The six people came out of Wang Tong's mansion and divided into two routes. Shen Yuanjing and the others went west and headed straight for Daxing City. Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling led Su Su and Zhenzhen to Yangzhou, and saw the end of the tyrant king, so they headed south.

After walking halfway, Wu Hua said, "Mr. Lang, you two disciples have a strange intention. I promised to entrust those two women to you, but I will never mention this now. I guess I have forgotten it, right?"

Shen Yuanjing said calmly: "Everyone has his own ambitions, so you can't force it. The two of them just because I was mingling with the Yin Gui demon girl, and I was persuaded not to do so, so I just left in anger."

"Ah." A shocked look appeared on Masaya's face, and she immediately lowered her eyebrows and looked pitiful and said, "It turned out that it was Masaya's fault. I'm really sorry. No matter how your husband wants to punish him, Masaya can do it."

Shen Yuanjing looked over calmly. She was still lowering her head, but her eyes were secretly glanced up, glanced at it, and then hung down. The upper part of her cheeks that could not be covered by the black veil was already red.

He sighed and said, "I remember what I taught you. If the devil's great magic is lost, it will return to nature. What's more, it's useless to me, so there is no need to do this."

Wu Hua raised his head, his eyes were burning, and he said softly: "How can you know that Wu Hua's intentions are not natural."

Shen Yuanjing's heart moved, looked over carefully, then reached out to take off her veil. She was still half shy and half expectant, and there was no sign of any pretentiousness.

"Hey, it's true that there is no trace, and I can't even see the true or false." Shen Yuanjing exclaimed sincerely: "In this way, you, the great devil, will definitely be able to achieve great success without any obstacles, and you can even get the cardinal. Shi Feixuan can't stand it."

A look of disappointment flashed across Wu's face, he put away his expectations and said, "Mr. I always think about these martial arts. Don't you feel bored in the world?"

Shen Yuanjing covered her veil again and replied casually: "Isn't what I come to this world to seek like Xiang Yutian? Is there a chance to transcend?"

"Then you will pursue two hundred years, not five hundred years old, one thousand years old. What's the point of seeing you living alone and living alone?" Wu Hua turned around and left indignantly.

...

In the beginning of spring, the earth was green. The Yellow River rolled, and it made a bend at Fenglingdu, bringing the soil along the river and sending it into the sea together.

Wu Zi ignored Shen Yuanjing for three consecutive days. Later, it seemed like the unpredictable weather. Suddenly, the clouds cleared, the rain cleared, the sun shining brightly, and even warmer.

The weather on the return journey was more than one step better than when it came. The two of them did not stop, except for a short break along the way to inquire about the news, and soon arrived here and waited for the boat at the ferry.

When he was back in the old place, even Shen Yuanjing had some thoughts flying. He looked at the river and said nothing for a long time. Wu Zai noticed it and asked softly, "Honey, have you ever had a wonderful memory here. Can you tell me to Wu Zai?"

Shen Yuanjing reached out and pointed to the west, saying, "I came down from Mount Hua, and the first time I was a heroic righteous man, starting from Fenglingdu. After many years, I can't remember what happened and who I killed. Only this river surging, coming from the sky, rushing to the sea, never returning."

The country of thousands of miles is as bright as a galaxy. Even if it was not his birth, it could be considered a homeland. The longer he stayed in the White Feather World, the more he felt that he was drifting in a foreign land.

I can't help but feel homesickness. I don't know if it's because of the bottleneck of martial arts, the inner demons that have emerged, or because I'm old, and I'm prone to miss the past.

Shen Yuanjing walked two steps forward. The river was wide and the fishing boat was still far away. He suddenly became interested and said, "I'll tell you a story."

Fan Wu looked surprised and ignored him and continued to say: "That heavy snow was heavy, Guo Xiang was only sixteen or seventeen years old..."

Shen Yuanjing intercepted the story of the Return of the Condor Heroes of the Condor Heroes, and replaced it with the era of confrontation between the Southern and Northern Dynasties. He told the story: "At that time, the bright moon was in the sky, the breeze blew the leaves, and the crows on the top of the tree were roaring. Looking at Yang Guo's back, Guo Xiang could no longer bear it, and tears burst out from his eyes." It stopped abruptly.

The eyes of Mr. Wu were crystal clear, and every time he flashed, there was a fascinating light. After a while, he asked softly: "What's next?"

"Later?" Shen Yuanjing sighed: "The qin at the top of Taihua Mountain is not cold, and it seems that the sound of Fengling Ferry is heard. There is love in the world that cannot grow old, and I don't believe that the beautiful girl will happen in vain. When we first met at Fengling Ferry, we missed our life when we saw Yang Guo."

The two of them said nothing. A gentle wind blew by, blowing the hem of the widow's skirt, hooking Shen Yuanjing's long gown. She sighed softly and asked softly: "If it were Yang Guo, how would you treat Guo Xiang?"

"I can't be Yang Guo, I can only be Yang Guo's master." Shen Yuanjing smiled and said, "The nine-curved Yellow River has thousands of miles of sand, and the waves are washed away from the end of the world. Now we go straight to the Milky Way and go to the home of the Grandma Weaver Girl."

"Oh!" A faint sigh came from beside him, saying, "Young Master Shen is full of passion and ambition, which makes Yuyan admire him very much." With this sound, a graceful beauty slowly walked over.

Her beautiful eyebrows were inserted into her temples, her eyes were as dark as a dot of paint, and her skin was like a flawless white jade, white and delicate, and shiny.

If she hadn't self-destructed her identity, who would have known that this woman who seemed to be too old to be a woman, was actually in her sixties or seventies. Perhaps her only flaw was her eyes, which were indifferent and vicious inside, and there was a trace of fatigue left by the years.

When Shen Yuanjing's story was halfway through, Zhu Yuyan came over. Until he finished listening, he couldn't help but speak out.

Wu Hua called out "Master", walked slowly over, looked around, and saw that no one else came, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Master, you shouldn't have come alone, did Elder Dan not bring my words?"

Zhu Yuyan wrinkled and said, "Danmei said it, but do you have a little exaggeration? Even if this kid is powerful, he can still defeat the four major sect leaders. Even if it is Yu Wenshang and You Chuhong's in person, I am not afraid, let alone you are helping."

Wu Hua smiled bitterly, not knowing where to say it. Although not everyone in the world considers martial arts based on their age, it is also a common truth.

She had no choice but to pull out the two slashes of the demons and said to Shen Yuanjing: "Wu'er had no choice but to be an enemy of the husband, so she asked the husband to show mercy."

Zhu Yuyan realized something was wrong and turned around to look at Wuxia. Seeing that there was no charm between her eyebrows, there was a sense of sorrow. She didn't know what she thought of, and her face suddenly changed. She suddenly turned around and rushed towards Shen Yuanjing screaming.

The world suddenly darkened, and the sound of howling wind came to Shen Yuanjing's ears, rolling up huge waves and surging, trying to destroy the shore and embankment.

In the darkness, the tornado brought the river water to the sky and poured into it. The sound of wind turned into the sound of rain. A flash of lightning broke through the air and hit Shen Yuanjing's chest.

Shen Yuanjing calmly snorted slightly, as if the sun was falling from the sky, falling into this dark cloud, sweeping everything away and returning to Qingming Festival.
Chapter completed!