Tian Yuan

The elders gathered together at the top of a high mountain somewhere, looking at the monument keeper standing at the mountain gate, each expressing their opinions and starting a discussion.

"It looks familiar."

"I feel the same way. We must have all seen it before, but we just can't remember it."

"Look at it a few more times, I feel uneasy for no reason."

"Forget it, let the sect master handle it!"

Lin Changsheng issued a decree before. If you meet someone of unknown origin and you are unsure, you can report it to him and let him make a decision.

Due to the special nature of Qingzong, it has become the focus of the world. People often come to visit, some good and some bad.

If you can't figure out the origin and purpose of the visitor, let Lin Changsheng solve it.

Although it is more troublesome, for the sake of Qingzong's safety, one cannot be careless.

"Oh? You think it looks familiar, but you can't tell the specific origin?"

"That person wants to worship Master Dugu? This is the first time someone has made such a request. It's really strange."

"Let me go out and take a look!"

After hearing the truthful report from a group of elders, Lin Changsheng, who was meditating in the secret room, talked a lot and decided to come forward in person.

Walk out of the secret room and go straight to the mountain gate.

Although they waited for a long time, the monument keeper was not impatient.

Appreciating the surrounding plants and trees is very beautiful for the monument keepers. They enjoy it without being agitated and wait quietly.

"This is..." Lin Changsheng did not hide in the sect to secretly observe, but came out directly.Taking a closer look, the first impression is that it looks familiar, I have definitely seen it, and the impression is not shallow.After thinking for a few breaths, he frowned, not realizing anything, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

After a while, the monument keeper felt Lin Changsheng's gaze and turned to look at him.

This glance at each other immediately made Lin Changsheng's mind tremble.

He suddenly woke up with a look of horror on his face that could not be concealed.

"Junior Lin Changsheng, pay my respects to senior!"

Lin Changsheng recognized the monument keeper, and felt a thousand waves in his heart. He bowed and worshiped, full of respect.

Even if the strength of the monument keeper is put aside, because they are protecting each other for Qing Zong's sword, they must treat each other with respect and not show any slights.

"Who is this? The sect leader actually calls him senior?"

Seeing this scene, everyone was frightened and their expressions were extremely rich.

Lin Changsheng noticed that the others were dumbfounded, so he quickly sent a message and said in an urgent tone: "What are you doing standing around stupidly? Hurry up and say hello to the seniors."

Although they didn’t know where the man in black came from, the sect leader had spoken and behaved like this. How could anyone dare to look down upon him? They all bowed and said in unison, extremely respectfully: “See you, senior.”

"No need to be polite." The monument keeper looked indifferent. It was normal to be recognized. He didn't feel comfortable or proud, and his mentality did not fluctuate: "Can I go pay homage to Dugu Changkong?"

"Of course, senior, please come in."

Lin Changsheng opened the barrier of the mountain gate with a wave of his hand and led the way in person. The excitement and surprise on his face had not dissipated. He never dreamed that this being would come to Qingzong. It was really unexpected.

Following Lin Changsheng, we arrived at Qingzong’s cemetery.

In the deepest part of the cemetery, there is a cenotaph.On it are engraved the four characters "Dugu Changkong".

The cold wind blows on my face, and I feel sad and desolate.

"It's work."

The monument keeper said thank you.

"Senior is polite."

Lin Changsheng wisely retreated outside the cemetery, leaving the monument keeper alone here.

Looking at this cold tombstone, the keeper sat on the ground, facing the tombstone, half a foot away.

Turning over his hands, he took out a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

The wine was filled, one cup was held by oneself, and one cup was placed in front of the tombstone.

"Fellow Daoist, please."

The person keeping the monument made a toast and drank it all in one gulp.

The gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the cemetery.

The smell of wine in the cup drifted into the distance with the rhythm of the breeze. Perhaps it was Dugu Changkong who was responding. He lowered his head and smelled the aroma of wine, which filled his heart. Indescribable heroic spirit flowed from every corner of the cemetery.

"One more toast to fellow Taoist."

The monument keeper forced out a smile and drank again and again.

In a trance, two extremely powerful old men were sitting under a big tree, you drinking a glass and me drinking a glass.Although he was speechless, he drank happily, and all kinds of words were contained in the wine.

I respect your determination to stick to the Qingzong. You clearly have unparalleled power. You can find the world's life-extending medicine and hope to reach the realm of the quasi-emperor.But for the sake of peace, he went to the Demon Abyss even though he knew he was going to die.

The monument keeper's eyes were deep and he poured another cup into his mouth.

I respect you for enduring endless loneliness, guarding the holy monument, not being shaken by the prosperity of the world, and never slacking off for a day.

"rustle"

The leaves swinging and the sound of fine sand rubbing against each other are like the sounds of nature at this moment, playing the past of these two outstanding figures.

Although the two met on the same side, they cherished each other as if they were close friends.

If he didn't value it, how could the monument keeper make an exception and join the world to protect each other with one sword?

If Dugu Changkong had not regarded him as a good friend, he would have stayed for a few more days when he found the monument keeper, and would have given him all the wine he had.

It's a pity that the first time the two met, who would have thought it would be the last time.

We meet again, separated by heaven and earth.

There is no other way but to look at this cold and heartless tombstone, drink a few more drinks, and suppress the bitterness deep in my heart.

"That's all, that's all..."

The monument keeper seemed to be drunk, with a hint of wine dizziness on his cheeks. He suddenly laughed, waving his wrinkled right hand, acting slow and old, like a slumbering old man in the world, with a hoarse, low, and weak voice.

"Time is ruthless, and no one can escape this disaster. During the rest of your life, go see the scenery and taste the fine wines from various places."

"Compared with my ancestors in previous generations, I am already very lucky. At least, I gained freedom in my later years and don't have to look for a successor."

"It's time to go. I'll pay homage to you next time."

The monument keeper supported his old and tired body and stood up slowly.

After saying something, he slowly turned around and headed out of the cemetery.

The sunlight penetrated through the dense leaves, leaving mottled and disordered light and shadow on the ground.

The setting sun fell on the monument keeper, leaving a long and incomplete shadow behind him.

The wind blows the leaves, leaving only their shadows.

Loneliness and loneliness seem to be with you forever, until the end of life.

The moment the monument keeper walked out of the cemetery, a strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing up a stone on the ground and beating rapidly in one direction.

"Snapped"

With a crisp sound, the stone hit the wine glass in front of the tombstone due to the strong wind.

"Ding"

The wine glass was knocked over, and the wine in the glass flowed out, soaking the soil next to it.

Perhaps Dugu Changkong was dissatisfied with the aroma of the wine and wanted to take a good sip!

Maybe I want to see the monument keeper off and give him a toast in return.

Perhaps the thief had some mercy on him, so he let out a breath, stirred up a gust of wind, and blew the wine glass over, adding a happy ending to this scene of the reunion of confidants.