After accepting Li Haoran's gift, Yan Mufei saw a world as soon as he entered his divine thought. His sight was just the tip of his iceberg. The magic weapon of the cave heaven is a territory made up of supreme spiritual power after shattering the void. Only real earth immortal cultivators can cast it into the cave heaven, but the area is only a moment in size.

The magic weapon given by the boy was a heavy object that he could not measure in words, but the middle-aged man did not perform too well, but kept in his bag and raised his mouth slightly, "You have some conscience, and at least I remember this character."

Li Haoran shook his head and sighed: "There are few people in the world who can talk about relatives. My father-in-law must be the first to be forgotten."

The boy's words were always so heavy, as if he was carrying a lot of things on his body, and his words sounded different. I remember what he once said, Li Haoran came from the mortal world, and in a mortal land, although the boy was well-known in his hands and eyes, he could not stop the parting of heaven. It would be difficult to come along the way.

There are very few words among men, but from one side, you can also hear the sadness that belongs to men. Suddenly, the middle-aged man felt a little soft, which was truly recognized by the son-in-law and said with a good voice: "Since you are back, you might as well take a few more days off and come here to see each other again. I don't know what year tonight."

Li Haoran nodded, and he had this intention. He wandered above the alien world, thinking about the women in the sky. Today, he returned to his hometown, but only one or two people could meet, most of whom had withered.

Things are different and people are not enough to stop everything. If you want to speak, tears will flow first.

Although it is not enough to cry, it is enough to make the young man feel a little intimate, feel at ease, and be open-minded.

The old man packed up his things and put away the fishing gear. There was no fish. Some of the processes were already destined by others.

I once said that the way of heaven has long been relieved in my destiny. The way of monks is to be a mortal, and the life of a hundred years ends, and what I am waiting for is death. Only by walking against the heavens can we walk out of the world and see the higher and wider mountains, rivers and rivers.

When they returned to Shenfeng, the three of them were careful and did not attract too much attention. It was just because Yan Huang'er's return was destined to cause movement. Although the young man could only use his own hand to pacify the world, he would not wave it with a sword.

True strong people can only swing their swords to stronger people. They have learned to grow in the journey, seen blood and tears, and have achieved this today and have an endless heart.

I also heard the news about Yan Mufei. Many people came to hear the sound, but they were stunned and did not see the deity.

What is funny is that Yan Murong actually started to disappear and ran away with Zhen Shuirou. Now Shen Feng is still guessing whether the old king is going to do something again.

These scandals are just speculations, but the reality is that Yan Murong was suppressed by Xiao Fenghuang and did not dare to look back, for fear of being arrested. He would hit him completely with the "cultivation" method, and he would not be able to bear it. Therefore, he would take one step first and keep the trouble to solve it himself!

It was an unrestrained heart, but Yan Mufei had forced himself to take the position. He had long wanted to lose his high position and run away. Go happily!

The sky is high and birds fly. As the pride of all birds, the phoenix's arrogance cannot be changed overnight. The so-called resolute nature is like this. Yan Murong is focused on the sky and has soared ninety thousand miles today.

It is very comfortable to return to daily trivial matters without distractions.

Green water flows eastward in the mountains and fields, and the laughter and joy of the boys and girls come to an end in the sunset. The ordinary time always flows silently. Once the long river of time begins, it cannot stop. After all, there will be a day for gathering and dispersing, and each one goes.

Half a month passed by, and suddenly arrived on the lakeside again. I saw the waves swaying, and the silence was silent on the side, without the chaos of silk and bamboo, but I felt very sad.

When I go home, laughter is always fast, and the long river under the current returns to nature. There is no trace of lingering sound, quiet and peaceful. After more than ten days of planning, it will eventually be completed.

He talks tens of thousands of times, but he can't say it in his heart. If he says too much, he cares more and depends on the safety of his children. If the future is sunny, the middle-aged man will be satisfied.

He said carelessly: "Let's go! Let's go quickly, don't put it here to show your love, I'm annoyed!"

Although it was not very good to hear, the boy still felt the man's intentions. Everything that was worried about gains and losses was like the flowing water of gathering and dispersing, but it was a little invisible, making people helpless.

"Well, okay. After leaving this time, I don't know where to return home. I hope my father-in-law will take care of himself and not force him to worry."

The young man said this, but he felt a little uncomfortable when he listened to Yan Mufei. He was like an old man like a candle in the wind, and he had to take care of everything. His body was not so weak that he did not need to take care of others.

It's just hurting people's hearts, always so ruthless, coming and going, when will it take to stop? The boy, who knows that he will have to be alone next time when he sees him?

Whether it is a man or a woman, Yan Mufei is unwilling to give up. He said that Li Haoran is his child, who has this status, but he does not have the qualifications. A man is determined by all directions, but he is tired and hard. When can he stop and rest? He said that others are at ease, and he is carrying the burden, and he doesn't know when he can calm down.

