Chapter 546 Sit in the Ruins

A breeze blew through the treetops, and the rustling sound was intoxicating, and even made the noisy cicadas gradually become softer and softer, like wind and water. The moonlight was melting, and the grass and trees were swaying. Li Changxiao was happy about the past, and felt happy. The scenery set off his heart and the scenery set off his heart, and the scenery that pleased his heart was also beautiful.

This feeling is difficult for ordinary people to understand. Perhaps Wang Jue, who exposed his chest and showed hideous scars, could understand and feel it.

Wang Jue put on his coat, put on his bag again, and walked towards the south. He was tall but his legs were slightly shaking. He walked very slowly and his steps were not stable. If he walked this way, he would not be able to reach the shore of the South China Sea.

Looking at the back, it was hard to hide the loneliness.

Their era has completely passed. Now, what they are trying their best and pursuing with all their heart and soul is just to bloom a ray of brilliance at the very end. The soul that is unwilling to be mediocre is looking for a place to settle down.

A sound of breaking wind sounded.

Wang Jue suddenly stopped and raised his hand... With a click, a wooden box flew into his palm and was easily caught by him. He turned back and looked at Li Changxiao in confusion.

But he saw that man looking at him with a smile, and a lazy voice sounded.

"Just think of it as going to check for me first."

...

Wang Jue didn't know what he meant, and his eyes fell on the wooden box in his palm. The wooden box was black all over, and the material was like wood and jade. It felt warm like water when held in the hand, and it emitted heat faintly. It was carved with turtle auspicious cloud patterns, and the workmanship was very fine. Whether it was placed in the mortal world or in the mountains, it was a rare and precious item. In addition to its extraordinary appearance, there was a fragrance of flowers coming out from the gaps in the wooden box, which made people intoxicated and reluctant to leave. After only three or two breaths, a few black hairs grew on his head, and the blood and qi of his limbs and bones flowed smoothly, as if he had become a little younger invisibly.

"Longevity pollen?"

Wang Jue's pupils shrank. Now the most prominent thing for prolonging life is the longevity pollen of Dayan Huazong. How could he, Wang Jue, not know it?

It's just that this thing is rare. He has never seen it before. It was not until he held it in his hand and the fragrance of flowers penetrated into his nose that he suddenly realized it. Realizing that this thing is extraordinary, Wang Jue turned back again. But he saw that the white clothes were gone, leaving only a mess and an abandoned fruit field.

With a leisurely smile, Wang Jue held the pollen tightly and walked with big strides, faster and straighter, muttering to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "In this case, I will go and see it for you first."

He accepted the pollen and his steps became more determined.

...

Li Changxiao looked at Wang Jue's back, retracted his gaze, and left in the opposite direction.

Those who come are in a hurry, and those who leave are in a hurry. Only the two moonlights remain the same.

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Seeking change for five hundred and twenty-two years.

Li Changxiao is looking for a breakthrough treasure land. Since parting with Wang Jue, Li Changxiao felt that he was close to a breakthrough. So, as usual when approaching a breakthrough, wherever he passed, he would pay attention to whether there was a place suitable for a breakthrough, whether it was a former secret realm, a former sect site, or a powerful tomb.

For this reason, Li Changxiao went back and forth to many places he had been to in the past, such as the tomb of the Dream Dao God, and now the country of Dayu where the people live and work in peace and contentment.

After more than ten years, Dayu has become rich and strong. That day was just a joke, but both have come true. Li Changxiao also met Wang Ruyi. The empress still looked the same, and her figure was still the same. In the end, it was she, the mortal emperor, who benefited the most from this tomb. Immortals fight, and mortals benefit, but it can be regarded as a unique thing in ancient exchanges.

The two did not meet formally, but the corners of the old man's mouth rose. He did not cry like when they first met, but was as warm and flamboyant as usual, because he knew that he had been there, and his heart was touched and his dream had enlightenment.

That's good enough. Why should we be so bound by the physical companionship.

It's good for her to stay with Dayu. Whether she lives long or short, what's the point of pursuing it. If Wang Ruyi wants to prolong her life, it's not difficult for her to take the path of reform with her status.

But she doesn't want to. People in the world ask for longevity, but she doesn't ask for it. She shook her head and looked at the woman, and the two passed each other again. Wang Ruyi called the pen holder and had new inspiration. Let's see how she arranges the white-clothed drunkard.

Li Changxiao left again. Mengdao God's Tomb was not suitable for breaking through the refining void. On the eve of leaving, he took out all the copper coins he saved from selling tea and fruit, went to an old bookstore in Qingrao City, and bought a thick stack of books.

The bookstore owner smiled and made a big profit. Perhaps he still had a conscience, or perhaps he was really sorry. He waved his hand and gave the swordsman a bamboo box. The workmanship was quite fine. If it was not deliberately smashed, it would not be damaged for no reason. It was just right for storing books.

In the past twenty years, the books related to the sword fairy and the empress have developed rapidly. From three-year-old children to eighty-year-old people, they have heard a lot. Women admired and men imitated. Those stories also secretly matched the truth of life. The customs of Dayu people are more simple.

Li Changxiao realized this and felt a little amused. He became more and more curious about how he was arranged.

Just reading and walking like this, it is interesting and has a unique charm. It makes the journey, which is not boring, more interesting. He even remembered a few catchy poems in it. After Li Changxiao finished reading a book, he couldn't throw it away, and it was too heavy to carry, so he just put it into the dream space.

In this way, he had another old thing.

One book after another, one stack after another...

When he reached the border of Dayu, Li Changxiao had just finished reading all of them. He had stayed in the marginal town for a full month, thinking that he should have a response. The volumes of story books also contained countless confessions, so he picked up his pen and wrote a book, and compiled the confessions that had been accumulated for more than ten years through small stories, some true and some false. There were what he saw and understood when he traveled in the mountains, and what he observed and felt when he was in the downtown area. There were wonderful, ordinary, and even meaningless ones, all compiled into the book, and the reply was implied in the book.

It took him more than two months, and the bookstore finally printed and sold it, and it gradually spread out. As for whether the person could see it, he thought he would definitely see it, but it would take time.

Maybe it would be a surprise at some point in the future.

After leaving Dayu, there were other old places, such as Dayan Huazong. He wanted to visit Zhang Mo for a while before the breakthrough, but was told that Zhang Mo had left Huazong and didn’t know where she went.

Li Changxiao could only give up, as the world is so unpredictable. If Zhang Moru knew that she had also let the swordsman off once, she would probably chuckle.

Li Changxiao walked to the old site of Eryuan Sect.

He walked and stopped, and turned around, but suddenly found that this place seemed to be the most suitable for breakthrough. He walked around the ruins again, and along the way he could see the traces left by himself, Zhang Mo and others during the visit.

Even the burn marks left on the ground by the fire were still there. Everything remained the same. Li Changxiao's consciousness swept over the Eryuan Sect ruins, and there was no sign of outsiders breaking into the ruins in the decades after he left.

It seems that Zhang Mo did not tell the truth after returning to the sect.

Li Changxiao walked to the old site of Wanbao Academy.

He sat cross-legged in the ruins, and slowly closed his eyes.