On the bank of the Lechuan River, next to the bridge, Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan stayed for a long time, and finally prepared to leave.

"Hey, why is there an extra line of words on the stone?"

Just as the two of them were about to pass by Sanshengshi, Murong Wan's voice sounded.

Zhong Zihao looked up and saw that there was indeed a small font on it, and the traces were particularly new. If you don't pay attention, it's really not easy to find.

"Who are you with on the Sansheng Stone? The wish of the past life, the present life is scattered, and a few sighs of the dream are won!"

He read it again, and somehow, he always felt that there was a familiar aura. But no matter how much he tried to break his head, he didn't understand where that familiar feeling came from.

"Jun Tianxiao that guy, how can you write this style of font?" Zhong Zihao said with a smile.

These words are obviously very delicate, not like they came from a man's hand.

He didn't hear Murong Wan's answer, he looked sideways, but saw the latter staring at the small words in a daze, and his eyes were already moist.

"Wan'er, what's wrong with you?" Zhong Zihao was surprised and wondered.

"For some reason, when I look at these words, I always feel a heartache. ”

Murong Wan shook her head, depressed. This feeling came very suddenly, and it came from her heart without warning, and she couldn't say why.

"In that case, let's get out of here. Zhong Zihao said.

Hearing Murong Wan say this, his mood also fluctuated a little.

"Wait, I want to leave something!" Murong Wan shook her head slightly, at this moment, her mind was extremely complicated.

After that, Shui Yin's sword was unsheathed, floating and jumping, and lines of soft fonts gradually appeared:

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the flowers bloom and the leaves fall forever. Cause and effect are destined to live and die, and three lives are destined for life on the stone.

The flowers and leaves are wrong, but the bridge has been waiting for thousands of years. Huangquan is held by two people all the way, and it is difficult to forget the love on the riverside of the three roads.

Zhong Zihao read it carefully, and saw that there was both helplessness about love and a contradictory feeling of fate between the lines.

He didn't ask much, and shook his head slightly: "Wan'er, let's go!"

"Hmm!"

The two clasped their hands together and gradually moved away, and from time to time they could still be seen turning around and taking a nostalgic glance in the direction of Sanshengshi.

At first, the two of them rarely spoke, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

It wasn't until he walked far away that Murong Wan suddenly said, "Zihao, I remember you said that when you just regained your memory, you also accepted a disciple in Suyang City, which seems to be called Chang Sheng?"

"Yes, that guy is still an old man, and he has a good talent. A smile appeared at the corner of Zhong Zihao's mouth, and a figure flashed in his heart, it was a young man with a pair of clear eyes like morning dew.

"When will you go to Suyang City again, I also want to meet him and see how your vision is?"

Murong Wan seemed to be particularly concerned about this matter, and she didn't even notice it herself, because the restored spirit had just been fused, and during this time, it might affect some of her emotions.

"Let's go to Suyang City to have a look after we go out, speaking of which, more than three years have passed since we first saw that little guy, and it's time to go back and have a look." Zhong Zihao said with a smile.

What he was thinking at this moment was that when he went to Suyang City this time, he had to settle the Qin family well. Qin Zhining has been missing for a few years, if she doesn't show up again, it is estimated that the Qin family has a lot of opinions about herself.

This time, the speed of the two of them was extremely fast, except for Murong Wan's cultivation to recover, but also because they had that strange armor, the pressure on Huangquan Road was almost not felt.

Along the way, the blood-colored flowers on the other side are still so charming, they look so beautiful, so shocking!

The two figures smiled at each other and walked hand in hand. On the long Huangquan Road, their bits and pieces were recorded.

......

A month later, the two returned to the Guiyuan Domain, and after inquiring, they learned that Huangquan and his party had spent more than half a year, and it was really "easy to live in the mountains, and the world has been prosperous for thousands of years".

"Wan'er, this place is not far from the Hun Tian Sect, let's go and say goodbye to Sect Master Shen, shall we?" Zhong Zihao proposed.

Out of the Valley of Fallen Souls, it was autumn in the outside world, looking up at the blue sky, deeply breathing the breath of nature, the two of them were in a good mood, and there was a feeling of being separated from each other.

"This is nature, and I should thank them!" Murong Wan smiled, she was still so holy and moving when she returned to her peak state.

She naturally understood what Zhong Zihao meant, the two of them were able to find the entrance to Huangquan Road, all of which were the result of the guidance of Shen Tai, the sect leader of the Hun Tian Sect.

"Okay, let's go!" Zhong Zihao smiled, grasped the beauty's slender Yiyi, and soared into the air.

A man and a woman turned into two streamers and swept across the sky, like a fairy couple, which is enviable.

The two of them cultivated extraordinary, their speed was extremely fast, and they flew thousands of miles in a short time, and before they reached the Hun Tian Sect, they heard the sound of a fight in the distance.

Zhong Zihao frowned slightly, the Hun Tian Sect is the most powerful sect in this area, not far from its mountain gate, who dares to fight here?

Obviously, Murong Wan also had this idea, the two glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, and quickly gathered their breath and landed, following the sound of fighting.

In an open space in front of them, there were two groups of people fighting to the death. On one side, there are four Void Realm powers, three in the middle of the Void Realm, and one in the early stage of the Void Realm.

On the other side, there are only two people. No, strictly speaking, it should be said that only one person came to fight.

It was a man in his forties, holding an ink pen about two feet long, waving like the wind. As soon as he shook his hand, a brilliant light erupted from the tip of the pen, tearing through the void and stopping the attack of the four.

The man was dressed in an ink-colored robe, his black hair was tied into a neat bun on the top of his head, set in a delicate white jade hair crown, his clear face showed a perfect contour in the sunlight, and a pair of slender and clean hands waved from time to time, showing a scholarly temperament.

His hands are like lightning, his actions are like the wind, and his body is elegant. If it weren't for the murderous spirit of a few people on the other side, people who didn't know the truth would have thought he was writing, where would it be like fighting with others to the death?

The man's cultivation was obviously inferior to the other four, but his combat power moved Zhong Zihao and Murong Wan, and his strength was not weaker than any of them in the field. The ink pen in his hand passed, and all the swords and swords disappeared suddenly.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to protect a woman in a yellow dress behind him in the big war, it would not be difficult for him to retreat calmly.

The woman in the yellow dress is about eighteen years old, with a slender figure, long hair draped over a vest, gently held by a pink ribbon, as if there is a smoke and haze, delicate and incomparable, and her complexion is beautiful, and she cannot be forced to look at.

Even in the midst of the war, there was no panic on her face, and only worry appeared in her eyes when she looked at the multiple wounds on the man who held the pen.

In the distance, there were seven or eight young men with beautiful faces, all of them were heroic and extraordinary, and they were all around twenty-five years old, but their cultivation was at least the sixth order of the Heavenly Extreme Realm.

Obviously, this is a group of heavenly pride, at least in a place like the Guiyuan Domain, with such a talent, it is not an exaggeration to call it a demon.

"Nangong Yizhi, as long as you let us take Huangquan away, our major sects will not embarrass you!" shouted an old man in the middle of the Void Realm during the battle.

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