In a flash, decades have passed, and Han Shi's figure appeared in the extreme north of the Beixuan Continent, one person and one cow, in the wind and snow, gradually lost their traces.

In the past few decades, Han Shi has stayed in the area under the jurisdiction of the outer sect of Northern Xuanzong, and under the nose of Northern Xuanzong, no one can see that this green-shirted mortal who rode a bull is Han Shi, the peerless murderer who destroyed the 100,000 Tang clan back then.

In the entire Beixuan Continent, except for the Inner Sect of the Northern Xuanzong and the Lost Land, every country Han Shi has set foot in it, but there is still no news of Qingmei.

This extreme northern, although it is extremely bitter and cold, is Han Shi's last hope.

Five years later, in the same place where Han Shi stepped into the far north, the figure of a man and a cow reappeared.

Han Shi's face was calm with a hint of paleness, and his eyes were no longer as sharp as they were back then, but with a sense of warmth, which could also bring some warmth to those who saw it in this cold wind and snow.

Han Shi patted the back of the green cow's neck, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, all these years, Dao Zhou has always been asleep, thanks to the green cow always by his side, accompanying him all over the world.

"Moo. Qingniu let out a low roar and responded to Han Shi.

Han Shi's spiritual power is restrained at the moment, no different from mortals, he can't see the appearance of a monk at all, in addition to gloom in his eyes, there is more of a kind of confusion, all the countries he passes through, all the cultivation sects, he will sneak in, with the help of the power of the stone clone, hide the spiritual sense to investigate, but he has never found the slightest trace of Qingmei.

As for the abandoned place, Han Shi had an indescribable conviction in his heart that Qingmei would not be there.

In this way, there is only one possibility for the Inner Sect of the Northern Xuanzong.

But this matter, after Han Shi quietly summoned Nie Dong, came to naught again.

Since this person became Han Shi's stone slave, he returned to Northern Xuanzong according to Han Shi's instructions to investigate the secrets for Han Shi, but there was no news about Qingmei.

Through the slave seal, Han Shi could feel that what Nie Dong said was true.

Han Shi left, Nie Dong still stayed in the Northern Xuanzong, and continued to investigate, in addition to Qingmei, the most important thing was all the news about the holy woman named Lin Qiuzhu who was sealed in the Northern Xuanquan Sea.

The figures of Han Shi and Qingniu, passing in front of one door after another, fell into one pair of black and white eyes, and more and more people knew that there was a person riding a green ox who traveled around the Beixuan Continent.

No one knows what this person is looking for, but the appearance of this person is deeply engraved in their hearts.

Under the cold moon at the border, I have seen the frost bloom like a pear blossom!

Beside the lonely smoke of the desert, I have seen the sunset over the long river!

In the thousands of miles of apricot blossoms, I have seen the smoke and rain!

In the slanting wind and drizzle, you don't have to return if you have seen the sling!

Outside the mountains and rivers, I have seen the willows and flowers!

I have tasted a hundred years of wine, begged for food in the temple, stayed in ordinary people's homes, and eaten sugar people on the roadside.

One person and one cow, through the years, laughing through the wind and clouds, passing through the countryside, passing by the market, over the mountains, over the Daze, walking across the small bridge, walking through the flowing water.

Sometimes, Han Shi would think that between him and her, there seemed to be an invisible reincarnation in the middle, taking the two of them with them to rise and fall in the whirlpool of fate.

I can't see each other, but I always care about each other, he and she are actually very similar!

Qingmei is waiting resolutely, and he is looking for it without regret!

No matter how much time passes, what you care about is always the same person.

The years, like a gurgling spring, washed on Han Shi's body, taking away a lot and precipitating a lot.

In this world, the most real thing is the years, no matter how vain it is, in the face of the years, it will eventually show its true face.

But if it is true, the precipitation of the years will last for a long time and become an eternal mark.

Han Shi's face gradually changed, and compared with the high-spirited young man back then, there was a touch of vicissitudes in his eyes.

The longer time passes, the more Han Shi can understand the sorrow and despair of Qingmei back then, but at the same time, the fire of his obsession to find Qingmei burns even more fiercely.

The more you understand, the more painful it becomes, and the more painful it is, the more determined it becomes, and perhaps, this is a kind of samsara.

Isn't it true that God wants two people who love each other to really walk together hand in hand after understanding each other's pain after being tempered by the years.

What Han Shixun is looking for is Qingmei, and it is the fate of each other!

He remembered the scene back then, he stood on the bridge, looked at the back of the woman in white, and had a cloud in his heart: "If there is fate, we will definitely meet again!"

He even remembered that in the place of abandonment, he discussed with Xu Chen, and there was also a cloud: "The heart is intentional, but the fate is impermanent, I don't know if there is a day when a person can hold a fate, even if it is a very small one, in this way, this life is not wasted." ”

Although the fate between the two is ethereal beyond the nine heavens and ten earths, he firmly believes that one day, he will be held tightly in his hands.

