On this day, Dusk Town once again regained its former peaceful atmosphere, and in this peace, it seemed that everyone's face flashed with ease and happiness, which was unprecedented before.

And the reason for all this is the earth-shattering battle that day.

In that battle, in front of the gate of the Yun family, the sky was dark, and the shattered ground was still left. Now there are strong cultivators who can't be seen on weekdays passing by there every day, and they are all attracted by those traces of battle. And every time after watching it, they always left with a touch of horror, and it was obvious that that the battle made all the cultivators numb.

And after that battle, the famous Xiuwang sect of the Nanyan Continent, the Ziyun Gate, began to close the sect, except for those elite disciples who participated in the sect competition, the other foreign disciples were all called back by its head, it seems that there is something big, this Nanyan Continent's sky, it seems to be about to change.

The mountain rain was about to come, and the wind was full of buildings, and the cultivators connected this battle with the behavior of Ziyunmen, and even came to a conclusion in horror: The trouble of Ziyunmen is coming.

However, these are not important things for the people of Dusk Town. In their shijie, firewood, rice, oil, and salt are everything, and those cultivators always leave some money when they pass by, which makes them very happy.

Of course, what really made them feel happy and peaceful was that the Yun family had completely fallen, such a behemoth used to suppress the people in the town and squeeze the people's oil and water, but now it finally fell, as if the stone that pressed on everyone's hearts fell, as if it was relieved.

At this time, on the noisy street of Dusk Town, a thin figure suddenly appeared in the crowd, he was covered in a black robe. Even that head was completely covered, making him look different from everyone else. But no one paid attention to him, because what people noticed was that the price of vegetables had risen again today.

"Alas. A light sigh came from the mouth of the black-robed man, as if with endless and complex emotions, all of this will eventually leave him.

The beauty of the past can never come back. He's no longer the kid running on the street. The cruelty of life is the same as the beauty, that is, it is eternally irreversible.

Yes, the black-robed man is Qingyang.

Now he is back in excellent health. If he faced that Yun Xuan again at this time, Qingyang could completely crush him, instead of fighting like before.

"What should be gone is to go. Before that, though, it's time to see the old man. I don't know if he's still as crazy as ever. Qingyang's figure suddenly flickered. It just disappeared into the crowd and no one noticed.

In a remote corner of Dusk Town. There was a dilapidated hut. It was in dilapidation and no one had repaired it. But Qingyang's eyes when he looked at the room were full of infinite warmth and love.

This is the residence of the storyteller, the mad old man.

"Old man, I'm back!" Qingyang shouted loudly, with deep affection and joy in that voice.

This storyteller can be regarded as Qingyang's second father in Dusk Town. Without him, Qingyang would not have recognized words; Qingyang would not understand so many poems, without him, Qingyang would not understand so many accidents, and without him, it would be impossible for Qingyang to have a strong personality and a beautiful childhood.

His childhood was spent in the voice of an old storyteller.

The storyteller often boasted that he was a generation of sword immortals when he was young. Chic and indulgent, killing people all over the world and thousands of miles away. But how could Qingyang believe that in his opinion, this old man was a drunkard, at most a drunkard who knew a little bit of pen and ink. But this drunk ghost is a warm existence in Qingyang's heart.

"Old man, I've come back with your favorite wine?" Qingyang said with a smile on his face as he took out two jars of good wine from Luo Jie.

Wine is naturally the old storyteller's favorite, he said that when the book is on the rise, he always has to drink a few sips, if there is no wine around him, he will be angry and not talk. Therefore, in order to listen to the old man's story, Qingyang could only use the small money he usually saved to make half a tael of wine, which could be regarded as honoring the old man.

Qingyang still remembers how painful his expression was when he bought wine, but now Qingyang bought these two jars of good wine, but it cost ten Xuanjing coins, because this is the most haode wine in Dusk Town-Sunset Evening Wine!

Back then, he always said that his greatest wish in this life was to drink his favorite wine and drink at sunset. At that time, Qingyang also wanted to buy it for him, but this wine was too expensive, even if he sold him, he couldn't afford it. Therefore, now that Qingyang is back and has money, he naturally bought this sunset wine for him.

It is said that there is an allusion to this sunset and twilight wine, of course, the allusion is also pulled out by the storyteller, he chanted such a poem at the time: Life is free and easy to be uninhibited, and the wild song is drunk and forgets the past. The sunset is good for wine, and the east water of the emperor no longer flows.

The dilapidated thatched hut did not respond in the slightest, looking at everything covered with dust, Qingyang's eyes began to become sad, even this storyteller, is gone.

It's gone.

Everything is gone.

