After Liu Dahu and his family stayed for a long time after worshiping Jiang Lan and Xiaoyu, they left slowly in the evening.

All around the grave is the rustling autumn wind.

In the tomb, Jiang Lan and Xiaoyu lie quietly together, time passes by little by little.

Their bodies began to change, seemingly rotting a little bit.

Time left footprints on them.

Time changes, and the stars change.

A light appeared in Jiang Lan's body, and the light shone around, and the light rain on the other side was also in the light.

The light becomes brighter and brighter.

Their dilapidated bodies began to rejuvenate, and a thought appeared above them, and the thought passed through the tomb, through the weeds, and finally stood on the tomb.

The thought gradually took shape and finally turned into two figures, one man and one woman.

It was Jiang Lan and Xiaoyu.

Their bodies have not been disturbed, so they have been silent until now.

Jiang Lan lowered his eyebrows and looked at the grave under his feet. At this time, the weeds grew a lot, and it was no longer like a grave, but more like a pile of soil.

It's too long, so long that no one remembers them.

Those who remember them in the past may have been silent over the years and have been through their lives.

Xiaoyu stood aside and watched Jiang Lan's eyes begin to wet.

The suffering of the world was the most sincere thing she felt.

Jiang Lan held Xiaoyu and said nothing. In fact, Xiaoyu said it right. He is a fairy, and Xiaoyu and the others are mortals.

It's not a problem of cultivation.

But Jiang Lan's heart has long been different. He is in the world, but he cannot experience the suffering of worldly affairs.

He has become detached from the world, and the light rain is still in the world.

Only she can understand the ups and downs of the world, from being accepted to being rejected, and then to being accepted.

She has also experienced it from crying with joy to crying sadness.

Xiaoyu is glad that she can get sweet feedback from the bitterness, while others may have been living in the suffering of the world. Only when they close their eyes can they be considered as a relief, and they may also have some nostalgia at that time.

Jiang Lan couldn't feel much, but he could get feedback from Xiaoyu.

The world is short and bitter, but it is also wonderful and brilliant and nostalgic.

The world can make people's hearts grow old and soften.

Perhaps it is because it is short, so it is the most special and unforgettable.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it seemed that the sky was intended to become a barrier to block everyone's gaze.

Jiang Lan's eyes were also covered by dark clouds. This cloud was like a lock, locking the road ahead and the future.

This lock is extremely important, but now it is not so unbreakable in Jiang Lan's eyes.

Experience life and death, and realizing the ups and downs of the past are nothing, and you cannot see the way forward because of this.

But he found the foundation from this ups and downs, bitterness and bitterness, world.

Nothingness produces nature, nature produces the great way, the great way produces a qi, and one qi divides yin and yang, yin and yang are the heaven and earth, and heaven and earth produce all things. This is the root of creation and the foundation of the saints.

Jiang Lan could know that he was in all things, and he wanted to stand here and peek at the end of everything.

Find a way that belongs to him.

boom!

He reached out and waved his hand to the sky, but waved it lightly.

The wind and clouds change, and the thunder roars.

The dark clouds began to surge, and a roar came out, as if struggling and unwilling to let go.

Boom!

The roar was transmitted in the Western Wilderness.

Everyone looked up at the sky, and the sky was thundering, but no one knew why.

Kunlun.

In front of the old wine inn, the eighth prince looked up at the sky:

"Why did it thunder today?"

"This thunder is a bit abnormal." The boy looked confused.

It is instinct to know that abnormality is abnormal, but there is no way to know what is abnormal.

Kunlun Hall.

Several peak masters gathered again.

They were attracted by the thunder, and the others could only know that the thunder was extraordinary.

And they could know how extraordinary this thunder was.

"Thunder from Daluo." Fairy Zhu Qing was shocked:

"Someone wants to become a semi-saint?"

"No, it's not a semi-saint, it's higher than a semi-saint." Feng Yixiao frowned.

"It's someone who is opening up a holy road." Jiu Zhongtian felt it, but the more he felt it, the more shocked he felt.

Becoming a semi-saint may surprise them, but it is no longer surprising to open up a path to becoming a saint.

It's horrifying.

"Speaking of this, Jiang Lan and the others have been down the mountain for 80 years, are they coming back soon?" Miao Yue suddenly mentioned Jiang Lan, and then looked at Xing Mo Zhengdong and said:

"What do you think of senior brother?"

"It should be." Mo Zhengdong said perfunctorily.

"Can he succeed?" Fairy Chenxi looked into the sky and said.

"This question is not right. Do you ask if you can open up a way out or if he can become a saint?" Liu Jing thought for a while and continued:

"If he is saint, he should not be able to do it, but he should be able to open up a way out."

"There have been a series of natural disasters in the wilderness and the earth is shaking. Is it time?" Fairy Miaoyue mentioned other things inexplicably.

"Well, time is coming, less than a hundred years, you are ready and wait for the last moment to come." Fairy Chenxi looked at the people around him and said:

"Is there anything I want to do or say that I have to do it in these decades, I've said it.

Don't leave any regrets."

"We all say something like we will be ruined in decades." Jiu Zhongtian said while drinking.

Fairy Chenxi looked at the others and lowered her head without saying a word.

If there is no surprise...

Fairy Miaoyue narrowed her eyes and looked at Mo Zhengdong, but in the end she said nothing.

Others didn't care, and perhaps there was no regret in their hearts.

...

...

Hurry!

The dark clouds dissipated, the sunlight fell, falling on Jiang Lan and Xiaoyu.

That is the future that Jiang Lan saw.

The chains of the world were broken, and he saw from the world to the road to becoming a saint.

There are two roads in front of him, one of which reaches the end, and that is the holy position.

If he is willing, he can successfully walk the holy path and become a saint in these few decades.

But this holy position is the holy position left by the way of heaven. Even if he goes up, it will not be able to solve the problem.

He wants to take another road, a road that only sees the direction but cannot see the holy position.

Give him some time and he might be able to see a brand new holy position, the first holy position above the heavenly way.

"I'm going back." Jiang Lan withdrew her gaze and gently stroked Xiaoyu's head.

"How long have we been lying?" Xiaoyu looked at the weeds around her and said:

"No one has come to visit the grave."

"It should have been decades, and there are no one nearby. I think I have moved to the city." Jiang Lan explained.
To be continued...