The man has returned.

The soul returns.

The peaks are continuous, and the land is boundary.

I am back!

I'm home!

A peak is like a pen, and the sky is high!

Raise your eyes and look into the distance, the earth qi rises into clouds, as if in a different world, and the wood heart turns into clear water.

It's late autumn, and there is only one person left in the world, and there are thousands of thoughts mixed with flavors.

Alone, chewing alone.

Fang Yin stood at the foot of Shangqing Mountain, his fingers rubbing his cheeks, and he suddenly wanted to laugh in his heart. When I go, the old scars have not healed, and when I return, the new wounds are difficult to erase, and in a blink of an eye, the person is already the boss. The release is a grind, and the eaglet returns to the nest, and it comes and goes quietly in a hurry, which is also very good. It's back, it's back, Fang Yin didn't go through the mountain gate, but only went around the sheep intestine trail from the back mountain. There was no one on the mountain trail, no one, Fang Yin wanted to go to Baicao Peak, Fang Yin's mood was indescribable.

said that he was majestic, how much he used to want it, but now.

Every time you get and lose, every time you lose and gain, you should let go of what you should let go.

The wind blows. Grass moves.

"Stop!" suddenly a man jumped out.

"The gate is heavy, and idlers are not allowed to enter!" another person jumped out.

Both are in the way!

A pointed face, a round face, Tsing Yi and white socks holding a sword, are clearly two small paths: "Persimmon!

"You little way-" Zhao Ben laughed, Yuan Shi gagga laughed: "Where to run!"

Can't run, can't run, this trail has made a great contribution, bigger than the sky, so Zhao Ben and Yuan Shi are waiting for him here: "Win! Win!" The two high-fived in celebration, and their eyebrows danced for a while. The persimmon fool won, and the big bull fox lost, which was originally a bet made by the four of them. This little Taoist priest did not take the usual road, and did not leave the main gate with a decent and glorious face, but wanted to sneak in from the back mountain, and now he caught a straight one: "Boss! Haha! You're back, boss!"

Yuan Shi cheered and rushed over first, hugging Boss Fang: "Let me take a look! Haha! Look!" There is nothing to see, the boss is still the boss: "Yuan Shi, you go!" Zhao Ben sighed and slowly stepped forward: "Okay!" Yuan Shi glared, as if he was very unhappy, but still pouted and ran away: "Fang Yin is back-Fang Yin is back-"

Go down the mountain.

"This road is not passable, please take the mountain gate. Zhao Ben took a tone and invited him to the bottom: "Fang Zhenren, please-"

Fang Yin couldn't cry or laugh: "Zhao Ben, you-"

"Let's go, let's talk!" Zhao Ben seemed to be impatient, and pulled Fang Yin down the mountain: "You have time to fall in love with Sister Na Lin, everyone is waiting for you!"

"Lin, Sister Lin?" Daoist Fang was dumbfounded.

Not only Sister Lin, in the Martial Arts Conference in the Valley of Ten Thousand Cranes, what happened to Daoist Fang had already spread all over Shangqing, and Zhao Ben and Yuan Shi had been waiting here for seven days: "I heard that you ascended to Lingyuntai? I heard that you defeated Yan Beige? I heard that you are more wise and brave to challenge the True Dragon Sect? I heard that Long Zhen-" I heard that Daoist Fang is already a master, and he is a master who is in the limelight and famous all over the world, and he is already a great swordsman of Fang. It's better to see than to hear, of course Zhao Ben is not convinced, is it a mule or a horse or to pull it out for a walk, and when he goes down the mountain, he will -

The front seems to be endless, and the winding path leads to the sky.

Walking the same road again, there will always be many different feelings.

The fallen leaves follow the wind, there are green and yellow, and the two people are one in front of the other, both walking in the corridor of time.

Halfway up the mountain, a person was already roaring like thunder and rushed first: "Mother, bastard! You turtle grandson! You can teach Lao Tzu to wait!"

Hu Feifei is still so rude, enthusiastic and sincere: "Tong!"

