After a moment of silence, the man withdrew his gaze that had been resting on the two tombs for a long time, turned around and asked calmly:
"Junior sister Lan, with your formation skills, how long will it take to break through this shield smoothly?"
Hearing what the man in fine clothes said, the beautiful woman named Lan Qingmeng closed her eyes slightly again and began to think deeply.
Obviously, these two people are Yun Youya and Lan Qingmeng, the current sect masters of Qingxutian and Jingcitian among the three pillars of the Jiuzhou human race!
These two people, who usually stomp their feet, would make the entire world of cultivation tremble. For some reason, they appeared next to Qingyun's cabin at the same time.
After a while, Lan Qingmeng seemed to have some idea and said:
"Senior Brother Yun, among our generation, although I dare not praise my junior sister for her skills in formations, she is somewhat accomplished. But you should know that Mu Lan's talent in alchemy and medicine and Qimen formations back then was also extraordinary. , and it’s not even far from mine. Plus, if Yi Qing has taught me everything he can over the years, I’m afraid even if you and I work together, it will still take fifty years.”
After a pause, Lan Qingmeng said bluntly:
"After all, I'm not familiar with the formation methods of the Immortal Sword Sect, but if I can get help from the leader Yi Chen, the time may be shorter."
Yun Youya remained silent for a while without any response. After a while, he asked again:
"Then how long will it take to wait for this formation to fail on its own?"
Lan Qingmeng seemed to have known for a long time that he was going to hear this, and replied calmly:
"Although the arrangement of this array is exquisite, it does not use many rare things. The acetic acid will probably have to wait for about two hundred years."
After hearing two hundred years, the man's majestic expression finally dissipated, and he smiled self-deprecatingly. Then his face was filled with endless bitterness, and he murmured to himself:
"Qilin fang! Qilin fang! Why on earth is this? Why!"
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the whole wooden house seemed to tremble. Countless trees dropped their leaves, and all the creatures in the mountains were trembling.
It turned out that Yun Youya hit the golden protective shield with his palm. The violent fluctuations caused by the shield directly affected the entire mountain peak, and his eyes were filled with anger and confusion.
Lan Qingmeng quickly held the hand of the man named Yun and shouted excitedly without caring about anything else:
"Stop! Youya! If you continue, this place will be razed to the ground! You hate Yi Qing, but that is also the resting place of Mu Lan! How can Sister Qin rest under the Nine Springs if you do this!"
I don't know whether it was Lan Qingmeng's words that had some effect, or Yun Youya thought of something else. He suppressed the anger and confusion in his eyes, and forcefully clenched his fists to draw out wisps of blood. Lan Qingmeng felt heartbroken when he saw it. Incomparable.
"Is it possible that because Mu Lan and Yi Qing took a treasure, you will chase them to the ends of the earth? They are your children!"
I don't know why, although I have asked him countless times about what happened back then, Yun Youya either kept silent or kept talking about justice, as if he didn't care about the lives of his children at all.
Just a few days ago, she suddenly accepted his invitation and rushed thousands of miles to reach this deserted Yiren Mountain. Looking at these two unguarded lone graves, all the complexity in Yun Youya finally disappeared.
Only the rich sadness and longing are left, condensed into a sea.
Perhaps as the head of a sect, he could not smile or shed tears, but after thousands of years of practice, he had to send away his first wife and then his biological daughter. In the end, he was as lonely and helpless as a widower in the world, and his iron heart could not stand it. Living in such agony.
"Youya, if it's not convenient for you to come forward, why don't I ask the head of Yichen? No matter how they fought back then, they are brothers anyway, and the marriage was promised back then. I can’t blame you.”
Lan Qingmeng didn't want to use the past to provoke Yun Youya, but if she didn't talk about it now, they wouldn't even be able to enter Mu Lan's former residence, so she decided to take this step.
However, Lan Qingmeng still held Yun Youya's hand firmly, fearing that he would do something he would regret. In her opinion, Yun Youya just couldn't show his face and didn't want to admit that someone was disobeying her.
But now, what could be more painful than losing a white-haired person to a black-haired person? Not to mention that the daughter refused to see her father until her death.
Lan Qingmeng, who has been practicing Buddhism for many years, has not cut off love, but knows what love is better than others, so she knows very well that Yi Qing's tomb is probably real.
However, Yun Youya did not accept Lan Qingmeng's suggestion in the end. Instead, he once again resumed his identity as the majestic and majestic leader of Qingxutian Sect, and calmly said to Lan Qingmeng:
"Let's go, Junior Sister Lan."
Lan Qingmeng's eyes narrowed upon hearing this, and then she asked thoughtfully:
"Senior Brother Yun, won't you stay a little longer? Junior Sister can leave first."
"What's here is just a trace of dust. You and I don't covet the magic of Qilin Teeth, and cultivators are already used to seeing life and death. Let's go."
Yun Youya slowly took out the hand held by Lan Qingmeng, turned around and left the wooden house first, completely different from the excited moment before.
