"Changsheng, I'll go first." Holding Yun Qi's corpse, Wu Huanzi said softly.

Gu Changsheng's face was pale, and he didn't say a word to stay, but just gave up his hand slightly.

Seeing him react like this, a hint of darkness flashed in Wuhuanzi's eyes, and after a long sigh, he turned around and left.

Looking at Wu Huanzi's back, Gu Changsheng stood at the door for a long time, and his mood was a little complicated.

At this time, his mobile phone suddenly rang with a message prompt, which was a voice from Song Qinghuan.

clicked on the voice, and An An's crisp voice came out.

"Uncle Changsheng, we've finished watching the braised pork! It just so happens that there is a braised pork seller at the entrance of the museum, do you want to come and eat together? ”

A smile appeared on his face, Gu Changsheng put away his phone, took one step, and disappeared in place.

……

On the other side, Wu Huanzi took Yun Qi's corpse and came to the Kunlun realm. Outside the fog gate, the lying monk was already waiting for him.

Yun Qi said that if he wanted to be buried with his master, of course Wu Huanzi would try his best to satisfy him. But Wu Huanzi is a half-step immortal realm, and he is not an immortal in the Kunlun realm, so he cannot enter this realm.

Therefore, although he was very helpless, Wu Huanzi could only hand over the body to the layman lying down, and then carefully instructed a few words.

Seeing the layman disappear into the fog gate, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were a little more confused.

Yun Qi's master, Kunlun Xian, is an old friend of Wu Huanzi, and the two had a very close relationship in the past. But now that the old friend and apprentice have gone west, Wu Huanzi doesn't even have a chance to go to their grave and say goodbye.

It's a little bleak, a little funny.

Wu Huanzi sighed, and sat on the ground with some loss, he recalled the previous people and events.

The Taoist friends who played against the immortals together back then, the dead died, the dead died, and few of them ended well, and they didn't even leave the Dao system.

Even if you become an immortal, you will not be allowed to leave the spiritual world in this life, and you can't say that you have eternal life or lose your freedom.

Thousands of years of layout, the double luck monk who was pinned on high hopes - Yun Qi, the Heavenly Immortal just used a little trick, and easily destroyed his Ascending Immortal Heavenly Tribulation, and now he is also dead.

Wu Huanzi fell backwards and lay down directly, his face was full of exhaustion, and he didn't have the slightest demeanor of a top overhaul.

Closing his eyes in pain, he was really tired, and after a while, he fell into a deep sleep.

After a long time, the voice of the layman who lay flat sounded in Wu Huanzi's ears, waking him up: "It's all taken care of, don't worry." ”

Wu Huanzi was awakened at this time, got up from the ground in a little panic, and forcibly squeezed a smile on his face.

"Thank you for your hard work, inaction. Then let's go back first. ”

Unexpectedly, the monk who lay flat shook his head slightly, and then slowly said: "I have been staying in Yuqing Palace, because I am worried that if I leave it alone, the Xia Kingdom will fall into chaos. ”

After a pause, the layman continued: "Recently, I have almost handed over the work, so I will leave first. ”

In Wu Huanzi's somewhat stunned eyes, the lying monk bent down slightly, made a gesture, and then turned straight away.

Looking at the back of the layman, Wu Huanzi's lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

Returning to the Yuqing Palace in despair, his face was lost, and he looked at the dead houses and courtyards.

Wuhuanzi returned to his room and sat down in a daze.

Listening to the sound of birds chirping outside the house, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and his heart was like a knife.

Wu Huanzi understands that in the future, only these birds will accompany him.

He's already a loner.

The days of loneliness are always very long, and Wu Huanzi lives alone in the Yuqing Palace and is not very sensitive to the passage of time.

I don't know how long it has been, Xu is a year, Xu is April, or even maybe it's just three or two days, Wu Huanzi's hair is already gray, and his body is slightly slumped.

Remorse and sadness are biting at Wu Huanzi's heart all the time, making him suffer.

……

One day, Mount Tai, the gate of Yuqing Palace.

An old Taoist priest in ragged clothes raised his head slightly and looked at the plaque above his head. The three big characters of "Yuqing Palace" are very dazzling and shining in the sun.

"Don't say a word when you move, you can't contact me, you can also mention it in the news......" The old Taoist priest shook his head, showing dissatisfaction.

Home was in front of him, but he didn't go in directly, but found a corner first.

The sword was carefully put down, and the wine gourd was thrown on the ground at random, and the old Taoist priest took out a clean Taoist robe from the cloth bag behind his back.

After changing into a brand-new outfit, he took a step and swaggered into the Yuqing Palace.

"Immortality! Old king! I am back! The old Taoist's voice was very loud, resounding throughout the entire Yuqing Palace.

However, the courtyard is quite deserted, and there is not a trace of fireworks.

With confusion on his face, he couldn't help scratching his head and muttering to himself, "Could it be that you're moving again?" Can't you...... Where can I move less than twice a year......"

But looking at the dead silence of the Yuqing Palace in front of him, the old Taoist priest could only shake his head helplessly, turned around and walked out.

"Forget it, let's call Changsheng and ask. I'm also full, so I don't want to make any surprises......"

Just as he was talking to himself and walking outside, the surrounding aura suddenly shook slightly.

A Taoist man dressed in a white Taoist robe and covered in the smell of alcohol appeared in front of him. The Taoist man was disheveled, drunk and hazy, and looked extremely decadent.

"You...... Who is it? "The Taoist is also very indistinct when he speaks, obviously a little drunk.

"I am the gatekeeper of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the sword of the road is sounding. Dare to ask seniors, you are ......"

In the face of such a drunk old man, the Daoist of Jianming did not dare to make a mistake, because the Daoist in front of him was a little too strong.

Jian Ming even felt that Wang Invincible at his peak was slightly weaker than him.

However, the sword Ming Daoist clenched the broken sword in his right hand, ready to draw the sword at any time.

This drunk old man, of course, is Wuhuanzi.

With his tongue wide open, he asked aloud, "Hidden Scripture Pavilion...... The gatekeeper of the Scripture Pavilion? Do you know Gu Changsheng? ”

Jian Ming Daoren frowned slightly, and then nodded: "I am his master, and his sword is taught by me." ”

"That'...... That's a coincidence, I ...... My name is Wu Huan, I am your ancestor, go! Drink with me! ”

As he spoke, Wu Huanzi stretched out his arm without saying a word, put his arm around the shoulder of the sword roaring daoist, and walked in with him.

"Huh? Huh! Are you really my ancestor? ”

In the face of such a living ancestor, Rao is a sword Ming Daoist who is not stingy on weekdays, and he can't help but feel a little numb.

As a sword cultivator of Yuqing Palace, of course he knew the name of Wu Huanzi, but after leaving Yuqing Palace for too long, Jian Ming Daoist didn't know what was going on.

After a while, Jian Ming Daoist was forcibly pulled to sit at the wine table, Wu Huanzi threw him a wine gourd, and he picked up a large jar of wine and drank it in one go.

In a daze of drunken eyes, Wu Huanzi looked at Jian Ming Daoist and muttered in a low voice: "Don't go, go, I'll be the only one left in Yuqing Palace." You...... Don't leave. ”