Chu Chou guarded the tomb for Wen Jiu for three days, during which Zhao Zhishui came several times, and after staying for a while, Chu Chou asked her to go back first, and each time Chu Chou did not go back until very late.

Zhao Zhishui has already learned to cook, but she didn't have much opportunity to do it before, but she has been cooking for the past few days, and every time Chu Chou comes back, she can eat hot rice.

On the fourth day, Chu Chou took Zhao Zhishui to see Wen Jiu for the last time.

"Miss Amei, let Boy Wen take good care of you, if it's not good for you, you can give me a dream and let me scold him well!" Chu Chou said with a smile at Miss Amei's mausoleum.

Then Chu Chou exhaled, waved his hand at Wen Jiu's mausoleum and said, "Wen boy, let's go!"

Then Chu Chou turned his head and walked into the distance with Zhao Zhishui, Chu Chou turned his back to the two tombs and waved his hand until the figure disappeared into the distant sky.

When he walked into the distance, Chu Chou turned his head again and looked at the Qin Mountain faintly exposed in the dim sky in the early morning, his eyes were deep.

"After a thousand sails and thousands of waters, I still return as before. Chu Chou was expressionless, not knowing whether he was happy, angry or sad in his heart.

Northern part of the Eastern Regions.

At this time, almost all of them were the elite armor of the Eastern Antarctic Empire, with more than 300 dynasties in the north, although there was still a lot of resistance in many places, but the general trend in the north was already in the hands of the Eastern Antarctic Empire.

In the Eastern Pole Empire, the people are still living and working in peace and contentment, except for that time when the Western Chu Dynasty relied on the raid of elite iron cavalry to enter the empire for 800 miles, and no cavalry of other dynasties can get close to the 100 miles of land outside the empire.

At the foot of Taihua Mountain in the middle of the Eastern Antarctic Empire, near the imperial capital of Chang'an City, there is a small town, and there is a poor family living in the town, and there are only two people in this family, one is an elderly and sick father, and the other is a young woman in the prime of her life.

When the woman was just born, her mother died of an incurable terminal illness, and her four brothers and two sisters also died one after another. Although she was sad, she didn't refute it, because she knew that once she refuted, the neighbors in the township would only say more about her behind her back. She was not afraid of other people's gossip, but she was afraid of involving her father.

She made a living by going to some mountains next to Taihua Mountain to collect and sell medicines, and although her life was hard, it was also fulfilling. Occasionally, she can pick a precious ancient medicine, which is worth her hard work for a month, so that she can buy some slightly more expensive medicine for her father. The days are like this, and they spend spring, summer, autumn and winter like water.

Some time ago, when she was going up the mountain to collect medicine, she met a young Taoist priest who claimed to be from an unknown hill on the outskirts of the ancient city of Weihua, and the Taoist priest found a good herb and was ready to pick it, but when he saw that she was also collecting medicine, he took the initiative to give it to her. Although she was poor, she was not short of breath, and she knew this truth since she was a child, when her father was not sick when she was a child, for a period of time, she listened to her master's teaching in a private school to solve her doubts, so she was half a scholar.

The young Taoist priest didn't deliberately force it, but just smiled and said that he would walk with the girl for a while, and if there was any accident, he could also protect the girl.

Although the mountain is close to the Taihua Mountain where the Taoist Palace is located, there are no big demons, but there are still some poisonous snakes and beasts, after all, Taoism pursues Taoism and nature, returns to the basics, and does not deliberately strangle those creatures that are harmful to ordinary people under the mountain.

"My name is Cuixi, you can call me Miss Cui. She laughs. It can be regarded as a response to the kindness of this young Taoist priest.

"Hello Miss Cui, my name is Murong Yuanhe. The young Taoist priest said earnestly.

That was the first time they met.

Some time later, when she was selling medicine in the small town where her family was located, she met the young Taoist priest again.

The young Taoist priest was dressed in a clean Taoist robe and carried a basket made of bamboo, which contained some herbs, and it seemed that he also sold medicine.

Murong Yuanhe saw the woman he met a few days ago from a distance, obviously a little surprised, and then walked over with a smile.

