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Just as Jiang Lizhou walked into the backyard, a young man in a black suit suddenly landed in front of him. Jiang Lizhou immediately took a step back vigilantly, subconsciously touching Shang Ting in his arms.

The man looked at him unhurriedly, saw the half of the bamboo stick exposed, and said with a little regret in his tone, "You really didn't die."

Jiang Lizhou: "..." She can really talk.

Jiang Lizhou: "As you can see, the young and strong can't die for a while——Which one is your Excellency?"

The man seemed to be smiling: "I also really hope that you live a few more days." He glanced at the roof, and the side of his neck that was originally covered by his long hair was exposed, with a hideous red scar stretching across it, as if from The side of the ear has been extended to the clavicle.

Jiang Lizhou frowned unhappily, seeing that the man was about to leave after arguing, Shang Ting heard the flames rushing towards his ears, the man quickly stepped aside, and said in surprise: "Okay, how to hit someone. "

Jiang Lizhou didn't stop, and waved towards his face again: "Come uninvited and deal with it like a thief."

The man avoided it flexibly: "The little general is so angry."

The two went through a lot of tricks, Jiang Lizhou didn't agree with him, and put on a posture of "I can't educate you anymore", the man didn't want to entangle, so he turned over and jumped on the roof, Jiang Lizhou obviously didn't want to let him go, the two of them again Fight on the roof.

The man took two steps back, and then turned sideways to avoid a stick. When Jiang Lizhou was about to throw the stick in the face, a two-finger-wide iron chain came out of his cuff, holding Shang Ting firmly. Wrapping around and pulling hard, Jiang Lizhou was restrained, and finally fell silent for a while.

The man tugged on the chain tightly, and sighed: "I really didn't come to fight with you today—but, don't you really know me?"

Jiang Lizhou was really fed up with this kind of asking for recognition, he turned and pulled Shang Ting suddenly with his hands, and slid back a few steps because of inertia, squinted his eyes after standing still, and said with a sneer: "Which great power in the world, do I have to know?"

The man took back the chain and said in surprise: "What the strong monk said is true, I thought he deliberately humiliated me."

He smiled and cupped his hands again: "Cen Yu, then...Little General, oh no, Daoist, next time we will discuss."

This time, Cen Yu took advantage of his daze and quickly got away.

Hearing this kind of words again, Jiang Lizhou felt his whole body churn, as if the whole world knew about it, but he was the only one who didn't know like an idiot.

He had a strange intuition that there must be a key to open the memory on the top floor of Zangshu Pavilion.

He couldn't help but think of Lin Qinghe's extremely taboo, how amazing it must be to make the blood of the gods pay such attention.

Thinking of this, my heart began to block again.

Is there anything you can't tell me?

It's okay, after being made such a fuss, I don't feel sleepy at all.

As soon as Lin Qinghe returned to Linyun, he saw a round figure standing at the foot of the mountain from a distance. There was no wind for five miles around Linyun Mountain, and that person remained motionless, like a great Buddha in meditation.

"Elder Yan Zhong," Lin Qinghe went up to greet him, and met the younger generation, "What happened?"

Yan Zhong smiled amiably, and stretched out his hand to support him: "Tiger and the old man, why are you polite, I haven't seen you for a long time, let's see how the tiger is doing."

Lin Qinghe followed him and walked slowly towards Linyun Mountain: "The elder was joking, didn't he just meet him at Mingzhu Mountain a few months ago."

Yan Zhong gave a deep laugh: "Tiger hasn't come out of the mountain for more than 300 years—oh, if you don't count those times when you sneaked to Mingzhu Mountain—do you have a charter in your heart now?"

Lin Qinghe smiled wryly: "There are no rules and regulations. I have always had no big ambitions, and I can always remember that. It's just a little private wish. I will know what the elder wants to ask."

In Linyun Mountain, the dry and cracked soil, still wind, and silent water all together create a suffocating sense of death.

Yan Zhong stood on the bank of the Qianleng River, as if he had merged with this cold abyss that had been silent for thousands of years, it was so heavy that it made people slow down even their breathing.

"It's good to have private wishes, at least you know what you live for," Yan Zhong said in a soft voice, but the words he said were like heavy stones, and every word fell heavily on his heart, "but if the private wishes are too heavy, they will become Shackles, look at yourself, how many years you have been locked up."

Lin Qinghe smiled lightly: "I don't regret death."

Yan Zhong laughed loudly: "What a death without regret."

Yan Zhong: "Since we can be determined to this extent, when will the things in the Zangshu Pavilion be returned to the original owners by the Shenxiao Sect?"

Lin Qinghe suppressed his smile, bowed his head and did not respond.

Yan Zhong smiled inscrutablely: "The reason why mountains become mountains is because they are tall and straight, and they form heaven and earth by themselves. What is the difference between a sacred mountain and a mortal hill when it falls into a whole?"

He patted Lin Qinghe on the shoulder, put his hands behind his back, and left like an ordinary old man playing chess and walking a bird, reciting in a low voice: "The sacred mountain has its own majestic appearance, and it does not wait for the cage of the world..."

Mount Kinabalu has its own majesty

Don't wait for the cage lock of the world

Water grows, mountains grow green

How can we ask for more day by day

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Lin Qinghe was stunned for a long time, facing the eternally silent Linyun Mountain, felt for the first time that he might really have nowhere to go.

It was as if he had always insisted that he was the only thing he did right, probably something like an obsession, which fell apart in an instant, and this little bit of obsession was the only thing that supported him through the long years alone.

Anyway, the number is the only one, and I thought that the meaning of myself probably lies in this, whether it is waiting or suffering, as long as there is this hope hanging on, I am not afraid of anything.

From this point of view, all the cautiousness and cover-up out of love are self-satisfied and self-righteous.

But what else could be done?

Lin Qinghe squeezed his hands hidden in his sleeves, sighed a long time, and said in a low voice: "Whether it's right or wrong, he has to say it."

As he said this, he had no confidence in his heart, and he said to himself: "If you hide it from him like this, he will be angry, forget it, just coax you when you are angry, as long as you don't ignore people..."

Jiang Lizhou, who was so disturbed that he didn't sleep well, was really angry now, and he didn't want to go to Qiu Yu to join in the fun, so he just wandered around in the winding mountain road of Taihuai Mountain.

Recalling what happened last time, Jiang Lizhou went around Houhai again, and the red light he saw last time became stronger again, trying to find where the light came from, but the thing seemed to circle around, no matter where it came from. There is no change in direction.

He walked around the bank for several times but didn't understand it. He was about to look at another place when a black shadow flashed past very quickly and rushed into the woods on the back mountain.

Jiang Lizhou subconsciously followed, and the figure ran so fast that it went straight towards the mountain to the east.

On the first day, the hunting ground for Qiu Xi was there.

Jiang Lizhou felt faintly uneasy, but the person in front of him might be more powerful than himself, and he had to be careful to hide his whereabouts while chasing after him, so the distance was always not far or close.

It wasn't until he entered the forest that the person's speed slowed down. Jiang Lizhou quickly hid himself behind the tree, when suddenly there was a cracking sound of a broken blade in his ears, he quickly bent over and retreated, and the dead leaves all over the ground were also lifted up and blown up. A burst of dust.

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