Chapter four hundred and fortieth: Fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, the return of the wanderer
In the past, the heaven was empty and the time was quiet; I could watch the clouds and mist and listen to the wind and rain; it could be said that I was leisurely and contented, and had endless fun. In a blink of an eye, it was the lonely season again, the autumn wind caressed the leaves, turning them yellow, and the vicissitudes of life fell on the ground; birds fell on the corridor
In front of me, I chanted softly, leaving behind the desolation of several lifetimes. The beautiful family is like a flower, but it cannot compete with the passage of time. All the good things will fade quietly, wither secretly, and finally fall into the dust. Turn into loneliness and come to my heart.
Thousands of years have passed, and the sea has changed. Qingxia Mountain is still Qingxia Mountain, stretching for a hundred thousand miles. The original lush green scenery with lush vegetation has completely disappeared, and has been replaced by a barren mountain. Thousands of years ago, one of the eight sects
The Qingling Gate has been completely reduced to the dust of history. Except for detailed records in some ancient books, it has disappeared from the memory of most people.
On the top of Cangshan Mountain, the Taoist quietly looked at the desolate and dilapidated scene around him. His expression was extremely calm, but deep in his eyes, there was still a hint of sigh that things are different and people have changed. On the Taoist's shoulders, the stupid crane was also drooping.
The mood in his head was also a little low, and he occasionally let out a few soft hums to vent his inner emotions.
The Taoist in front of him was Kong Laosan who returned to the abandoned land from the Yin Tide space. Ah-Dai and Qian Hu had some private matters to deal with. After agreeing to go to the ** Sect in three months, they left alone. As for where to go.
, but not mentioned at all.
Although several Nascent Soul old monsters in the abandoned land used the demonic energy that filled the world to resist the suppression of the ominous monument, and then used the blood sacrifice method to destroy the spiritual veins under the altar of suppression using the blood of millions of young disciples of the eight sects as a guide
, and finally the seal was broken. The Taoist had already guessed this result, but seeing Qingling Mountain become like this with his own eyes, there was still a sense of deep confusion in his heart, like a homeless wanderer, feeling endless
of loneliness.
When he left the sect for the last time, he was still in trouble. After being controlled by Gui Yunzi to kill Jin Qiongfeng, he was completely missed by the Jin family. If it were not for the protection of the sect, he would have been killed by his enemies thousands of times.
For Kong Laosan, Qinglingmen is not only a place to learn skills, but also a spiritual belonging.
Thinking back to the first time he met his master, the Jindan Patriarch of Qingling Sect, Mr. Jun, the latter promised with a smile that as long as he advanced to foundation building, he would give him an advanced skill. This kind of
The purest commitment from the heart is so precious.
Kong Laosan seemed to be lost in his own memories. After a full three hours, when the sky was getting dark, he slowly came back to his senses. He glanced at the bare Qingxia Mountains around him, finally sighed softly, and was about to leave.
Go, but before setting off, I saw four lights and shadows rushing towards me in the distance. In just half a cup of tea, I was already close.
The Taoist glanced expressionlessly, but under the cover of his spiritual thoughts, he could see clearly. In the front, a delicate-looking woman in her twenties, with double braids on her head, was running for her life, her face was panicked, and she looked pitiful.
behind, three
A man with a fierce look followed closely behind him, constantly cursing and shouting, looking very angry. This scene clearly showed that he was determined to kill.
At this moment, the woman speeding through the sky seemed to have appeared in Kong Laosan's eyes. Her eyes lit up and she begged for help, "Fellow Taoist, help me. I come from the Valley of Wind and Fire and am being chased by thieves. If you, Taoist, can save me,
Fate, Wind and Fire Valley will definitely be grateful!"
The woman's voice was soft and soft, and under the urgent pleading, there was a kind of pitiful tone, which made people feel pity for her.
At the same time as the woman spoke, the three middle-aged cultivators behind her also noticed the presence of the Taoist. However, through induction, they found that there was no spiritual power fluctuation around the person in front of them. Observing with the spiritual eye technique, there was no sign of the cultivator at all.
, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huh, considering the hundreds of years of friendship between our Infernal Sect and your Wind and Fire Valley, as long as you hand over the things you stole and follow me back to the Infernal Sect to wait for the elders, I promise to spare your life.
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Behind him, a Taoist with a copper hairpin in his hair, wearing a blue robe, and with downcast eyebrows spoke slowly, his voice seemed to contain great anger. At this moment, four figures landed on the ground one after another.
The woman's face was pale, her body was dripping with sweat, and she seemed to have overdrawn all her energy. She looked weak and weak. She had just landed and hid directly behind Kong Laosan without any explanation, even though she was also aware of the Taoist in front of her.
