The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

Li Qing stood on the edge of the river, feeling a little emotional.

The surging river flowed, and a wave rose, and a figure in green clothes came out of it.

"The national teacher really didn't die. A slightly immature voice came.

Li Qing smiled, "Little Qinglong, are you now the dragon king of this big river?"

Xiao Qinglong was dressed in green clothes, and his long hair was not braided into a fishbone braid, but was inserted with a purple hairpin, his expression was cold, and he stood with his hands in his hands.

Li Qing looked at this little girl, and could vaguely see the shadow of the Dragon King in Tsing Yi on her body.

Red dust is like grinding, and which of the beings in the world can always maintain their original intentions?

Li Qing thought that the little Qinglong who was humming a little song and was happy and free might never come back.

He felt some pity in his heart, but he didn't show it, because he knew that although the current little green dragon was cold and stubborn on the surface, he was fragile and sensitive on the inside.

She doesn't need pity, she doesn't need sympathy. Because she is a dragon, she once had a mother who made the world bow its head.

Although she can only call her mother the dragon king, but not her mother, the dragon king in Tsing Yi is still her pride.

"I am an extension of her life, and as long as I am there, she will never die. Xiao Qinglong opened his mouth and said, "National Teacher, isn't this what you told me?"

Li Qing was a little dumbfounded, the once free and happy little green dragon also had something she needed to carry.

He can't say that Xiao Qinglong has taken the wrong path, a creature will always lose something on the way to growth, but as long as the heart can be stable, there is no right or wrong.

Li Qing didn't speak, but suddenly gave a salute to Xiao Qinglong.

For on the way to the Enlightenment there is one more companion from this day forward.

......

A wave supported the little green dragon and slowly sank.

The incense of the Dragon King Temple is still flourishing, because everyone knows that there is a dragon king in Tsing Yi in this river.

This place of peace is my hometown. Xiao Qinglong has also gone out of his own way.

Li Qing thought that he had been away for too long, and now it was time to go back and take a look, the fallen leaves were still back to their roots, and the old man had been lying in that small dirt bag for too long, and he would be very lonely when he thought about it.

His body had already been cremated, and now it could be regarded as naked in the true sense of the word.

Communicating with Dinghaizhu, Li Qing in place slowly disappeared.

......

As the evolution of the Journey to the West world became more and more perfect, Li Qing had long been unable to predict the proportional change of time by fixing Haizhu, so his mood at this time was as worried as an ordinary wanderer.

Because even he doesn't know how many years have passed in the real world, and the power of time can be terrifying many times.

......

On a blue lake, Li Qing's primordial spirit manifested.

He looked at the clear water, surrounded by mountains, lush forests, flowers and plants, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Because this is the small village where Li Qing left.

It turns out that under the power of time, the sea can really turn mulberry fields.

His heart was overflowing with an inexplicable taste, some melancholy, some sour, and more lonely.

Is this the practice, the quest?

He couldn't find a trace of familiarity, the small earthen bag where the old man was lying, and the small temple of Huang Zhong were all gone.

Li Qing's heart became a little heavy, because the acquired incense fire Shinto is different from the innate Shinto, for these ghosts and gods, as long as the faith is still there, the incense is not lost, even if the sea turns into a mulberry field, they will not die.

And now, there is no breath of Huang Zhong here.

Did too much time pass and Huang Zhong lost his faith and incense, or did he suffer some calamity?

Li Qing fell, no matter what happened, no matter how long it had passed, as long as it was not deliberately erased, for a cultivator of his realm, as long as he was attentive, he would always be able to find some clues.

......

"Roar~"

A tiger roar came from the old forest in the high mountains, but it did not have the domineering spirit of the king of the forest, but with some mournful roars.

On a silent and uninhabited mountain road, someone rode a tiger.

Li Qing sat on the back of the tiger with a serious and calm expression.

He still hadn't found the small mountain bag where the old man was buried, but he was finally able to determine that Huang Zhong had indeed suffered a disaster.

Because there are still some traces of the aftermath of the fight.

For example, this majestic green mountain, such as the deep and secluded blue pool......

Even the tiger under him may have been succeeded by the legacy after that fight.

......

The white tiger that once roared in the mountains and forests was now as well-behaved as a kitten, and it could no longer remember how it had become sapient, but in its memory, it had not been such a terrifying human for a long time.

When it was a child, it remembered that the mountain was not as high as it is now, that the trees were not so dense, and that humans would only flee when they saw it.

But it did not dare to descend the mountain, because it knew that there was a god in the small village at the foot of the mountain.

It was a very powerful god, so powerful that it seemed like it was a mountain from afar, taller than the mountain on which it was located, majestic and majestic, deep and deep.

It thought there was no more powerful creature in the world than that god.

But he didn't expect that the god was still dead, dead at the hands of a human.

Since then, it has learned that small humans can be so terrifying.

It didn't know how the man had killed the god, because it was like a little ostrich that buried its head in the grass and saw nothing.

All it knew was that since then, the people at the foot of the mountain had gradually moved away, and it had never felt the breath of the god again.

It thought that the god must be dead.

But it has nothing to do with it, it is a little lucky.

Because it is precisely when it sees the strong that it yearns for it. It was precisely because of the desire of the heart that it suddenly became a spirit and became a monster in this mountain.

And with the passage of time, the aura in the mountain has gradually thickened, and it has become even more like a fish in water.

It thought that there were such terrible people outside, and it was better not to go out, just stay in this mountain forest, free and happy.

But it didn't expect that another person would come in this deep mountain and old forest where people were extinct.

And it did not feel a powerful aura in this person, but was as ordinary as grass and trees.

So, it pounced~

......

And now, the white tiger walked on the mountain road with some grievances, and it was a little slanderous, but it didn't dare to make a sound.

It thought, "If you are so powerful, why did you come to this old forest?" Since you have entered the mountains, according to the rules of the mountains, you only need to sprinkle a soak of urine, show your breath, and circle the territory, which one who does not know how to die will provoke you?

It doesn't know that there is a saying in the human world called pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

It's just a little aggrieved~