The rain didn't stop.

Guiyun pursed his lips, raised his hand stiffly, and released a wind escape talisman, and suddenly a spiritual light rolled up the two and flew away through the air.

The light was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already swept out of Jianchuan City, and after a few breaths, it flew into the realm of Yunlan Guze.

Guiyun grabbed Yan Li's wrist tightly, stared at his dark eyes, and controlled the light with all his heart.

Yan Li could feel the anxiety in the young man's heart.

His mother must also be seriously injured, and the situation will not be better than Yu Qingyue. At such a critical moment, Guiyun did not accompany his mother, but meticulously carried out the task......

What kind of power is it...... No, it should be said, what kind of "faith" makes a teenager so strong and so determined?

What kind of mother taught a teenager with such a surname?

Flying away, the scenery in Guze flew away like a dream.

About two quarters of an hour had passed, and the two of them had passed through a thousand turning paths, seemingly endless mountain fog barriers, to a towering courtyard wall, and slammed straight into a low door.

Inside is a small courtyard with soft lawns.

In an old house, two people and a dog lie quietly.

People are Yu Qingyue and Han Tieyi.

Han Laozu was sitting cross-legged behind Yu Qingyue, hanging Yu Qingyue's last breath with his pure innate true qi.

The dog, snow-white, nearly eight feet long, huge, lying quietly on the ground, motionless, with a weak breath, only when Guiyun rushed in, opened its silver pupils and glanced at it majestically.

"Mother!" Guiyun shouted, his tone revealing a little anxiety, but under the glance of the white dog, he suppressed it all, and said meticulously, "Guiyun is back." ”

The white dog closed his eyes and said nothing.

Guiyun was also silenced.

When Yan Li saw this scene, she already understood the origin of Guiyun. But now is not the time to talk.

He stepped into the house and stood in front of Yu Qingyue.

Yu Qingyue slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were still clear, and he said calmly: "Okay, old man, don't waste your true qi." ”

Han Tieyi stopped as he said, and he also didn't say a word - they have been friends for nearly a hundred years, and there is no need to say anything between them.

Yan Li sighed lightly and broke the silence, "It's me who is one step late......"

"It's not your fault. Yu Qingyue shook his head and said, "People are about to die, what else can't you understand?" You have already reminded you of the prevention variables, but I am too careless and do not take the people of the Wu clan to heart...... How evil is the practice of ghosts? I should have prepared for it......"

"The old-timer's injuries ......"

Yu Qingyue shook his head and did not answer.

Yan Li stopped talking and quietly listened to Yu Qingyue.

He understood that with Yu Qingyue's medical skills, he judged that his vitality was gone, and it would be difficult to return to heaven. Yan Li is not a god, let alone an immortal supernatural power, and he can't save people who are going to die.

The following words will be the last words of the old hero.

"Death, not terrible. Yu Qingyue said slowly, "The old Taoist is in his old age, and he is not afraid of anything for a long time. In last night's battle, Lao Dao understood that he was really old and useless...... The prince's bureau was ruined in the hands of Lao Dao......"

"Maybe it's not that bad...... Yan Li said with relief.

Yu Qingyue shook his head again and said with a wry smile: "Only you will have the confidence to say so." So, at this moment, Lao Dao held off his last breath and wanted to see you. ”

He gestured to the white dog with his gaze and said, "The Yun Sect has stood in the mountains and ancient mountains for thousands of years, and the greatest support is the Venerable One line. But last night, His Holiness was hit hard, and the corpse demon suppressed in the prince's formation escaped, and our reality must be known. It's dangerous, you naturally understand......"

Yan Li really understood.

Originally, in the Mid-Autumn Festival trial of the Martial King, the bait was just a sword book inheritance. Although it is enough to tempt the major forces, it will never make a big deal about it - everyone knows that the King of Martial Arts will not come up with the best goods.

But last night's defeat will let everyone know: in the ancient mountains and rivers, there is also a stronghold of the Ancient Cloud Sect, which is of immeasurable value! Moreover, the spirit beasts guarding the mountain have been deeply damaged, which means that the treasure is defenseless.

At the same time, last night was so critical, and the King of Martial Arts did not make a move, which shows that the ghost city of Xudu is not as stable as expected, and there is no strong support, which will make the forces of all parties more unscrupulous.

Maybe Ming, Shanlan Guze will become a battlefield!

"The descendants of the prince, including those of us who are younger generations of the Pao Ze Qu Department, there are strong and heroic warriors, there are those with pure surnames, and there are also those with excellent talents, but you are the only one who can strategize and control the overall situation. The old way is derelict once, and he must not be derelict a second time!"

Yu Qingyue said in a deep voice, with a wrenched tone in his tone, "At the last moment, defeat is a foregone conclusion, and the only thing that Lao Dao can do is to keep you!"

Yan Li was slightly stunned.

He originally thought that with Yu Qingyue's absolute loyalty to Ji Dongling, the king of martial arts, his last words would be to ask him to take over the endgame and find a way to win in defeat. Unexpectedly, it was a way out.

Immediately, he understood: in his Yan Li's opinion, although the current situation was bad, there was still something to be done. But in the eyes of Yu Qingyue and other old-timers, it was desperate at this time.

