Before leaving, he called the dead wood and the seven people of Yijia Village, taught them the secret of Zhengyang Jue, left ten yuan stones for them, and instructed them not to divulge half a sentence of cultivation. Don't forget to take some time to tell each of them in detail about the experience of the practice of the mountain recitation.

Yi Hao told them that if they could cultivate hard in the future, one day he would return to the Immortal Gate and cultivate the True Realm together.

I think that Yiqi and the others really didn't disappoint him. After Yi Hao left, they took turns to sit in Yijiazhuang, and the rest of them practiced hard in retreat. Especially after Yiqi cultivated the Zhengyang Jue for four years, he actually felt the qi sense of Yuan Qi guiding into his body, and then it took him another year to rush into the Yuan Refining Realm.

And after Deadwood cultivated the Zhengyang Jue, he also entered the Refining Yuan Realm, but it was difficult to make an inch of progress in cultivation. As for the others, it is a pity that none of them can succeed in cultivating.

Later, Yijiazhuang developed better and better, and became a famous family in Guyue Kingdom. In order to commemorate Yihao's merits, Yiqi and others returned to Yijia Village under the peak of Black Python Mountain to make a statue of Yihao, and the villagers worshipped diligently. Of course, these are all later words, but Yi Hao doesn't know.

Yi Hao stared at Yijia Village in the distance, and scenes gradually appeared in his mind.

Outside Yijia Village, the stone slabs carrying the memories of the years have long been covered with moss, and in the blink of an eye, it is spring again, the warm breeze is slow, and the flowers are blooming and the mountains are red.

Remember the four seasons under the mountain peaks......

The winter snow is drifting, and the wind is slightly solemn on the fields; Spring warms the heart, trickling streams and pink and snow-white peach blossoms; The summer is hot, and the lotus pond is either red or white; Autumn is brilliant, with patches of golden grains. Countless laughter mixed with rough singing, echoing in the ridges, beach streams, yards, and peach forests.

If it's warm enough, who wants to wander around, but the home has been broken...... If it's comfortable enough, who will wander outside, but the dream is hard to come true!

Get out there...... Walking out, there seemed to be a rapid voice in the distance, it was the whisper of Grandpa Yuanshan, it was the shout of Uncle Xianliang, and it was the soft call of Wanru...... Find a place to live and be happy, find a decent glory, and ask for a chance to turn over.

The crooked river, the quiet village, the towering mountain peaks, the vast sky blue, the leisurely cloud white, the narrow bridge wood, the soft outline in Yihao's eyes gradually blurred.

Yi Hao resolutely floated away without looking back.