Yunqin was worried.

Her eyes were wide open as she stared at the human world. Her usually carefree face was now filled with boredom. She didn't even notice the old ox approaching her, until the old ox reached out and patted Yunqin's shoulder. The girl was startled and shrank back.

Then he realized it was Old Yellow Ox, turned around, glared at him in annoyance, and said, "Uncle Niu, what are you doing?!"

“I was scared to death!”

The old ox couldn't help but laugh and said, "How could I scare you?"

"It's obvious that you were distracted. I don't know how many times I called you just now. You couldn't hear me even when I called so loudly. Not to mention paying attention to me, you didn't even turn your head. What on earth are you thinking about?"

"Come, come, Uncle Niu brought you the Hundred Flower Honey from your sister, the Hundred Flower Fairy. It's your favorite."

Yunqin's eyes lit up and she asked, "Hundred Flower Honey, Uncle Niu, where did you get it from?"

The old ox said proudly, "Of course it's from a bet. Kuimu Lang has a lot of it under his bed. Even after talking to me till my mouth is dry, he won't share even a little bit. He's really stingy."

"Humph, I said I had a portrait of Baihuaxiu and wanted him to gamble with me. This kid said he didn't want to at first, but in the end he couldn't help it and came to me? Humph, what methods do I have, and what is the skill of this kid? I'll do this first, and then do this..."

"Haha, didn't this kid lose?"

Yunqin looked at the old ox with a beaming face, watching him talk about his proud deeds. As usual, he accurately found the blind spot of the problem. She was puzzled and said:

"A portrait of Sister Baihuaxiu? Uncle Niu, how did you get this?"

The old ox’s voice paused.

Then he said, "Of course it's fake... cough cough cough, what I mean is, don't ask too much about adults' affairs, just eat your snacks."

Seeing that the girl was pleased, the old ox was very pleased and laughed loudly:

"How is it? It's not worse than the one that Wuhuo gave you, right?"

Then the smile on Yunqin's face froze, and her whole body drooped and she sighed.

The old ox's mouth twitched.

I wanted to slap myself in the face.

Oh my god, this broken mouth!

I told you to say more!

Why are there so many mouths?!

Yun Qin looked at the clouds swirling around the world and said, "Uncle Niu, has sixty years passed?"

The old ox replied, "It's only been four or five years. A sixty-year cycle will take another ten or so four or five years."

Yunqin put the snacks in her hand aside, held her chin with both hands, sighed, and said:

"Why does time go by so slowly?"

"Time clearly passed so quickly in the past. I looked at the clouds and the wind, and before I knew it, a year had passed. How come it feels like a whole sixty years have passed, but only a few years have passed?"

Yunqin asked, "Uncle Niu, how long is a sixty-year period?"

The old ox thought for a moment and replied, "A person in the world, if you look at him, can't even walk steadily, and in the end, he has white hair and can't even walk steadily, it's probably sixty years."

Yunqin asked again: "Then how long is three hundred years?"

The old ox replied, "In the era of chaos and war among nations 8,000 years ago, a country went from being established in its early years to being in a state of great vigor and vitality, then gradually becoming prosperous, and then gradually having various problems, and finally being overthrown and perishing for various reasons, which took about 300 years."

He looked at the girl in front of him.

Yunqin was born eight thousand years ago, but was ambushed by Qing Jingwei when the Weaver Girl was pregnant. After Yunqin was born, her soul was unstable and was sealed in the mysterious ice for thousands of years. The time when her soul truly recovered and grew gradually was when the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd were both named star gods, which was only more than three hundred years.

The old ox said kindly, "Three hundred years..."

"It can be considered as the total time of all the experiences that you remember clearly, Yunqin."

The girl responded.

All the time since the beginning of consciousness.

She suddenly realized more clearly that this was a very long separation.

Lao Huangniu sighed in his heart. For Yunqin, it was indeed the first time to suddenly say goodbye to a friend for such a long time. It must have been extremely painful. He looked at the girl sitting there, saying something with her brows lowered. He couldn't help but feel concerned for the younger generation and was about to comfort her.

The old ox moved its ears and heard clearly what the girl was saying. It gritted its teeth and said:

"Damn it, Wuhuo, you didn't even tell me what a period of time is. Is this a period of time?!"

"Just wait, wait until you come back, I will definitely..."

"I will bite you hard!"

Yunqin gnashed her teeth in annoyance.

The old ox was speechless.

This girl of mine is really very generous and she won't just indulge in loneliness and sadness.

For the Taoist, it was just a matter of separation for a while.

The more Yunqin thought about it, the angrier she became. Finally, she slapped Yunqi in annoyance, raised a sword in her right hand, turned around, and said, "I won't look at it anymore. I'm leaving!"

The old ox was startled and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go practice!"

The old yellow ox deliberately took a breath and said, "You want to practice?! Did you eat the wrong snack today?"

