The ancient wind continent is so big, once the three of them master and apprentice are completely far away, the chance of meeting them again in this life can be said to be very small, even if there is still a chance to meet, I don't know how many years later, thinking that Yu Mengmiao will be forced to marry someone else by the fairy who broke off love, thinking of Miao Miao's liver and intestines when she couldn't help herself, thinking that her beloved will eventually marry a woman, thinking that the two of them are happy but can only be separated from each other, Qingyang's heart is like a knife for a while.

Only when you lose, you realize that the other party is more precious, only when you part, you feel more and more important to the other party, only when you experience it yourself, you feel more and more that kind of heartbreak, a few days ago, I am afraid that this matter is not as big as the blow to Qingyang.

Before, Qingyang was barely breathing, because he wanted to find Yu Mengmiao as soon as possible, but now this breath was released in an instant, the blow to him from the failure of the Jiedan, the sequelae of the demons when he broke through, the hard work and exhaustion of the past few days, and the sadness of never seeing Yu Mengmiao again, all hit his heart at this moment, Qingyang finally couldn't bear it, and his body fell to the ground as soon as he was crooked.

This forest is quite quiet, not only monks, but also demon beasts, Qingyang fell to the ground and remained unconscious, but there was no accident, but there was a burst of rain in the middle of the night, lightning and thunder for a long time, almost the entire forest was watered.

It took a day and a night before Qingyang woke up from a coma, his sanity recovered a little, and he could barely sit up, but at this time, his body was extremely sore, and the dantian was empty, because the divine thoughts were consumed too much, and the pain in his whole head was unbearable, and it seemed that he had a fever.

Monks generally don't get sick, because their bodies have long been cultivated differently than ordinary people, but there are also special circumstances, such as Qingyang's this time, multiple blows come together, even if he is beaten with iron, he can't stand it, but he is really sick this time, for the first time in decades.

Fortunately, these ailments are a piece of cake for the monks, and they only need to meditate for a while to force some sweat out of their bodies, and this little sickness will soon be cured.

What is more difficult to treat than illness is heartache, some time ago, Jiedan just failed, and before he had time to slow down, he had to bear the bad news of Yu Mengmiao's departure, and anyone who encountered this series of blows could be devastated. The matter of Yudan is better, last time the demon did not damage the foundation of Qingyang because of the Yuhai Pingbo Sword, and after a little cultivation for one or two decades, I feel that the state is almost the same, and I can try again, with the current situation of Qingyang, maybe there is still hope for Yudan, but once Yu Mengmiao leaves him, the world is big, how can the two hope to meet again in the future?

Thinking of this, Qingyang's heart was extremely depressed, as if the whole world was gray, life seemed to have no fun at all, there was no fighting spirit at all, Qingyang knew that he couldn't do this, but he couldn't lift his spirit, and he didn't have the spirit to do anything.

Qingyang didn't have a good rest after coming out of retreat, and then chased Yu Mengmiao's master and apprentice for several days, his divine thoughts had long been exhausted, his true yuan was exhausted, and his physical strength was seriously overdrawn. The white hair on the sideburns, the tiredness on his face, the melancholy in his eyes, and the muddy water on his body from a night rain, now Qingyang's appearance is somewhat similar to the sloppy Taoist who once gave him the Wind and Fire Order.

Qingyang raised his eyes and looked around, not knowing what to do, to chase Yu Mengmiao's master and apprentice? I don't even know the direction, how can I catch up? People have long since left, what's the use of thinking about this for yourself? What happened today, maybe it was God who was hinting that she had nothing to do with her, and if she continued to be so entangled, she might really be wasted, so it was better to give up.

Do you want to go back to Jiuxian City? But what are you doing when you go back with such a depressed look? The group of people who came to the Gufeng Continent together at the beginning died and left, only Xiying and Xiao Yuhan were still left, what could they do when they went back? Do you want to watch their husband and wife show affection, or do you ask them for shelter?

After some hesitation, Qingyang simply gave up his choice, instead of racking his brains here, it is better to be casual, wherever he goes, he can do whatever he wants, isn't he not experienced enough? Then go through the experience, and learn from the old master Songhe who wandered the rivers and lakes.

Thinking of this, Qingyang's heart suddenly brightened, and the previous haze suddenly dissipated.

Qingyang moved his sore body, just sat on the mud floor, took out two spirit stones from the talisman and held them in his hand, meditated quietly for a while, and when Zhenyuan recovered a little, he forced out some sweat, and the pain in his body immediately dissipated.

Standing up again, Qingyang felt refreshed, although his divine thoughts were still a little exhausted, but it had little impact on his actions, he had been under too much pressure during this time, and he finally let go today, he suddenly laughed three times at the dense forest, startled countless birds in the forest, and took out a jar of spiritual wine from the drunken immortal gourd and poured it into his mouth, and then the jar fell, and strode forward.

Since then, there is one less cautious Qingyang in the world of cultivating immortals, but there is one more chic and comfortable Qingyang Sanren in the mortal world, he plays the wind and dust, wanders the rivers and lakes, rewards the good and punishes the evil, robs the rich and helps the poor, he is not rough, informal, only a pot of wine accompanies him, leaving a lot of legends in the mortal world.

Winter goes to spring, spring comes to autumn, and it's another year.

In this year's time, Qingyang doesn't remember how many roads he has traveled and how many places he has visited, anyway, he is living at ease, walking well, he doesn't even know where he is now, where he is about to go, in short, he lives a casual and free life, unrestrained, no longer has to work hard for cultivation, and never worries about spirit stones.

On this day, he walked to a city, and after wandering outside for a year, Qingyang did not forget that he was still a monk, and it was impossible for him to break away from the monk group for too long, so when he knew that there was a monk city nearby, he came here by the way.

This immortal cultivation city is not too big in the ancient wind continent, it cannot be compared with the wine immortal city, but the scale is not small, at least it is much larger than the immortal cultivation cities in the Zhongsha region and the Kyushu continent that Qingyang has seen, with a radius of at least hundreds of miles, stretching endlessly.

Qingyang didn't have any special purpose here, that is, he came to the neighborhood, and overheard some monks say that there was a city of cultivating immortals here, so he came over casually to take a look.

Coming to the gate of the city, Qingyang looked up, only to see that the plaque on it had three words written on it, Qingyang had not heard of Qingfu City before, and he didn't know what kind of place it was, so he casually found a few Qi refining cultivators at the gate of the city to understand the situation.