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Day after day, month after month, Han Shi can't remember how many springs and autumns he has passed, how many cold and summer summers he has passed, only a vague impression that it has been a long, long time.

On the map given by Jun Zhou, every country in the Beixuan Continent was annotated by Han Shi full of records, which was the traces of his visit.

After coming out of the extreme north, the direction he was moving forward was to the south, pointing to the Jin Kingdom, although he had a sense of loss in his heart, but he was more determined to find Qingmei.

If he is not on the Beixuan Continent, then he will continue to search on the Five Elements Continent, and one day, he will definitely find Qingmei.

Qingmei, wait for me!

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The Imperial City of the Jin Kingdom, the Li family, since the drastic changes two hundred years ago, was supported by the Xuanyang Gate, and became the new royal family of the Jin Kingdom, and the palace was also rebuilt in another place in the imperial city, and the scale was naturally much smaller than the original palace, and even the degree of luxury was quite different.

The lesson of the blood of the Tang clan in the previous dynasty made the Li clan keep it in mind, and the tentacles of imperial power have always remained among mortals, and they have not reached the cultivation realm, and they dare not have the slightest transgression.

It's not that you can't, but you don't dare to hear it!

It is not that there are no monks in the palace, but there are three Yuandan monks in charge, and there are nearly ten foundation building monks as the secret guards of important figures in the imperial family.

But these monks are all disciples of Xuanyang Sect, and they came here on the orders of Xuanyang Zi Han Yu, but they don't listen to the orders of others, even if they are the Li Emperor, they have no right to give orders to them.

In the imperial city, the peak that goes straight into the sky, like a peerless sword, appears very abruptly in front of everyone's eyes, even many old people who live in the imperial city, every day, when they look up and see the peak again, they still can't calm their excitement, because what they see is a legendary myth that has been circulated in the Jin Kingdom for two hundred years.

As for the foreign tourists who came to the imperial city for the first time, they were even more shocked, no matter how they imagined, they could not imagine the scene of a giant peak falling from the sky and falling in the middle of the city.

The palace walls around the giant peak have long since disappeared, and in its place is a long circular street called Yuqing Street, which is naturally taken from Yuqing Peak.

Two hundred years ago, the scene of the annihilation of the Tang royal family, although the people who witnessed it were silent, but after many years, under the verification of many well-intentioned people, the details gradually became clear.

But the more it surfaced, the clearer it became, the more shocking it became, and even one wondered if it had really happened.

Only the majestic Yuqing Peak silently spoke about the past that had happened, and its silence was the strongest proof.

Yuqing Street was built only more than 160 years ago, but it soon became the most prosperous street in the imperial city, and even a few old streets of more than 1,000 years old could not be compared.

Many people who come to Yuqing Street often have a very unique feeling, that is, there are two biggest differences between this street and other streets.

First, the street is 100 miles long, and second, there is no beginning and no end.

Tourists often spend several days on the tour, only to suddenly find that they have arrived in the same place again, because they do not realize that Yuqing Street, where they are located, is a 100-mile-long circular street.

Although Yuqing Street is very lively, there is no shop or restaurant, but a blank square, on which there is only one stone statue, facing Yuqing Peak and kneeling, although it is a stone statue, you can still see the extremely remorseful expression on this person's face, and around the stone statue, there is a mysterious power, which will stop those tourists who intend to approach.

This person is the person who every tourist who comes to Yuqing Street to see here, the ancestor of the royal family of the former Jin Dynasty, and the infant monk Tang Yu.

Here, as long as you spend some money, there will be people on the side who will talk about the old things of two hundred years ago for those who come to the imperial city for the first time.

Legend has it that 100,000 revenant souls were suppressed under Yuqing Peak.

An old man stood quietly in the crowd on the periphery of the square, his eyes falling on the stone statue of Tang Yu.

After a long time, the old man looked up at the Yuqing Peak, which was mostly buried in the clouds, and there was finally a trace of fluctuation in his calm gaze.

Not far behind the old man, a young man, dressed in a green shirt, stood in the crowd, and there were constant whispers to this Yuqingfeng in his ears, the young man lowered his head slightly, his expression was a little gloomy, but he didn't look at the stone statue.

He just stood quietly, but there was a sense of loneliness that was incompatible with others, no matter how lively it was, it could not melt this loneliness.

The old man suppressed the shock in his heart, sighed secretly, and walked to the young man with a smile.

The young man did not speak, but walked along Yuqing Street with the flow of people, and the old man followed closely behind.

This old man is Wu Tian, when his injuries were too serious and he entered the rest, he did not wake up until more than a hundred years ago, and he has been recuperating in the gray stone to recover his vitality.

The battle with Tang Yu, although he was seriously injured, allowed him to regain his confidence in recovering his cultivation.

Twenty years ago, Wu Tian's cultivation was restored to the Great Perfection of Agility, and at the cost of Han Shi's disregard for the spirit stone, Wu Tian recovered to the early stage of the infant transformation in one fell swoop, and seven years ago, he was promoted to the middle stage of the infant transformation again.