From the beginning to the end, he never looked back, leaving only a bleak figure for his relatives, friends, and Qianqiu City, but those familiar faces have long been engraved in his soul.
"See you next year."
Ruoshui waved her little hand, her beautiful eyes filled with mist.
Beside her, Yan Ruyu, Xiao Caimin, Huan Meng, and Chi Yan also had tears in their eyes.
"See you next year."
Mozi took a deep breath and watched Zhao Yun go away.
The same thing was said by Niu Hong, Jian Nan, Mu Zhaoxue, Lin Xie, Su Yu, Man Teng, Xing Hun, Xiao Wu Nian, Wang Zha, Xiao Bufan, Big Head Ghost, Xiao Wu Ling, etc.
"I'm not prepared at all." The mustache said sadly.
"He is a true dragon, destined to fly to the nine heavens." The old man in Shroud said deeply.
No one refuted this statement. Since that man started practicing martial arts, he has followed a path that goes against heaven.
"On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, someone... passed away." Ghost-faced Yama took out the small notebook again, and wrote this paragraph on it one by one. Luoxia fell into a deep sleep, and he would record this day.
"Why are you still a little sad?" Cang Qiong murmured.
In eight thousand years, it’s rare to see a junior look at each other like this, and now he’s leaving?
Why!
Under the sky.
There were a lot of sighs.
The man left.
This farewell, I don’t know when we will meet again.
This farewell may be an eternal farewell.
Under the moon.
Zhao Yun picked up the wine and walked eastward.
The fate of Tiansha Lone Star destined him to be lonely all the way.
As he walked, he disappeared.
In other words, it suffered a spatial change.
When he appeared again, he saw an endless sea.
It is the southern region, and now it has been classified as the territory of the Great Xia Dragon Dynasty.
A strange combination of circumstances?
Beginning and end?
Zhao Yun looked around and stood alone for a long time. Such an unforeseen change in space moved him to the southernmost part of Daxia. Did this make him have to walk the same way he came from?
Whatever.
Take a good look at this land before you leave.
He lifted his feet and walked across the sea against the night wind.
It wasn't until he walked onto a small island that he settled down silently.
It was still the same old tree. Under the tree lay a petite fox. It was Long Fei's nine-tailed fox.
"Got to go?"
"Um."
He also sat down and sat for a long time.
That night, Concubine Long was buried here.
At some point, he got up and disappeared into the night.
Forget the ancient city.
His hometown.
After the war, this small town has regained its vitality. Even at night, it is still bustling. He is covered in a black robe and walks among the shadows. No one knows who he is, he is just a passerby.
Facing the front is a beautiful shadow.
Nai Liu Ruyue was also forgetting the ancient city.
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Um?
After walking far away, Liu Ruyue suddenly looked back and scanned the bustling crowd.
"Miss, what's wrong?"
"It's okay." Liu Ruyue closed her eyes and walked away.
Zhao Yun met too many acquaintances, including Yang Xiong, Lao Xuankong, Reckless, Lao Yangtou, Yang Dawu...
He didn't show up, just a passerby.
In front of the Zhao family's residence, he silently settled down again.
After the war.
The world was at peace, the world was at peace, and the Zhao family returned one after another and rebuilt the Zhao family mansion.
He saw Zhao Chuan, now the head of the Zhao family, who built this mansion exactly like in his memory. It was still as warm and cozy as in his memory, which made him feel hazy.
"Disciple."
The Moon God's sudden words woke him up from his drowsiness.
Zhao Yun raised his eyes and looked at his consciousness.
The moon god has risen and stepped off the moon.
"I'm leaving." Moon God smiled softly.
"Where to go."
"Return to the God Realm."
"Have a good journey." Zhao Yun smiled.
“Only by never forgetting your original intention can you succeed.”
Moon God reached out his hand through his consciousness and flicked Zhao Yun's face.
With these words, she soared into the sky like a dreamy divine light.
This is the first time she has stepped out of Zhao Yun's consciousness since the ninth life blessing. She did not choose the wrong person. This young man named Zhao Yun is more amazing than she imagined. She gave Zhao Yun a chance, and Zhao Yun also gave her a big gift.
Good luck, I hope her disciples can sing loudly all the way.
Eh?
Before the moon god could enter the misty sky, he heard a yelp.
It was Zhukong, the sanctioner of the mortal world, who was studying the chess classics. He sensed the divine power in an instant, and when he looked at it with big eyes, it turned out to be that girl from the Moon God. She appeared out of nowhere, and she was a soul.
body status.
never mind.
Now that you have come to the mortal world, don't leave.
Zhukong cursed secretly and reached out his hand in the air.
"The first favor is to let her go." Zhao Yun said immediately.
Zhukong raised his eyebrows after hearing this, and the hand he stretched out actually stopped there.
He is a god, and the favors he owes must be repaid.
In just an instant, the Moon God disappeared.
What a god! Even a remnant soul can walk through a special passage.
She wanted to take Zhao Yun away, but unfortunately, Qian Kun in the mortal world stopped her.
Zhao Yun quietly looked up at the stars, watching the Moon God leave.
After a long while, he closed his eyes and looked at his consciousness again.
The Moon God was gone, but the moon was still hanging over him, like a distant dream, and it made him feel trance-like.
That year, he was the moon god he met in Forgotten City;
This year, he was also the Moon God sent away in Forgotten City.
Although the god named Xiu'er tricked him from time to time, he was a good and conscientious master. He was used to the moon god being in his consciousness, and he was really not used to it when he left like this.
