The eastern border of the human realm, the boundary of the Shanshan Mountains.

Hanyun Prefecture.

In the misty clouds, there was a light white Xuanguang around Bailu's body, and he looked down slightly at this extremely familiar homeland, his eyes were full of amazement and memories.

It has been more than 70 years since he entered the Shangqing Holy Sect, and finally overwhelmed all the Qi Sea Realm Tianjiao in the Eight Mountains Great Competition, swept hundreds of thousands of disciples of the same level in the Eight Mountains, ranked first, and was crowned as the Son of the Holy Son, and worshiped under the Yuanjun Gate of the Yuan God Realm.

It's just that......

Are you still there?

He is extremely conceited, but the only thing he regrets in his life is that he inadvertently missed the girl at the beginning, and he didn't even have the slightest chance to make up for it.

Since she got married, Bailu has lost any news about her, he has waited for several years in the old house where countless priceless wood carvings have been carved by his own hands, and he has looked at the door of the house countless times, looking forward to the clear-eyed girl walking in with a wooden plate full of melons and fruits, looking at him and laughing softly: "Don't be too tired, just rest for a while." ”

There are no thrilling twists and turns, some are just plain companionship, but such a bland companionship is just a luxury that is difficult to climb to the sky for Bailu at this time.

Forcing himself to press down the endless thoughts in his heart, Bailu stepped on the magic weapon sword light and slowly fell to the ground, looking at the old house in front of him that had been buried by most of the wind, sand and dust, and couldn't help but feel like a world away.

This small village has long since reached the point of desertion, and all that catches the eye is the wild weeds and wild beasts that scurry by from time to time, and it is clear that no one has been here for a long time.

With a slight wave of his sleeves, Shangqing Xuanqi swept out, sweeping away the rocks and weeds on the old house, and his heart trembled slightly, and the past events that had long been hidden in the depths of his memory also came with it.

Walking into it slowly, stroking the dilapidated door frame, looking at the two halls inside, Bailu laughed in a low voice: "At that time, I relied on my wood carving skills to save thousands of family fortunes, but why was my brain so unenlightened, and I wanted to live in such a cold place?"

He stood still for a moment, but he did not enter, but turned around and wanted to leave.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye saw a wooden sign that had been half decayed from the corner of the courtyard, stepped forward and held it in his hand, Bailu looked at a few lines of vague small characters on it, and his heart throbbed fiercely for a moment.

It seems to be an ancient appearance, with a moonlight with thoughts, and in the lonely mist, it is like waiting for the king to return.