"Holy Lord."

"No need to be polite."

Zhao Yun under the moon is like a leisurely tourist, wandering around the mountains with a wine bottle.

It was a quiet night, and there were many disciples practicing in the forest, along the paths, and by the pool. When they saw him, they stood up from afar and bowed respectfully.

Until he left, the younger generation did not close their eyes, their eyes were full of awe and their expressions were dazed.

They think that mortals are weak and humble, and as immortals, they can completely overlook them.

Only when you see Zhao Yun can you know what the ultimate mortal is.

Even if they don't have any cultivation, they can only look up to him.

"The Tao has no end."

The murmurs of the younger generations concealed a bit of enlightenment.

They are awake and can see myths in this era.

And the leader of his divine dynasty is that myth, creating an immortal legend.

Reflecting the starlight, Zhao Yun gradually moved away.

Although his pace was slow, there was no trace behind him.

In fact, not even a single footprint can be seen.

For this reason, many people followed him secretly.

Like Wang Zha, like Xiao Wuling, they have been following him for most of the night.

Especially the little fog spirit, from time to time, will lie on the ground, like a little pug, with its little head lowered, its butt raised, and sniffing while crawling.

After smelling it all the way, I came to the conclusion: someone is really strange. He has no footprints and no breath, just like a person who does not exist.

"Robbery."

Ahead, someone is blocking the way.

He has a mustache and stays up most of the night, running around and whining.

Along with it, there is also an old man in shrouds. After many years, he still doesn't know how to change his clothes.

As long as they have a daughter-in-law, they won't be so idle.

"A mortal body, need to be repaired again?" Mustache handed over a pot of wine.

"It's time to take a trip back." Zhao Yun smiled.

"If we beat you up, your daughters-in-law... won't be impatient!" The old man in Shouti had a smile on his face, and he actually had an iron rod in his sleeve, knocking the sap of the Lord of the Divine Dynasty, thinking

It’s so fucking exciting just thinking about it.

"It's exciting but not exciting."

pound!

The old master of Shroud really knocked on it, mainly because he wanted to see if Zhao Yun, with a mortal body, could still resist the beating.

Not to mention, this stick will make a sound when knocked down.

Mr. Zhao bared his teeth and got hit with a sap. It hurt!

Hey...!

The wives are not anxious, but the disciples are.

Well, Haochen and Ruoshui had already arrived, and they quickly threw the old shroud out of the sky, along with their mustaches, and sent them up to the sky to look at the stars.

"Master." Ruoshui and Haochen were as respectful as before.

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Yun touched the back of his head, his eyes filled with little gold stars.

Disciple... is much more reliable than a good friend.

For example, Haochen and Ruoshui were filled with worry, taking elixirs and sacrificing divine power.

But these will disappear into thin air if they enter Zhao Yun's body.

In this regard, the elder who peeped in secret gave a good explanation:

He is a mortal, but he is extraordinary, and external objects cannot be integrated into his body.

Zhao Yun left again.

He spent most of the next six months on the road.

That's right, he has no cultivation, can't move in space, and can't fly in the air. Even the dream path is greatly restricted due to the hidden dangers of false cultivation, and he can't walk on foot.

According to his words:

Eat and sleep outdoors and experience life.

When you are hungry, you pick fruits and eat them.

When he was thirsty, he took a bath in the water.

When he was tired, he slept on a branch of a tree.

There are always people who can't stand it.

Like an old turtle, he ran over and talked for three or two days.

It is nothing more than asking Zhao Yun to go into seclusion and regain the realm of the Emperor God as soon as possible.

No rush.

This is Zhao Yun's answer.

Cultivation... I definitely need to repair it, but the time is not right.

To be more precise, the situation is wrong.

The Eternal Greatness is true, but there are hidden dangers. He still needs a period of time to settle down. Before that, he will not be able to develop his cultivation at all, and it will take time to kill it.

As time passed, people in the city began to see some clues.

Because he saw it, he knew Zhao Yun's situation, and no one came to complain about it.

It's because they think too much. With someone's character, there's no need for others to chatter endlessly.

It took more than half a year for Zhao Yun to return to Wanggu City.

During this period, Mo Xuan also took him away and studied him carefully.

After researching this thing, I want to give it some blood.

After that, Fuyao tore down his mountain mansion.

The night in the Zhao family was very peaceful.

Xiao Ziyun, Xiao Ziyue and Xiao Zixi all slept soundly.

As mothers, Luoxia and Yaoyue are in retreat to heal their wounds.

In front of the table, Zhao Yun took musk and offered sacrifices to Tai Xi.

It cannot be said to be a memorial, but an offering.

He once called, but Taixi didn't respond.

After reading it, I realized that Taixi’s spirit was in a deep sleep.

This is an excellent phenomenon, transformation during sleep.

The Emperor Immortal is there, like an ice sculpture, standing quietly by the pond.

She was wandering in the universe, bathed in the bright moonlight, and her body was covered with the colors of the years.

When Zhao Yun came, she returned to consciousness and slowly opened her eyes.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the fallen leaves were frozen in mid-air.

Only Zhao Yun was not frozen at all. He hugged her gently from behind, buried his face in her hair, and sniffed happily, "It smells good."

"When did you come back?" Emperor Xian whispered with a smile.

"What, you missed me?" Zhao Yun hugged her tighter.

"I thought about it." Emperor Xian's smile was gentler than water.

"Do we still have some things to do?" Mr. Zhao's hands are not only conscious, but also have their own positioning, touching where they are soft.

In the past, he only dared to poke his wife secretly twice while she was sleeping.

Now! After being influenced by Mr. Ye, my face has become thicker than a steel plate.

"What...what's the matter."

As proud as a fairy queen, she couldn't help but feel a little panicked at this moment.

She buried her head and lowered her eyes, and through her hair, she could see a charming blush on her cheeks.
To be continued...