Tian Yuan

With the joining of Nangong Ge, Chen Qingyuan was no longer hesitant about the road ahead, and the chariot drove straight to Luoshen Ruins.

On the way, Yan Ze cooked some delicious meals.

Nangong Ge, who originally had no interest in food, became hungry just by smelling the aroma. After taking a few bites, he praised endlessly: "Senior Yan's cooking skills are the best in the world!"

"It's an exaggeration. I don't deserve it."

Yan Ze said modestly.

It makes me happy and feel a great sense of accomplishment when the dishes I cook are recognized by others.

"No wonder Brother Chen asked you to come out and protect him."

Nangong Ge immediately understood the reason, and a smile with a hint of teasing appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Without Brother Chen's help, I would never have reached the ninth step in my lifetime. This kindness is like a rebirth. I should protect the Dao for ten thousand years."

Having been together for so long, Yan Ze and Chen Qingyuan naturally treated each other like brothers, very casually, without so many rules. Now in front of Nangong Ge, they started to say polite words.

"Old Yan, can you live another ten thousand years?"

Chen Qingyuan didn't like to hear such polite words among friends, so he made a sarcastic remark.

"......" Yan Ze opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond. Then, he glanced at Chen Qingyuan with a pair of resentful eyes and thought: "At worst, after I die, you can carry my body with you. If you see that the situation is not good, you can throw the body out to solve the problem. It can also be regarded as protecting you."

"No, not really."

Chen Qingyuan was stunned for a moment and quickly rejected the proposal.

This sounds like I am a complete lunatic. My old brother has been laid to rest, but I dug up his body and used it as a shield. This is not something a human being can do.

At least Chen Qingyuan has never done it, which makes me speechless.

"Tsk!" Having won the game, Yan Ze's mouth curled up slightly: "I don't mind, what are you afraid of."

"Change the subject, don't annoy me."

Chen Qingyuan admitted defeat and didn't want to discuss the matter.

The three of them rode in the chariot, neither hurried nor slow, talking and laughing.

......

After many days, they crossed the boundless galaxy, passed through layers of void, and arrived at the Luoshen Ruins.

"Let's go to one place first, and then go to the Zilian Dynasty."

Chen Qingyuan looked at the scenery outside the window and whispered.

"where to?"

Yan Ze asked but did not object and followed Chen Qingyuan's arrangements.

"The old place." Chen Qingyuan murmured and gave the specific location.

It was a place with thin spiritual energy, where practitioners were rarely seen.

A certain mortal dynasty, Yucheng.

The former site of Miaofu Inn.

Chen Qingyuan stood in the center of the busy street, looking at the building in front of him, and his thoughts were pulled back to the past.

The Miaofu Inn from that time is no longer there, replaced by a Li’s Restaurant.

The events and people of those days have disappeared like smoke and become history.

"Her resting place is over there."

Without Chen Qingyuan saying anything, Nangong Ge had already pointed out the direction and personally led the way to take a look.

In the deep bamboo forest, the breeze blows gently, making rustling sounds.

A tomb stands in front.

Chen Qingyuan walked in slowly, feeling somewhat sad.

When I walked to the tombstone, I saw the name written on it - Miao Wei.

"I heard that you have refused to embark on the path of cultivation many times. Your personality is really stubborn and you will never change it in your lifetime."

Recalling the past, Chen Qingyuan sighed.

As he spoke, he took out a pot of wine and poured it on the ground as a sign of respect.

"Crash..."

The wine fell to the ground and soaked the soil.

"May you be happy and healthy in your next life."

Chen Qingyuan paid his respects and turned away.

"call--"

A sudden gust of wind caused the bamboo leaves' momentum to double. A green leaf was blown down, fluttering in the breeze, and finally landed on Chen Qingyuan's shoulder.

Chen Qingyuan paused slightly as he left, reached out and grabbed the bamboo leaf on his shoulder in his palm, lowered his eyebrows and smiled warmly.

With the palm of his hand spread out, the bamboo leaf floated away with the next gust of wind.

Fate cannot be touched, but it exists in the dark.

The cause and effect between the two of them should have come to a perfect end today.

In the years ahead, Chen Qingyuan will probably not come again. There will be various difficulties in the future, and no matter how difficult it is, we must reach the top step by step.

Leave here and head straight to the Zi Lian Dynasty.

He arrived soon and, as a sign of sincerity, presented a visiting card.

In the name of Nangong Ge, the high-ranking officials of the dynasty were greatly shocked. They immediately arranged for the elders of high status to come out to welcome him, and arranged a banquet of the highest standards as quickly as possible, and they were required to be attentive and not to be negligent.

"Your Majesty, please come in."

A highly respected elder of the clan, accompanied by many palace maids and guards, walked to the place where the chariot was, bowed respectfully, and spoke loudly.

The chariot hovered in the sky outside the imperial city, looking majestic and imposing.

For matters like this, Chen Qingyuan must of course step in personally and cannot let Nangong Ge solve it alone.

After all, it was Chen Qingyuan who needed the purple blood marrow, so it was inappropriate to ask Nangong Ge to do him a favor.

"Da da da"

The sound of footsteps reached everyone's ears, and more than one person walked out of the chariot.

Everyone looked up and saw that there were two other people besides Nangong Ge.

After taking a closer look, the elder felt that the man looked very familiar and guessed the answer immediately. His pupils contracted, his fingertips trembled, and he said in horror: "Could it be... Your Majesty!"

Chen Qingyuan's portrait was widely circulated.

As a high-ranking official of the Zi Lian Dynasty, how could he not have seen it?

Since he came to borrow something, Chen Qingyuan had no reason to hide his true appearance. Although he looked old and weak, he exuded a majesty that could not be ignored.

The man standing next to Your Majesty has a strong aura and his true identity is hard to tell. He must be a powerful being, but whose origins are unknown.

Then, some people glanced at Yan Ze and thought secretly.

The old chef is relatively low-key and few people know him.

The high-ranking officials of the Zi Lian Dynasty must have heard that a quasi-emperor had appeared in Cang Yuzhou, but because they were too far away, they did not know what he looked like.

"See you, Your Majesty!"

Being able to walk side by side with Nangong Ge and being exactly the same as the person in the portrait, there was no need to doubt Chen Qingyuan's identity. The elders and others suppressed their inner shock, bowed deeply, and shouted.

"No need to be so polite." Chen Qingyuan nodded in response, with a cold expression on his face, giving people the feeling that he was difficult to get along with.

"You three, please come in."

The elder straightened his bent back a little, and led the way in person with great respect.

Anyone who reads the legend about Chen Qingyuan would feel their scalp tingling. Now, the real person is right in front of them, how can the elders not be shocked.

However, the elder had experienced many storms after all, and was able to suppress the shock that surged in his heart.

The maids, guards and others who were accompanying him, however, were not of this kind. They were either stunned and at a loss, or stared at Chen Qingyuan stupidly, wanting to see what the rumored ancient god of war looked like, without any manners at all.

"Don't be rude."

The elder of the tribe noticed this situation and coughed softly. A gentle force was applied to the people who were accompanying him, causing them to kneel on the ground, lowering their heads and trembling.