The mystery of Yunzong, the mystery of Yunlan Guze, the mystery of the mountain guarding spirit beast, and the mystery of the Martial King were all broken last night. The original bluffing situation of the Martial King could no longer be maintained.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has been broken.

For Yu Qingyue, he can fight for his life at any time, but he will not bet any juniors as a bargaining chip, especially in such a critical situation!

Lao Xiantian sighed, took a few breaths, and continued: "Lao Dao mentioned to you a while ago that in August next year, the Skylark Sect will recruit disciples and let you seek a career. But now it seems that Jianchuan City is no longer safe, and I am afraid that I will not be able to wait until then.

"Lao Dao has been sitting in Bian Que Pavilion for Lark Gate for 20 years, and he always has some face. When the old way goes, you take the token of the old way and rush to the lark gate as soon as possible...... Fortunately, you are already proficient in alchemy, so it won't be a problem...... There...... Finally safe ......"

As he spoke, Yu Qingyue reached out and took out a bronze finch token from his arms, glanced at it with some reluctance, and then handed it to Yan Li.

Yan Li took it with both hands, and felt that the old innate hand was already cold, and it was really out of life.

And on this palm without temperature, there is a blazing Yin Yin.

The glance before giving out the token, I don't know how many past events and memories it contains, it is the last belongings of the old-timer, and it is also his last bargaining chip!

At this moment, Yan Li couldn't help but think of the moment she first saw Yu Qingyue, the old man was dressed in white, with Guiyun, walking leisurely on the street, singing generous poems in his mouth.

He held a silver silk whisk in his hand, stood at the gate of Bian Que Pavilion, and shouted at Han Dingwei:

"Such a simple thing, and put up a battle, to the door of Bian Que Pavilion to make trouble, you are really unrighteous in the martial arts!"

"If you do it, martial arts people can't say it? The old way has been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, and it is the first time I have heard of such rules. That's what the old Taoist says!"

"Lao Dao has not been out of the rivers and lakes for a long time, has the rules in this world been changed, and if you tell a few words of truth, you still need to have a number one in the rivers and lakes? Is it that the name of the great master of the wind and fire forging is not loud enough, and if you tell the truth, you deserve to be assassinated?

The second time we met and had a long talk, I was full of love and pride for my juniors:

"Haha, not long after. If you can hear the Guangjue monk and the junior talk about Zen with your own ears, and there is a 'poor monk' on the left, and a 'teachable' sentence on the right, even if you wait a few more hours, it will be worth the ticket price!"

"Ah Li...... When Lao Dao heard that you broke your sword and defeated the Iron Cloak Workshop, he was overjoyed, and he was even more surprised to see that you had seen all the medical skills of the building in one night. If you can have a trace of spiritual root, even if it is the worst ninth-rank...... Alas......"

......

The third time we met, it was a dying goodbye.

Memories flashed in front of him, and Yan Li suddenly felt that the token in his hand was quite heavy.

He didn't speak, because the word "thanks" was too light, so he could only solemnly put away the token.

Seeing this, Yu Qingyue had a smile on his old face, as if he had let go of his last thoughts.

He raised his head, looked past the doors and windows, crossed the courtyard wall, looked at the clouds and smoke that had not dispersed for thousands of years in Yunlan Guze, and suddenly felt that everything was over, and life and death were nothing more than that, and the pride in his chest suddenly grew, and he sang abruptly:

"The long gong is thousands of miles away, and the heavenly river is surging down nine times. ”

"Forging a sword for a hundred years has become a chivalrous bone, and he is arrogant and fights wine and light princes. ”

"Kill the injustices in the world, but sigh that there is no great harmony in Kyushu. ”

"Thunder dreams wake up heroic dreams, take off the bloody clothes and enter the Dao Palace. ”

"Take off your bloody clothes and enter the Dao Palace...... Hahahaha...... "The old man laughed loudly, exuding the last pure qi in his body, purifying his body full of blood, and making his white robe spotless again.

The laughter of the old man is like the waves of the Sword River, carrying righteousness and chivalrous bones, surging eastward, echoing for thousands of years.

The laughter stops, and the hero dies.

Although he died with a smile.

Righteousness......

Ethereal, yet ethereal.

Chivalrous bones......

Wandering the market, but standing for thousands of years.

Yu Qingyue's life's seeking, his life's cultivation, and his life's proven, isn't it chivalrous and righteousness?

This is his word.

Maybe he doesn't have the "Tao", let alone the magic power of calling the wind and rain, and picking the moon with stars, but-

He's a hero!

Han Tieyi looked at his old friend, couldn't help but cry in his old eyes, and sighed sadly: "Feng Pen, Feng Pen, after all, you are the first step......! You and I have been practicing for decades, just to enter the Tao with martial arts! At the last moment, you succeeded...... But this moment is so short...... It's so short......"

"Chaowen said, can you die at night?"

Han Laozu looked up to the sky and was sad, but it reminded Yan Li of an incident......

At the last moment, Yu Qingyue was able to purify himself with true qi, which is tantamount to a spell, is this a martial arts?

The will of martial arts, self-cultivation, and the aura of heaven and earth are all one......

Martial arts, will, soul......

Yan Li's eyes suddenly flashed, and he turned around and said, "Guiyun, your spirit talisman, lend me a talisman." ”