“Seventy years have been in disarray.”

The cruel official suddenly felt that these six words were filled with sadness.

It's been a mess for seventy years...

In the outer city of the capital, Qi Wuhuo's soul walked out. He practiced the method of nourishing souls. When he died, his soul still existed. He had walked a hundred miles in one step. He saw the prosperity of the world, and the house where he studied hard was already ruined.

The mountain god Qiongyu, whom he had seen when he was a teenager, appeared, as if he knew that Qi Wuhuo's fate had ended, and his eyes were faintly sad. At this moment, Qi Wuhuo had crane hair and chicken skin, and there were old spots on his face, but Qiongyu was still the same.

As I saw decades ago, it was as pure as a fairy goddess.

"I'm already so old, but you're still like that back then."

Qi Wuhuo sighed and suddenly laughed:

"Can you get immortality in the world?"

This was the only meeting in decades, and the inquiry was the same as in the past.

But the emotions of inquiry are completely different.

The girl replied: "The flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are visible and unavailable."

The old man with white hair and gray face played the piano. The music of the piano had moved the mountains, making the sea of ​​clouds wave. He had almost entered the Tao. After a song, the mountain peak was still the same.

Suddenly, I thought about my youthful experience and wanted to go back. What is the purpose of pursuing fame and fortune in the past seventy years? What is it for? Qi Wuhuo pressed the piano and whispered:

"For seventy years, the east wall hit the west wall."

"Now I'm packing up and returning..."

"Still, the water is connected to the sky."

When the song ends, the people are gone, and the eyes are closed and the soul is dispersed.

Only the mountains remain the same and the water flows endlessly, just like the past.

So, melancholy.

Suddenly someone pushed his shoulder hard.

It was as if I stepped onto a cliff in my dream and fell down, sweating all over.

Qi Wuhuo shivered and opened his eyes suddenly. He was in a daze when he saw an old man pointing at him and said with a smile: "Boy, just dream, why do you look like you want to cry?"

Qi Wuhuo was confused for a long time:

"Where is this? When is it?"

The old man laughed and scolded: "You can't recognize it anymore?"

"As for the time?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the stove, steaming, and replied:

"The sky is in full swing."

"The snow has not stopped."
Chapter completed!