The overwhelming pressure, endless troubles, and the treacherous conspiracy, the young man with a sword in the blue shirt was lost on the difficult road.

It seems that he has counterattacked his moves, but he is actually exhausted.

It seems that solving trouble itself is the purpose of life.

He had guessed that this mysterious old man was asking this question for someone. When thinking of the wise and silent old man in Jincheng, Yun Luo's heart was both warm and ashamed.

Since leaving the Xiling Sword Sect, he has gradually become deeply trapped in those conspiracies and troubles, and has begun to be pushed away by an invisible pair of hands.

Whether it is the change in Hengyang, the chaos of the plum banquet, or the fog in the Hualong Pond and the Wuxiu Valley, or the trip to Beiyuan today, they are actually passively solving one problem and dealing with disasters.

But in this way, the problem will never be solved.

He could roughly understand that the old man was not blaming him for coming to Beiyuan to help Pei Zhen, but was reminding him that he should not forget his original intention of starting out, and that he must always forget and always be cautious in this troubled world. Only by taking this as the starting point can he slowly break free from the quagmire of life and take the initiative.

And what is my original heart? Yun Luo's thoughts slowly floated back to the top of Wenjian Mountain.

The mysterious old man was sitting quietly in the room not far from Yunluo, and through a window, he could still see the silent and silenced figure.

"Asinasi, what do you think is true life."

The old man spoke gently, and the young man dressed in a grassland was waiting beside him, "The blue sky, white clouds, horses and sheep, and the beloved girl ran carefree on the vast grassland."

After saying that, he looked at the old man with a little shyness. The old man smiled softly, which made him even more shy.

"Then have you lived a real life?" the old man looked at him with a smile.

The young man shook his head, "No, he is always trapped by endless troubles and trivial matters, and he is always anxious and worried, and seems to be busy with things."

The old man's eyes were wise and deep. Looking at the young man whom he placed high hopes for, he solemnly said: "Child, this is the real life."

The young man named Asinasi was suddenly shocked.

The old man actually said halfway, "But some people can be the masters of life, and that kind of people are really the great heroes of heaven and earth."

Yun Luo stood up, bowed gently to the room where the old man was sitting, and floated away.

After being stunned, the old man smiled with a stroking his beard.

That old friend is so lucky. He is so successful as a son-in-law and a grandson are so outstanding. He can't envy you, and he can't envy you!

Back at the inn, Yun Luo washed up first and changed into clean clothes.

It’s not that it’s disgusting or something, but that it’s full of the smell of sheep market, which may expose some things, so it’s better to be careful.

Then he knocked on the door next door, and unexpectedly and surprised that the boy Jianqi finally woke up.

Although it still looks like a person who has been sleeping for three days and three nights, he has woken up at least.

At this time, Yun Luo suddenly realized that since he came out of Conghua Dragon Pool, he rarely felt tired. I think he really wanted to thank Cai Jie and Wu Bian for their help.

Jian Qi sat against the wall with his head hanging down, and saw Yun Luo lazily bowing, "Brother, thank you."

Yun Luo laughed in a hurry, "Don't thank me, if you want to thank me... Thank you!"

In the eyes of Guan Youyou who could kill people, Yun Luo forced his language to change.

Jian Qi, who was confused at this moment, could not see the hidden bloody storm, and asked, "Where are we going next?"

"Let's go straight to Changsheng City and wait until you see a few friends in Changsheng City." Yun Luo had a plan in his mind, but after today's thinking, he had to make some modifications.

"Okay! Oh, I forgot to thank Brother Tai. I have been there for more than a day, thank you for your care." Jian Qi stood up slowly and saluted Yun Luo.

Yun Luo quickly waved his hand, "It's not my business, it's all about the girl's credit."

As soon as he said that, he regretted it and quickly ran back to his room.

Jian Qi looked at Guan Youyou blankly, "Miss Youyou, is what he said true?"

Guan Youyou kicked him hatefully, and Jian Qi fell down in response, as if he had fallen asleep again.

"My surname is Jian! Are you a slutty? Get up for me quickly!"

"Do you want to pretend? I won't eat your set!"

Jian Qi remained motionless, as if he was dead.

Guan Youyou gritted her teeth, and his weapon appeared in her hand, stabbing Jian Qi violently.

Jian Qi quickly rolled aside and let Guan Youyou get lost, "Oh, why did you faint just now? I'm sorry."

Guan Youyou proudly pulled out the weapons from the bed board and turned back to the room.

Jian Qi looked at the hole in the bed and sighed.

After checking in, Yun Luo also paid an extra bed for Jian Qi, and then the three of them rode a horse and left the Yinma City.

In Jian Qi's room, two waiters surrounded the broken bed board, marveling.

A waiter reached out to gesture at the size of the hole, his face full of disbelief.

"Is this the legendary practitioner?"

"powerful!"

"hard!"

