This sentence is obviously a nonsense. Countless evidence shows that the Liu Xin that Hunter Wang Yue saw appeared here. Shaking his head and without waiting for Jin Meng to reply, Wen Yang sent the old man away and let Jin Meng beside him. Jin Meng was obediently waiting in the car without any expression of dissatisfaction or spoiledness, because she knew that Wen Yang must have encountered an extremely important thing at this moment, and he must have to think. At this moment, he should give him space and time to think, and this is the way to solve the problem. In fact, at this age, Jin Meng is indeed a perfect woman.

Walking alone by this cemetery, the tombstones washed away by time have long been indifferent and blurred. Since ancient times, Tianmen Mountain has been a holy place. Those who can be buried here are all great sages. Perhaps a stone tablet around you is the tomb of a poet. There are legends after legend in the soil underground.

Wen Yang thought, as if he was guided by fate, and as if he had a heart of understanding, he walked to a place, lowered his head and squatted down, and helped up a broken tombstone ruins, gently wiped off the floating soil on it. The handwriting was already blurred. With the bright sunshine, Wen Yang identified it with his hand word by word. It was a line of Wei steles, with only a few words written: "Mr. Wuliu Tao Qian"

Wen Yang's heart was tightening.

Wen Yang was completely stunned and wandered around the surrounding river for a long time. His heart sank to the bottom, but sadness arises from the bottom of his heart.

He suddenly remembered a diary he wrote many years ago.

"Tao Yuanming, this poet who calls for love with his whole life and embraces love, lives through the journey of suffering, and is so sad and sad behind him. His deserted tomb has been immersed in the ups and downs of three hundred years, witnessing the changes and vicissitudes of the world, and finally ended up being destroyed in our generation. If a nation loses its pride and pride in its own history, culture, and its respect and love for those great thinkers and artists, how much hope is left?

Sadness is for Tao Yuanming and for us.”

The river next to it was flowing quietly, calmly, as if it could wash away the dust of time. Wen Yang squatted here gently, as if paying homage to the handsome young man buried here and resting here in peace. He could have been proud of the jade steps of the Golden Palace and hooked the leopard tail; he could have been intoxicated by the light fur of BMWs, the noise of red and purple, and he could have easily become successful. But he was depressed, melancholy, sad, and even chose to sleep alone here too early.

What exactly is this?

The diary appeared in his mind again.

Just because he is a poet, poets are born with a mission. In the land lacking bright colors, blood and tears, in that era when human spirits are lost, poets are endowed with the spiritual light that surges in ancient human life, and lead the emotions of the times with their sharp poetic hearts, and bear the suffering of the human soul with their own suffering.

They were worried, walking alone, knocking on the sky, and asking the earth. They repeatedly asked: What is life? What is human? How should people live? They walked hard in the dark night without regrets, moved forward persistently, and searched hard for a spiritual home that could settle their souls...

For this reason, they are weak, sick, and have premature death... Although they sacrifice their lives, they may not find their home or the way to their home. However, not finding the road does not mean that finding is meaningless. Human beings have left pride and beauty because of them. The world has also added light and hope because of these messengers of the soul.

At present, this world where material is extremely rich and technology is increasingly developed, but it is also full of war, violence, drug use and other worlds that have lost human spirits. How much we need to calm down and listen to the voices of these poets, and guide us out of the lost confusion with the help of those wise and noble souls...

Therefore, the poet's spirit has long surpassed their limited lives and led to eternity!

Thinking of this, Wen Yang fell to the ground again, gently caressing the tombstone that spans time and space in his hand, as if talking to Tao Qian under his feet, the ancestor who did not bow for five dou of rice a thousand years ago, although Wen Yang was not even sure where this great sage from all ages was buried. But he was still intoxicated by it.

Jin Meng in the car in the distance quietly observed his man a hundred meters away. Although he had not really had sex with him, deep down, Jin Meng had already confirmed that this person would accompany him for the rest of his life. At this moment, Wen Yang was sitting lightly not far away. The morning sun shone on Wen Yang's body, and a holy color appeared, as if a thinker who was quietly thinking about the truth of the universe in the morning thousands of years ago.

Wen Yang in the cemetery suddenly stood tall, his face full of a clear smile, and he did not dust the soil on his body. He bowed to pick a bunch of unknown wild flowers on the ridge of the field and gently put it into the river. The unknown small river still flowed quietly and calmly. The flowers, silently following the water flow, and away...

He ran forward suddenly, and there was a figure sitting gently on a rock in the depths of the cemetery. If it weren't for Liu Xin, who else could it be?

Wen Yang went over and took Liu Xin's hand: "It's considered to be finding you, go back."

"Who are you?" Liu Xin asked a heartbreaking thing to Wen Yang, then suddenly pulled out his hand, turned around and ran deep into the mountain.

Wen Yang was not as panicked as he imagined, and chased after a few steps, and asked loudly: "Who are you and what is your name."

Liu Xin turned around, but did not slow down the jogging speed. She said happily: "My name is Fei'er." In an instant, she disappeared deep in Tianmen Mountain.

