In front of the house sat a well, with stacks of yellow but neatly arranged haystacks, and not far away were wooden hangers, near which there were stone piers and several stone benches.

Look at the chessboard that seems to have a knife carved on the stone pier, there is a lot of ash on it, and it looks like no one has been playing here for a long time.

Almost all of these ordinary people's things, Wu Renfu seemed to want to see them through, he stared intently, and muttered to himself:

"Brother Yi, I know Mu Lan's relationship with you very well, how could she abandon you and leave alone? And with your character, how could she stay alone in this place with ancient enchantments and live in seclusion? You are all people who have concerns! You always say that you are different, always say that I can't understand you, always say that I have no one in my eyes, but what can I do?"

As he spoke, Wu Ren's thin lips showed a sad smile, his figure was not very tall, with his Confucian shirt and the cold winter wind, his inner gloom and complexity were revealed from his bones.

Then, Wu Renfu raised his arms, and then slowly stretched forward.

Suddenly, a golden light shield suddenly appeared above the hut, and with it, the entire room and some surrounding open space were tightly enclosed in it.

The runes on the light mask flowed brightly, and there seemed to be golden arcs of lightning swimming one after another, and whenever Wu Renfu wanted to get closer, the golden arcs would keep attacking his palm, forcing him to not advance an inch.

After several attempts, Wu Renfu's palm was finally shaken open by the counterattack of the light mask, and the palm of his palm had been peeled open, but his expression did not change in the slightest.

"Combining the strengths of two families, it's no wonder that it can isolate my divine sense. ”

Wu Renfu said softly. However, he didn't seem to force the light mask open, but walked around the light mask towards the back of the house, and when he reached the backyard, the two graves in front of him made him pause.

I saw that his eyebrows, which rarely fluctuate on weekdays, were screwed together heavily, and his expression was bitter, as if he had missed the cold winter.

I don't know if the Confucian crown on his head is because of the plucking of the mountain wind, or his trembling body, it looks like he is drifting away with the wind, only listening to Wu Ren's hoarse voice, and muttering to himself:

"Brother Yi, if you weren't bent on dying, I wouldn't have doubted in my heart, but I decided that Mu Lan would not abandon you, and you burned the true yuan and chose to fight to the death, so I guessed that Mu Lan might have died. As for the reason, I guess you don't want to hear it, so I won't mention it again. ”

As if he was quickly coming out of his memories, Wu Renfu's voice gradually became clearer, and his gaze slowly brightened from Fang Cai's wandering, only to hear him continue:

"Mu Lan's injuries should not be difficult to heal with the two of you joining forces, but what are you doing for it because you don't hesitate to make a big mistake in the world, and assuming that Mu Lan's early death made you come to fight alone?"

Wu Renfu's voice became clearer and clearer, but his face became more and more lonely, and he said with difficulty:

"All things considered, there's only one possibility. So, Ren Fu also wants to know, for a child who doesn't live long, is all this worth it?"

At this time, Wu Renfu's cultivation may not be unparalleled in the world, but his wisdom and thinking and reasoning ability are really terrifying. However, he didn't talk to himself, but stared deeply at the tombstones of Yi Qing and Yun Mulan.

After a long time, Fang took out a wine gourd from his wide sleeve and took a sip of it, then gently pulled up his left sleeve with his right hand and poured the wine on the ground, as if to pay tribute to the two.

The blue sky is boundless, just like Wu Renfu who pours himself to drink, which seems to be free and casual, but it hides the madness and stubbornness after the storm.

After a period of silence, I heard Wu Renfu start to say slowly:

"I have heard that there is a historic site in Jingzhou, called the Yellow Crane Tower. There are also poems in the world: the people of the past have taken the yellow crane to go, the yellow crane tower is empty here, the yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. Several of us have known each other for thousands of years, and we are both Junjie and Tianjiao, who have worked together to kill demons, remove traitors, and have also sung to wine, and the piano and sword are ringing, and then you regard me as an evil demon, but I still treat you as one. ”

As he said to himself, Wu Renfu's emotions slowly became excited, he changed his gentle attitude in the past, and his tone was a little more solemn and determined:

"Brother Yi, you were killed by my own hands, but I have no regrets about this, if there is no chance of immortality in this life, then I will go to you in his future reincarnation, open my chest and accept the power of your palm. ”

As if exhaling all the depression in his chest, Wu Renfu continued sonorously:

"Although the three of us are now separated by yin and yang, but the way of heaven is all ants, and the world is about to be in chaos, how can my monks sit idly by!

After speaking, Wu Renfu originally showed a little gloomy and sad eyes, but suddenly returned to the deep and unpredictable appearance of the past, and there was still a sense of perseverance.