"You actually took the initiative to practice?!"

“Of course—” The girl raised her sword, and lowered her eyes like Beidi Xiao, looking at the world across the sea of ​​clouds, and said: “In the thirty-three heavens, troops have been deployed everywhere, Tianshu Academy is even more tense, and the world is also blocked. They must be competing with Wuhuo. Wuhuo didn’t tell me because he was worried that I would do something.”

"In this matter, I can only grit my teeth and wish I could bite him."

"But, after all, isn't it because I'm not involved enough in this matter? Wuhuo is just worried about me. Doesn't it make sense that he has to suffer my anger just because he's worried about me? If there are more and more things in the future, I always feel that I will be further and further away from him."

The smile on the girl's face gradually faded.

The old ox noticed that when she didn't smile, her brows were cold and quiet, her hair was flying, and it seemed that she was gradually growing up and could no longer be called a girl.

She held the sword, thought for a moment, and said:

"Practicing is very hard."

"But I feel like, by drifting further and further apart, I'm disappearing from his world."

“It seems even more bitter.”

Yunqin raised her sword, her eyebrows raised:

"Anyway, this girl must practice hard and surprise him."

"One day, I must save him once."

"Let's see if he will still underestimate me then!"

The old ox sat on the cloud nearby, listening to the cold girl whispering with her fist clenched.

At this moment, this matter is just normal.

At this moment, he just smiled.

Seeing that the girl's expression became somewhat complacent as she spoke, she turned around, put the sword in her hand horizontally behind her back, put her hands on her chest, and walked forward with light steps, saying: "Of course, practice your teeth first!"

"After sixty years, or after three hundred years?"

"Taoist Wuhuo——"

"Just wait for me!"

…

Time passes in the human world and changes very quickly, but the "haze" that Qi Wuhuo saw when he looked up seemed to have taken root in the sky. As the days passed, although it had not decreased at all, it seemed that there had been no change. Only with the passage of time could one see that it was slowly growing.

A little bit a day, a little bit every two days.

Just like the melting snow in spring, you may not notice any change in one or two days, but as time goes by, it becomes a huge change.

I don’t know if it’s some kind of offensive formation or some hidden magic weapon.

All we know is that it is gathering momentum.

According to the current speed of change, in about ten years, it will be visible even if you look up, and in less than sixty years, it will cover the entire sky. Qi Wuhuo seemed to be thinking for several days, and his state of [Control] was already circulating in his body.

On this day, a guard from the palace came to the treasury room with a scroll in his hand. The scroll was made of white jade, with an ink base and gold ink. On it was a handwritten letter from Li Weifeng. At the end, after mentioning the beheading of the Human Emperor, he said that he wanted the Taoist to come and give a posthumous title to the previous Human Emperor.

Apart from this, there is nothing else said, but many hidden words have already been written in it.

The Taoist remained silent for a long time, then wrote down a word solemnly.

For Li.

Killing innocent people is called Li; being tyrannical and ruthless is called Li; being stubborn and cruel is called Li; supporting evil and violating justice is called Li.

Then, when the guard left, he took out something and asked the trusted guard to take it over.

At the same time, a goshawk flapped its wings, and after an extremely long flight, it broke through the wind and snow and finally arrived at the military camp ahead, delivering a jade slip. The accompanying officers did not dare to delay at all, and immediately handed the jade slip over to the higher authorities and reported it to the mighty King Li Zhai.

There was a brief message inside.

Explained a few things.

The crimes of the previous emperor and his death.

He hoped that Li Zhai, as his son, would give him a posthumous title.

This is actually bowing your head.

Let the son give his father a posthumous title. As the old saying goes, all things are empty when a person dies, and it seems that all grudges can be let go of with a reason. In Li Weifeng's judgment, although Li Zhai could not be given a beautiful posthumous title, he could also give him a moderate one.

At that time, in the north, the snow was flying everywhere like big dust, hitting the face, dry and cold.

The mighty king sat for a long time under the heavy snow, leaning on the iron spear that had killed countless enemies.

Made a reply.

Posthumous title——

quiet!

Blockage and obstruction is called You; disruption of the normal order is called You; violation of etiquette and disruption of the normal order is called You; mob violence and destruction of justice is called You!

It is already one of the worst bad names.

This is the final evaluation of the life of the mighty King Li Zhai, who was his son and the first to rebel against the Human Emperor. After learning the news of his father's death, he did not rush back to the capital, but silently took out the longevity lock his father gave him when he was young.

He took a pot of strong liquor, placed the longevity lock on the stone, and spilled the liquor as if they were drinking together.

He immediately turned around, picked up his spear, and set out on his destined legend.

Never look back.

The well-fed goshawk flapped its wings, beating the wind, frost, rain and snow. Even though it was a rare beast with pure blood, the distance was still far. It crossed the countless obstacles of thousands of mountains and rivers and came to the capital of the mortal world. The bell under the storage room rang, and the young Taoist tidied his clothes.

