Eternal gate

"See you next year."

Zhao Yun smiled hoarsely and walked away.

From the beginning to the end, he never looked back. He only left a bleak figure for his relatives, friends, and Qianqiu City, but those familiar faces were already engraved in his soul.

"See you next year."

Ruoshui waved her little hand, her beautiful eyes filled with mist.

Beside her, Yan Ruyu, Xiaocai Mi, Huan Meng, Chi Yan... all had tears in their eyes.

"See you next year."

Mozi took a deep breath and watched Zhao Yun go away.

The same words were said by Niu Hong, Jian Nan, Mu Zhaoxue, Lin Xie, Su Yu, Man Teng, Xing Hun, Xiao Wu Nian, Wang Zha, Xiao Bufan, Big Head Ghost, Xiao Wu Ling, etc.

"I'm not prepared at all." The mustache said sadly.

"He is a true dragon, destined to soar in the nine heavens." The old man in Shouti said deeply.

No one refuted this. That man started practicing martial arts and followed a path that went against heaven.

"On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, someone... left." Ghost-faced Yama took out the small notebook again, and wrote this paragraph in it one by one. Luoxia fell asleep, and he would record this. one day.

"Why are you still a little sad?" Cang Qiong murmured.

In eight thousand years, it’s rare to see a junior look at each other like this, and then leave now?

Why!

Under the sky.

Lots of sighs.

The man left.

This farewell, I don’t know when we will meet again.

This farewell may be an eternal farewell.

Under the moon.

Zhao Yun carried the wine and walked eastward.

The fate of Tiansha Lone Star destined him to be lonely all the way.

As he walked, he disappeared.

In other words, it suffered a spatial change.

When he appeared again, he saw an endless sea.

It is the Southern Territory, and now... it has been classified as the territory of the Great Xia Dragon Dynasty.

By mistake?

Beginning and end?

Zhao Yun looked around and stood alone for a long time. Such an unforeseen change in space moved him to the southernmost part of Daxia. Did this make him have to walk the same way he came from?

Whatever.

Take a good look at the land before you leave.

He lifted his feet and walked across the sea in the night wind.

It wasn't until he walked onto a small island that he settled down silently.

It was still the same old tree. Under the tree lay a petite fox. It was Long Fei's nine-tailed fox.

"Got to go?"

"Um."

He also sat down and sat for a long time.

That night, Concubine Long was buried here.

At some point, he got up and disappeared into the night.

Forget the ancient city.

His hometown.

After the war, this small town has regained its vitality. Even at night, it is still bustling. He is covered in a black robe and walks among the shadows. No one knows who he is, he is just a passerby.

Facing her was a beautiful shadow.

Nai Liu Ruyue was also forgetting the ancient city.

Gratitude and resentment, only one passing by.

Um?

After walking far away, Liu Ruyue suddenly looked back and scanned the bustling crowd.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Liu Ruyue closed her eyes and walked away.

Zhao Yun met too many acquaintances, including Yang Xiong, Lao Xuankong, Rude, Lao Yangtou, Yang Dawu...

He didn't show up, just a passerby.

In front of the Zhao family's residence, he silently settled down again.

After the war.

The world is at peace and the world is at peace. The Zhao family has returned one after another and rebuilt the Zhao family mansion.

He saw Zhao Chuan, now the head of the Zhao family, who had built this mansion exactly the same as in his memory. It was still as warm and cozy as in his memory, which made him feel hazy.

"Disciple."

The Moon God's sudden words woke him up from his drowsiness.

Zhao Yun raised his eyes and looked at the consciousness.

The moon god has risen and stepped off the moon.

"I...have to leave." Moon God smiled softly.

"Where to go."

"Return to the God Realm."

"Have a good journey..." Zhao Yun smiled.

“Only by never forgetting your original intention can you succeed.”

Moon God stretched out his hand across his consciousness and flicked Zhao Yun's face.

With these words, she soared into the sky like a dreamy divine light.

This is the first time she has stepped out of Zhao Yun's consciousness since the ninth life blessing. She did not choose the wrong person. This young man named Zhao Yun is more amazing than she imagined. She gave Zhao Yun a chance, and Zhao Yun also gave her a big gift. Good luck, I hope her disciples can sing loudly all the way.

Eh?

Before the moon god could enter the misty sky, he heard a yelp.

It was Zhukong, the sanctioner of the mortal world, who was studying the chess classics when he sensed the divine power for a moment, and when he took a look... it turned out to be that girl from the Moon God, who appeared out of nowhere, and It is the state of soul body.

never mind.

Now that you've come to the mortal world, don't leave.

Zhukong cursed secretly and reached out his hand in the air.

"The first favor...let her go." Zhao Yun said immediately.

Zhukong raised his eyebrows after hearing this, and the hand he stretched out actually stopped there.

He is a god, and the favors he owes must be repaid.

In just an instant, the Moon God disappeared.

God! Even the remnant soul can walk through special channels.

She wanted to take Zhao Yun away, but unfortunately, Qian Kun in the mortal world stopped her.

Zhao Yun looked up at the stars quietly, watching the Moon God leave.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and looked at his consciousness again.

The Moon God was gone, but the moon was still hanging over him, like a distant dream, and it made him feel trance-like.

That year, he was the moon god he met in Wangu City;

This year, he was also the Moon God sent away in Forgotten City.

Although the god named Xiu'er tricked him from time to time, he was a good and conscientious master. He was used to the moon god being in his consciousness, and he was really not used to it when he left like this.

