Sycamore City.

The vast land of Zhongzhou is vast and boundless. The Central Plains region is the most abundant in products and densely populated. And the barren land in the southeast and northwest is dangerous and dangerous, and most of the demon sects are hidden here. It is even rumored that there are ghosts and ghosts hidden in the mountains and forests, which are breathtaking, and the hair drinks blood, but the world does not see it.

And Wutong City, which is located in the center of the Central Plains, is the leader of today's righteous path, which is naturally magnificent and immense. The Baizhang city wall is suspected to be a dragon lying on the land, becoming the work of the nine blades of the mountain, and despising the world. The walls of Hesse surrounded the city of Wutong as impregnable, and it can really be said that it cannot be opened by manpower, and it cannot be destroyed by non-divine power!

I don't know how many years the city wall has existed, and the city wall is full of scars and mottled spots, telling the vicissitudes of life, and slaughtering! Feige Liudan, next to the landless. Guidian Lan Palace, so not magnificent. The streets are also full of traffic, bustling, and lively, worthy of being the first city in the world, and the land of the righteous giant.

And the most eye-catching thing in the city is the plane trees all over the city, every late autumn, one after another, golden all over, become a wonder.

In a delicate courtyard in the center of the city, a vicissitudes of life is back, bending down in front of the stone table, holding his waist with one hand, waving a piece of paper like a cloud like smoke, and a line of small characters is very vibrant.

I don't see the old people, I only see the sycamore. Every time I think about this, I want to wet my shirt with tears......

Looking at the words on the stone table, the vicissitudes of life were speechless for a while.

"Master, it will be a few days before the frost falls. An extremely beautiful woman walked up to the man and said respectfully.

The man had several longitudinal lines between his eyebrows, his eyes were gloomy, his nose was thick and his lips were thick, and two strands of white hair on his forehead hung down to his cheeks, and his face was full of haggardness. It's none other than the first person on the righteous path, the lord of Wutong City-Yun Guhong.

Yun Guhong, who was still alone just now, was slightly stunned when he heard the voice, and muttered: "Yes, year after year, over and ......over again."

The woman who looked shocked seemed to be reminding Yun Guhong, and said tentatively: "Master, before and after the frost, the sycamores in this city should also fall leaves. ”

Yun Guhong finally understood the woman's intention, and suddenly said: "If you don't say that you are a teacher, you have forgotten, this annual autumn viewing event is close at hand, then I will leave this matter to you." ”

"Yes. The woman's voice was clear, and she turned to retreat.

The woman hadn't gone far, but Yun Guhong waved her hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wait, in recent years, we have also added a lot of famous immortal families here, you can invite them together, it's good to be lively." With that, he turned around and looked at the sycamore in the yard.

The woman said, "The disciple knows." He disappeared at the end of the courtyard.

Wutong City is the most lively and prosperous. Wuxin Courtyard is the most desolate and deserted.

Yun Guhong stood quietly in the courtyard, holding a piece of rice paper rolled into a cylinder, motionless.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and a green and yellow sycamore leaf fell on Yun Guhong's shoulder.

A leaf of the sycamore falls, and the world knows autumn.

It's time to get lively, too.

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Northern Wilderness, Wuqi Mountain, Blood Moon Sect.

Jiang Ming had been away from the Blood Moon Sect for a while. Zhu Qing still didn't tell the sect master that Jiang Ming had left.

At this moment, Zhu Qing was sitting in the room of Houshan Jiangming with a sad face, and muttered: "Alas, how can the relationship between the father and son be eased? ”

The more Zhu Qing thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and he thought of 10,000 ways in his mind, and finally shook his head, and said quite angrily: "Hmph, leave without saying a word, how do you let Aunt Qing explain to your father?"

After that, Zhu Qing stood up and kicked the table violently, and said angrily: "I can't hide it after all, just tell the sect master directly." ”

Blood Moon Sect Sect Leader Jiang Pingsheng stayed in the underground palace almost every day, and rarely showed up outside. Zhu Qing, who was hesitant, finally made up his mind to tell him about Jiang Ming's departure from Wuqi Mountain. How long can you hide it? After making a decision, Zhu Qing strode towards the direction of the underground palace.

Zhu Qing walked into the stone passage leading to the underground palace, and the darkness came to his face, and he was a little uncomfortable for a while. Zhu Qing pulled out the hairpin on his head, and in his mind, the hairpin was actually glowing with a little blue light, exuding a biting chill. With the faint light, Zhu Qing slowly walked towards the depths of darkness.

