In the middle of the night, on the deserted island, Zhu Kong and Zhao Yun, the old and the young, were having a lot of fun. One wanted to leave, the other refused to let go, one was absent-minded, and the other was very happy to win.
The one who wants to leave is Mr. Zhao.
Wouldn’t it be nice to go to Daxia to visit relatives and friends in March and May?
However, Zhukong dragged him and refused to let him go, with the attitude of fighting for eight hundred rounds. Of course, there was some personal grudge. Thinking back to the past! Zhao Yun and Yueshen teamed up to dig a hole for him. The loser was so embarrassed.
Qu, although it was the Moon God who defeated him, Zhao Yun also had a share.
Whenever he thinks about this matter, he feels extremely pained.
"Listen to my advice and don't go to the fairy world."
Zhukong said leisurely, but there was still a lot of profound meaning in his words.
The fact that the Immortal World Punisher ignored him does not mean that he does not know the situation in the Immortal World.
The battle three years ago was so huge and the fighting was so brutal.
Zhao Yun's relatives and friends were dead and wounded.
Who is still alive is not being hunted?
The most important thing is that the Moon God is buried, the Emperor Immortal is dead, and the two great gods who can hold up the scene are gone. Even if Zhao Yun goes to the immortal world, how can he make a comeback and be passionate?
"Senior, you should know me."
Zhao Yun glanced at the chess game and casually made a move.
No matter what the situation is, he will definitely go to the fairy world.
This is his Taoist heart and his obsession. Just like back then, when he set foot on the worldly road alone, even if the future was bleak, even if it was a disaster, he would have no regrets.
The punisher fell silent, and unconsciously recalled the past.
Who hasn’t been young and frivolous?
Zhao Yun today is just like him back then, with such a will that is like an immortal brand.
While they were talking, another game ended, and Zhao Yun was defeated miserably.
"Let's go!" The punisher said calmly and waved his hand casually.
"Thank you, senior." Zhao Yun stood up, bowed his hands, and turned to leave.
"Am I getting old?"
Behind him, there was the murmur of the punisher.
I don't know from which year or moment, he became timid and timid, as if he had forgotten his original intention.
Here, Zhao Yun has left the small island.
He was covered with a black robe, facing the wind, and walked on the sea.
At night, the sea surface is sparkling, and there is a unique scenery. Sometimes I see warships passing by, patrolling the territory of Daxia, and the war flags standing on the bows of the ships are ringing. Sometimes I see people passing by, and I subconsciously glance at them with strange eyes.
, there is still fear hidden in his eyes.
"I seem to have seen this person somewhere."
"Well, the back looks very familiar."
"The aura is vague, he is probably a reclusive expert."
The mutterings under the moon came and went, mostly talking about Zhao Yun.
However, Zhao Yun was covered up and no one could see his face clearly.
He was like a tourist, wandering back and forth in the Southern Territory. He went to the ancestral home of Xiaocai Fan's family and the hometown of Yan Ruyu's family. He walked around the Fire City and took a look at the Dead Sea. It was here that he met him.
Heaven, I wonder if that guy is safe in the fairy world.
Basking in the light of the morning sun, he left the southern region and headed north.
The great mountains and rivers in my memory are as warm as in my memory.
When night fell, he silently walked into Wanggu City.
This place where he was born and raised is the comfort of his soul.
"Baozi, freshly baked buns."
"Sir, you haven't been here for a while."
“Those who have money support themselves by money, and those who don’t have money support themselves by others.”
The ancient city of Forgotten is still so lively and prosperous, and you can hear shouts wherever you go.
Zhao Yun walked by like a breeze, looking at each other along the way. The long street is still the long street of the past, and the shops are still the shops of the past, but the people coming and going are no longer the people of the past. As time goes by, there are always people in more than a hundred springs, autumns, winters and summers.
When you grow old, there will always be someone who is buried in the grave.
He stood quietly in front of the Zhao family ancestral hall.
Under the ancestor's tablet, there were many more spiritual tablets, and the names of people he was familiar with were engraved on them. They were all his relatives. When he left and returned home, he was already separated by heaven and earth.
"Three. Third brother?" ??
A sudden call came from behind him.
Zhao Yun calmed down and looked back subconsciously, and saw a middle-aged man.
It's Zhao Chuan, now the head of the Zhao family, the ninth oldest in their generation.
"It's me." Zhao Yun smiled.
Tonight, the Zhao family closed the door and put on a banquet.
No one in the Zhao family, young or old, was absent. The elders were in tears, while the little ones were ignorant and looked at Zhao Yun curiously. They had never seen this person before, but they felt very friendly.
"It's good to be home." Zhao Yun smiled with a lot of vicissitudes of life.
There are relatives in the hospital, some he has seen, and some he has never seen.
The family members in the hospital had endless words to say and endless sadness.
That night, he didn't use his magical power to relieve his drunkenness, and drank until he passed out.
His room is still there, and after many years, he sleeps in the same bed again.
He slept for two or three days.
No one bothered him, and no one spread the news of his return.
Everything is peaceful and quiet.
On the fourth day, I saw him leaving the room.
He sacrificed his origin and tempered his body for his people.
Before leaving, he left behind a lot of skills and secret techniques.
The ancient city of Forget is still full of flowers at night.
He walked quietly like a tourist.
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In front of the military store, he calmed down silently. The old leader Sun was deceased, and only Yang Da and Wu Er were in the store. They were both married. They were such a harmonious family that he couldn't help but feel in a trance.
While he was watching, something hit him under his feet.
When I looked down, I realized it was a ball made of bamboo.
There was a child of three or four years old, who was staggering over and picked up the ball without forgetting to look up.
"Where are your parents?" Zhao Yun smiled.
The child was a little timid and pointed into the distance with his little finger.
Zhao Yun looked around and saw a familiar figure.
It was Liu Ruyue, hurriedly coming from not far away:
"Cheng'er, why are you running around again?"
When she saw Zhao Yun, she couldn't help but be startled.
Even though Zhao Yun was covered in black robe, she could still recognize who it was.
"Your child?" Zhao Yun touched the little guy's little head.
"I picked it up on the roadside when I was traveling." Liu Ruyue whispered.
"My cultivation has already surpassed that of Tianwu, so why can't I become an immortal?"
"It's good to be in the mortal world, coming and going, but just watching the way home."
Zhao Yun was carrying the wine pot, and Liu Ruyue was holding the child, one on the left and the other on the right, walking slowly down the street, like old friends they hadn't seen for many years, with no deep feelings or grudges, and every word they spoke was indifferent.
Too many people looked sideways, mostly looking at Zhao Yun.
To be able to walk with Liu Ruyue, this person is definitely not an ordinary person.
When they arrived, no one recognized Zhao Yun, let alone knew that these two were the golden boys and girls recognized by Wang Gucheng back then.
At the end of the long street, Zhao Yun was walking away.
"Zhao Yun, I'm sorry."
Many years later, Liu Ruyue said these words again.
Zhao Yun waved his hand behind his back and disappeared into the dark night.
"Mom, who is he?" The child named Cheng'er raised his little head again.