Jian Qi naturally didn't know that he had become the idol of two men for no reason. He rode on the bike and suddenly said in confusion: "Brother, that day is urgent. I didn't hear your name very clearly. Please ask for the big name of Zun?"

Yunluo smiled, "I came from the south, Yunluo."

"Oh. The God List Sword Furnace Sword Qi has seen Brother Yun."

The two exchanged greetings and then continued to move forward.

When the three horses had already run far away and disappeared into the undulating terrain, a sudden scream came, "Damn, you are that Yun Luo???!!!"

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In the heavenly court, the cranes circling in the air gracefully and leisurely again, with purple air lingering around them.

All the immortals were in their own positions, laughing and cheering, and the maids were carrying delicious wines and shuttled like flowing water, which was a scene of immortals.

As the high platform came slowly, a figure came, all those who were eating, drinking, chatting, and teasing, no matter where they were heading, were quiet at the same moment and turned to the high platform, saying in unison, "See Xuanzun."

Xuanzun Yang Xuanzhen sat down with a smile, "The immortals are exempt from gifts."

This was the fifteenth day of the Heavenly Emperor's abdication. These days, as they promised, the Heavenly Emperor was imprisoned on Lingxiao Island, and the twelve Heavenly Immortals were in a secluded house, without caring about the world.

Many immortals who were originally worried slowly felt relieved.

Xuan Zun coughed lightly, "The left behind in the world is here to submit a letter, and request to restore his power to supervise the world and continue to serve the great plan of the Heavenly Court. What do you think?"

The discussion suddenly started in the field. Most of the immortals in the Heavenly Court came from the earth, and naturally had a special feeling for the earth.

A slender and tall figure stood up, and went out to the crowd and said loudly: "Xuanzun, in the past, the Emperor of Heaven isolated the heavenly beings, and took the heavenly court as the best and the earthly world as the lower, so that the four people stayed and kept the world to take care of their luck and stabilize the world. But now Xuanzun is in charge of affairs, and has taken a different approach and focused on reforming the overall situation of the heavenly court. He no longer cared for the earthly court. He only needed to regularly worship the heavenly court. This is a good strategy, so why should he stayed and monitor it?"

Xuanzun nodded slightly, as if he agreed.

Everyone looked at this person who was once a celebrity in front of the Emperor of Heaven and was still very respected under Xuanzun, and their hearts were full of jealousy.

But jealousy is useless and cannot beat others.

Because that was the leader of the Heavenly Court Sword Cultivator, Jing Yuheng.

Xuanzun's grand and majestic voice sounded, "This statement is reasonable, but the world really needs a conclusion. Do you have any good ideas?"

With Jing Yuheng's words just now, the immortals talked a lot, but they were all wandering around in the old circle of Emperor Tian's back then, which was not in line with Xuanzun's wishes.

Jing Yuheng smiled at the corner of his mouth. These people didn't understand what Xuanzun was thinking at all.

Until a cattle riding Taoist priest jumped off the back of the green cow and stood in the scene, "Xuanzun, since our heavenly court no longer cares about human affairs, why not see who is in charge of human affairs in front of us? I am foolish in my opinion, it is better to enthrone the emperor of the human world and give them a status of being ordered by heaven and manage the world with justification. And all the offerings that my heavenly court deserves come from the palace. Isn't it the best of both worlds?"

Xuanzun's eyes suddenly lit up, it's amazing!

"Accurate! You will be responsible for this matter!"

The Taoist priest riding a bull bowed to take the order with a jealous look on the seat.

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In a luxurious mansion in Tianjin, the storyteller, who had taken off his poor old man's clothes, was wearing brocade clothes and lay on a large recliner. Four beautiful maids pinched their shoulders, pounded their legs, and some fed fresh fruits into his mouth, making them look rich and noble.

After a while, he waved his hand gently and the maids left silently.

He came to the clean and comfortable stable, gently waved several grooms who specialized in serving horses, and smiled and said to the horses, "Old guy, how about it? Is this day okay?"

The horse neighed gently, and he laughed, "Take it slow, just get used to it."

After saying that, he turned over and sat on the horse.

"The memorial has been sent, wait for news."

In a river on the Xiangjiang River, on a small fishing boat, the old fisherman squinted his eyes, "I hope it will go smoothly."

The storyteller smiled slightly, "When will the three of you come and gather together!"

In a study room where I don’t know where, the writer kept writing, “I’ll forget it. I agreed to your actions and thought it was time to put down this burden and concentrate on writing history. Since I have now received permission from the Heavenly Court, it’s the best.”

On the coast of the East China Sea, deep in the sword energy, a voice also said coldly: "Without the burden, concentrate on practicing swords, what do you want to do has nothing to do with me."

The old storyteller sighed, "Why are you two so stubborn? You have a whole body of cultivation and are buried here?"

"Haha, how can you talk about burying what you love?"
To be continued...