On the edge of the stream, the flowing water is uninterrupted. Once it rushes, the water flow can stop unless the source is eliminated. However, no one can tell where the source of the water is located. The young man's road seems to be a road without returning. His figure is walking on the dark road, and only those bright lights illuminate his heart. He leans on the sword to the sky, and I don't know where the road will be back?

When Xiao Fenghuang left, she didn't cry, but her eyes were just a reluctance. Yan Murong also came back and was away for many days. She had to come back for a goodbye.

It is said that parting is for a better reunion, but the next reunion may be separated by heaven and man, and there is no way to see each other again.

"Take care of yourself!"

The boy clasped his fists and parted with him. The middle-aged man nodded on his own and murmured: "Peace all the way."

When I looked back, the two figures disappeared, leaving only a trace of breath, and there was a small square tower in my hand, which revealed that the boy was waiting for here, not a dream, but his heart was still a little empty, as if everything was going too suddenly, making this energetic man aging instantly, turned around and left slowly, and there was another remembrance of the wind and rain in the world.

In the mortal world of Yanhuang, it is still the same. With the afterglow of the sunset, all the people of all walks on the way home. After a day of hard work, when you return home, you will feel a different feeling and a heavy heart will be relaxed.

Looking at the countless pedestrians in the streets and alleys, but there is no abyss familiar to young people, I can't recognize them. The ancient Tang, the ancient Qin and others have long been covered in the dust of history.

The tomb that the boy had set up with his own hands also turned into a land of no one, and came to a familiar and unfamiliar scene. The boy walked in the place where he knelt down for three years, lifted up the weeds beside him, and took care of the somewhat lonely tomb. After looking at it, the wind blew through the boy's white hair and felt a hint of loneliness.

A little soft and sweet breath came from behind Li Haoran. Yan Huanger pounced on Li Haoran's shoulders without saying anything, invisibly, making the boy feel a hint of gentleness.

He smiled and said, "Distance between life and death is a normal human nature. What's more, when they walk, they feel at ease, their lives are impermanent, and they can be relieved and have no concern for the world. It can be considered a colorful life. I am not lonely, I just can't hear their words, I can only miss it."

After bowing to the three graves, the boy picked up a glass of wine bowl and poured it on the ground. He said, "Ran'er is so good, I hope my parents will have no worries for the rest of their lives! There are also joy. Life is not limited to trivial matters in front of you, but also someone is worthy of attention in front of you, so don't ignore them. This is the most beautiful scene in your life."

After saying that, the boy smiled and felt very happy. When he turned around and left, he never noticed that a wild flower grew beside the weeds, which was very eye-catching.

Dugu Yunrou sat in the yard, late at night, the water waves were flooding with the moonlight, and two figures came in. The man who had been waiting for a long time improved. He looked at the three people not far away and sighed softly, but he didn't care much.

Children and grandchildren only have good fortune, so they don’t need him to care, but after they part today, they don’t ask about their return date, and when they look at each other in the future, what year will they take? Seeing the three of them go away, Dugu Wuyi also returned to the back mountain, the forbidden area that belonged to him, except Yun Rou, no one can enter. He sat down next to the bud, pointed to a bright star in the sky, and whispered in a low voice: “Look, that’s our daughter, she has grown up.”

This trip came and left quickly. Except for the familiar people, everyone else was fruitless. Leave a moment more time and you will be more concerned. It is no different to the boy, but you will be reluctant to leave the two girls.

If they were allowed to continue to stay in Yanhuang, the boy could agree, but neither of the girls recognized it. There were many trivial matters in the sky, and there were many people who were lost in the sea of ​​stars, so the boy should not be given a little more trouble.

When I came to the Yanhuang Star, I was surprised to find a strange figure. The man was tall on the galaxy, as if waiting for something.

When the boy appeared in front of him, he opened his eyes and asked slowly, "Li Haoran?"

"Senior, is it..."

It was only when I got closer that I saw this person clearly. I was resolutely an old man, but I didn’t see it too much, but my facial features looked a bit like an old friend.

This man used Taoism to cover up his breath. When outsiders saw it, they could only see a cloud of clouds and mist, and could not peek at his true face. He was a master. Let’s talk about the moment when Taoism dispersed, and the young man captured his power. He was an immortal emperor and an old immortal emperor.

"You don't know me. But I have heard a lot of rumors about you, the most common one is with my father. Zeng Yan said that there was an apprentice who became a master, who was proud of his life, and he was unpredictable in his hands. Every word of the word can shake the size of the star field."

After the old man said this, Li Haoran finally understood that there were only three people who could be called "master" from ancient times to the present.

Without saying anything, Li Haoran recognized this person at once. He was the foundation of the Yanhuang world and the person who truly brought this title to Yanhuang, Xuan Yanhuang, the son of Xuan Dongliu.

"By seniority, I should call you uncle."
Chapter completed!