There is no slight fluctuation in spiritual power, but at this moment, there is no second choice.
The Taoist looked at the woman, and finally his eyes fell on the three Taoists opposite, with a hint of curiosity on his face. The three Taoists were dressed in blue robes, and there was the slightest smell of decaying corpses all over their bodies, but due to the secret method, they were concealed.
, if the power of divine thoughts had not reached a certain level, one would not be able to detect it at all.
However, the expressions on the faces of the three people at this moment are very strange. The old Taoist leader has a forbearing look, which seems to contain great anger, but he seems to be worried about something, but his old face is turned into maroon red. The two people behind him
He looks younger, with different expressions on his face. The Taoist on the left has a chest heaving up and down, and his eyes towards the woman contain undisguised murderous intent. The Taoist on the right has a sneer at the corner of his mouth, quite classy.
It has nothing to do with one's own concerns.
"Windfire Valley, Yin Corpse Sect? Haha, as expected, things are unpredictable and the sea is changing. That's all. Tell Kong about the situation here. Do the eight major sects from thousands of years ago still exist today?"
Kong Laodao spoke slowly, with a hint of desolation in his voice.
"The eight major sects a thousand years ago? Did the seniors just come out of seclusion?"
Hearing what Kong Laosan said, the woman beside him was slightly startled and asked curiously, with a hint of surprise in her voice.
"That's right,
Regardless of the situation in the secular world or the world of immortality, tell me everything you know. If the old Taoist is satisfied, it doesn't hurt to give you some benefits!"
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Two hours later, a blue rainbow flew away from the sky. Almost in the blink of an eye, it disappeared from the end of the line of sight. Such a terrifying and unusual escape stunned the four people on the top of the peak. It took them a while to react.
After opening the bottles and jars in his hands, his originally gloomy look suddenly became overjoyed, and he was obviously very satisfied with what he had in his hands.
"In the shadow of the lamp and the sound of the oar, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold. In the dream, the silk and bamboo sing softly, the building outside the building, the mountain outside the mountain, the people outside the building and the mountain have not returned. The people have not returned, and the wild goose has returned. It has long passed the Wangchuan River. The person playing the piano
Tears are all over the shirt, and flowers are fluttering and falling all over the shoulders. Falling all over the shoulders, the sound of the flute is cold, the shadows on the windows are dim, and in the smoke and the sound of oars, where is the south of the Yangtze River."
In September, the golden autumn osmanthus and the faint fragrance of osmanthus fill the city. The Qin Dynasty was overthrown and a new dynasty was established. The original Pingzhou of the Qin Dynasty merged with the bordering Hanzhou and were called "Anzhou", which means the peace of the country and the people.
As the Provincial Examination was approaching, the entire Anzhou was designated as one of the examination sites. Countless scholars from nearby flocked here, dressed in fine clothes and talking loudly. Scholars and students were everywhere in Anzhou.
Carrying a pot of osmanthus wine and a crane hanging on his shoulder, the Taoist walked through the streets and alleys, drinking as he walked. He had a rather bohemian and romantic attitude, not paying any attention to the curious or disdainful looks around him.
"Wine is good wine, but it's a shame!"
The Taoist spoke slowly, with a hint of desolation in his voice. As his voice fell, he seemed to have lost interest. He swayed and disappeared directly into the crowd.
In Shigu Village, at the entrance of the village, the stones with three ancient seal rubbings of "Shigu Village" have been completely cracked after thousands of years of wind and rain, and their original appearance cannot be seen. However, next to them, there is a stone with the words "Blue Stone" rubbed on it.
The stone monument of "Village" stood quietly, and groups of women and children chatted and played, which made it feel a little more lively than before.
The sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, and the wanderer returns.
It's just that the Taoist's eyes were extremely calm, like a third person, quietly watching everything in front of him. The mottled bluestone path, ancient willows, old locust trees, moss-covered stone bridges...
All the scenery in front of me has long been blurred in my memory, but after seeing it again, it smells like stored spirits, exuding a strong and intoxicating smell. The further inside, the stronger the feeling, but there is also something in my eyes.
Somewhat strange.
After a while, Kong Laosan stopped in front of a dilapidated thatched house, surrounded by a courtyard surrounded by hard green bamboo pieces. Looking at the familiar small courtyard in front of him, the Taoist was originally calm and calm.
His expression suddenly showed a hint of excitement, "How could it be? This small courtyard is still intact?"
The Taoist murmured, his tone full of disbelief, and he subconsciously stepped forward and knocked on the door!