A figure in black seemed to come back to life on the scroll, with slender lips, handsome face, and arrogant expression. At that time, the Spirit Dragon of Sixiang Mountain was still very young.

Waiting quietly for the ink traces to dry up, Xun Yu looked to the north, as if recalling the time when Qingyun brought the Xue boy home to visit.

Back then, he once watched his two younger generations drink, discussing the general trend of the world, and swearing in a sensible way.

In the future, one became Ling Shuai and the other became Xue Jun Shen.

I never thought that decades later, my old bones were still there, but those majestic heroes of my life were buried in the dust of history.

And the world will be in turmoil again. I wonder if someone else will send me away or if I want to send me away again?

Xun Yu rolled up the portrait and solemnly placed it into a quaint and huge wooden box.

In the box, there are Qinling Mausoleum, Zhong Lie, and many people who should be commemorated and remembered. Now there is a new name, Cao Ye comes.

Xun Yu quietly waits for Yun Luo to be one day in the future, and can hang these portraits openly for the world to pay homage.

The smoke from Yunmeng Daze disappeared, and Li Zhichuan organized people to dig a large pit in Wuyin Valley, buried the bodies of the dead soldiers, sprinkled with a large amount of lime, they were innocent.

A new sect suddenly rose on the banks of Yunmeng Daze, shaking the entire world of cultivation like thunder.

This new sect called Yunmeng Sect has become the hottest topic in the world of cultivation with a long list of resounding offerings.

The chief worships the Sixiang Mountain Diaolong Fu Lin, the second worships the chief manager of General Beiyuan’s Mansion, Yan Jinghan, and Xie Chong, the mountain son of the Eight Horses of Beiyuan.

Registered worship, Li Zhichuan, head of Zixiao Palace, Zhuang Jinju, leader of Confucianism, abbot of Buddhist Dafeng Temple, Xing Zhaoyuan, owner of Hengduandaozhuang, and Huo Beizhen, elder of Xiling Sword Sect.

So many unknown people were eager to inquire about who Jiang Cang, the first leader of Yunmeng Sect, was.

On a mountain, Li Zhichuan, Zhuang Jinju and Ku Lian stood side by side.

Li Zhichuan said: "From now on, I finally don't have to worry about having eyes on my head and ears on my wall."

Zhuang Jinju smiled and said, "It's better for you. There are people protecting you in the sky, and there will be news from time to time."

Li Zhichuan laughed and then looked at Ku Lian, "Monkey, it's time to tell us what happened to Sun Dayun? Yunluo is almost anxious to me."

Ku Lian clasped her hands together and smiled and said, "You know I've been looking for something."

Zhuang Jinju's hand shaking his beard, "Reincarnation plate?"

Ku Lian smiled proudly at the corner of her mouth.

Zhuang Jinju shook his head, "It seems that you really may be the first to complete the task of the three of us!"

Li Zhichuan didn't care about Zhuang Jinju's jokes, and he couldn't hide his excitement, "Is it this kid?"

"The wonder of fate is indescribable." Ku Lian smiled.

Li Zhichuan suddenly remembered something, "Then Cao..."

Ku Lian immediately interrupted him with a smile, "Buddha says, it's not to be said."

Ha ha ha ha!

Hearty laughter resounded among the mountains and rivers.

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In the attic, the withered man exhaled a long breath of turbid air and stopped his pen.

Get out of the long river of time and return to the real world.

He looked at the two boxes of manuscripts slowly in the boxes on the ground and smiled relaxedly.

Those who pursue profit win for a while, and those who are righteous win for a lifetime.

If the time scale is lengthened, the final winner will definitely win in a person's heart.

Because we are humans!
Chapter completed!