"Well, Uncle Qi, I'm going to set off now."

The young Taoist Mingxin bids farewell to Qi Wuhuo.

He smiled and said, "A practitioner of the Way needs to travel the world and see all kinds of people, and then it is possible to see oneself. Although I can gain countless insights by practicing beside you, what I gain under your guidance is yours after all. I am just like a child learning to walk."

"Only what I have walked, seen, and thought about, that is my own path and understanding. If I don't practice the Tao, how can I obtain the Tao, and how can I understand the Tao?"

"In three to five years at the shortest, or ten years at the longest, I will definitely come back."

"I will report to you everything I know when the time comes."

The young Taoist Mingxin leaned over and rubbed the little medicine spirit's head.

He bowed deeply again, then turned around and walked out of the Shenwu capital step by step with unwavering determination, to witness the great era of unification of the world and the collision of countless ideas. The young man who had lost his memory frowned, but finally chose to set off with Mingxin.

When the goshawk from the north flew over the flag at the highest point of the city.

The future Taoist master walked out of the city. He couldn't help but look back at the tallest Zhaixing Tower, but it was too far away and he couldn't see his old friend. He turned around and looked at the road ahead of him, saying, "Everyone has their own way to go."

"[Yin] Ah, let's go."

"snort."

The man who had lost his memory sneered and did not answer, but did not move away.

They walked out of the city, and people from all over the human world poured into the city.

Coming and going, this side and that side.

In the Zhaixing Tower, the young man, who was already wearing the clothes of the Human Emperor, held the sword with one hand and looked down at the vast world. He stretched out his hand and let the eagle fall on his arm, then took down the jade slip, turned around, and walked to the table step by step.

Jade slips and scrolls, put together.

Posthumous title——

【Mysterious and fierce】

Throughout history, there has never been a posthumous title more cruel than this one.

Li Weifeng recalled what his uncle said before he died, and holding the sword, he said: "I will never be like you." He glanced across the table and saw the mechanical bird in the corner, and the thing that the Taoist brought, which was the wine jug in his hand that night. The wine jug was cleaned and there was only clear and clean water in it.

Li Weifeng lowered his eyes, as if he knew everything. He held the sword and walked past the two things on the table.

He walked down from the Star-Picking Tower step by step.

The general was riding his war horse galloping across the snowy plain, the young Taoist was walking on his own path, and the king, with his back to him, began his own life. The wind swept through the Zhaixing Tower, brushing past the world and its busy people. The freshly baked cakes were steaming, the smoke from the roadside cooking was rising, and the students in the school were still reciting Taoist scriptures.

It seems that nothing has changed. Everyone has their own choices and everyone has their own path.

It is so crisscrossed, and you and I are all in it, it is the vast world and the majestic trend.

Fuxi lowered his eyes, with a rare gentleness in them, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

wrong!

That's totally wrong!

That Taoist priest didn't come back after seeing off the younger Taoist priest?!

Although the man in green did not do any divination, he instinctively felt that something was very wrong. He looked up and suddenly saw an incomparable clear air rising into the sky in this vast world, which seemed to be enough to cover the entire world. Fuxi's face changed suddenly, and in an instant he flew across the distance, across the world, and appeared in the place where the clear air was rising into the sky.

Before seeing the Nine Stele, the Taoist stood alone, but the aura of [Control] on his body dissipated.

Or rather, it did not disperse, but fell into the hands of the Taoist, and was expelled by the Taoist, turning into a seed-like shape. It was particularly dazzling in this world. Fuxi stopped, looking at the back of the Taoist, holding the seed in his hand.

The world around is bustling with people coming and going, but at this moment it seems to have become a mere background.

It didn't bother them.

The Taoist's voice was calm: "In the eyes of Emperor Xi, the highest is to abandon everything. Only my practice, not being bound by external things, is the only way to transcend, and is pure."

"The lower level is to follow the aura of the imperial master, practice in secret, protect the human world, and eventually reach the pinnacle of cultivation, which is called imperial master."

"Then, what if I transform this imperial aura into a seed, drop it on the human world, and let it grow in the mortal world, so that this imperial aura can be differentiated and distributed into the common human world?"

Qi Wuhuo moved his palm slightly, and the seed of Yu fell into the human world.

In an instant, it merges with the human world.

"This aura of the Imperial Guard comes from the rituals of the common people in the world, and now it returns to the common people in the world, which is also a natural thing. And I, naturally, have my own path to follow, and I don't need to rely on the help of others."

The Taoist turned around, looked at Emperor Xi, and said softly:

"The world is changing, and the world is changing."

"I, the poor Taoist Qi Wuhuo, took this power of Qi as my son, and came to the mortal world to give this world a prosperous sixty years."

"Fellow Daoist, how is it?"

Emperor Xi remained silent.