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Mao Zhenhuang, who had red eyes, pushed open the window of the morning light, let the not very warm winter sun shine through his cabin, and then put the crown he had wiped all night back on his back, turned around and grabbed a jar of wine and went out of the room.

Wake up early!

The surrounding attics have not yet woken up from the silence of last night.

Following the bluestone road, Mao Zhenhuang walked towards the immortal field below.

He didn't sleep all night, lying on the soft jade collapse and tossing and turning for half a night, and finally he had no choice but to take out his crown short horizontal knife and wipe it all night.

There is no smell of Zhai Laoliu's stinky feet, nor the howling of gale in the northwest of Liang Kingdom, nor the sense of urgency of swords and guns from time to time.

Serenity!

It made him feel very uncomfortable, he knew that from the moment he stepped back to the Guanlou Sect, everything in the northwest of Daliang had gone away with the horseshoe Nanche, and he might not have the opportunity to set foot in that rotten land that had been there for twelve years in the rest of his life.

And the life in front of him is exactly what he has been dreaming about for the past twelve years, but after his dream came true, he found that he was very uncomfortable with his current life, and he didn't know when it began to appear in him.

"It's estimated that this life is a cheap life, alas!"

Mao Zhenhuang, who walked in the fairy field, sighed when he looked at the endless fairy mushroom rice.

The yield of this thing in front of him is not very high, and under the premise of being nourished by a good spiritual energy spring, the yield per mu is only the amount of one stone (about one hundred and thirty or forty catties), and if you support a monk in the Heavenly Mandate Period, you need at least three acres of land.

However, it is better to have a good seed, as long as the land is a little moistened by aura, it can grow well.

The mushroom rice grows well, and of course, the weeds grow well!

From the quiet Shao Hao Peak in the early morning, it can be known that the outer disciples of the Wang family do not seem to be very diligent, and the more than 30 acres of immortal mushroom fields in front of them are full of weeds, and they even grow better than immortal mushroom rice.

After squatting on the edge of the ridge and watching for a while, Mao Zhenhuang got up and walked towards the mountain, picked a temperature that was not bad among the endless hot springs, and retreated from the green robe of the Guanlou Sect and plunged directly into it.

He wants to take the most "clean" bath of his life!

It would be best to even wash away his memories of the past twelve years in the northwest of Daliang.

But he just deceived himself and thought about it, he knew that it was not hot water that could wash away his memory, but time!

Refreshed, very comfortable, Mao Zhenhuang, who stepped out of the hot spring, roared with all his strength towards the white peak of Shaoyao Peak, roaring until there was no trace of turbidity.

Enjoyable!

He knew that he had to say goodbye to everything before, and the task now was to integrate himself into the Guanlou Sect.

Because the current Guanlou Sect is very different from the twelve years.

Twelve years ago, the head of the Guanlou Sect was called Xiangguang, and now it is called Xianghanqu.

Xiang Guang is one of Xiang Hanqu's own uncles.

But this person has been buried in the ground, and Mao Zhenhuang thinks that his twelve-year memory of the northwest of the Great Liang should also be buried with him.

The past is the past, and the person in charge has died and he has returned to the Guanlou, so there is no need to direct hatred to others.

Glancing at the half jar of wine left in his hand, Mao Zhenhuang felt that he shouldn't be drinking, and he couldn't fool the ghost when he saw the bottom.

There are eight peaks in Guanlou Yunsu Mountain, two of which are different, one is the Shaoyao Peak of the Wang family, and the other is the Beitai Peak!

As the name suggests, Beitai Peak is the northernmost side of Yunsu Mountain, and it is also the most dangerous and highest of the eight peaks.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, this peak gives people the feeling that the cliff is sharpened, the steep cliff is inclined to slope, the grandeur is Cui Wei, the jagged and rugged, the snow drifting in the wind on the top of the mountain gives people a feeling that the birds do not cross, and the ape is difficult to climb.

Because of its harsh environment all year round, this peak is the only peak among the eight peaks of Yunsu Mountain that is not inhabited by living people, but this peak is the most sacred one in the eyes of everyone in the Guanlou Sect.

Without him, the living can live, but the dead can live!

Guanlou Sect believes that because of the majesty of this peak, there are the remaining seven peaks of Mianxiu, which is the guardian mountain of Guanlou Sect!

Similarly, the monks who died in the Guanlou Sect in the past dynasties will be buried here, the purpose is to let the heroic spirits of the Guanlou Sect like this majestic mountain, forever protect the Guanlou Sect for thousands of generations.

It's hard to climb!

It is completely different from the goose-feathered snowy hiking path in the fantasy world, the fierce north wind mixed with ice and snow blows on people's faces is not much worse than the knife, and the only path has been covered with snow, if you are not careful, you may fall into the abyss with a side slip between the steeps, and you must be photographed to pieces.

