Ten miles of peach forest, after all, is the destination of Confucian students in the world, Liu Qingyang is not a Confucian student, but he also loves this place, just because the bones of Mr. Chen Qingshui are buried here.

The time flow of the realm outside the road is always different from this outside world, three times into the realm of the outside of the road, time turns quickly, since Liu Qingyang first arrived here, it has been a hundred years, and the bones of Mr. Chen Qingshui are in this ten miles of peach forest, which is also a hundred years.

It's just that for so much time, Confucianism still hasn't been able to appear a big gentleman after all, in the end, it needs the colorful glass lamp to open his mind, and Liu Qingyang came here in the hope that Mr. Chen Qingshui would see that there was a successor.

When a person behind him saw Liu Qingyang's figure, he was stunned for a moment, but said with a smile: "When did Mr. Xiao come?"

Liu Qingyang turned around, but he saw Liu Mengyun, but the little scholar who used to be wooden has become a white-haired old man, with a volume of "Book of Songs" in his hand, which looks like Mr. Big, but he doesn't have Mr. Big's wise eyes.

Liu Qingyang threw a pot of wine to Liu Mengyun and said, "Naturally, I came to see Mr. Big, and you happened to be there, so let's drink together and talk about the past." ”

Liu Mengyun shook his head and said, "I don't know how to drink." ”

Liu Qingyang said: "You are really a nerd, this wine, it's not for drinking, it's for you to catch up with Mr. Big." ”

Liu Mengyun understood, nodded, picked up the wine jug and ran under the peach tree, and then poured a pot of wine into the peach tree.

Liu Qingyang shook his head with a smile and said, "You are really stupid to read, you drink with others, you naturally have to drink, why did you give it all to Mr. Big." ”

Liu Mengyun scratched his head, smiled, snatched Liu Qingyang's wine jar, and took a big sip, but he choked and coughed violently, and snot and tears fell together.

Liu Qingyang doesn't care about him, Liu Mengyun is interesting, he is loyal, but he also understands right and wrong, so even though Liu Mengyun regards Mr. Big as his life, he has never had a fight with Liu Qingyang.

Liu Qingyang kicked Liu Mengyun and said, "Since you are here, then give you something." ”

After speaking, Liu Qingyang threw the colorful glass lamp to Liu Mengyun.

Liu Mengyun looked at the colorful glass lamp, his eyes were full of fine light, and asked, "You took this lamp?"

Liu Qingyang glanced at Liu Mengyun and said, "You are a hundred years old, do you want to give it to you?" Even if you give it to you, you can't become a big gentleman!"

Liu Mengyun looked at Mr. Big's grave and said with sincere fear: "Disciple Liu Mengyun has never had the luxury of Mr. Na's position. I also know that I can't become Mr. Big. ”

Liu Qingyang scolded with a smile: "Saying that you are a nerd, you are really a nerd." It is a matter of great merit to produce another great gentleman among the Confucian sects, and it doesn't matter who becomes it, who can say that you covet the position of the great gentleman, not to mention ......"

Liu Qingyang looked at the grave in the peach forest, his eyes gradually deepened, and said, "Besides, Mr. Big is not any glory, but a responsibility, a responsibility, to make a life for heaven and earth, to be busy for the people." Whoever becomes Mr. Big has to travel all his life, which is a blessing, it is clearly a drudgery. ”

Liu Mengyun shook his head and said, "If you say this, even if the teacher is here, he won't agree." It is the greatest wish of Confucian disciples to be able to make a life for heaven and earth, that is a blessing, how can it be a hard job? It is an existence that is admired by all people!"

Liu Qingyang smiled and said, "Oh? Then can you tell me that in the past hundred years, Mr. Big's incense is still prosperous?"

Liu Mengyun shook his head with a bitter face, and said, "There has never been a peak of incense. These disciples all have their own destinations, where do they still remember the big gentleman on the three-foot high altar of the peach forest. ”

Liu Qingyang took a sip of wine and said, "How could Mr. Big be such a wise person, how could he not see through the situation of a hundred years after himself? He already knew this, but he still wanted to do this. Where is the admiration of the people, so I say it's drudgery. You're a nerd, you don't understand. ”

Liu Mengyun's face turned red, but he couldn't say another sentence after all. just snatched Liu Qingyang's wine jar and took another sip, still choking on snot and tears flowing down together.

The two stopped talking, just silently drinking wine in front of Mr. Big's tomb, Liu Qingyang drank the taste, and Liu Mengyun drank the bitterness, so a smiling face, a crying face, a good scenery.

The day was about to stop, and Yun Ming also arrived at this tomb, saw Liu Qingyang and Liu Mengyun, and said, "This is the tomb of the second uncle?"

Liu Mengyun didn't know what to do, but Liu Qingyang nodded, and then quietly watched Yun Ming kowtow to Mr. Da a few times, and then poured half of a pot of wine in front of the tomb.

Liu Qingyang asked, "Where do you go from here?"

Yun Ming frowned and said, "Confucianism is no longer the original Confucianism. Naturally, I want to go back, and now that Confucianism is weak, naturally I still need a sword leader! Although Yun Ming is a sinner, he also cares about Confucianism. ”

Liu Qingyang nodded, Yun Ming's path is nothing more than two, in addition to Confucianism, it is Buddhism, but Confucianism makes Yun Ming more worried, so he has such a choice.

Liu Qingyang asked again: "Your father...... How is His Holiness?"

