The fire on the deserted mountain is still lit.

Yu Qixiang secretly glanced at the backs of her father and Mr. Lu Jing in front of a cliff twenty or thirty feet away.

Whether it was Princess Fengyang, the female official of Nanzhao, or Taoist Aunt Huang Long, Ning Yandong no longer dared to sit down.

Even after Yu Gan got off his horse, he smiled at them, stretched out his hand towards them and said in a trembling voice: "You guys sit down while I look for Lu Jing."

But if Yu Gan doesn't sit down, no one will dare to sit here anymore.

Even Princess Fengyang, who was accustomed to seeing big shots in Daleiyin Temple and was a member of the royal family of the country, could only stand there calmly and did not even dare to look at Yu Qianyi's back.

What kind of emotions are mixed with it?

Princess Fengyang actually couldn't figure it out herself. Yu Qianyi was no longer the martial arts leader of the past, nor was he an unparalleled powerhouse who could overwhelm all the martial arts warriors in the world.

He is already old and may not be around for long, but Princess Fengyang still remembers that her wise father once said to him...

If there is anyone in the world who is worthy of immortality, it is only King Yu Qianyi of Chong'an.

Not to die...how difficult is it?

Even the immortals in the sky are bound to die, and now King Chong'an, who deserves immortality, is also going to die, but Princess Fengyang still does not dare to neglect.

She stood there with her hands down, still sighing in her heart.

This may be the first time that King Chong'an has left the three prefectures of Chong'an in more than ten years since the birth of Tianguan.

He came to Dahuang Mountain to see Mr. Lu Jing.

…

Yu Qianyi did not carry his hands behind his back. He dropped one of his hands casually and looked at the dim scenery at the foot of the mountain.

Suddenly he raised his hand and caught an insect from the air.

It was a huge locust, with slender legs and fine hairs, about half the size of a palm.

Lu Jing frowned when he saw this locust.

Yu Qian shook his head and threw the locust in his hand, and the locust turned into ashes and dispersed in the air.

"It seems this is not a good harvest year."

I don’t know what Yu Qianyi saw in this night, on this mountain cliff shrouded in thick fog.

There was a slight change in his eyes, and his face seemed to be a little tired again.

"The five Heavenly Pillars are broken. Even if Wei Xuanjun straightens one of them, the world will no longer be the same as before the Heavenly Pillars were broken."

Yu Qianyi's tone was full of vicissitudes of life: "It's a pity that the world is vast and people's thoughts cannot be unified.

Some people want to connect heaven and earth, while others want to turn heaven and earth upside down and use earth as heaven.

There are also people who just want to survive, whether in heaven or on earth.

Lu Jing, do you think this vast human world is better, or the 12th floor, five cities and 480 fairylands?"

Lu Jing shook his sleeves, and the clouds and mist on the cliff immediately dissipated.

A winding river is revealed, and a vast sea of ​​clouds is revealed in the distance.

The Yunshan Mountains are green, the rivers are turbulent, and there are beautiful scenery under the Dahuang Mountains.

Lu Jing thought for a while and said, "I have been to Langfeng City, and the mortals there can only live for more than thirty years."

Yu Qian raised his eyebrows. His voice seemed a little weak, but when he spoke, the energy around him seemed to be buzzing: "But you are not a mortal."

"In a few years, even if you are here on earth, you can live to three hundred years. If you go to heaven, you may live to live to twelve hundred years.

Ordinary people will always lament that the shadows in Xianyun Pond are long and the sun is long, and things change and the stars move several autumns. But if you can live for 1,200 years and see all 1,200 autumns, it will be enough."

Lu Jing's eyes were unmoved, and instead asked Yu Qianyi: "My lord, you were once the leader of martial arts in this world, and you deserve to live for three hundred years or even eight hundred years.

But why is the prince so old now? Why is his hair pale? Why is his energy and blood exhausted?"

Yu Qianyi never thought that Lu Jing would ask him like this, so he was a little startled, and then a smile appeared on his face: "The situation is not kind to others, and your hair will turn into silk in a moment.

And in heaven and earth... it's not just the situation that is unkind to others.

If the immortals who look down on the world don't want you to live longer, or if you become the dragon in the human chess game, you will inevitably lose a few years."

Lu Jing lowered his head and looked at the meandering river. This river did not pass through Zhongshan City, but instead meandered straight to Shengguan.

“Everyone in the world has a saying that prime years will never come back again.

But Lu Jing had a comeback. He had practiced swordsmanship in the human world, acquired a strong sword bone, and could write sharp and good calligraphy. He also had a human gentleman to protect me... So he didn’t want to go to heaven again and watch those struggles. A mortal for more than thirty years."

"Although the human world is not very good, and it is ruined and poor every year, but if some stubborn diseases can be cured, most people can live to be sixty years old. Wouldn't this be better than heaven?"

Yu Qian clenched his fists with his hands hanging casually, and said with a smile: "The human world has become extremely sick, and it is infected with a deadly poison. Two great doctors prescribed two kinds of medicines, and the two medicines collided wildly in this world.

