Liu Qinghuan walked all the way west along the Tianyuan River and went back along the road he had come to back then. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Tianyuan River is adjacent to the Quyan Swamp, traversing the entire Zhongyu Prefecture, and then the Xiling Prefecture with high mountains and long waters, when he and Yun Zheng walked for several months, Liu Qinghuan rode the small hoof horn beast to reach Tongda City in only half a month.

As a mortal capital, Tongda City is a prosperous scene where merchants from the south and north gather here.

Liu Qinghuan didn't fall, only glanced at it in the air and then went straight to the direction of the Hengwu Mountain Range, and it took a long time to find the small mountain col back then.

The green mountains are faint, the green water is long, and the small cave where he first drew qi into his body and stepped on the path of cultivating immortals has collapsed halfway, and the other half has also become a nest of foxes.

Liu Qinghuan didn't alarm them, he hid all his breath and quietly fell to the big tree at the entrance of the cave, touched the trunk with nostalgia, and drifted away.

The section of the cliff he fell down stood quietly in place, even the broken silver hidden in a tree hole was still the same, Liu Qinghuan silently put away the blackened silver, stepped lightly under his feet, and went up with the wind, and the once insurmountable cliff was thrown under him in a few strokes.

Now that he was no longer the teenager he was, decades had passed, and when he walked the way he had fled, he seemed to see the hungry people with swollen faces, and heard the wails and despair of the night.

Step by step, Liu Qinghuan seemed to see the overlap of time and space, on the left was a hungry and panicked mortal boy, numbly dragging his steps in despair, and on the right was a young immortal cultivator with flying clothes, his eyes were full of starlight, and he was moving forward faintly.

Old man Liu, have you seen that the little beggar you adopted has walked out of his own life with the help of the "divine book" you have given him, and the dream you once chased all his life has come true in him.

It's just that the war in Ning'an City forced him to flee in a hurry when he was only ten years old, and he couldn't even let Old Man Liu go into the ground for peace, so he only covered up his body with a broken mat and rotten grass.

Liu Qinghuan slowly walked along the bluestone street to the north of Ning'an City.

The houses in the north of the city are still the most dilapidated in the whole city, and the narrow and low thatched huts are huddled together to form dark and dirty alleys.

All the people who passed by looked sideways at Liu Qinghuan, although he was just an ordinary green coat, he was neat and straight, not at all like the people in this place who had been crushed by labor.

At the corner, the two women were gathering together to rub their teeth, looking at Liu Qinghuan who was walking by, and pointed without hesitation: "Is this a scholar from which academy, why did you come to our place?" ”

"I don't look like a scholar, you look at his style, tsk!

"You can pull it down, the second young master of the Chen family has always had his nostrils facing the sky, and the street is not wide enough for him, I can't wait to make a big pants ten zhang wide! I think only people who have read books are like this!"

"Speaking of which, have you heard, Second Young Master Chen fell in love with the little daughter-in-law of the Xie family, who married Chongxi, and heard that they had come to entangle him several times, and the Xie family was about to die of anger, and they didn't dare to make a sound......"

The two of them didn't suppress their voices when they spoke, and the topic came to the second young master Chen with irrepressible excitement, Liu Qinghuan was just a passerby, and it was rare to say two sentences on their lips.

The gossip of the world floated over intermittently, but it couldn't reach Liu Qinghuan's ears.

He looked a little dazed, and slowly found the beggar's nest. However, the streets of this city have changed a few times, and they are very different from before.

It's just that this search is extremely meaningless, even if it is found, what if it is found? The beggar's nest is not the same as it used to be, and Old Man Liu's body will not be there.

There was not even a grave bag, and Liu Qinghuan couldn't worship if he wanted to, so he could only go around in this winding alley, looking for the beggar's nest that had spent ten years together.

Old man Liu was a rich and wealthy young man, and he scattered all his wealth in order to cultivate immortals, and he had the true classics of becoming immortals like "Sitting and Forgetting the Book of Eternal Life", but because he had no spiritual roots, he could only waste his life, and he was aging as a pile of dry bones in a beggar's nest that no one picked up.

Thinking that he handed over the "Sitting and Forgetting the Book of Eternal Life" to himself back then, he probably didn't expect that he would really embark on the road of cultivating immortals because of this. And if I didn't have this scripture, I would probably be in the mundane for a lifetime, and in the end it would be just a handful of dry bones.

And even now, he is already a foundation building monk, if he can't pass the Jiedan level, the end will still be the same, and there is not much difference.

The road to immortality is endless, like a boat sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Liu Qinghuan had walked to the deepest part of the alley, only to see a thatched hut with a big hole standing at the end, and a beggar with hair knotted together like a spider's web squatting at the door, holding half of the broken bowl and struggling to plane.

The beggar felt Liu Qinghuan's gaze, raised a fierce face, but after looking up and down, his face showed a look of suspicion and some fear, turned around and slipped into the black hole.

Liu Qinghuan knew that many pairs of eyes were quietly looking at him in the dark, except for a few who were slightly younger, they were either old or young, or sick.

He didn't care, he just stood still.

Unexpectedly, other places may have changed, but the beggar's nest is still the same one back then, but the hole in the roof of the thatched hut has been replaced, and the extra cracks in the wall have been randomly blocked with clods of soil.

Liu Qinghuan was making a lot of noise, but a few young beggars rushed out with sticks, holding their bony chests, and shouted: "Boy, where did you come from, what are you trying to do standing here for a long time? This is not the place where you should stay, hurry up and get out of here, otherwise your little body can't eat stick sores!"

Liu Qinghuan put away all his thoughts, only nodded, and turned to leave.

Behind him came triumphant shouts and wanton ridicule.

But he knew that behind these laughter were a group of people who were suffering in the world, holding on to the last bit of dignity.

Turning a corner, Liu Qinghuan's figure disappeared, and in a blink of an eye, he was in the sky above Lin'an City.

The Hengwu Mountains are higher and higher to the west, and there are many monsters in the mountains, which are more dangerous than the Quyan Swamp. However, from this side, it was only the periphery of the mountain range, and the Shaoyang faction was in that big mountain, all the way to the north and the Xingyue Palace, and there was the Nanwu Temple up to the top, which can be said to be a large number of immortal cultivators.

Liu Qinghuan was going to go all the way north along the Hengwu Mountain Range, over the towering Kunwu Mountain, to the Hidden Immortal Sect in the north, and then go back to Eagle's Nest City for a short trip.

However, before he could fly out of Ning'an City, countless frightened screams suddenly came from the ground!

Looking down, I saw that whether it was a mountain peak or a flat land, all of them were undulating like waves, and the houses of the entire Ning'an City were like being built on the water and swaying with the waves, and they collapsed in an instant when they couldn't stand the rubbing, and the cracks on the ground were like an abyss!

Liu Qinghuan's face changed greatly, but he turned his head to look at the west!