The rain has not stopped.

Gui Yun pursed his lips, raised his hand stiffly, released a wind escape talisman, and suddenly a ray of inspiration rolled up the two of them and flew out of the air.

The escape light was extremely fast, and it had already swept out of Jianchuan City in the blink of an eye. After a few breaths, it flew into the territory of Yunlan Ancient Ze.

Gui Yun grabbed Yan Li's wrist tightly, stared at his dark eyes, and controlled the escape light with all his energy.

Yan Li could feel the anxiety in the boy's heart.

His mother must have been seriously injured, and her condition would not be better than Yu Qingyue. At such a critical moment, Gui Yun did not accompany his mother, but performed the task meticulously...

What kind of power is it... No, it should be said, what kind of "faith" makes a young man so strong and so determined?

What kind of mother teaches a boy with such a temperament?

The escape light flew away, and the scenery in the ancient lake flew away like a dream.

After about two quarters of an hour, the two of them passed through the path of thousands of twists and turns, as if there was no end to the mountain mist. They came to a towering courtyard wall and rushed straight into a low small door.

Inside is a small courtyard covered with fine and soft lawns.

In the ancient house, there are two people lying quietly.

People are Yu Qingyue and Han Tieyi.

Old Ancestor Han was sitting cross-legged behind Yu Qingyue, holding Yu Qingyue's last breath with his pure innate true energy.

The dog was snow-white all over, nearly eight feet long, and was huge. It was quietly lying on the ground, motionless and weak. It only opened its silver pupils when Guiyun rushed in and glanced majestic.

"My mother!" Gui Yun shouted, with a little anxiety in his tone, but under the glance of the white dog, they all suppressed them and said meticulously, "Gui Yun is back."

The white dog closed his eyes and couldn't say a word.

Guiyun also silenced.

When Yan Li saw this scene, she already understood the origin of Guiyun. But now is not the time to talk about it.

He stepped into the house and stood in front of Yu Qingyue.

Yu Qingyue slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes that were full of sight of Shiqing were still clear. She said calmly: "Okay, old man, don't waste your true energy."

Han Tieyi stopped as he said, and said nothing - they had been together for nearly a hundred years, and there was no need to say anything between them.

Yan Li sighed lightly and broke the silence, "I'm one step late..."

"It's not your fault." Yu Qingyue shook his head and said, "Why are you dying, I can't figure out what else? You have reminded you to prevent variables. It's the old Taoist who was too careless and didn't take the people of the witch clan to heart... How evil is the matter of ghost cultivator? I should have prepared long ago..."

"The injury of the old senior..."

Yu Qingyue shook his head and no answer.

Yan Li stopped talking and listened quietly to Yu Qingyue's story.

He understood that with Yu Qingyue's medical skills, he decided that his vitality would be gone and it would be difficult to turn the world back. Yan Li was not a god, nor did he have the magical powers of immortality, and he could not save the person who would die.

The following words will be the last words of the old hero.

"Diet, not scary." Yu Qingyue said slowly, "The old Taoist Fengzhu was in his twilight years and had no fear of anything. In the battle last night, the old Taoist understood that he was really old and was useless... The prince's plan was ruined in the hands of the old Taoist..."

"Maybe things are not that bad..." Yan Li comforted.

Yu Qingyue shook his head again and smiled bitterly: "Only you can have the confidence to say this. So, at this moment, the old Taoist will hold back his last breath and want to see you."

He gestured to the white dog with his eyes and said, "The Yun Sect has stood in the ancient mountain lake for thousands of years. The greatest support is the lineage of the Venerable. But last night, the Venerable was severely injured, and the corpse demon suppressed in the prince's formation escaped. We must be known by everyone. The danger is the same, so you will naturally understand..."

Yan Li really understands.

Originally, King Shangwu's Mid-Autumn Festival trial was just a sword record inheritance. Although it was enough to move all major forces, it would never make a big fuss about it. Everyone knows that King Shangwu would not produce the best products.

But the failure last night will make everyone know that there is a stronghold of the ancient Yun Sect in the ancient mountain lake, which is invaluable! Moreover, the spiritual beast guarding the mountain has been severely damaged, which is equivalent to a treasure without any defense.

At the same time, King Shangwu did not take action last night, which shows that the Fengdu Ghost City is not as stable as expected, and there is no strong support, which will make all forces more unscrupulous.

Maybe tomorrow, Shanlan Guze will become a battlefield!

"The descendants of the prince, including those of us, the younger generations of the chariot and celebrating the chariot, those with pure character and those with excellent talent, but only you are the only one who can plan and control the overall situation. The old Taoist dereliction of duty once, and you must not dereliction of duty again!"

Yu Qingyue said in a deep voice, with a sad tone, "At the last moment, the defeat is a foregone conclusion. The only thing the old Taoist can do is to protect you!"

Yan Li was slightly stunned.

He thought that with Yu Qingyue's absolute loyalty to King Shangwu Ji Dongling, his last words would be to ask him to take over the endgame and find a way to win in defeat. Unexpectedly, it was a way out.

Immediately, he understood: In Yan Li's opinion, although the situation in front of him was bad, there was still something to do. But in the eyes of seniors such as Yu Qingyue, he was already desperate at this time.

The mystery of Yun Sect, the mystery of Yunlan Guze, the mystery of the mountain guarding spirit beast, and the mystery of King Shangwu were all broken last night. The original bluffing situation of King Shangwu could no longer be maintained.

