After bidding farewell to my master and uncle, the weather was already dusk, and the spiritual rain all over the sky was gently shining on Yunqi Temple.

Two figures, an old one and a young one, walked slowly toward the small courtyard. Watson subconsciously looked back at Wentian Peak shrouded in mist.

Because from beginning to end, he did not see a pillar of light connecting heaven and earth.

Unlike the old man in the Kunlun Secret Realm, Watson believes that the little monk under the abyss will have a bright future even if he enters reincarnation.

Seeing Watson's worried look, her mother-in-law didn't feel comfortable asking him. She only thought about what Xiaoxue should do next.

Pushing open the door of the small courtyard, the two women sitting under the eaves watched Watson nervously as he walked in.

Watson raised his head and glanced at the misty spiritual rain in the sky. It took him a long time to calm down. He looked up at the two girls and asked, "Are you sure you can't come out and enjoy this spiritual rain that has not been seen for a thousand years?"

"That's not a surprise, it's a shock, okay?"

When he said this, Tantai Xiaoyu paused deliberately for a while, but rolled his eyes with Watson.

She said coquettishly: "By the way, the two of us have reached a new level just sitting in the yard. What about you?"

"So my sister has also broken through? Congratulations."

At this time, Yunqi Temple was still shrouded in spiritual rain all over the sky. Although night fell, it seemed like a fairyland on earth.

The mother-in-law walked to the table and sat down, looked at Hua Yu and asked, "Go and scream at Xiaoxue, so that he can also be showered with this rare spiritual rain that is rare in millions of years."

Hua Yu looked at her mother-in-law and said, "Xiaoxue got up and played for a while... After the breakthrough, she yelled and went to bed again."

Watson smiled faintly, looked at his mother-in-law and said, "Maybe it was too sudden, and Sister Xiaoxue's body couldn't bear it for a while. She will regain her energy after a sleep."

Tantai Xiaoyu looked at him and smiled slightly, and said: "Don't just talk about us, have you made a breakthrough? You came down from Wentian Peak..."

"I said no, do you believe it or not?"

Watson smiled faintly: "My mother-in-law, master, and uncle were drinking tea by the woods at the foot of the mountain. You should ask your mother-in-law if she has broken through, not me."

In Watson's opinion, even if he wanted to break through, he would have to wait until he returned to the Yin Mountain in the Five Realms.

Thinking of the battle he was about to face and looking at the two sisters in front of him, Watson suddenly felt a headache.

In Fenghuang Mountain, Sister and Tantai Xiaoyu were the proud daughters of heaven, but when they returned to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, they were nothing. They were not even allowed to fight on the battlefield.

Even the worst Wang Ruyi is probably already at the late Nascent Soul stage.

The mother-in-law looked at Watson, who was frowning and silent, sighed, and said leisurely: "Now, let's talk about your affairs."

…

It is already the season of heavy snowfall in the Tianshan Mountains of the Five Regions.

Li Xiuyuan, who lives looking at the mountains, still lit a charcoal fire under the eaves of the stone temple and guarded a pot of spiritual tea. He looked a bit older than in the summer.

The old Taoist priest made an appointment with him to let Mu Mu and Nangong Ruyu accompany him on his last journey next spring.

It is said that he wants the two girls to understand what it means to transform into a mortal.

The old monk sitting in front of him sighed softly: "Unexpectedly, your senior brother has good intelligence. I am afraid that he will be able to enter the realm of mortal transformation in less than fifty years."

Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly, stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snowflake, looked at it carefully in his hand, and then quietly watched the dreamlike snowflake turn into a drop of snow water.

"Where is your sword?" Lao Shang suddenly remembered something: "You made swords for those children. I want to see your own sword."

Li Xiuyuan pointed at the cold pool not far away and smiled: "After completing the last quenching process, I hid him under the cold pool to warm him up."

The old monk obviously did not expect that Li Xiuyuan would choose to hide the mortal sword under the Tianhan Pond.

Unable to help but sigh heavily, he said: "Do you want to use this landscape, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish your mortal sword?"

"I have no experience!"

Li Xiuyuan smiled: "My nephew Wu Xin's mortal sword was placed under the abyss in the Riyue Mountain outside Kangchuan City to be cultivated."

The old monk sighed: "If it weren't for the old Taoist priest, even if you beat me to death, I can't believe that you have forged two mortal swords with your own hands."

"I'm afraid this is the last sword I forge in this world."

Li Xiuyuan gave the old monk some spiritual tea, felt the biting cold wind, and said quietly: "From now on, even if I have the will, I will be powerless."

As the old Taoist priest said, not only making swords, but also returning to the place where he practiced with his husband is just a dream.

The old monk did not discuss the matter with him again. In his opinion, this was a transformation that Li Xiuyuan wanted to complete on his own, and no one could help him.

This is the understanding of the heavenly way of life, and it is also the understanding of death.

After thinking for a while, the old monk brought the topic to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Your precious godson has caused you a problem. After much thought, I decided that you are the only one who can help him solve it."

"What kind of trouble did Watson get into again? Does senior need to worry about it for him?"

