Tian Yuan

The fantasy before a person's death should be the most beautiful moment.

Miss Miao no longer had the energy to tell what was real or fake. She just smiled foolishly, with the wrinkles on her face squeezed together, and one could vaguely see the shadow of her youth.

She seemed to stand up and strode towards the vague figure, cursing and preaching.

Outside the inn, the Miao girl sat quietly with her head down, eyes closed, and a smile on her lips.

The next day, the inn was closed for a day to hold the funeral.

According to Miss Miao's instructions before her death, she was buried deep in the bamboo forest outside the city.

A small mound of earth became her final resting place.

The people in the inn erected a monument for him.

The name engraved on the monument is Miao Wei.

When the others had dispersed, the great man who had been secretly protecting the Dao for decades appeared in front of the tomb, looked at it deeply, and sighed: "Alas!"

After decades of secret protection, I have developed some feelings for him and start to regard him as a family member.

He tried to guide him many times and wanted him to embark on the path of cultivation, but he was rejected every time.

Perhaps, with Miss Miao's intelligence, she should have guessed that Chen Qingyuan was not an ordinary person, otherwise how could she have kept encountering strange immortal fates.

Whenever I encounter the slightest trouble, it will be solved inexplicably and I can't find the reason.

She did not wish to live long in this world.

I have lived for less than a hundred years and I am already tired. It is time to have a good sleep.

Miss Miao’s life came to a perfect end here.

"Goodbye, girl."

Da Neng stood in front of the tomb, offered a glass of wine, and turned to leave.

In her later years, Miss Miao often looked toward the horizon, as if she was expecting someone to come. In the eyes of this powerful man, she was ordered by the prince to come to protect the way, and Miss Miao must be waiting for the prince.

Little did they know that it was not the prince, but Chen Qingyuan.

A gentle breeze blew from deep in the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound that was quiet and pleasant to the ear.

Perhaps Miss Miao's thoughts turned into invisible silk threads, melted into the wind, and floated away, to see if they could blow to some corner of the world and gently brush the hair of the person she missed.

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Beihuang, Qingzong.

Some time ago, there was a turmoil in the sect.

Zhu Wulang is here.

He is dressed in a green shirt and looks handsome.

He introduced himself and took out the letter he had prepared long ago, which surprised everyone and made them cheer.

The letter was written by Nangong Ge to prove his identity.

After investigation and questioning, and with the letter from the prince, his identity was confirmed.

In addition, Sect Leader Lin Changsheng knew Zhu Wulang because Chen Qingyuan had talked about him before he went into seclusion.

"Personally passed on!"

What is even more surprising is that Zhu Wulang is not an ordinary disciple in name only, but a direct disciple who is qualified to inherit the Taoist tradition.

This identity is the envy of countless people.

Tang Wan'er and Yun Qingmo, who were originally thinking about competing for the position of senior brother and sister, were stunned.

Tang Wan'er was fine. After all, being Chen Qingyuan's disciple was a blessing that she had cultivated for eternity. She hurried forward to salute and said respectfully, "Greetings, Senior Brother."

Yun Qingmo was feeling depressed. He originally thought he could become the eldest disciple, but who would have expected this to happen.

Yun Qingmo quickly calmed down and naturally could not be rude, so he bowed and said, "Senior Brother."

No matter how early or late a registered disciple enters the sect, his seniority is lower than that of a direct disciple.

They are equivalent to the sect's menial workers and core disciples, and of course their treatment is different.

"Hello."

Zhu Wulang returned the gifts one by one.

Decades ago, he was thrown into the Southern Region by Nangong Ge, and he traveled alone, crossing mountains and seas, and finally arrived at Qingzong. During this time, he suffered a lot and learned a lot.

I never thought that my master is actually the most powerful person in the world who can suppress others.

In Zhu Wulang's memory, the master never took action and looked listless all day long, without any fluctuation in his cultivation.

There is no other peerless war god who can rival the emperor with his mortal body.

It took Zhu Wulang a long time to calm down and accept this fact.

After the surprise, there is more pressure.

In the future, I must work hard on my cultivation and not bring shame to my mentor.

Otherwise, nothing can atone for the sin.

Upon hearing that the Venerable had accepted a personal disciple, guest elders came forward one after another and presented generous gifts to express their gratitude.

Zhu Wulang wanted to decline politely, but after receiving a look from his uncle Lin Changsheng, he had no choice but to accept it. He then bowed to each elder to express his gratitude.

It is bestowed upon you by your elders and cannot be turned away.

Since we are family, there is no need to be too distant with each other.

Lin Changsheng naturally also prepared a gift, a sacred-grade robe whose defensive capabilities were self-evident.

This matter has been a hot topic for a while. Everyone is discussing why the Master has changed his personality and why he has accepted three disciples recently. It is incredible.

Some talented young men are eager to be noticed by Chen Qingyuan, hoping to be taught by him personally, or even become a registered disciple to do odd jobs.

As long as I can get a little guidance from Your Excellency, it will be of great help to my future practice and help me avoid detours.

Chen Qingyuan only pays attention to the word "fate" and does not consider any talent.

If we are destined to be together, we will become master and disciple.

If there is no destiny, you must not give up even if you kowtow thousands of miles away.

"The Qing Sect is thriving, and will surely be even more prosperous in the future."

"It's hard to say. Don't forget that although Your Excellency has returned, his foundation has been destroyed and he is destined not to reach the top. The battle in the restricted area that year was Your Excellency's last glory."

"Even if Your Majesty loses the power to suppress the myriad worlds, Qing Sect still has peerless masters like Chang Geng Sword Immortal, and will not weaken."

"The reason why Jian Xian and others became the guest officials of Qing Zong is because of Your Excellency. Now Your Excellency has fallen into the mortal world. Although his power is still there, who knows what will happen in a few years."

"Too."

People all over the world are discussing Qingzong's affairs and are concerned about Chen Qingyuan's recent situation.

Some people said that although Chen Qingyuan had returned, his strength was only one tenth of what it was, so he did not dare to show up. He hid in the corner of the sect and tried to delay some time for the development of Qing Sect.

Some people said that Chen Qingyuan most likely could not withstand the serious injuries caused by the destruction of his foundation and had passed away.

Others say that although the Qing Sect seems to be extremely prosperous and powerful, it is all superficial and not stable.

The guest elders with high cultivation were all here because of the Lord, and they were not the talents cultivated by the Qing Sect itself. If the Lord became a thing of the past, who could suppress the guest elders? Who could stabilize the situation?

These things are not alarmist, they are indeed true.

If something really happened to Chen Qingyuan, the Qing Sect has been stable in recent years with the help of Chen Qingyuan's residual power. Over time, three to five thousand years have passed, and the situation will inevitably change, the guest officials will leave, and even civil strife will be triggered.

"Boom!"

In a secret room, several deep sounds were heard, shaking the ground.

The elder guarding the area immediately sensed what was happening and rushed over to investigate.

As soon as he arrived, he saw a figure. He was startled at first, then overjoyed. He bowed and said respectfully, "Greetings, Junior Master Uncle."

The secret room opened, and Chen Qingyuan, wearing a light grey cloth robe, walked out slowly.