The Mid-Autumn Festival situation has been broken.

For Yu Qingyue, he can fight for his life at any time, but he will not bet on any younger generation as a bargaining chip, especially in such a crisis!

Lao Xiantian sighed, took a few breaths, and continued, "The old Taoist told you a few days ago that in August next year, the Sky Creep Sect will recruit disciples and ask you to find a background. But now it seems that Jianchuan City is no longer safe, and I am afraid it will not be possible to wait for that time.

"The old Taoist has been in charge of Bian Que Pavilion for the Sky Creep Gate for twenty years, and always has some face. When the old Taoist goes, you take the token of the old Taoist and rush to the Sky Creep Gate as soon as possible... Fortunately, you are already skilled in alchemy, so it is no problem... there... it is finally safe..."

As he said that, Yu Qingyue reached out and took out a copper bird token from his arms. He looked at it reluctantly, and then handed it to Yan Li.

Yan Li took it with both hands and felt that the old innate hands were already cold and his vitality was indeed gone.

But there was a hot and earnest feeling coming from this palm without temperature.

The look before sending the token contains many past events and memories. It is the last thing that the old senior carries, and it is also his last bargaining chip!

At this moment, Yan Li couldn't help but remember the day when she first met Yu Qingyue, Lao Xiantian was wearing white clothes, carrying Guiyun, walking leisurely on the street, singing generous poems in her mouth.

He stood at the gate of Bian Que Pavilion with a silver whisk in his hand, shouting Han Dingwei angrily:

"For such a simple thing, you can even put on a scheming and make unreasonable trouble at the gate of Bian Que Pavilion. Do you really have no righteousness in the martial arts world!"

"You can't say that the martial arts people can do it? The old Taoist has been in the world for decades, and it is the first time he has heard of such rules. The old Taoist said this today!"

"The old Taoist has not been out of the world for a long time. Has the rules in this world been changed? Is it necessary to have a number one in the world to tell a few truths? Is the title of Fenghuozhan Dadao not loud enough? If he tells the truth, he deserves to be assassinated? The old Taoist did not register today, and was waiting for the assassins in Bian Que Pavilion!"

The second long conversation was full of care and pride for the younger generation:

"Haha, not long before I could hear the monk Guangjue discussing Zen with the younger generation with his own ears, and a 'I'm sorry monk' on the left and a 'Teaching' on the right. Even if I wait for a few more hours, I can still get the ticket price back!"

"Ali... When the old Taoist heard that you beat the broken sword and defeated the Iron Yifang, he didn't know how happy he was. Seeing you in person all night, he was even more surprised. If you could have a trace of spiritual roots, even the worst ninth level...ah..."

...

The third time we met, we said goodbye at the end of our lives.

Memories flashed in front of Yan Li suddenly felt that the token in her hand was quite heavy.

He didn't say anything because the word "刘" was too light, so he could only solemnly put the token away.

Seeing this, Yu Qingyue smiled on her old face, as if she had let go of her last thoughts.

He raised his head, his eyes crossed the doors and windows, crossed the courtyard wall, and looked at the clouds and smoke that had lasted for thousands of years in the ancient zodiac. Suddenly, he felt that everything was over, and life and death were just like this. He felt aroused in his heart and sang:

"The clouds are opened for thousands of miles, and the sky is surging down the nine levels."

"Forging a sword for a hundred years has become a hero, and talking about fighting for wine is a gentle prince."

"I have killed all the unfair things in the world, but I only sigh that there is no great harmony in the nine provinces."

"Thunder Dream woke up from the hero's dream, took off his bloody clothes and entered the Taoist palace."

"Removing the bloody clothes into the Taoist palace... Hahahaha..." The old congenital laughed loudly, emitting the last stream of pure energy from his body, purifying the blood stains on his body, making his white robe spotless again.

The old laughter is like the waves of the sword river, carrying righteousness and chivalrous spirit, flowing eastward and echoing for thousands of years.

Laughing stops, heroes die.

Even though he died, he smiled.

Be righteous...

It is illusory, and it lasts forever.

Heroes...

Wander around the market and stand tall for thousands of years.

What Yu Qingyue seeks throughout his life, cultivates throughout his life, and attains throughout his life, isn’t it chivalrous and righteous?

This is his way.

Maybe he is not considered "attaining the Tao", nor does he have the magical power of calling the wind and rain, and picking the moon with stars, but—

He is a hero!

Han Tieyijing looked at her old friend's anger and couldn't help but shed tears in her old eyes. She sighed and said, "If you give me a pen, you will take the lead after all! Remove the bloody clothes and enter the Taoist palace... You and I have practiced for decades just to enter the Tao with martial arts! At the last moment, you succeed... But at this moment, it is so short... so short..."

"Is it okay to die in the evening when I hear the truth in the morning?"

Old Ancestor Han looked up to the sky and felt sad, but Yan Li remembered something...

At the last moment, Yu Qingyue was able to purify himself with true energy, which was tantamount to magic. Is this the use of martial arts to enter the Tao?

Martial will, one's own cultivation, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the three are integrated into one...

Martial arts, will, souls...

Yan Li's eyes suddenly flashed with divine light, and she turned around and said, "Guiyun, lend me your spirit-suppressing talisman."
Chapter completed!