The morning sun shines through the window and pours into the house.

Ning Wuqian got up under the service of the peacock fairy, and the maid of his own garden sent in to wash the towels, and left the palace, the sky in early autumn was a little cooler, and the slightest wind blew, giving people a sense of soberness and coldness.

Zhao Jie took a broom and swept the fallen leaves in the courtyard, in the past ten years, he has come over like this, from the prince of Zhao Wang, who was high in the past, to an ordinary servant in the garden.

At the beginning, Zhao Wan'er and Zhao Tianqi would feel uncomfortable, but then they slowly got used to it, Zhao Jie was also angry at first, so he was indifferent, but later he got used to it and became taciturn.

However, Zhao Jie never forgot what happened in the secret room that night, which completely changed his fate, like a god on high, who was instantly knocked to the dust.

On the side where Zhao Jie swept the floor, there was also a young man with a long sword on his back, his name was Yi Yun, and he was a registered disciple of Lu Dongbin.

Before dawn today, Yi Yun was standing in the courtyard, and Zhao Jie was also before dawn, just sweeping the fallen leaves here, two irrelevant people, Yi Yun knew Zhao Jie, and Zhao Jie also knew Yi Yun, but the two never said a word.

Ning Wujian saw Yi Yun and Zhao Jie, he wondered how Yi Yun could come here, although Yi Yun had been listening to him in the past five years, Yi Yun had never entered the Qingyue Garden.

However, when he saw that Yi Yun had another burden behind him in addition to the long sword, Ning Wuqian smiled.

"I'm leaving!" Yi Yun also saw Ning Wuji, and there was no wave on his face.

"Oh, are you going to find Lu Dongbin?" Ning Wuwu nodded, "It's time to go out for a walk, young people, you shouldn't just stay in one place to retire, the outside world is very exciting." ”

"I'm going to challenge him!" Yi Yun said, very solemn and serious, but also revealing a sense of arrogance.

This is a stubborn young man, just like his sword. Ning bends and never returns, this kind of character is also the reason why Ning Wujian did not kill him.

"You are not his opponent!" Ning Wujian shook his head, Lu Dongbin was the reincarnation of the Donghua Emperor and became one of the Eight Immortals, which was by no means comparable to Yi Yun.

"I know the truth, that's why I have to challenge him, challenge a master who is stronger than myself, so that I can improve. Only by challenging the strong can we know the gap between the Dao!"

"Just like you keep challenging me?" Ning Wujian smiled faintly, he was really motivated, he admired this young man quite a bit, "Actually, you can continue to challenge me." ”

Yi Yun, "......"

It was you who let me go out for a walk, and it was you who let me stay, Yi Yun said in a sullen voice, "Stay here." The gap between us can only get bigger and bigger, I can feel that you are also getting stronger, if I stay here, there will never be a possibility of surpassing you!"

Actually, there is another reason. Yi Yun is not a masochist, he is defeated every day, and he has always had some impact on his confidence, if there is some hope, it would be fine. But five years have passed, and he hasn't seen any hope, and Ning Wuxian has pressed him with a finger that makes him powerless.

Challenging the master is also to pick the right person. Picking the wrong person, just looking for abuse and hitting yourself.

"Hehe, it's okay, then leave, when you become stronger, come and challenge me again, but if you want to challenge Lu Dongbin, I don't think it's better to look for abuse!"

Yi Yun was naturally not stupid, and said, "I will travel in Kyushu first, and then challenge him when I am stronger!"

"Oh, by the way, aren't you Lu Dongbin's registered disciple, why do you still want to challenge him?" Ning Wujian suddenly remembered Yi Yun's identity, he had forgotten about it after being challenged by Yi Yun in the past few years.

"He didn't accept me, he just gave me a sword technique, and he didn't count him as a master and apprentice!"

Yi Yun turned away, carrying the sword on his back, and began his own life journey.

Ning Wujian touched his nose, it turned out that he had been deceived by this kid, too, Lu Dongbin was dashing, how could he train any apprentices, and he hadn't heard of any disciples Lu Dongbin accepting.

Waiting for Yi Yun to leave, Ning Wujian glanced at Zhao Jie, who was sweeping the ground, walked over, and patted Zhao Jie on the shoulder with one hand.

Zhao Jie was shocked, raised his head, and looked at Ning Wuqian in surprise, the long-lost strength returned to him.

"Young man, who has not been arrogant, ten years is enough for you to understand, I have unlocked your imprisoned cultivation, if you want to leave, you can leave!"

Zhao Jie looked at Ning Wujian and showed doubts, "What are you doing?" aren't you worried that I'll come back for revenge?"

"Do you think I'm going to be worried?" Ning Wuqian smiled faintly, "Ten years of rise and fall and humiliation, if you still can't see through it, then you will stop here, there will be no inch, for a monk like you, I can blow a piece of my breath, if you see through, will you come to take revenge on me?"

Ning Wuqian turned around and left.

Zhao Jie was stunned, and then a smile appeared on his indifferent face, "If it was a few years ago, I would definitely take revenge at all costs." ”

Holding a broom, Zhao Jie continued to sweep the leaves that fell with yellow leaves, life is like this falling leaves, from young shoots to fallen leaves, experiencing wind and rain, from young leaves, to hard old leaves, only after experiencing difficulties and setbacks, can we experience this cycle of life.

All glory is just the smoke of the past, the prosperity is gone, time flies, and the years are like a shuttle. Su Shi Jin, fleeting, half a year of youth, like an hourglass, in the snap of a finger, flowing in yesterday. Bitterness and joy are no longer remembered, still buried in the smoke and dust of time. only knew that the green silk turned white, and in the dark, it was destined that youth would have an affair with that loneliness.

After five years of listening to the sermon, Zhao Jie's mood has changed, the glory of Zhao Wangfu, the servants of the other garden, and the ups and downs of life, the feeling is naturally deep.

Spring goes to autumn, the tide rises and falls. In the past, the courtyard was empty, the time was quiet, watching the clouds and mist, listening to the wind and rain, it can be described as leisurely and contented, and the fun was endless. In the blink of an eye, it is the lonely season again, the autumn wind caresses the leaves, turns yellow, and falls on the vicissitudes of the land; Like a beautiful flower, the enemy is like a flowing year. All good things will quietly fade, wither secretly, and fall into the dust at the most. turned into loneliness and went to my heart.

After seeing the prosperity of the world, the afterglow of the city, no matter how beautiful it is, it will eventually come to an end. A sad nocturne floated in the distance, a rare encounter in this life, how could I expect to be lonely like a song.

The past has become smoke, but fate is still the same. Youth is stained with passing years, and passing years are stained with red face. Painting the ground as a prison, locking me for a few springs and autumns, dyeing loneliness. I had no choice but to pick up the memories of my youth, and when a breeze blew on my face, I waved my sleeves and was chic again.

In the autumn of Beiyuan, in the military camp outside Yicheng, the army moved, the drums sounded, the horn of war was loud, and a fighting melee that had been planned for ten years officially kicked off. (To be continued......)