"Boy, you are so good!"
From outside the sky, Zhukong yelled loudly.
Understood.
He understood everything.
No wonder Zhao Yun is such a monster.
No wonder Zhao Yun knows so many untold secrets.
No wonder Zhao Yun always encounters opportunities wherever he goes.
It turns out that there is a god hidden inside that kid.
And, what’s more, she’s the God of the Moon.
This means that the one who played the game with him was not Zhao Yun from beginning to end! It was the disciple of the Moon God who killed a thousand swords and faced the God of Chess. It’s strange that he could win. It’s a shame to lose these two favors.
!
Scold after scold.
Favors still have to be repaid.
He is a god, and the promises he makes will be recorded and recognized.
It's just that small.
If you dare to break your promise, your karma will be ruined.
He is also thinking about breaking through to a higher divine position, and he must not let his guard down in this matter.
Zhao Yun left again. When passing by Qingfeng City, he glanced at his old friend.
The so-called old friend refers to Yan Tianfeng and Qing Yao. He returned to his hometown many days ago and is sitting under the moon, playing the piano quietly.
When Zhao Yun came, the sound of the piano stopped for a moment.
Qingyao stood up suddenly and chased out of the small garden, but saw nothing.
There is a dry well in the barren mountains and ridges, which is quiet and dark.
Zhao Yun passed by and stopped for a moment.
It was here that he and Youlan took refuge when they were hunted down.
It was also in this well that he found an ever-burning lamp.
He closed his eyes and continued on his way.
After he left, a beautiful figure came here by accident.
Those are Youlan, a former Rashomon killer with extremely beautiful eyes.
She jumped into a dry well and didn't come out for a long time. Here is her best memory. A man named Zhao Yun pulled her back from hell to the world.
Yin Yue Wang Tomb.
Zhao Yun poured out a piece of wine to pay homage to King Yin Yue.
So far, the Netherworld is still closed, and even he, a quasi-immortal, can no longer summon it.
Soon, a woman walked out of the tomb.
It was Ziling, the tomb keeper of the Yin Yue King lineage. Seeing the drinks in front of the tomb, she subconsciously looked around.
Zhao Yun walked and arrived at the southeast border pass.
Under the moonlight, you can see the red-flamed handsome lady standing on the city wall.
Next to her, hanging the lotus lamp, dyed with colorful flames, was pregnant with Chu Wushuang's spirit.
"May you be resurrected soon."
Zhao Yun murmured and turned around slowly.
Chu Lan looked back, and the fire of the lotus lantern also swayed.
Not far from the border, there is a small tomb with a woman leaning on the tombstone and falling asleep.
That is Feng Wu, buried in the grave is
Her brother was brutally murdered by Yin Ming, imprisoned in torture, and dragged into the battlefield as cannon fodder.
The wind was cold, causing her delicate body to curl up.
When she opened her eyes, she was covered with a cloak, and there were three more sticks of musk in the incense burner in front of the grave.
Zhao Yun is still walking.
Back then, I went all the way north to avenge my father and save my mother.
Now, he is still heading north, and his journey is longer than he imagined.
The night is quiet.
He is like a lonely ghost, wandering in the darkness.
Hewu!
A cry from the forest broke the tranquility of his mind.
It was a dart team, and you could see a woman riding a horse, wearing a fancy dress and looking heroic.
"Xi Ling."
Zhao Yun murmured in his heart, walking gently by, he couldn't help but recall a past event.
That year, he was chased by the devil and rolled down the hillside, but was saved by the escort Xi Ling. A fragment of Qingjue was obtained from this girl. Unexpectedly, he met her again in the same place.
"Miss, I will never meet him again."
"I love walking this road."
The escort team is getting further and further away.
And Zhao Yun's back became increasingly lonely.
Forgetting the river, he went to offer a stick of incense to Mengdie.
In Shanhe Village, he went to pay homage to a generation of barbarian kings.
In the old grave in Gushan, he sat holding Miaoyu's wedding dress for a long, long time.
The night in Tianzong is peaceful and quiet.
When Zhao Yun walked up to Zizhu Peak, he saw Mu Qinghan dancing his sword under the moonlight.
In front of Yun Yan's grave, there are her scattered petals, which are the master's favorite flowers.
Zhao Yun stood on the top of the mountain and could see Tianzong at a glance. He could see Yang Xuanzong sitting in the pavilion drinking tea, he could see Old Taoist Ouyang refining weapons, he could see Dan Xuan refining elixirs, and he could see Old Chen Xuan and the others looking at the new year's goods.
Zhuge Xuandao.
His clothes are spotless, he comes quietly and leaves quietly.
The imperial capital at night is still full of flowers.
I always see a bald man running back and forth chasing the Peach Fairy.
After all, I was scolded and still shameless.
Zhao Yun went to see Linglong and saw her painting, as if she was painting him.
He entered the palace, gave Long Yang an immortal spell, and gave Yu Ling a chance. Before leaving, he also left a jug of good wine for Long Zhan.
After going around in a big circle, he finally entered the East China Sea.
The road of mortals at the end of the sky is still so bright with stars.
"Second favor: protect Daxia."
Zhao Yun whispered, naturally speaking to the punisher.
Zhukong could certainly hear it, but his face was extremely dark.
"The third favor."
Zhao Yun did not say clearly that he left this favor to his relatives and friends.
If some year, relatives and friends encounter unforeseen changes, you can find someone to punish you.
"Mortal Realm."
"I am leaving."
He took one last look at the world and embarked on his next journey.