These seven hundred years of cultivation did not allow her to break through to the Jindan stage, she knew that she had no chance, but at the last moment of her life, she really wanted to go back to this Qingyang Immortal Palace to see.

Even if it's just to look at, she knows that this has become a luxury, more than seven hundred years of life, only the first sixty years of life in Qingyang Immortal Palace are full of joy, the rest of the time is Gangfeng with her, in this Gangfeng seven hundred years, seven hundred years of lonely life, seven hundred years of struggle, just today got a result, although the result did not satisfy herself, but it made her heart cold and calm.

Looking at this Qingyang Immortal Palace full of memories and happiness, two lines of tears flowed on the woman's face, tears remained, turned around, and walked towards the Qingyang Palace in the mortal world, where can it be regarded as the last destination in her life, even if she can't go back to the Qingyang Immortal Palace, let this life disappear in the closest place to the Qingyang Immortal Palace.

Tianmiao Yuanjun always feels that his encounter with Li Ming is the arrangement of fate, whenever he thinks of Li Ming, Tianmiao Yuanjun is always full of gratitude to God in his heart, Tianmiao Yuanjun does not believe in fate, but has to thank fate, it is fate that makes Tianmiao Yuanjun meet Li Ming, if there is no Li Ming, maybe Tianmiao Yuanjun can only go lonely in his lonely old age, she is grateful for fate, grateful for fate, maybe this formal gratitude let her meet Li Ming, let her experience the family affection that has been almost forgotten.

Tianmiao Yuanjun left the Qingyang horns where the wind was raging, she was not in a hurry, although her fate had never ended, but there was already a result. She didn't have many years to live, and looking back on her more than 700 years of life, she found that there was nothing in this world that was worthy of her nostalgia, except for the one she once loved deeply.

Chong Dan's failure made her let go of a lot, her desire for revenge, her yearning for affection, and her pursuit of recognition. It's so funny, he's already put it down. Her calm heart made her want to see this mountain, this tree, this flower, this grass, she wanted to remember everything in this Qingyang Palace, and in the last period of her life, she deeply recorded these records in her soul, when she really used her heart to remember and understand. will find a lot of things that she has never discovered when she is busy.

Life is so wonderful, looking at the couple who are supporting the mountain all the way up the mountain road, Tianmiao Yuanjun actually found that the mortals who have never paid attention to her eyes also have their own joy of life.

Tianmiao Yuanjun found that he had a trace of jealousy for this couple in his heart, although he knew that this jealousy was not aimed at this couple, but only jealousy of their life, but this was indeed the first time that Tianmiao Yuanjun was jealous of mortals.

Standing in front of the tall Qingyang Palace, looking at the majestic Qingyang Palace, I don't know how many years, starting from my memory, maybe a thousand years, maybe thousands of years, this tall Qingyang Palace, has never changed for anyone.

What has changed is only outside the palace gate, the sword-wielding disciples on both sides of the archway, Tianmiao Zhenjun looked at the majestic Qingyang Palace, as if he saw the Qingyang Immortal Palace, and his eyes were complicated and inexplicable. Her inexplicable feelings affected the aura around her, and the pilgrims who came and went hurriedly followed her gaze at the majestic Qingyang Palace. They just looked at Qingyang Palace blankly, and there was an inexplicable sadness in their hearts, which was unreasonable, but it came from the depths of their hearts.

As the first sword-wielding disciple of Sun Yuanlong, his cultivation has reached the late stage of cultivating Yuan with qi, and he can feel a certain aura, when Tianmiao Yuanjun came over, he felt that Tianmiao Yuanjun's temperament was different from these people, and everyone who passed by Sun Yuanlong's side, Sun Yuanlong could feel the existence of that person. There was only Tianmiao Yuanjun, who walked past Sun Yuanlong, Sun Yuanlong could obviously see Tianmiao Yuanjun, but he couldn't feel her position.

Everyone's feelings were driven by Tianmiao Yuanjun and entered a world of inexplicable sadness, only Sun Yuanlong could still stay awake for a short time, Sun Yuanlong was busy suppressing his sadness, mobilizing his breath, like Tianmiao Yuanjun making a bow, and asked, I don't know where your friend came from.

Sun Yuanlong's reminder made Tianmiao Yuanjun recover from his emotional world, nodded to Sun Yuanlong, but didn't say anything, and his figure had already left here in a flash.

Seeing Tianmiao Zhenjun leave here, Sun Yuanlong felt the pressure relaxed, looking at these people who replied and didn't know what was going on, Sun Yuanlong shook his head and sighed that ignorance is a blessing.

Fortunately, this person doesn't seem to have any malicious intent, he is wearing the clothes of my Qingyang Immortal Palace, and I don't know which Taoist friend has not returned to the mountain for many years, and sighed at the mountain gate, although Tianmiao Yuanjun didn't say anything, Sun Yuanlong was not ready to report anything to the mountain gate.

Everyone is lonely, everyone has their own strange temper, and many people have lived in their own cultivation world for many years, causing many cultivators to be very withdrawn, they have lived in their own world for too long, and they no longer know how to communicate with people. Such people are called ascetics, and although there are not many things like the one just now, there are several things every year.

Tianmiao Yuanjun in the sky, he is very satisfied with the sword-wielding disciples of this generation, and he can persist under his own cultivation, remembering that the previous generations did not have such strength, it seems that this father chose the right choice of senior brother to be the head of Qingyang Immortal Palace, thinking of senior brother, Tianmiao Yuanjun looked at the sky, and asked silently in his heart, Senior brother, what are you doing at this moment.

Open the dusty memory, look at the rows of houses in the Qingyang Palace, think about the time of youth, there is a feeling of being a teenager in a trance, think about the youth, sneak down from the upper courtyard and the head of the senior brother, and ask for a courtyard in the outer courtyard, at that time, I had the company of the senior brother, the love of the father as the head, so happy every day, now think about the picture at that time, I will feel a while in my heart, but what I left is a deep reluctance.

Who can know that there was a lot of happiness at that time, it will be the destination of their own destiny, happy to meet this, lonely old and this, maybe they should accept such a fate, the cycle of life and death, good and evil are rewarded, but they understand too late and too late, what should be hurt is hurt, and what should be cherished is lost to understand. Do you regret it, do you regret it, in exchange for a long sigh, you can only comfort yourself in your heart and say that it is over.

That former courtyard, Tianmiao Yuanjun suddenly felt that her heart was close to homesickness, but she wanted to be close to a house that had carried her happiness, and she was afraid of disturbing this picture that remained in her heart.

Self-deprecating laughter, he is becoming more and more like a mortal, so sentimental, so emotional, how could he have considered these seven hundred years ago.

Tianmiao Yuanjun, who made up his mind, walked to the door of the small courtyard, looked at the small courtyard as if it was yesterday, Tianmiao Yuanjun touched the unchanged door frame with his hand, and walked into the small courtyard, the small courtyard is still the same as yesterday, but in this small courtyard, there is an injured person lying down.