, Wei Ziqing can be said to be a brother and a teacher, if he was not the Condor back then, the horror would not be what he is today!

Night, quietly rising.

A bright moon appeared in the sky, with an icy moonlight.

Wei Ziqing was still lying there, not moving, the wine in his hand had already dried up, and there were several empty jars on the ground, some of which he could drink, and some of whom sacrificed to the Condor!

He didn't leave here!

This night, he accompanies it!

It wasn't until the next day, when a ray of morning light appeared on the margin, that Wei Ziqing opened his sleepy eyes: "Is it dawn?" ”

He slowly stood up, placed two jars of wine in front of the tomb, and touched the tombstone.

"Brother Diao, I'm leaving, don't worry, I will often come back to accompany you during this time, and I also swear, one day, I will make you come alive, I didn't drink enough last night, but it's okay, we still have a chance!"

Wei Ziqing's face was full of solemn expressions, this was his promise to the Divine Condor!

He believed that one day, he would resurrect the Condor, and it would be a complete resurrection.

Reincarnation of the Dirt?

The Great Law of Rebirth?

Wei Ziqing wouldn't use this kind of thing to resurrect the Condor, because it would be a humiliation to it!

After saying this, Wei Ziqing didn't hesitate, and he didn't look back down the mountain, he, it's time to go to Kunlun!

The wind blew again, with a whining sound, and behind him, a lonely tomb stood quietly, and above the tomb, it was vaguely visible that a lonely but reluctant eagle was watching the back that was fading away.

So desolate, yet so old, so lonely!

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