Qingyang didn't go into the house, because his Wang Zhi had already swept in, and there was nothing in it.

Qingyang put the wine on the big stone table and sat down slowly, with a trace of loneliness in his stunned expression. I came back, but I couldn't find anyone who knew each other to drink the song, what is it.

Qingyang's face had two lines of tears faintly falling. Things have passed and people are no longer there, and the loss of things and people is sad.

"Hehe, old man, this is your favorite wine, the sunset is dusk. Come on, today!, we won't get drunk and won't return!" Qingyang suddenly smiled stupidly, and said slowly into the air, looking at the stone table with soft eyes.

All the stories that happened on the stone table were as if they were being shown yesterday, and the scenes were heartfelt.

Kiss!

Qingyang took out the lid of the wine, and the aroma of the wine overflowed the entire courtyard in an instant, but Qingyang didn't feel fragrant at all, just poured a large bowl of wine into his mouth, and the wine overflowed and splashed his clothes.

"Haha!" Qingyang suddenly laughed madly, his voice was bohemian and full of sadness.

"Life is free and uninhibited, and the wild song is drunk and forgets the past. The sunset is good for wine, and the east water of the emperor will no longer flow"

"It's good to drink at sunset! Old man! I seem to understand what you're blowing! Haha, old man, I'm back Qingyang, Qingyang misses you so much! Can you show up, come out and see me! Where have you been? Daddy and your son are gone, why are you gone!"

"Don't you want to see Qingyang!!"

The desolate cry resounded like a heavenly question throughout the dilapidated courtyard, adding to the gloom.

"Haha! God, why are you making such a fool of me!" Qingyang drank and sang wildly, crying loudly, and endless desolation covered everything in this courtyard.

And where did the storyteller go at this time?

Far away, close at hand.

That's right, at this time, there was an old man standing in the room holding his sword, clear tears welling up in his dry eyes, and his dry lips seemed to move slightly: "Qingyang. ”

"You've grown, you've surprised me. Not to mention this body cultivation, I actually honed my sword intent, it seems that I came here correctly at the beginning. You kid, you still know that I love to drink, haha, but the old man can't get together with you at the moment. Go ahead, make an end with Ziyun!Then come to Zhongyan, the old man is waiting for you."

Qingyang didn't even notice that there was anyone in the house!

With Qingyang's Wang Zhi, he didn't even find out! Who the hell is he? Could it be that he is just an old storyteller?!

Qingyang didn't know all this. He was so immersed in his own grief that he couldn't help himself.

After a long time, he slowly stood up. The king's anger dispersed, and the smell of wine and the tears on his face evaporated.

His fists were clenched, and a sharp gaze shot straight into the sky.

"Ziyun, everything, it's time to make a break! Daddy, the child is here!"

Rumble!

A terrifying aura instantly rushed up from the Fall of the Dawn Town, and then rushed towards a mountain at a terrifying speed.

That mountain, full of fairy energy, is for Ziyun Mountain!

On this night, everyone's eyes were shaking to look at the streamer, the streamer with a monstrous aura, and there seemed to be endless anger accumulating in it, making people dare not look at it directly.

In front of the misty Ziyun Mountain, everything is as it was yesterday.

Qingyang stopped in front of a Jedi cliff, his eyes glowing with an astonishing cold light like a falcon.

The immature and weak boy back then came to the mountain today!

What a trick, what a formation, what a vague thing, it's all shattered in front of me!

Qingyang's breath shook all over his body, and a violent and terrifying royal qi surged out from the depths of his body and rose to the sky. It was so powerful that even the surrounding mountains were instantly crushed to ashes.

"Break it open!"

Touch!

As soon as the words fell, a fierce royal qi shock wave burst out, shattering the cliff camouflage formation in front of him with a bang!

The formation was broken, and all the vanity showed its true form. A long ladder to the sky stretched in front of Qingyang, and the long ladder looked majestic and dignified with clouds and mist, but in Qingyang's eyes, these had no meaning!

Today, he is not the simple boy he was back then!

Today's everything, let's come to an end.

"Zi Tianyun, get out of here! hand over my parents, or you will wash the Purple Cloud Gate in blood!" A cold voice with endless anger suddenly resounded, like the sound of bells and drums, echoing in the Purple Cloud Gate for a long time.

Bang bang!!

The sound fell, and a sword qi visible to the naked eye rushed up, and in the next moment, those whistling and humming sword qi scattered around Qingyang, and in an instant, the ladder no longer reached the sky, and they were all shattered by the sword qi, turning into gravel and sand chips flying among the lofty mountains.

The gate of Ziyun Mountain was blasted open by a sword!

All grievances, tonight, even if they are clear and clear!(To be continued......)

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