There are also countless charlatans who have prescribed numerous folk remedies.

He not only wants to change the fleeting years secretly, but also wants to attract the west wind openly, and even more vainly attempts to save the world.

And beyond this, there is a vast sky and a vast sky, and it is not easy to drill through the sky to bring in light."

"It's not easy." Lu Jing nodded: "So Lu Jing has not achieved anything big yet, but instead of joining the same trend, it is better to cultivate his moral integrity and wait for another time."

"Wait for another time..." Yu Qianyi sighed: "It's a pity that I can't afford to wait anymore."

After hearing what Yu Qianyi said, it was Lu Jing's turn to become curious again, and he said: "Your Majesty, Taixuanjing is not a good place to go."

Yu Qian frowned and said, "It's really not a good place to go, so I plan to go back as soon as possible."

Lu Jing became more and more puzzled and asked, "After the prince leaves here, will he come back?"

Taixuanjing is the largest city in the world, and there are countless powerful people in it.

The reason why Lu Jing was able to walk out of Taixuan Capital safely was not only due to the help of Shang Min, the current swordsman, and Chu Kuangren, the leader of supernatural powers, but also because of the right time, place and people.

It happened that changes occurred in Zhenwu Mountain, and a truly strong man from Taixuanjing went to Zhenwu Mountain.

It happened that on the dragon-slaying platform in the sky, the remnant soul of Chen Baxian was eager to be resurrected today.

It happened that he and Yu Dongshen had killed Taichong Dragon Lord before, and the fate of the Dragon Slayer was enough to attract Chen Baxian's mighty power.

Among them, there are countless ministers who will sit and watch.

If Yu Qianyi wanted to live a few more years, going to Taixuanjing might not be an option.

But as Lu Jing said, Emperor Chongtian tried to control everything. The Heavenly Officials came to the world to fight, Yu Qixiang killed the Dragon King of the North Palace Sea, Yudong God entered the Xuandu and asked for hereditary supremacy... and many other things can prove that Chongtian The Emperor of Heaven and King Chong'an were not as close as rumored.

King Chong'an's affection for the prince to be replaced by Emperor Chongtian may have disappeared long ago.

But even so, Lu Jing always thought that the reason why Emperor Chongtian set off to Taixuanjing was to go straight to Taixuanjing while he still had some strength to avoid the inevitable massacre.

But he never thought that King Chong'an would tell him today... that he would come back after a trip to Taixuanjing.

"Of course I'm coming back." Yu Qian said: "The largest city in the world? It's a bullshit place. It seems to have both etiquette and etiquette. In fact, the dirty people who call themselves nobles listen to music, watch dances, recite poems and write poems all day long. They have long forgotten about the big city. There is more than one Taixuan Jing in Fu.

There are hundreds of thousands of enemy soldiers on the border, there are immortals in the sky who are watching eagerly, locusts are passing by in the fields of the people, the sun is shining brightly in the sky, and the rivers in the world burst their banks and bring about torrents... They have not defended the country I conquered, and I will not I would like to be with them."

"There are also those people who are seeking fame and reputation. When I go to Taixuanjing this time, I will inevitably have to take a closer look at them."

When Yu Qianyi said these words, his tone was very calm, and his eyes were not sharp.

It's like an old farmer next door talking about how he takes care of his crops.

When King Chong'an was in his prime, he expanded his territory and expanded his territory. Later, he protected the world during the Battle of Lingchao, and later guarded the country to prevent Qin Huo from coming.

Lu Jing had great respect for King Chong'an.

Now that I heard Yu Qianyi's words, the respect in my heart became even deeper.

"It's just that the road to Taixuanjing is not easy to walk. Even if there are soldiers from the three states of Chong'an escorting you, the road will not be peaceful."

When he spoke, there seemed to be a ray of starlight falling in the sky, and three looming eyes hung high in the sky, invisible to mortals.

It is the magical power of the Three Masters of Taiweiyuan.

Under the power of the Three Gods, Lu Jing seemed to see something.

Some people are waiting for the opportunity, and some have already arrived at the borders of the three states of Chong'an.

I don’t know how many murderous intentions are hidden on the road from the three states of Chong’an to Taixuanjing.

Yu Gan stooped and suddenly laughed: "My soldiers from the three states of Chong'an still have to fight and guard the country, but they have no time to escort me, an old man.

The purpose of counting the soldiers in the three prefectures of Chong'an is not to send me off."

Lu Jing fell silent.

Just as Yu Dongshen said, Yu Qianyi wanted to take this road to Taixuanjing alone.

Does he want to die on this road?

This former martial arts leader, now an old man, doesn't want to die on his bed, nor does he want to implicate the three states of Chong'an because of himself?

Lu Jing's thoughts were racing, and his admiration for the old man deepened.

"Or...Chong'an Wang really can walk to Taixuanjing?"

Lu Jing still couldn't forget that Yu Qianyi was a person who understood the nine levels of emperorship.
To be continued...