"Wu Nian, from childhood to adulthood, everything depends on you for your father!But this time you must listen to your father!Otherwise, I will be sorry for your deceased mother!" Mo Zhishan retracted his smile, and his wrinkled and old face was full of seriousness.

He knew very well that this change in Qingzhou was inevitable for both monks and mortals, but monks must be the first to bear the brunt, and mortals may still have a glimmer of life.

Mo Wunian had never seen him look like this in the fifteen years he had been with him in the past fifteen years.

"Under the nest, how can there be eggs?" Without thinking too much, he replied to him lightly.

This sentence seemed to wake up Mo Zhishan something, like waking up from a dream, or maybe he already understood, and his face was a little more bitter.

Since it is the catastrophe of Qingzhou, as long as you are in it, it is inevitable, this truth is just like he was an official in the court in the past, one day in the temple, all his life in the temple, there are changes in the court, you can't stay out of the matter.

It's the same in Qingzhou, it's just a matter of time. It's just such a simple truth, he thought of it for a while, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly, is he old?

"yes...... You immortals are trees, and when the tree falls, how can the nests built by the birds on it be intact? Mo Zhishan's expression became more and more gloomy, and he knew that Mo Wunian would not go with him.

He stopped talking, looked lost and got up and was about to walk outside the Taoist temple.

"Dad, I'll send you. Mo Wunian's tone was still as plain as water, but there was a little more sincerity in those eyes that had not changed for thousands of years.

Mo Zhishan felt that the whole world was quiet, even though it was drifting and raining outside, he couldn't hear any sound at all, only heard Mo Wunian's words echoing in the dilapidated Taoist temple.

He smiled with satisfaction, stretched out a hand and patted Mo Wunian's shoulder, and then continued to walk outside.

Outside the Taoist temple, Wu Zi and his group had already caught up and waited for him for a long time. He seemed to remember something and beckoned to Wu Zi.

Wu Zi took a few strong men to carry a few boxes from the carriage and put them in front of Mo Wunian, the boxes were not opened, but when he let go of his spiritual sense, he sensed that it was full of gold and silver.

"Originally, I wanted to find an immortal master to ask about your movements, but since I found you, my father is very happy!" Mo Zhishan's old face squeezed out a smile, pointed to the box and said: "You can keep these things, they are all saved by your father a few years after you left." Don't say you can't fit it, don't you immortals have a bag that can fit anything?".

He smiled kindly and innocently, but there was an irrefutable meaning in his eyes.

Mo Wunian listened, feeling a little hot in his chest, and he didn't need these things at all. Perhaps for mortals, this is a great fortune, but for monks, it is not enough to exchange for a dozen spirit stones.

He suddenly realized that his father in this life was quite "stupid", or that he had always been "stupid", but he had barely noticed it before.

He touched his chest, and it was clear that the cold raindrops were cold there, but he just felt hot until it became hotter and hotter.

"By the way, I bought a house and half an acre of land in Ming County, Yan Kingdom. When your mother was alive, she liked camellia very much, and I wanted to raise it. ”

"And ...... No matter what happens, I'm your father, and where I am is your home, remember to come back when you're tired. ”

Mo Zhishan's smile became more and more simple, and his words were also very childish.

Mo Wunian felt that the position of his chest was unusually hot, and his heart was unprecedentedly hot.

What Mo Zhishan could give him was far inferior to Jiang Wuya in his previous life, but at this moment, his weight in his heart was not much worse than Jiang Wuya.

A father's love is like a mountain...... After thousands of years of being a human being, it was only today that he really understood what the word meant.

It may not give you anything materially, but in other ways it can extend infinitely...... Boundless!

Mo Zhishan had turned around and walked towards the carriage, his body was a little rickety, every step was staggering, his gray beard was trembling by the rain, like a flutter in the rain.

"Dad, I'll send you. Mo Wunian said such a sentence again.

Airplanes!

A long roar was like a cracked silk, Jiucang had appeared in his hands, and the momentum on his body also changed suddenly, and the wet clothes were automatically hunting without wind.

The black clouds that had been accumulating in the sky for a long time seemed to sense the horror of the person below, and rolled madly upside down to both sides!

"Dad, let me ask, where is my home?" There was a bit of seriousness in his words.

His question also seems very naïve, but for him, it is not naïve at all, he wants to know the direction of home, or rather, he is the home of Mo Wunian in this life.

"Wu Nian, our home is in the west. Mo Zhishan smiled very happily, he didn't understand what Mo Wunian was going to do, and he felt happy when he mentioned "home".

Rumble!

It seems to be a lightning strike in the sky, and it may be a landslide and a mountain to destroy it......

A black sword qi rushed straight into the sky like a waterfall going upstream, and then went straight to the west, opening a road in the sky that was ten zhang wide and about many miles long.

Correspondingly, on the ground, there is such a sunny avenue, which can't even be born like the wind, rain or shine.

Wu Zi looked at this dreamlike scene with his mouth wide open, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. Some people even got so excited that their eyes were a little moist.

Mortals have been in a lifetime for decades, how many times can they see such a scene?

"Wu Zi, let's go...... That's Wu'er Wunian! It's an immortal ......" Mo Zhishan's expression was very calm, but there was pride in his words that could not be concealed.

Wu Zi and the others were even more shocked when they heard it than they had seen Mo Wunian slash out of the sword before, and when Mo Zhishan got into the carriage, they finally came back to their senses.

The carriage slowly walked on Yangguan Road, and Mo Wunian also quietly watched it leave, and he didn't accept those silver taels. Instead, he put them in a storage bag and secretly put them back on Mo Zhishan's body. By the way, he also put a few bottles of elixir to prolong life, and wrote and noted the effect and how to take it.

The carriage was moving farther and farther away, and Mo Wunian also knelt down in that direction and kowtowed three times.

He knew that there was no one in Yangguan in the west......

When he said goodbye to Mo Zhishan, I am afraid that he will never see each other again. As he said, he will eventually present those bad scenery to the world.

This road has always been a road of no return, and it has nothing to do with what he can, because since he chose the same path as his previous life from the beginning, he should be destined to be lonely.

But he also understands that the sword is home, as Mo Wunian's home is in Qingzhou, in Mo Zhishan......

But having a home means guarding something, he couldn't help but look at the dilapidated Taoist temple behind him, and thought that it was "Murong Xiu" inside.

But for some reason, he thought of Wu Mu again, the girl who made people feel cheerful when they first saw her, and her face was like a peach blossom.

Or maybe he's thinking too much......

But he also figured out one thing, he would be upset when he encountered trivial things, not because he was afraid, but because he felt that it would disturb his tranquility.

Looking at the rain that was still falling, he felt that his heart was not so bored, he walked up to Murong Xiu and said, "Do you want to listen to me say some polite words?"

"I don't want to. Murong Xiu didn't even look at him, and replied to him coldly.

Mo Wunian felt that if Wu Muzai could say a few words to him, she had always talked a lot.