Yun Ming shook his head and said, "It's naturally hard to lose your son when you're old. All sins are also caused by him, and the day before yesterday, he sat down by the lamp in front of the Buddha. Maybe seven or eight years later, it's another little novice. ”

Liu Qingyang nodded and said, "Since this life, he is going to experience a love tribulation." Then I hope to be a little novice in the next life, and I can be more comfortable, just in front of the ancient Buddha. Cultivate a mind that is quiet and clear. ”

Yun Ming thought for a moment, and then said: "The Evil Heart Demon Buddha Fan Qiye, who has ascended the Buddha altar, without the ancient Buddha and the sword Rulai, he is already the most honorable person in the Great Leiyin Temple." ”

Liu Qingyang nodded, Fan Qiye didn't have much contact with him, but there were successors to Buddhism, which was also a blessing. It is naturally impossible for the Zen heart of the Ancestor of Lei Yin to be in the Great Lei Yin Temple, otherwise that body of cultivation will not be able to cover up the detection of the Divine Monarch after all, if it breaks through the Eight Turns Realm one day, I am afraid that it will be the end of the Great Lei Yin Temple.

Since ancient times, all cultivators who have reached the realm at the end of the Eighth Revolution have to wander in that void, and the six great Divine Monarchs in the world have already formed their own pattern, and they will never allow others to re-enter the Divine Monarchs.

Therefore, even if Lei Yin Ancestor cultivated to Tongxuan, he had to escape from the world, and after all, he was inferior to the Divine Monarch. In the whole world, how many people can challenge the Divine Monarch many times like Yuan Yingchou?

As for Liu Wendao, although it is the realm at the end of the eighth turn, the distance is broken, but there is a distance after all, and the ancient kingdom of Xiliang is bound here, so it has naturally become the strongest between heaven and earth.

After thinking about it, between heaven and earth, except for a few people, they can't escape the cycle of rise and fall, even if they are as cultivated as Lei Yin Ancestor. Maybe at that level, Liu Qingyang can understand their state of mind.

Yun Ming looked at Liu Qingyang again and said, "Then where will you go in the future?"

Liu Qingyang looked in the direction of the ancient country of Xiliang and said, "I am from Xiliang after all, and I always have to go back to my hometown to have a look." Although this great wilderness is also the West, it is not the ancient country of Xiliang after all, I want to go back, or become a hegemon, or be a carefree knight, it doesn't matter after all. ”

It's just that Liu Qingyang's gaze turned to the direction of the Kunlun Holy Mountain, and he said: "It's just a pity, in the past, there was a close friend who lived and died together, although his personality was weird, but after all, he was a person who valued love and righteousness. I had a five-year covenant with him, and now it's a hundred years, and I want to go back and see it. ”

"Besides, there is another disciple who is also waiting for me, in the blink of an eye, I don't know if that frizzy boy has become a famous swordsman! If he loses my face as a teacher, then I will beat him hard, and if I don't understand my anger, I will continue to beat him until I am relieved!"

After saying this, Liu Qingyang looked up to the sky and laughed, the hundred years have been in a hurry, and he has seen more things, so he always likes nostalgia. Over the years, the dull days have passed, the passionate days have passed, good things have been done, bad things have been done, and the only thing that makes Liu Qingyang feel guilty is that he has not saved the townspeople of Qingshui Town.

He vaguely remembered that Xu Er, who seemed to be a pimp but had never done bad things seriously, Liu Tu'er, who was respectful to himself, and Qiao Sister-in-law, who could speak well, were always things and people.

He has also been to Qingshui Town, and he has already lived in other people, still the same as before, there are also butchers, splashers, and farmers, but they are not the same as before.

A bird skimmed over the sky, circled for a week, and slowly landed in front of Liu Qingyang, the bird's mouth opened, and a thick letter fell out, and in an instant, the bird turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

Liu Qingyang looked at the signature on the letter, it was Wu Tianxing, the witch king who became a teacher in the end, and the flying bird was also a witchcraft in southern Xinjiang.

Thousands of miles here, Liu Qingyang looked at the letter, and sighed with emotion in his heart, I don't know what the situation in southern Xinjiang is, after a hundred years, Wu Tianxing may not have much life. It's to have a good drink with him while he's still there.

Liu Qingyang opened the letter, but his heart throbbed.

"Virtuous nephew Liu Qingyang, seeing words is like meeting. Now the scenery of southern Xinjiang is handsome, and the villagers live and work in peace and contentment......."

The previous words were all some greetings, but Liu Qingyang knew Wu Tianxing's Confucian cultivation, so naturally he would not make such meaningless greetings, so Wu Tianxing could only not know how to write.

After flipping through two pages in a row, Liu Qingyang finally saw the desperate handwriting.

"Virtuous nephew Liu Qingyang, my son Wu Yuerong, the Taoism is low, a hundred years have passed, and the longevity is approaching. However, before he died, he never forgot the time when Xingye was in flames, and he only hoped that when his life was over, he would be able to see you, and he wished for this life. ”

The words are like knives, Liu Qingyang's heart hurts, the most painful thing in life is parting, the little witch's smile and voice seem to be right in front of him, and tears are swirling in Liu Qingyang's eyes. If she hadn't let go of Wu Yuerong's hand at that time, and just desperately left that person, where would this have been!

At this moment, it hurts my heart, but Liu Qingyang can't do anything after all, under the whole world, the longevity is over, where can I continue my life!