Started to climb in the morning, Mao Zhenhuang braved the howling cold wind until the afternoon to climb halfway up the mountain, this journey took more than three hours.

A slow platform is half an empty mountain slow platform, and this is the destination of Mao Zhenhuang.

Everywhere you look, there are all raised hills covered by snow, and each hill bag has a stele in front of it, and there are several tombstones made of Xuanyang crystal.

This is a sign of becoming a god in life!

If the current sect master turns into an immortal, he can also get a piece of such a tall thing here.

Mao Zhenhuang was not interested in the few Xuanyang Jingguang tombstones at all, and he didn't stop at the entrance when he went to this cemetery, and stepped inside.

And the person he wants to see is not qualified to be buried in a conspicuous place in this cemetery.

After walking inside for a quarter of an hour, Mao Zhenhuang stopped, and then glanced at the tombstones around him and felt a sense of confusion.

After spending twelve years of his life in the northwest of Daliang, everything in the Guanlou Sect faded in his mind, and even some things had long been forgotten, but only here he never forgotten, and even how many steps it took to climb up this way he remembered very clearly.

Go three hundred and twenty steps at the entrance, then turn left and walk four hundred and fifteen steps, and the eighth tomb on your left hand is his destination.

I walked here according to the route in my memory, but the tombstone in front of me was not the one I remembered at all.

Mao Zhenhuang, who was confused for a long time, instantly burst out of his body with murderous intent, his chubby face was even more tyrannical and distorted, and the boundless murderous aura blew the snow on the unknown tomb in front of him.

However, after a while, Mao Zhenhuang dispersed the murderous aura like a deflated ball.

Standing in the flying snow and taking a deep look at the tombstones in front of him, Mao Zhenhuang reluctantly began to sweep the tombstones one after another.

He knew that he should have been "moved".

looked at all the tombstones on the mountainside, and it was not until he saw that at dusk, Mao Zhenhuang found the tomb he was looking for in a corner.

The bluestone stele is engraved with the three big characters of "Mao Zhongjun".

He Mao Zhenhuang, I don't know how many years I have crossed my feet!

"I've moved to a new house, and I won't tell me, I'll be easy to find." ”

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the only three big characters on the tombstone, and then sat in front of the tombstone.

After the laughter, there is silence!

Mao Zhenhuang had a stomach full of words to say to the person lying in the soil in front of him when he was climbing the mountain, but before he really arrived at the grave, he found that there was nothing he wanted to say.

Only "you" took a sip of my wine, and then there was the sound of the gale wind howling and the winter snow.

Until half of the wine was spilled in front of the grave, and the jar was drunk dry, Mao Zhenhuang, who felt that he was not happy, had to take out the wine gourd, and the two continued to drink in the air.

poured a belly of horse urine, until I couldn't drink the fragrance of "big ginseng" in the wine gourd.

"When did you come?"

Mao Zhenhuang took a gourd and gave him a sip of Lao Tzu, who didn't turn around, and said silently behind him.

"It seems like it's been a while!"

Wang Daoning!

"One will be more?"

"When the jar is dry. ”

"That was for a while. ”

Mao Zhenhuang looked back at him, and he was almost a snowman.

"That's not as long as your time, it took twelve years to come back to see you. ”

Wang Daoning shrugged his shoulders, and the snow was even more shaken and scattered all over the ground.

After listening to Wang Daoning's words, Mao Zhenhuang poured a sip of wine into his mouth and sighed: "I don't remember what he looks like, do you believe it?"

After five years in the northwest of Daliang, I have forgotten what my old son looks like, but when I came back and saw his old face, I didn't know how to give birth to that childhood fear in an instant. ”

"But it's always good, isn't it?"

"My old man scolded me for being born in happiness and not knowing happiness, which is probably what you mean by this. ”

Mao Zhenhuang smiled after hearing this: "How did you find me?"

"A person who is indifferent to the Guanlou Sect will never forget their ancestral tomb, that's it!"

"I suddenly found out that you are smart!"

"Haha~~ I'm stupid, I should have a longer brain after so many years, and didn't you find the grave when you came?"

After listening to Mao Zhenhuang's words, Wang Daoning felt very happy, and it was not easy to listen to him praise a person.

"Find the sunset from the sun. ”

"My old man did it, you walked for more than ten years, your old man's grave was dug six times, the old guy really couldn't look at it and moved the nest, although the feng shui here is not as good as the previous location, but it is better to be clean. ”

"Thank him for me, and tell him that I Mao Zhenhuang can meet his request within my ability. ”

After Mao Zhenhuang finished speaking, he felt that his words were a little big, and added to Wang Daoning: "Let's add a 'lifetime' later!"

How can a Jin Dan seek a destiny, after thinking about it, Mao Zhenhuang found that he had nothing now, and what he promised seemed to be the future.