In an instant, even though Wen Yang already knew something, he still felt absurd. His ex-girlfriend, whom he met almost every day, actually told herself in person that she was called another name...

Wen Yang did not chase after him, but turned around and ran back into the car, hurriedly said goodbye to the old man, kissed Jin Meng again, and without saying a word, he started the car directly.

Jin Meng did not ask about the destination, but just stared at Wen Yang with puzzled eyes. Wen Yang chuckled and said, "Let's go back and listen to the story."

Returning to Wulingyuan again and back to Old Man Wang's house, Old Man Wang still maintained the sitting position when Wen Yang left, drinking tea leisurely there, and Wen Yang was still gently facing the old man.

"Are you back?" An enlightened smile appeared on the old man's face.

"Yeah, I'm back, I'm back and listen to your story. I've said I'll be back."

"You came back earlier than I thought."

"Time is always precious ~ I'm sorry, my husband."

Drinking a sip of tea gently, the story continued.

Because of these, Qiu Yunpan made up his mind to follow Zhai Tan to see it this time. This was not entirely due to curiosity. Another reason was that he had only learned skills with Zhai Tan in the past few years and had known too little about Zhai Tan's past. Why did Zhai Tan have so many enemies? It was true that Zhai Tan offended her young and energetic. There was another reason. Zhai Tan did not look like a bad person, but she was not afraid of ten thousand, but she was afraid of if she was. If Zhai Tan was a hidden thief, then Qiu Yunpan was determined to part ways with him.

Zhai Tan shook a few more times, and saw that he could not get rid of Qiu Yunpan, and said, "Okay, you kid won't treat me as your master at all. OK, if you want to follow me, just follow me. If you meet a powerful monster, I will throw you into the monster's mouth. Then you can see who you are still pulling. But we have to make three rules. Doing things outside is no better than Baicaotang. I have the final say..."

Qiu Yunpan nodded immediately and said, "I listen to my master. Master wants me to go east, but I will never go west. Do you have any more instructions? Even if you say that, your disciple will agree."

Zhai Tan smiled and said, "You are not going west, you are going north, right? The journey outside is dangerous. Try not to say a word to strangers, I will negotiate everything. In addition, I will not ask you to go to some places, even if I go, you are not allowed to follow me."

"Oh..." Zhai Tan sighed and said, "There is that you are not good at kung fu. If you really encounter something, run away. Don't show off. Don't just go there. I don't expect you to help me. Just don't cause trouble. We have to bring a lot of medicinal materials on the way. You go to the front to pick it up. Let's explain to the shopkeeper that we are going to go far and we won't be able to come back in a few months." Zhai Tanbian said, while sitting at the table, writing several prescriptions, and saying to Qiu Yunpan, "Catch ten pairs of each and get two bottles of beating wine."

Qiu Yunpan took the prescription and was about to get the medicine, but suddenly said to Zhai Tan: "Master, these medicines will take at least half an hour. You won't just take advantage of my time to get the medicine, right?"

Zhai Tan said: "Bah... I really don't want to take you with me. If I have too many ways, I'll use lying to your child. Don't talk nonsense. Get the medicine quickly. If you miss it, I will feed you to the wolf on the way."

Seeing Zhai Tan's seriousness, Qiu Yunpan stopped suspicion. He took the prescription and went to the pharmacy in Baicaotang and told the shopkeeper about the matter. The shopkeeper was unwilling to do it at first, but he also knew some of Zhai Tan's personality and knew that Zhai Tan was not easy to discuss. Instead of not allowing him to leave, it would be better to give some benefits. After finishing the matter in the future, Zhai Tan still had to practice medicine and make money. Thinking of this, the shopkeeper asked the shopkeeper to hurry up and get some medicine tools that he needed to bring on the trip, and gave them to Qiu Yunpan.

A few days later, Qiu Yunpan and Zhai Tan finally arrived at the place they were going. What they were going to was a deep mountain pavilion in Shanxi. At first, there were still roads to walk. When they were halfway, they started walking on the deserted path. Not to mention inns and hotels on the road, there were not even one person. There were many wild wolves and dogs, who often followed them. When they reached the last section of the road, they almost ate the soil. There were many barren mountains in Shanxi and there were not many plants on the mountain. They traveled day and night without hiding the wind and rain. Once the wind blew, it would be a mouthful of mud and sand. When they arrived at the ancient temple they were going to, Zhai Tan suddenly stopped rushing. He was no longer as anxious as before, but instead went against the norm, spent a lot of effort nearby, found a farmer's house and spent money to live there.

At first, Qiu Yunpan thought that the monster that Zhai Tan wanted to eliminate was near the Taoist temple. After running around for so long, it would be more appropriate to take a break and then remove the monsters. However, what he didn't expect was that Zhai Tan had no intention of going to the Taoist temple for three consecutive days, but had been wandering around the earthen mountains near the Taoist temple. At most, he just looked at the Taoist temple from afar, and even connected to the nearby Taoist temple a hundred steps. He had never been there.
Chapter completed!