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Qing walked out of the corridor, and his figure flashed to the square in front of the underground palace. Stepping on the white jade steps, he was about to push the door in, but he heard a faint quarrel inside.

Zhu Qing didn't know what to do for a while, his heart moved, the hairpin in his hand slowly faded away, slowly inserted the hairpin back on his head, tidied up his appearance, and knocked lightly on the stone door.

There was a dead silence. The quarrel inside the door also fell silent.

Just when Zhu Qing didn't know whether to retreat or advance, a deep voice suddenly came out of it: "Come in." ”

"Squeak-" The sound of pushing open the stone door seemed so long in the dim and silent dungeon.

Zhu Qing stepped into the gate and saw the Blood Moon Sect Master sitting on the stone chair casually, playing with the white jade wrench on his thumb, distributing a shawl, and his face was natural.

"Zhu Qing, is there something wrong?" the Blood Moon Sect Master asked lightly.

Zhu Qing bent down and arched his hand: "Young Sect Master, he ...... He's gone. ”

Zhu Qing only felt that after saying it, the whole person suddenly felt much more relaxed.

The Blood Moon Sect Master, who was sitting on the stone chair, stopped playing with his wrench, frowned, and was about to speak. But it was Zhu Qing who took the lead.

"He's been gone for some time. ”

The Blood Moon Sect Master was obviously a little angry, but he still suppressed it well, and only said with a slight displeasure: "Didn't I let you watch him closely?"

Zhu Qing was also indignant when he heard this, and responded: "He wants to leave, can't I still tie him up?"

Seeing that Zhu Qing reacted quite a lot, the Blood Moon Sect Master took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and said slowly: "You know Ming'er's temperament, and I am busy with religious affairs, so I don't have time to control it. Only you are the closest to him, so you usually have to ...... more"

Zhu Qing has known the sect master for many years, and has a deeper relationship, so he is naturally not afraid. Hearing this, he only felt that there was a fire in his chest that could not be suppressed, and before the Blood Moon Sect Master finished speaking, he said sharply: "Religious affairs, you know religious affairs, you are his father, and your son is about to disown you as a father!"

After speaking, Zhu Qing snorted coldly, turned around and was about to leave. The moment he turned around, he glanced at the hall slightly, but he didn't find anything abnormal. Only the Blood Moon Sect Master was left silent.

Zhu Qing quickly returned the same way and returned to the ground, only feeling depressed in his heart, he didn't expect that someone would be more concerned about things than about his own son. Thinking about it, he picked up the hairpin on his head, stroked it gently with his hand, and said indignantly: "Xiao Chu, you were really blind at the beginning......

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Eight hundred miles east of the west coast, there are mountains. Above the Qi Peak, Lingyun Sword Pavilion.

Many white-clothed monks dance their swords in the wind, which is quite spectacular.

On the square, Yu An, the first disciple of the Lingyun Sword Pavilion, walked briskly towards an attic. Lin Yi in the back followed closely.

"Oh, senior brother, slow down, wait for me!" Lin Yi waved his arm at Yu An, who was walking in front of him.

Yu An ignored it and walked forward on his own.

Seeing that Yu An ignored him, Lin Yi rushed forward, hugged Lord Yu An's legs, and begged: "Senior brother, you can take me with you to see the master! ”

Seeing Lin Yi's scoundrel appearance, Yu An also said helplessly: "Didn't I tell you that night? ”

Seeing that the attic was close at hand, Lin Yi held Yu An's leg a little harder, and said with a look of grievance: "Senior brother, let me see the master with you, otherwise I will be uneasy!" After speaking, he looked at Yu An with a blank look.

Yu An raised his feet and wanted to continue walking, but he was hugged by Lin Yi, unable to move forward for half a minute, lowered his head and looked at the poor Lin Yi, and said helplessly: "You...... Such a scoundrel act, there is really nothing I can do about you. Wait for me to go in, don't talk too much!"

Lin Yi saw that Yu An had compromised, and his face changed instantly. He looked pitiful just now, but he was smiling all of a sudden. His hands hurriedly let go of Yu An's legs, stood up and said with a smile while beating Yu An's shoulder: "I knew that the senior brother would agree, and the senior brother is the best." ”

Seeing this, Yu An turned his head and glared at Lin Yi fiercely.

Lin Yi hurriedly put down his hands, like a child who had done something wrong, his mouth was broken, and he didn't smile anymore.

The two continued to walk forward, only to hear Yu An scolding: "It's not serious." ”

"Yes, yes, what the senior brother taught. Lin Yi responded.