"Father, you have finally returned, but have you reached the end of the world?"
Zhang Hongchen's body was extremely full of blood, and his energy and spirit penetrated the heaven and earth. It was obvious that his cultivation had recovered, and he was very happy to see Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen has a bad face and an overwhelming aura.
How can there be any reason to leave your mother to someone else to teach you?
Zhang Ruochen said in a serious tone: "Take good care of you...take good care of her. If anything goes wrong, I won't forgive you."
Zhang Hongchen was not afraid of Zhang Ruochen. He glanced at the girl-like Ling Feiyu and said with a smile: "Father, are you doing a good deed?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Ruochen said.
"Meet Master Hongchen."
Ling Feiyu remembered this mysterious strong man who had always been by his side when he was a child.
Regarding Zhang Ruochen's legends and heroic deeds, this mysterious strong man told her over and over again, and also told her to work hard to win favor. She didn't understand it well at that time, and she still doesn't understand it now.
Zhang Hongchen put his hands behind his back and happily accepted Ling Feiyu's salute, looking quite proud. It wasn't until he felt the coldness in Zhang Ruochen's eyes that he quickly helped her up.
"Go home quickly."
Zhang Ruochen scolded, and in his anger, he felt light-headed and his eyesight was a little dark...
The divinity of heaven strikes again.
When he was away, it was really one person's family all over the world. No one could control Bai Qing'er or Zhang Hongchen!
After seeing off Zhang Hongchen and Ling Feiyu, Zhang Ruochen went to the cemetery of the ancestors of the Moon Worship Sect to pay homage to his deceased friends.
"Wow!"
The devil rat emerged from the cracks in the cemetery. It was in the form of a rat, with a shriveled body and gray beard. It was already extremely old.
"Master Chen?"
"Oh my god, Master Chen has actually come to worship the Moon God Cult, to pay homage to Master Chen, and to pay homage to the Great Emperor!"
The demon rat knelt down and knelt down to worship.
Hearing the sound, Qi Feiyu, who was guarding the cemetery, walked out with a pestle stick.
She is old too!
The black hair is not visible, and half of the head is white hair.
Although she no longer has the peerless elegance of when she was one of the four great beauties of the Liang Yi Sect, and no longer has the stunning beauty of the divine saint, she is still clean, old and natural, and has great temperament.
Who says beauties are not allowed to grow old?
"Senior Sister Qi, why are you guarding the cemetery in the Moon Worship Sect?"
Zhang Ruochen felt incredible. After all, Qi Feiyu's cultivation level was not low and he was a great Taiyi god.
"During a battle, I was injured and my life span was greatly depleted. In order to recuperate, I simply came here to live in seclusion for peace and quiet." Qi Feiyu seemed very indifferent, without any ambition to compete for fame or fortune.
Under the leadership of Qi Feiyu and Shen Mo Shu, Zhang Ruochen walked into the cemetery to pay homage to Ling Xiu and other old friends.
Search the cemetery.
Zhang Ruochen came to a short tomb that was about to disappear completely, dug out the tombstone that had been lying in the soil for many years, straightened it up, and wiped it clean.
"The Tomb of Zixi!"
When Zhang Ruochen returned to Kunlun Realm, he met Zi Qian who was already dying in Tianmo Mountain, and gave her a chance. It seems that her cultivation level has improved since then.
It is hard to find beautiful flowers in autumn, so Zhang Ruochen picked a kumquat and placed it on her grave.
Goodbye, killer girl.
Cold dew brings decay to all things, and frost is imminent.
The yellow leaves on the trees are about to fall off, ushering in the bare winter.
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Zhang Ruochen used the ancestral energy to help Qi Feiyu and the Demon Rat refine their physiques, increase their longevity, and restore their energy, energy, and vitality to their youthful state.
At least I can live for another Yuanhui.
Qi Feiyu did not restore her youthful appearance and did not want to waste her cultivation on it. She told Zhang Ruochen that Lin Suxian had passed away and Luo Xu lived in seclusion in Luoshui alone.
Zhang Ruochen left the Moon Worshiping Cult and first went to the Holy City in the Eastern Region, and then went to Luoshui to visit Luo Xu.
Had a big drink with Luo Xu.
The next day, when leaving Luo Mansion, I bumped into another wave of monks who came to visit Luo Xu.
The divine ship docked at the Luoshui River, and a stunning figure wearing a white veil stepped out.
There were countless young monks following him.
Zhang Ruochen didn't know whether it was because of his drunkenness or the influence of the divine nature of heaven. He was half drunk and half awake, so he asked a warrior next to him: "Who is this?"
"You don't even know her? This is Su Langhuan, the leader of the new generation of Confucianism and Taoism, a descendant jointly trained by the divine ancestors of the Shuqin and Shuqin sects, and the successor of the fourth Confucian ancestor's Dabai Dao Dharma inheritance, which is the most powerful in the Kunlun world today.
Hot guy."
Another person said: "It is said that the new chapter of "Heroes" was compiled by her, and she is traveling around the world, visiting outstanding people in various fields."
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Zhang Ruochen's mind gradually drifted away, and looking at Su Langhuan's appearance, he could see the essence of her soul.