The corner of Li Xiuyuan's mouth moved: "Is he about to wake up from his dream?"

In the blink of an eye, Watson has been sleeping in Yinshan Mountain for several months. If he does not wake up, Li Xiuyuan can only ask the old monk to take Watson to Tianshan Mountain.

The old monk shook his head and said: "It wouldn't be much trouble if he just wakes up... This time he is going to bring his sister from another world to the domain... After thinking about it, I can only let two female dolls

Come to accompany you."

In Lao Shang's view, it is absolutely impossible to place it in Nanyun City.

In a small town, there was no one to teach the two girls the principles of spiritual practice. At the moment, Minghui was comprehending the power of heaven and earth and seeing all living beings. How could she have the strength to teach two girls in the golden elixir realm.

The only place to go is above the Tianshan Mountains.

Li Xiuyuan lowered his head and sighed, then smiled lightly: "Senior, do you want them to come talk to me? Or do you want those two girls to come to Tianshan Mountain to grow tea and raise chickens?"

The old monk laughed and said, "I can see it."

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, sighed and said, "I didn't expect that this guy didn't learn from his good deeds, so he just picked some useless fate to come back. Isn't this going to cause trouble for himself?"

"Yes or no, after completing the five realms, he still has to return to that world. He also has his responsibilities there."

The old monk said quietly: "Whenever thoughts arise in the heart, there is cause and effect. Although the cause is not in him, the effect falls on his head."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the hazy sky of Tianshan Mountain and said calmly: "My debt in this world has been paid off, and Watson's path will be left to him."

Thinking back to the small town, Watson was still a young child, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a great monk in the five realms.

He has paid off all the responsibilities and debts he should have had.

When he leaves this world, I'm afraid he really leaves.

After all, there are still countless troubles waiting for him, and he came to the Five Realms not only to transform into mortals, but also to stop thinking and stop thinking.

The old monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly and said: "You have been crossing the river for a long time, so naturally you should have lowered the boat on your head."

Smiling softly, Li Xiuyuan looked at the old monk and asked: "With the strong wind and snow, the war in southern Xinjiang should stop temporarily, right?"

…

The north wind blew hard, but it could not blow down the big flag at the top of Nanyun City.

Since decades ago, Nanyun City has been guarding the gate to the southern border of the Five Realms Dynasty, which stretches thousands of miles. It has the most sophisticated cavalry and hides the most powerful weapons.

I don’t know how many years have passed since I faced off against the powerful royal courts of the southern Xinjiang tribes.

The current head coach of Southern Xinjiang is not the dynasty's Generalissimo Jiang Huo, but the Imperial City's General Nalan Yu, a legendary figure who can be called a brother to the Imperial Master.

The Imperial Master has retired to seclusion, and now the burden of commanding the battle with Feixian Island in the South China Sea falls on Nalan Yu.

Although he had fought in southern Xinjiang with the Imperial Army back then, this was the first time for him to command a battle independently, even though Hua Luoyu and Ouyang Dongli were stationed in Nanyun City to cheer him up.

The first battle started at the summer solstice.

He caught Nalanyu and other southern Xinjiang troops off guard and almost failed to withstand the offensive of the Nanhai army.

Feixian Island in the South China Sea assembled a total of 300,000 troops from the Lan Clan Royal Court and the Jiankun Royal Court. The troops were divided into three groups and occupied the three towns in southern Xinjiang before advancing towards Nanyun City.

Just as Li Xiuyuan feared, the two grassland tribes indeed told the South China Sea army everything that happened on the battlefield.

Because of this, the removal of Zhongchen from Feixian Island in the South China Sea can proceed smoothly.

Even while slowly advancing, they were trying to find ways to discharge the methane gas from the hundreds or thousands of large pits dug by the southern Xinjiang army, or directly detonate them.

The large formation that the southern Xinjiang army spent countless efforts to set up was straightened out.

Although the roads were full of potholes after the explosion, which affected the advancing speed of the army, it failed to cause any damage to the Nanhai army.

Not to mention Nalan Yu, Yang Kaiyi and others, even the old monk in the small town couldn't help but sigh softly, thinking that this was not an easy war to win.

Yun Zhongchen looked at the large pits that were detonated in front of him, and sweatdropped when he looked at the two Khan Kings behind them.

He thought that if he had not decided to bribe the two royal courts, he would not have been able to avoid the countless disasters in front of him.

This is a lesson that the prairie army learned in exchange for its blood.

However, even so, the Nanhai army still encountered resistance and difficulties that they could not imagine.

The reason was that Nalan Yu, who was unreasonable, actually let hundreds of thousands of southern Xinjiang troops build twelve huge trenches on hundreds of miles of wasteland.

Each trench is like a natural chasm, lying on the wasteland of southern Xinjiang.

You know, Li Xiuyuan's plan was just to build three trenches here to block the charge launched by the Nanhai Army.

After Nalan Yu joined forces with Yang Kaiyi, Ma Feihu, Ma Tianyun and others, he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat an unknown opponent, so he simply ordered nearly 200,000 troops to build twelve lines of defense regardless of cost.
To be continued...