A punch slammed into his chest, and Fang Yin almost hit him until he vomited blood: "Haha!

After Yuan Shi, followed by Niu Dazhi.

Yuan Shi generally shouted, and Niu Dazhi didn't speak, only laughed.

But seeing Zhao Ben's gloomy face, he sighed again and again, sneered and shook his head and followed behind, not in high spirits.

Fang Da Swordsman, it's not covered.

After laughing and messing around, the five brothers put their arms up the mountain.

Supernatant.

An object suddenly appeared above, with a square head and a wide face.

There is no door in the mountain gate, the archway is the household, the stone beam and the stone pillar and the stone frieze, the two big characters are carved upright: Shangqing.

The mountain gate is still the mountain gate, the carp jumps over the dragon gate, the Yuqing Palace is already in sight, and the bell echoes in bursts-

As soon as he reached the top, he roared loudly: "Fang Yin!" "Senior Brother Fang!Senior Brother Fang!" "It's him!" "It's him!" "It's him!" "It's back! It's back!" Fang Yin has seen the crowd-like scene, and Fang Yin has heard the tsunami-like movement of the mountains, but Fang Yin just doesn't know that there are so many people in Shangqing! What a big square! A blessed land! The black pressure is crowded with people, I'm afraid there are not thousands of people! Not only the people of Shangqing, but also not only the people of Shangqing, the workers, gardeners, pilgrims, people, men, women, young and old, stretched their necks, stared wide-eyed, and stood on tiptoe to look at a person.

It's Fang Yin!

Fang Yin was stunned, Fang Yin couldn't believe it, these people, so many people, were all here to welcome Fang Yin? Is it worth it? Is Fang Yin also worthy? Fang Yin is not worthy, but one by one familiar and unfamiliar, a pair of eyes, the same sincere face, friendly and loving to Fang Yin, looking at Fang Yin. Fang Yin wanted to say something, but a sentence stuck in his throat, and he was finally stunned, like a dream. However, there was one person in the first place, with fluttering sleeves and a long square face with short tiger eyes and a mustache: "Little miscellaneous hair, there is you! Hahaha!"

This is Mu Zhangjiao, this is the old miscellaneous hair, Fang Yin's heart is warm, but he didn't look over-

Master is also there.

There were a few more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his appearance was a little older, and there were a lot of gray hairs on his head, he was old.

He was smiling, looking at Fang Yin, still like that, with a long horse face.

Laugh happily, smile with satisfaction.

There is only one person left in his eyes, and that is Master: "Master!"

Master, Master, like a father and a mother! Fang Yin rushed forward, his eyes were already blurred, and he only screamed and burst into tears: "Plop!"

Then he knelt down: "Master! Master!

Just like Xiaoxiao, Fang Yin is just a child, and he has nothing to do with many grievances in his heart: "I, I, Fang Yin, Fang Yin-" This is not the first time Fang Yin has knelt down, Shangqing Peak, Taiqing Palace, Nine Knock Ancestor Spiritual Position, and worship Master Changlian three times. This is not the first time Fang Yin has bowed, but the people in the world, the people who are alive, are only Lu Daochang, Fang Yin's knees have never bent over others, no matter who they are: "Master, Fang Yin is back, back!"

This greatly surprised Lu Daochang, who was taken aback, and immediately grabbed it and helped: "I can't help it!"

"Let's make!" Mu Zhangjiao's eyes were blushing, and he grabbed Lu Daochang at the moment: "Once born, second ripe, this time the little miscellaneous hair is sincere, Fang Yin!"

Yes, this is back is sincere, and again, three prostrations.

Lu Daochang burst into tears.

The noise of bowing your head is not in your ears, and it is all frightening to touch the ground!

Tears fell on the loess with their backs to the sky, and the eyes of heaven were full of tears.

Feng Kewu, those who preach and receive karma to solve doubts, the way of Kewu will be given by heaven.

When it is true, the stubborn apprentices have finally grown up, and the thousand-year-old iron tree can also bloom!

Ke Wu's sword is broken, and the master and apprentice are concentric.