"Boy, you are so good!"

From outside, Zhukong yelled.

Understood.

He figured it all out.

No wonder Zhao Yun is such a monster.

No wonder Zhao Yun knows so many untold secrets.

No wonder Zhao Yun always encounters opportunities wherever he goes.

It turns out that there is a god hidden inside that kid.

And, what’s more, it’s the Moon Goddess.

This means that the person who played against him was not Zhao Yun from beginning to end! It's the disciple of the Moon God who can kill a thousand swords and face the God of Chess. It's strange that he can win. It's a shame to lose these two favors!

Scolds are scolded.

Favors still have to be repaid.

He is a god, and the promises he makes will be recorded and recognized.

It's just that small.

If you dare to break your promise, your karma will be ruined.

He is also thinking about breaking through to a higher divine position, and he must not let his guard down in this matter.

Zhao Yun left again. When passing by Qingfeng City, he glanced at his old friend.

The so-called old friend refers to Yan Tianfeng and Qingyao. He returned to his hometown many days ago and is sitting under the moon, playing the piano quietly.

When Zhao Yun came, the sound of the piano stopped for a moment.

Qingyao stood up suddenly and chased out of the small garden, but saw nothing.

There is a dry well in the barren mountains and ridges, which is quiet and dark.

Zhao Yun passed by and stopped for a moment.

It was here that he and Youlan took refuge when they were hunted down.

It was also in this well that he found an ever-burning lamp.

He closed his eyes and continued on his way.

After he left, a beautiful figure walked here unexpectedly.

That was Youlan, a former Rashomon killer with extremely beautiful eyes.

She jumped into a dry well and didn't come out for a long time. Here is her best memory. A man named Zhao Yun pulled her back to the world from hell.

Yin Yue Wang Tomb.

Zhao Yun poured out a piece of wine to pay homage to King Yin Yue.

So far, the Netherworld is still closed, and even he, a quasi-immortal, can no longer summon it.

Soon, a woman walked out of the tomb.

Nai Ziling, a tombkeeper from the Yin Yue King lineage, saw the wine in front of the tomb and subconsciously looked around.

Zhao Yun walked and arrived at the southeast border pass.

Under the moonlight, you can see the handsome red flame woman standing on the city wall.

Beside her, the lotus lamp hung, dyed with colorful flames, pregnant with Chu Wushuang's spirit.

"May you be resurrected soon."

Zhao Yun murmured and turned around slowly.

Chu Lan looked back, and the fire of the lotus lantern also swayed.

Not far from the border, there was a small tomb with a woman leaning on the tombstone and falling asleep.

That was Feng Wu, and buried in the grave was her brother, who was mutilated by Yin Ming, imprisoned in torture, and dragged into the battlefield as cannon fodder...

The wind was cold, causing her delicate body to curl up.

When she opened her eyes, she was covered with a cloak, and there were three more sticks of musk in the incense burner in front of the grave.

Zhao Yun is still walking.

Back then, I went all the way north to avenge my father and save my mother.

Now, he is still heading north, and his journey is longer than he imagined.

The night is quiet.

He is like a lonely ghost, wandering in the darkness.

Hewu!

A cry from the forest broke the tranquility of his mind.

It was a dart team, and you could see a woman riding a horse, wearing a fancy dress and looking heroic.

"Xi Ling."

Zhao Yun murmured in his heart, walking gently by, he couldn't help but recall a past event.

That year, he was chased by the devil and rolled down the hillside, but was saved by the escort Xi Ling. A fragment of Qingjue was obtained from this girl. Unexpectedly, he met her again in the same place.

"Miss, I won't meet him again."

“I love going this route.”

The escort team is getting further and further away.

And Zhao Yun's back became increasingly lonely.

Forgetting the river, he went to offer a stick of incense to Mengdie.

In Shanhe Village, he went to pay homage to a generation of barbarian kings.

In the old grave in Gushan, he sat holding Miaoyu's wedding dress for a long, long time.

The night in Tianzong is peaceful and quiet.

When Zhao Yun walked up to Zizhu Peak, he happened to see Mu Qinghan dancing his sword under the moonlight.

In front of Yun Yan's grave, there are her scattered petals, which are the master's favorite flowers.

Zhao Yun stood on the top of the mountain and could see Tianzong at a glance. He could see Yang Xuanzong sitting in the pavilion drinking tea, he could see Old Taoist Ouyang refining weapons, he could see Dan Xuan refining elixirs, he could see Elder Chen Xuan and the others looking at the new year's goods. Zhuge Xuandao....

His clothes are spotless, he comes quietly and leaves quietly.

The imperial capital at night is still full of flowers.

I always see a bald man running back and forth chasing the Peach Fairy.

After all, he was scolded and still shameless.

Zhao Yun went to see Linglong and saw her painting, as if she was painting him.

He entered the palace, gave Long Yang an immortal magic, and gave Yu Ling a chance. Before leaving, he also left a jug of good wine for Long Zhan...

After going around in a big circle, he finally entered the East China Sea.

The worldly road at the end of the sky is still so bright with stars.

"Second favor: protect Daxia."

Zhao Yun whispered to the person who punished him.

Zhukong could certainly hear it, but his old face was extremely dark.

"The third favor...."

Zhao Yun did not say clearly that he left this favor to his relatives and friends.

If some year, relatives and friends encounter unforeseen changes, you can find someone to punish you.

"Mortal world."

"I am leaving."

He took one last look at the world and embarked on his next journey.