His figure disappeared from the roof of the shop, and when it appeared again, it was already on the road to the south.

....

Time has passed a long time.

A figure that seemed much faster than the Demon Sect appeared on an official road.

When he appeared, he was already standing at the front of a galloping carriage.

The horses dragging the carriage did not notice much difference, but the driver on the front of the carriage was suddenly shocked and his hands were unconsciously exerting force, so the carriage slowed down.

Chen Ziyun didn't care about the coachman beside him.

He just nodded to Lin Wangbei in the carriage and then looked at Chen Nian opposite Lin Wangbei with a very cold expression, and asked, "Who are you?"

The carriage then continued to head towards the northern border of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

When it was in the smoke and dust, it disappeared into a mountain gorge at the next turn of the road, Hebayue's figure also appeared outside a teahouse by the road in the distance.

He frowned deeply at the disappearing carriages.

At this time, he was sure that the battle in Guanlong had already had a big accident, and even the aura of the Big Dipper had appeared and then completely disappeared.

This means that Yuwen Yan has also left the world.

Of course, in his plan, Yuwen Yan was not his ally and had to leave this world.

But being killed in this battle was completely beyond his imagination.

Of course, what made him most absurd and incomprehensible was that the Demon Sect did not arrive.

As winter goes and spring comes, any qi has fixed rules for evolution.

Even the stars in the sky

Chen and the tides of the sea are no exception.

How could a person like the Demon Sect refuse to pick the sweetest fruit?

Since killing Chen Nian is his last step to truly reaching the top of the world, why did he strangely not take this last step?

"Are you crazy, or is this world suddenly crazy?"

Hebayue smiled, but his face turned pale, but his lips were a little bloody, "I can't understand it no matter how much."

...

Because I wanted to stop or even look back, the Demon Sect was not in a hurry to leave.

Soon he had a horse.

The horse carried him all the way south, because the warmer the south, the closer the spring, the more fresh and tender grass buds were drilling out of the soil. Therefore, the old horse that had retreated from the battlefield and was sold to the market by a horse dealer, might have to consume its last life like an ordinary mule in the process of carrying loads and carrying things on the sheath, and was getting more and more happy.

It had many knife wounds and arrow marks on its body, but as it continued to walk south, it gradually forgot about the things on the battlefield.

This kind of casual and casual journey also seems to have restored it to more vitality.

But when walking on some uphill mountain roads, the injuries it suffered still made it difficult.

On the hillside of a mountain, the Demon Sect stepped down from its back.

He patted it on the back.

Some pure energy poured into its body, and the old horse's turbid eyes lit up.

It licked the back of the Demon Sect's hands very humanly. Seeing that the Demon Sect didn't want to ride it anymore, it naturally followed behind the Demon Sect.

This mountain is not high.

There are no mountains as we go south.

But the mountains are continuous.

It stayed in the mountains with the Demon Sect for a night. When it was almost noon the next day, it and the Demon Sect came to the top of a mountain.

The shade of this mountain is full of bamboo forests and some wild tea trees. The tea trees are all in relatively low and humid places, with water vapor lingering and insufficient light. The tea leaves do not show the emerald green or dark green color, and the leaves are a bit strange and slightly purple.

In addition to the sunny side, there are many peach trees and wild cherry trees in addition to some palatial cedars.

At this time, there were just tiny buds on the peach trees, but the wild cherry trees were already blooming all over the mountains.

The flowers of those wild cherry trees are very small and have a single purple-red color. It seems that there is no attraction to see one, but the wild cherry trees are everywhere in the mountains. After they come into view, they give people an extremely magnificent feeling.

The old horse walked slowly, gnawing on the tender buds in the mountains.

Almost no one comes to this kind of barren mountain, and even the weeds seem to grow in the outer field, which seems to be less tender than the green grass on the wilderness and on the road outside. Of course, it cannot understand why the Demon Sect came to such a place.

There are many smooth stone plazas on the hillside covered by wild cherry blossoms, with many pits on it, decaying wooden stakes and burning marks in the pits.

He stood on a small stone plaza, looked at a stream in front of him, and then his eyes passed over the stream and fell to a stone plaza not far away from the opposite side.

The place he is standing now is the residence where Wu Guzhi was practicing in the Holy Sect of Guangming. There was originally a very exquisite wooden building on this stone floor.

And the stone plaza where his eyes were now set on was where he lived.

Wu Guzhi's wooden building was originally empty, but one day when he returned here from outside the mountain, he found that he had an extra junior sister.

Later, the Holy Sect of Guangming was destroyed in his hands, or rather, under the control of the cultivator named Yuwen Lie and the forces behind him. After he left here, he kept fighting with all kinds of people, walking towards higher places, and he had indeed forgotten a lot of what happened here.

It wasn't until he wanted to stop that he returned here for the first time many years later.

At this time, he stood here and began to remember some of the things he had done back then.

When he found out that he had an extra junior sister here, he felt that his junior sister was not as lively and active as those of other junior sisters in other sects, and it seemed that he did not look like the kind of existence with extremely excellent talent and amazing people.

She also seems to be very average.

I don't like talking either.

What I said most was the two words that came to call him to eat while eating.

He always thought that his junior sister was a little weak, a little too childish, and a little too ordinary.

He was undoubtedly the best talented disciple in the Holy Sect of Guangming back then, and undoubtedly the teachers and teachers of the Holy Sect of Guangming back then. He would naturally become the strongest among the disciples of the Holy Sect of Guangming back then.

So many times, seeing her a little weak and childish look, he often put down his bowl and looked at her after dinner, and he couldn't help but think that if such a junior sister is not good, she may only be the senior brother who takes care of her more and protects her more in the future.

That's what I thought at that time.

However, after leaving here, he had long forgotten these things and had long ignored them.

Isn't it great if I don't kill it?

It was not until now that he stood on this stone plaque that he remembered those fragments back then.

...

The Demon Sect went to the mountains to hunt a few hares, peeled and washed them in the stream, and then set fire to the place where they had eaten before and roasted them golden.

He left a roasted hare, ate the rest, slept on the stone pavilion where he lived for the past one night, and then led the horse to continue traveling south.

After leaving here, he was a little aimless, and at first he didn't even think where he must go.

However, as he walked, he found himself heading towards Jiankang.
Chapter completed!