I saw Han Qiu’s soul.
"Are Luo Shuihan and Nalan Danqing crazy? Looking for the reincarnation of Han Qiu to be the leader of the new generation of Confucianism and Taoism, and to inherit the Taoism of the fourth Confucian ancestor, do you think that they can use this to make a murderous god who practices the dark way dark?
Concubine, become the reserved, benevolent and righteous person they want to see?"
Gradually, Zhang Ruochen fell into his own conscious world and left Luo City like a zombie.
But this time, he didn't fall down like before, his body still moved forward according to its original consciousness.
It took several months to walk along Luoshui to Tianmo Ridge.
Zhang Ruochen could clearly sense that the state of his soul had gradually reached its peak, his injuries had healed, and he could compete with the divinity of heaven.
As long as the final barrier is broken through, "self" can completely escape and reach the transcendental state of the beginning and end of heaven.
The Eastern Region has experienced several catastrophes, and the landscape has changed dramatically.
Although Tianmo Ridge is still called Tianmo Ridge, it is no longer the same one and no old ruins can be found.
Yunwu Commandery and Qianshui Commandery... have also gone through great changes and become the dust of history.
This winter has been extremely cold.
The entire eastern region turned white.
Zhang Ruochen walked alone in the knee-deep snow and entered Wangshan Mountain.
The cold wind roared like a giant beast, shrill and harsh.
Palm-sized snowflakes hit his head from time to time, and his body seemed to turn into a snowman, with only his face and hands still visible.
Arriving at the depths of Wangshan Mountain, Zhang Ruochen exhaled a breath of white air and wiped the snow off the tombstones one by one, revealing the words on them.
Lin Lan, Prince Yunwu, Zhang Shaochu, Zhang Yuxi, Prince Mingjiang, Lin Lingshan...
In recent years, many new tombs have been added.
Among them is the calamity.
"Mother, fourth brother, ninth sister, twelfth imperial uncle, Ruochen are back. Life has come full circle, going round and round, and back to the place where we started."
Zhang Ruochen leaned on Lin Lan's tombstone, sat in the thick snow, and spoke to the air: "I really miss you, you know, I almost forgot about you all, but now I have forgotten them all."
Get up... Haha, why do I have a feeling of being lost in the morning and evening... I shouldn't..."
"Mother, do you know that Ruochen has grown up and has become what you most expect..."
Zhang Ruochen looked at the word "Lin Lan" on the tombstone and thought of many things in his mind. When he woke up from a nightmare and saw her for the first time when he was sixteen years old, he saw that she was so young and gentle.
As I thought about it, the fatigue of hundreds of thousands of years came over me, and I gradually closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Wake up again.
The snow has stopped and the sky has cleared.
Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and looked at the warm winter sun in the sky. His eyes changed from confused and green to deep and sharp, and his whole person was like a sword that had been washed away from rust.
Pushing away the thick snow on his body, he stood up again.
At this moment, the wind and snow have stopped!
"Life is a circle, and only when you have completed it can you truly understand what you are. The Ninth Prince, the Holy Prince, the Divine Envoy, the Great Elder, the Fengliu Sword God, Di Chen, and the Great Emperor of Heaven are all just names given by others. Zhang Ruochen can only be
Zhang Ruochen."
"You can just sleep here and go away. I will come back to see you next time."
"This road of life, I'm afraid I can't stop for a moment, I have to move forward forever..."
Zhang Ruochen's figure became extremely resolute, like an immortal mountain or a boundary monument between heaven and earth. He turned around and walked on the white snow with more and more firm steps.
This turn around is leaving an era behind.
Walking out of Wangshan's ancestral land, we passed by the Zhang family's mansion.
It was the winter solstice, and the direct descendants of the Zhang family came back to gather together one after another. It was still noon, and there were lights and colorful decorations, and it was very lively.
Children play and play, young heroes discuss swords and swords, and old people comment on current affairs.
The Zhang family's mansion here mainly consists of the descendants of Chi Kunlun, Zhang Shaochu, and King Mingjiang. I don't know how many generations have passed, and they are all young people under the realm of gods.
Zhang Ruochen didn't want to disturb them, but just as he was about to leave, he spotted several familiar figures.
The origin of their souls can be seen at a glance. They are Zhang Shaochu, Zhang Yuxi, King Mingjiang, and some deceased brothers.
They actually reincarnated and gathered together to eat venison around the fire.
It is a custom in the Eastern Region to eat deer during the winter solstice.
Zhang Ruochen's lonely and deep heart was suddenly filled with joy, knowing that it must be the altar that preserved their souls, and it must be Chi Yao's handiwork.
"Sister Ninth, long time no see!"
Zhang Ruochen calmly sat down by the stove, took the chopsticks, picked up the venison in the pot and ate it happily, without the outstanding image of a great emperor.
Zhang Yuxi's reincarnated eyes lit up and she asked with interest: "How do you know that I am the ninth oldest child in the family?"
"Because I am also the ninth oldest."
Zhang Ruochen bumped the reincarnation of Zhang Shaochu who was sitting next to him with his hand: "Hurry up and eat, what are you doing in a daze? Don't you suspect that I am not a Zhang family member?"
