Chapter Twenty-Six: The Road Is Under Our Feet

"You two young people are so funny and so unmotivated? Jing Xuan watched the two of them fall into silence, and couldn't help laughing, looking at the two of them a little playfully, and making a joke with them.

"Senior brother, we have lost all the elites when we go out this time, most of the people in the Taoist temple are not good at martial arts, where is there still the capital to fight again?" Jing Yuan looked at Jing Xuan with a worried look on his face, and he reminded Jing Xuan worriedly.

"Yes, we lost some people this time, but it also showed me their details, if they didn't sneak attack and plot, they would never be able to defeat us. Jing Xuan said to the two of them in high spirits. He slapped his hand on the table to show that his decision had been made.

"Dao Chief, we are going to fight again, but we have to be prepared to fight again, so I have an uninvited feeling here, can we go to look for the traces of those evil spirits in seven days, at that time we should be more sure. Besides, you can wait for you to heal from your injuries, Dao Chief, do you think this request of mine can be done?" Murong Chen didn't want to hurt Jing Xuan's self-esteem, so he said his suggestion euphemistically.

Jing Xuan's mood at the moment is understandable, the honor of hundreds of years has been ruined in his hands, and the torment in his heart can be imagined, but Murong Chen and Jing Yuan both understand that if they attack at this moment, it will not only destroy the honor, but also the future of Qingcheng Mountain.

"Senior brother, I remember that the ancestor of the founding mountain once said when he established the sect that if there is an immortal calamity, you can go to the place where the ancestor of the back mountain settled to find the answer, senior brother, have you forgotten. "Jingyuan is young. But the seniority is extremely high, and the talent is also extremely high, so he has always been the darling of the master, and everyone doesn't know why the former head of the family accepted this child as an apprentice at the end of his life, but Quan Qingcheng's love for him is undoubted, so as soon as he spoke, Jing Xuan also calmed down, he slowly leaned back in the chair, listened carefully to the words of the two, and fell into deep thought.

"Jingyuan. Let's let the head of the sect think about it. Let's get out first. Murong Chenla's chest was Jingyuan, and he nodded to him to go out and speak.

Jing Yuan looked at Jing Xuan, who was deep in thought, he nodded and slowly walked out of the room with Murong Chen. The door was closed.

"Senior Brother Jingxuan seems to be a little too anxious. Could it be that something has changed?" Jing Yuan couldn't figure it out. He has been following Jing Xuan, and he doesn't know how the senior brother in charge has become so impulsive, and he is not as calm and sophisticated as before.

"It's easy to change. The nature is difficult to change, but it is difficult to explain anything after such a drastic change in temperament? Could it be that something has changed?" Murong Chen also said strangely, he didn't understand why Jing Xuan was actively preparing for the second attack while everyone was still recuperating from his injuries, was it really difficult to take the responsibility of closing the mountain gate with guilt?

"Hey, it seems that the Qingcheng catastrophe can't be escaped, isn't there a good way?" Jingyuan looked up to the sky and sighed, indeed, no matter how old a young man is, how can he avoid this complicated and chaotic world?

"I don't think so, if Brother Jingyuan can let the head of the sect go to exterminate the evil spirits in seven days, it may be different at that time. Murong Chen looked at Jingyuan thoughtfully, he really hoped that Jingyuan could do all this. So he looked at Jingyuan with confidence, and he was looking forward to him.

"Brother Murong means that you will be able to control everything in seven days? Are you sure?" Jing Yuan looked at him a little unconvinced, and his eyes were full of doubts. Frowning, his face tightened, his hands crossed in front of his chest, and he looked at Murong Chen unnaturally.

"Maybe not, but I can only guarantee that in seven days we will be alive much more than we are now. Murong Chen smiled mysteriously, and said undeniably with his hands clasped together, he seemed to be a little confident, at least in Jingyuan's opinion.

Jing Yuan pondered in his heart that the two of us couldn't defeat a monster, but only barely escaped from the tiger's mouth by luck, and there was still thinking about what to say that he would be defeated in seven days, he would not believe it if he died, if he made a wrong step, then there would be no Qingcheng faction on Qingcheng Mountain, then he would be a sinner who would never recover.

"Don't you believe it? Then let's make a bet, we won't let you down in seven days. Murong Chen didn't say the reason, just stretched out his hand and stretched out to Jingyuan. Jing Yuan looked at the outstretched hand a little hesitantly, looked at Murong Chen and patted it loudly, before touching his head and saying, "What are you betting on?"

"If you lose, all your tea will be mine, and if I lose, I will give you a seven-day handyman at your disposal. Murong Chen smiled slightly, withdrew his hand, and said with a smile behind his back.

"Okay, I'll see how you beat me, but I really don't want you to be a handyman, I want to lose. Jing Yuan looked at Murong Chen and said with a smile, there was no suspicion on his face, and he grinned.

"I miss your tea more, I should go back to see grandpa, by the way, you take this token and go to Qingfeng Town to find Boss Wu, who is rejuvenating with a wonderful hand, and he will buy all the food, medicinal herbs, and clothes you need and send them up the mountain." Murong Chen reached out and took out a calf, and the cyan calf was handed to Jingyuan. Then he turned and took his leave.

Jingyuan took the calf, a very ordinary lapis lazuli carving, but he understood that this was the green bull stone on the rivers and lakes that could promise a thousand gold, and how many people in the rivers and lakes were beaten to the head in order to get him, because this green cow represented a promise from the shadow, an unchangeable promise. Shadowstone is the world's first intelligence organization, and his promise is worth more than a thousand gold, and it can be said to be a priceless treasure. Because it allows you to fulfill your wishes overnight.

Jing Yuan looked at the calf a little sluggish, but such a valuable thing was casually thrown to him by Murong Chen, as a token of disaster relief, so what else can't be believed? Thinking of this, Jing Yuan laughed, in this bitter day, a rare smile. But when crying and depression can't solve the problem, laughter is also an attitude, at least it will make you happy to face everything, and make you believe that all unpleasantness will go away with the wind.

The way home is pleasant, although it is a temporary home, but as long as there is a beloved there, there is a beloved waiting there, there is a bond, there is the warmth of home.

Under the lone lamp, a lone lamp in the distance revealed a faint yellow light, which was weakly sprinkled here.

By the window, a shadow was under the lamp, holding its cheeks, looking at the motionless shadow outside the window.

The dog barked, and the shadow turned its head suddenly, and walked out of the room, opened the door, and craned its neck against the door to look at the man who was walking in the distance.

"You haven't forgotten your way home, I thought you had forgotten your way home. The woman said with disgust, and there was already a lot of warmth in her eyes.

"The road is at the foot, and the one who forgets the road is because he forgets the one who waits for him, not the one who forgets the road. The man smiled and stepped forward, put his arms around her, and approached the house, where the dog barked and followed.

Yes, the road is at your feet, if you don't forget the person who is waiting for you, then you will always find home, if you don't find a home, then you don't have the person waiting for you in your heart. The road is at your feet, and that foot is the direction of your heart. (To be continued......)