Lan Qingmeng stared blankly at Yun Youya who had left. She wanted to say something, but found that she had nothing to say.
Yes, even regret is useless, what’s the point of saying more? Not to mention that Sect Leader Yun never said a single word about that year from beginning to end. No one in the world knew what his thoughts were.
I have left the past, and the willows are still there.
Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.
She saw the broad shoulders and firm steps behind Yun Youya, but she didn't see the clothes on his chest that were wet with tears and his devastated heart.
After a while, Yun Youya and Lan Qingmeng went down the mountain one after another and arrived at Liangren Village, which had long been turned into a pile of ruins. The person waiting for them was none other than Qing Xutian in Qianzhong City. The leader of the garrisoned disciples, Wang Qingquan.
Regarding the arrival of the sect leader, Wang Qingquan's face was almost as polite as a courtesy, but there was no trace of due awe, as if he was just receiving an ordinary passer-by.
But when he saw Lan Qingmeng coming down the mountain with him, a look of great respect suddenly appeared on his face, and he quickly lowered his head. The contrast was so huge that it was shocking.
Surprisingly, Yun Youya did not blame Wang Qingquan for his rudeness and walked straight past him. However, he stopped before he had gone far and said calmly:
"Although Ruoshui is your master's biological sister, and Mu Lan is his niece, good and evil have always been inseparable. Yi Qing and Mulan ran away in front of them without permission, and willingly fell into the devil's way and snatched the Qilin teeth from behind. Even before I rectified them on the spot, I felt like I had received heaven's grace. To this day, I believe that not only was there no wrong I did, but I was kind-hearted."
Yun Youya said mechanically, as if he was talking about something insignificant, and as if he was talking to himself. Then, he glanced at Wang Qingquan, who was still bowing his head in silence, and continued:
"As for the punishment I meted out to you back then, I don't need to explain it to you, a little inner disciple. If you feel that I am biased, you can think about what you did and the rules and regulations of the sect that day, and take a look at this Is your punishment going to be severe or light?"
At this point, even Lan Qingmeng on the side saw the ugly look on Wang Qingquan's face, and was about to say something to smooth things over, but unexpectedly Yun Youya changed the topic and said:
"But I believe that I have no enmity with you, nor with your master, so from today on, you no longer need to be stationed in Qianzhong City. I will issue a handwriting when I return to the sect, and you can go and stay as you wish. That's up to you. But if you turn to Qingxu Tian, I hope you can explain clearly to Cheng Tian what I just said."
As he spoke, Yun Youya didn't even turn his head, as if Wang Qingquan was not worth mentioning in his eyes. He had been talking for a long time just wanting him to bring a message, but he just took two steps and stopped again. .
Under the luxurious brocade robe, there was boundless loneliness and loneliness, as if there were still something unfinished. Wang Qingquan, who seemed to have not yet reacted to the sudden surprise, suddenly raised his head and stared blankly at Yun Youya's back.
But in the end, Yun Youya did not speak or look back. Instead, he jumped into the air with a slight leap and disappeared into the air. The whirlwind he brought about made Wang Qingquan feel a little dazed.
After watching Yun Youya leave, Lan Qingmeng looked at Wang Qingquan with a bottomless look and asked:
"Master Nephew Wang, I have something to say that I don't know whether to ask or not."
"Senior, please tell me. If this junior knows about it, he must tell the truth."
After saying that, Wang Qingquan quickly bowed and bowed, still showing a completely different attitude from the way he treated the sect master.
"Do you know why Yi Qing and Mu Lan died?"
"What! Yi Qing passed away too? This, this, this junior does not know that both of you have passed away."
Hearing the news of Yi Qing's death, Wang Qingquan was extremely surprised. Although he didn't like the libertine who took away his senior sister, he was after all a peerless master in the spirit-returning realm and the pinnacle of human cultivation. Anyone who asked about the death of such a person would be greatly shocked. be surprised.
Lan Qingmeng looked at him calmly, wondering whether she was thinking about the authenticity of Wang Qingquan's words or something else. After a while, she asked again:
"Nephew Wang, do you know who erected their tombstones?"
Lan Qingmeng asked again, with obvious expectations in his words, but Wang Qingquan recovered from the shock very quickly, and then answered calmly:
"I don't know, junior. Maybe senior Yi Qing doesn't want to live alone. It's possible to set up his own tombstone first and then follow senior sister."
After receiving such an answer, Lan Qingmeng's face showed a heavy look of disappointment, she nodded slightly and said to him:
"Thank you for your hard work all the way from Qianzhong City to here, Master Nephew Wang. Sect Master Yun is not a hard-hearted person. Mu Lan's departure makes even me, a Buddhist, extremely sad. As a father, how could he not be heartbroken? Lung? But as the leader of a sect, he is the leader of the right path in the world, and sometimes he really can’t help himself. I hope you can understand what he just said to you, return to the sect as soon as possible, and explain it clearly to senior brother Chengtian."