"Of course not. Haha... Let's eat together, it's the winter solstice again, everyone is reunited!"
Everyone raised the white jade cup together.
Pour a full cup of wine and take a big sip. If you have wine now, you will get drunk now.
The wine on the winter solstice lasted until the sun hung over the horizon and the sky began to darken.
Zhang Ruochen looked at the people lying on the table, and his mood suddenly changed from passionate to calm. After the excitement, there must be endless emptiness.
Got up and planned to leave.
Having broken through the realm, Zhang Ruochen was ready to end his journey in this world. Looking at the fiery red sunset on the river and the vast white mountains outside, he felt that all the past events were disappearing before his eyes, so he smiled knowingly.
When a great era comes to an end, the smoke and lights are where everyone ends up.
He is going home!
Just like those survivors who fought in the starry sky, they returned to their own world, back to the fireworks on earth, back to the white clouds and blue sky, back to the small misty city, or the lonely misty desert, with the sunset over the long river.
Passing through the setting sun, Zhang Ruochen walked along the ancient stream path and sang into the gradually dimming night.
“The night is vast, the road is difficult to travel, and many friends, enemies, and relatives are withered.
The lonely moon shines brightly, the empty mountain is silent, the road is over, and the past events become memories.
I recall that when I was young, my arrogance was soaring through the sky, thousands of waters were fighting with swords, and the phoenix tower was like rain of gold and jade leaves, and the building was full of red sleeves and moves.
That winter in the West Courtyard, the red building was covered with white snow.
In that city in the Eastern Region, there are footprints left on the stone steps.
Tonight, I dreamed of returning to the Yunwu Kingdom, and the mist was misty in the Luoshui sky.
On New Year's Eve, thousands of houses are lit up, Kongle Mountain outside Shengming City.
The green mountains of Liangyi are beautiful through the ages, and the blood god's dark and endless abyss is there.
There is a great banquet in the hunting sky to compete for superiority and inferiority, and the world of mortals is competing for superiority and inferiority.
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The young man has passed away and it is difficult to look back. I can only regret and keep it in mind.
You can't find it, you can't go back.
I don’t want to do it, but I can’t stop.
Tianmo Ridge, Eastern Region City, Blood God Sect, Sword Tomb Road.
Mountains and rivers have changed their course, and hundreds of generations have changed.
Hall of Truth, Fengdu City, Dark Abyss, Twelve Squares.
Walking through the ruins, it is difficult to see traces of the past.
There is no sky in the east, there is no way in the west. The mind in the south, the rain field in the north. The nine states in the middle region are trillions and billions.
It's another year of "Heroes". The white-haired old man in Wutian Yutian is driving in the bustling city. He lifts the curtain to see the newcomers. I see bright lights hanging on the long street, beauties follow talents, heroes talk about the world, tonight... they must be unable to sleep while singing.
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Chu Siyuan, Zhu Hongtao, Wan Ke, Lingshu, Lei Jing, Man Jian...
Never see each other again, life or death.
Ao Xinyan, Junior Sister Zi, Senior Uncle Ji, Emperor Xia Yu, Kong Miaojiao, Feng Xi...
How many people have you betrayed in your life?
Kui Lianghuang, Kong Fanning, Gong Nanfeng, Yin Xuetian...
It is sad and sighing to be unable to escape from a lifetime of obsession.
Farewell! Qingcang, Tiannan Life and Death Market is still there.
Farewell! The sky is covered with snow, and the portrait is hung high in the ancestral temple.
Farewell! Kongfanning, from now on there will be no death or death in the world.
Farewell! Yan Tingqiu, God's will plays tricks on people, people deceive God, and ultimately they deceive themselves.
Farewell! Yan Renhuan, Yan Huanyu, the Yama clan has never lacked its backbone.
Farewell! Fourth Ancestor, there is inheritance in the world.
Farewell... Feng, your little phoenix, I will take good care of it for you.
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The white hair and beautiful woman are buried in the green hills, and the sky is covered with a handful of loess.
Who remembers that the bones of heroes were buried beside the road beside the weeds?
The fishermen and woodcutters talked and laughed by the river, and the wine houses reviewed books for thousands of years.
The world of mortals is still there, and new people change their appearance.
It’s all gone, separation, reunion, joy and sorrow are everywhere in the human world.”
Zhang Ruochen stopped by the river and looked towards the wasteland at the edge of the universe. There was heavy fog coming from across the Beize Great Wall.
"Kong Le, go to the Beize Great Wall to investigate."
--End
Stand up, disperse, and leave.
Serialized for nine years, from July 3, 2015 to June 25, 2024. This story is about regret, persistence, madness, desolation, unwillingness, forgetfulness and not forgetting.
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I don’t want to write a single word today. I will finish writing this essay and Easter egg chapter tomorrow and share it with everyone.
Human Ancestor, Nine-Death Different Emperor, so wonderful...these remaining pitfalls, as well as the plot between Fudo Myooh, Zhang Ruochen and the heroines, are all updated in the extras, so they will not be included in the main text!
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