Eternal Gate

"You lost again."

"I know."

"This is the first few games."

"You want to beat me a few games."

"Then, a few more plates."

In the middle of the night, on a small island where birds don't poop, Zhu Kong and Zhao Yun, the old and the young, are so funny, one wants to leave, one doesn't let go, one is distracted, and one is very happy to win.

The one who wants to go is Mr. Zhao.

In March and May, go shopping in Daxia to see if your relatives and friends are fragrant?

However, Zhu Kong dragged him and refused to let him go. He had the stance of doing 800 rounds. Of course, he had some personal grudges, thinking back to the past! Zhao Yun and Luna worked together to dig a pit for him. The one who lost was a humiliation. Although Luna won him, Zhao Yun also had a share.

Every time he thinks about this, it hurts so much.

"Listen to my advice, don't go to the fairyland."

Zhukong said leisurely, and there was still a lot of deep meaning in his words.

The immortal sanctioner did not pay attention to him, which did not mean that he did not know the situation in the immortal world.

The battle three years ago was so big and fierce.

Zhao Yun's relatives and friends, dead and wounded.

Those who are still alive are not being hunted down.

The most important thing is that the Moon God is buried, the Emperor Immortal is dead, and the two great gods who can hold up the scene are gone. Even if Zhao Yun goes to the Immortal Realm, how can he make a comeback?

"Senior, you should know me."

Zhao Yun glanced at the chess game and dropped a piece.

No matter what the situation is, Immortal Realm... he will definitely go.

This is his Dao heart and his obsession, just like in the past, when he set foot on the road of the world alone, even if the future is bleak, even if it is a death calamity, he has no regrets and no regrets.

The sanctioner was silent, and unconsciously, he recalled the past.

Who has not been young and frivolous.

Today's Zhao Yun is very much like him in the past, with such a will, like an immortal and immortal brand.

While speaking, another round ended, and Zhao Yun suffered a fiasco.

"Let's go!" The sanctioner said indifferently, and waved his hand at will.

"Thank you, senior." Zhao Yun stood up, bowed his hands in a salute, and turned to leave.

"Am I getting old?"

Behind him, there is the muttering of the sanctioner.

I don't know from which year and moment, he became timid, as if he had forgotten his original intention.

Here, Zhao Yun has left the small island.

He was covered in a black robe, facing the wind and walking on the sea.

At night, the sea is sparkling, and there is a unique scenery. Sometimes you see war ships passing by, inspecting the territory of Daxia, the battle flag standing on the bow of the ship, hunting and hunting, and sometimes when you see people passing by, you will look at it subconsciously, and your eyes are weird. , there is still a look of fear in his eyes.

"This person seems to have seen him somewhere."

"Well, the back is very familiar."

"The breath is obscure, and most of them are hidden masters."

The whispers under the moon, one after another, were mostly talking about Zhao Yun.

However, Zhao Yun was covered, and no one could see his honor.

Like a tourist, he wandered back and forth in the southern region, went to the ancestral land of Xiaocai Mi's family, and also went to the homeland of Yan Ruyu's family. Heaven, I don't know if that guy is safe in the fairy world.

Bathed in the light of dawn, he left the Southern Region and headed north all the way.

The great mountains and rivers in memory are as warm as in memory.

When night fell, he silently walked into the ancient city of Wangcheng.

The place where he was born and raised is the comfort of his soul.

"Baozi, just out of the oven."

"Guest officer, you haven't been here for a long time."

"Those who have money support a money field, and those who have no money support a personal field."

The ancient city of forgetting is still so lively and prosperous, you can hear shouts wherever you go.

Zhao Yun walked by like a breeze, walking all the way to see all the way, the long street is still the long street of the past, and the shops are still the shops of the past, but the people who come and go are no longer the same people. When you get old, there will always be people buried in the ground.

In front of the Zhao family ancestral hall, he stood quietly.

Under the ranking of the ancestors, there are many more spiritual positions, engraved with the names of people he is familiar with, all of them are his relatives.

"Three... three brothers?"

A sudden call came from behind him.

Zhao Yun retracted his mind, looked back subconsciously, and saw a middle-aged man.

It was Zhao Chuan, the current head of the Zhao family, the ninth oldest of their generation.

"It's me." Zhao Yun smiled.

Tonight's Zhao family closed the house and put on a banquet.

Everyone in the Zhao family, young and old, was absent, the elders were crying, and the little baby was ignorant and looked at Zhao Yun curiously. He had never seen this person before, but he felt very kind.

"It's good to go home." Zhao Yun smiled with many vicissitudes.

There are relatives in the courtyard, some he has seen, and some he has not seen.

The relatives in the hospital have endless words and endless sorrows.

That night, he didn't use his immortal power to get rid of alcohol, and he was unconscious.

His room is still there, and after many years, he slept in the same bed that year.

He slept for two or three days.

No one bothered him, and the news of his return was not spread.

Everything is peaceful.

On the fourth day, I saw him leave the room.

He sacrificed his origin and tempered his body for his clan.

Before leaving, he also left behind a lot of exercises and secret techniques.

Forget the ancient city at night, still blooming.

He walked quietly like a tourist.

In front of the barracks, he silently settled down. The old grandson had passed away. In the barn, only Yang Da and Wu Er were married, and they were in a harmonious family. He couldn't help but be in a trance.

As he was looking, something hit him under his feet.

Looking down, I realized that it was a ball made of bamboo.

A three- or four-year-old child was staggering over, picked up the ball, and didn't forget to look up.

"Where are your parents?" Zhao Yun smiled.

The child was a little timid, and his little finger pointed into the distance.

Zhao Yun took a look and saw a familiar figure.

It was Liu Ruyue, hurriedly coming from not far away:

"Cheng'er, why are you running around again?"

When she saw Zhao Yun, she couldn't help but startled.

Even though Zhao Yun was wearing a black robe, she could still recognize who it was.

"Your child?" Zhao Yun touched the little guy's head.

"I picked it up on the side of the road when I was traveling." Liu Ruyue whispered.

"The cultivation base has already surpassed Tianwu, why not become an immortal."

"It's good in the mortal world, back and forth, but watch the return journey."

Zhao Yun was carrying the jug, and Liu Ruyue was holding the children, one left and one right, slowly walking down the street, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, with no grievances and hatreds, and every word was indifferent.

Too many people looked sideways, mostly looking at Zhao Yun.

To be able to walk with Liu Ruyue, this person must not be easy.

When they arrived, no one recognized Zhao Yun, much less knew that these two were the golden boys and girls who were known as forgetting the ancient city back then.

At the end of the long street, Zhao Yun walked further and further away.

"Zhao Yun, I'm sorry."

Years later, Liu Ruyue said this again.

Zhao Yun waved his hands behind his back and disappeared into the dark night.

"Mother, who is he?" The child named Cheng'er raised his head again.

"An old friend."