Standing up indifferently, he gently threw the wine gourd into the air, and then smashed it into powder with one palm, and walked down the mountain without hesitation, never looking back.

In the end, the dusty and clean figure gradually disappeared into the dense jungle like a wolf, is it bleak, lonely, or a kind of arrogant persistence?

About this, the world does not know, perhaps even Wu Renfu himself does not know.

It's as if he asked the late Yi Qing and his wife, is all this worth it?

Of course, whether all this is worth it or not has nothing to do with Qingyun, because now he is opening his mouth wide and staring at the huge city he has never seen in his life, Qianzhong City.

Although this is only one of the most remote cities in Qingxu Heaven, and it is also one of the few places with poor mountains and bad waters, Qingyun has always been thinking in his heart, how did people build these seven or eight battle high city towers?

Looking at Qingyun's surprised expression when he entered the city with a dirt bun, Lao Chen still couldn't hold back, laughed out loud, and teased:

"I said Qingyun, this small Qianzhong City has surprised you so much, if you see other big cities in Liangzhou, then you can't cry in fear?"

Being so squeezed by Lao Chen, Qingyun's little face flushed for a while, and he said with some embarrassment:

"Uncle Chen smiled, Qingyun has never been far away since he was a child, and he was a little surprised to see such a big city wall for the first time!"

"Let's go, let's go into the city, later Uncle Chen will take you to the official mansion to register the information, and then exchange it for identity credentials, and then just say that you are a distant relative of Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen still has some friends in this Qianzhong City, and he also knows the city lord, they will not embarrass you." ”

Lao Chen patted Qingyun's shoulder and signaled him to relax, which made Qingyun feel grateful to Uncle Chen in his heart.

Imagine that a homeless person who has just experienced a catastrophe suddenly meets a kind person who is willing to help him, and the warm feeling in his heart will definitely be infinitely magnified.

Along the way, Qingyun also got to know Uncle Chen thoroughly.

Lao Chen's full name is Chen Defu, and his ancestors were selling medicine in Qianzhong City, and in his generation, although the family business cannot be said to be rich in Qianzhong City, it is also a local hero, and it is not like Lao Chen's previous modest accumulation of some accumulation.

And he and the current city lord have been friends since childhood, and no one dares to mess with him in the city.

Fortunately, Chen Defu is modest and kind, often does some good deeds in the city, and he is a pharmacist, scattering more medicinal materials to treat the poor and healing, so his prestige among the people is very high.

When entering the city, the officers and soldiers saw that it was Chen Defu and his party who entered the city, and hurriedly came over to greet him one by one, and did not interrogate Qingyun around Lao Chen, as well as other family members and trucks, which made him think highly of Lao Chen.

When Qingyun saw the bluestone houses in Qianzhong City, as well as the two- or three-story restaurants and dazzling shops, his mouth that could put down a big duck egg was never closed, which made Lao Chen laugh all the way.

He hadn't encountered such a dirty bun for decades, and he really wondered if Qingyun was a wild man who came out of the deep mountains and old forests, as if he hadn't seen anything.

However, Qingyun is very knowledgeable, although he likes the groceries in the store and the restaurant, even the groceries sold in the stalls, he just looks at them curiously, and does not show any intention of wanting to buy them.

First, because he really has no money, and secondly, he doesn't want Lao Chen to spend money, because Lao Chen treats him well, and he feels that he can't let Lao Chen pay for himself anymore, which also makes Lao Chen very satisfied with Qingyun's performance.

It wasn't until here that Lao Chen completely put his mind at ease and planned to let Qingyun be an apprentice in the medicinal herb shop, handing over half of his life's experience and knowledge to him.

It's just that when Lao Chen, who was smiling all the way, waited at the door of his house, his face suddenly darkened, as if it was that May day, as if it had changed.

However, the careful Qingyun looked at the other servants next to him, and felt that they were all normal, although he was a little curious, he didn't ask too much, and cautiously followed Lao Chen into Chen's mansion.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, a group of people heard the sound of all kinds of things crackling inside, including crisp porcelain, precious gold and silver jewelry, and all kinds of things that I don't know what they were flying out of the house.

"Oh, what a sin!"

This is the first time Qingyun has seen Lao Chen's beauty wrinkled into eight characters.

Chen Defu is actually not very old, only in his fifties, and even because of proper maintenance, he looks like he is about forty years old at most.

But since he entered his yard, Lao Chen's eyebrows have never loosened, and they have been knotted all the time, and the wrinkles on his face are one step at a time, and when he arrives in the living room, he seems to have entered his old age.