"What a coincidence, girl. Murong Yuanhe said with a smile.

Cuixi nodded, and said without changing his face: "Yes, Dao Chief, are you also here to sell medicine?"

"No, I'm just passing through. Murong Yuanhe shook his head.

"Miss Cui, the texture of your herbs is very good, you shouldn't worry about selling them......" Murong Yuanhe glanced at the herbs that were spread on the ground at the foot of Cuixi, a little puzzled.

Cuixi smiled bitterly and said, "I'm used to it." ”

Although Murong Yuanhe cultivates on the mountain every day, this is the first time he has come down the mountain, but since his master Murong Zhongyan accepted him as a personal disciple, he has been telling him some mundane things under the mountain, he has remembered a lot, and at this time, looking at the expression of the girl in front of him, he guessed that there must be a story about this girl.

But he has always been puzzled by "mundane things", and this time he went down the mountain to figure out what "mundane things under the mountain" are.

He had been a miscellaneous disciple of the North Dao Palace on Taihua Mountain before, and a few years ago there was a Taoist priest who looked like a young man, and he was the first to see it, because the Taoist priest walked up the mountain step by step, at that time he was sweeping the floor at the gate of the Dao Palace, and saw that the person was wearing the kind of Taoist clothes with a very high rank in the Dao Palace, so he remembered it vividly.

The first time that man saw him, he wanted to accept him as an apprentice, but he didn't know why, and it wasn't until that person became the palace master of the North Dao Palace that he suddenly woke up. It turned out that this person was the personal disciple of the old palace master.

That man's name was Murong Zhongyan, and after accepting him as an apprentice, he changed his name to Murong Yuanhe. He had never had an official name before, because his parents died when he was born, and he was picked up by a disciple of the inner sect of the Dao Palace who traveled down the mountain at that time.

"Cuixi! Cuixi!" A young man in coarse linen clothes ran in the distance, he looked anxious and said a little out of breath: "You...... Your father...... Your father is dying!"

"What?!" Cui Xi opened her mouth wide, covered her mouth with her hand, and ran back quickly.

The young man said anxiously to Murong Yuanhe, "This Dao Chief, please help take care of Cuixi's stall, and I'll follow her!

Murong Yuanhe nodded, and then stood in front of the stall and took care of it.

He looked thoughtfully at the back of the woman who had left in a hurry. He didn't have the experience of losing a loved one, so he didn't know what it was, but he saw the desperate, helpless, frightened and frightened look in the woman's eyes when she left, and he understood a little.

This time he traveled down the mountain, in fact, there was another purpose, that is, to stay away from Taihua Mountain, because he was now a personal disciple of the Dao Palace Master, that is, Daozi, but he only had the cultivation of the first-grade realm.

This has never happened in the Dao Palace since it was founded 10,000 years ago.

Even if it was Murong Zhongyan who was trapped by love, he was still in the seven-rank realm when he was 100 years old before. But Murong Zhongyan stood out from the crowd when he was young, as bright as the stars. After hundreds of generations of Dao Palace inheritance, no matter which generation of Daozi, they are all amazing and brilliant existences, only this generation of him, Murong Yuanhe, is not as good as the descendants of those third-rate sects in the Eastern Regions. This made him ashamed of himself, even if the master, the ancestor, and those brothers never talked about him or complained about him, but he was still ashamed and embarrassed, and he didn't want to stay in the Beidao Palace anymore, so he had to travel down the mountain.

He didn't know why Master had taken him as an apprentice. He thought so, although his cultivation was not high, but he had been on the mountain for more than 20 years, since he was literate, he began to read Taoist classics, read scriptures for 20 years, and every time he cleaned the ground at the entrance of the Taoist palace, he began to study Taoist classics. It may be this that made his master look down on him and accept him as an apprentice.

After he became a Taoist, although he was ashamed that his strength was not high, he did not have too much inferiority, let alone the conceit of a villain.

At this time, he looked at the spotless sky and said softly: "There is no greater misfortune than discontentment, and there is no greater blame than desire." Therefore, contentment is always sufficient. ”