Monks pay attention to "not eating out of time", that is, they don't eat after noon.

The Jiao Demon King ate more than 30 fast meals, isn't it fifteen or sixteen years in the world?

Fifteen or sixteen years... I don't know how many things have happened!

Even if the monkey didn't go down to heaven, he might have been the king of heaven for a long time.

Thinking of this, Qin Yun couldn't help shaking his head.

What should come, will come after all!

A monkey has a monkey's fate, and he needs to face it alone after all.

In Lingshan, it was just a small meeting, but how many days and nights have passed in the world.

For the first time, Qin Yun had the sense of time-space dislocation of "seven days in the mountains, thousands of years in the world"!

Fifteen or sixteen years ago, I don't know what happened to my parents.

Qin Yun: "Qin Jiao, let's go back to Nanbuzhou."

"Yes."

A cloud of mist emerged from the soles of the Jiao Demon King who had turned into a black bull, and after a short while, he carried Qin Yun to Nanfangbu Continent.

After entering Yan Kingdom, Qin Yun gave Jiao Demon King another long vacation.

The Jiao Demon King was overjoyed, and became more and more satisfied with this "job".

Not to mention one more backer, the key is that freedom will not be restricted.

Qin Yun: "You have seen the Holy Land of Lingshan, so you must not do anything wrong when you go here. Otherwise, even if the gods and Buddhas don't accept you, I will be the first to clean up the door!"

Jiao Demon King's heart trembled, and he hurriedly patted his chest to promise that he would never do anything reckless.

As for cannibalism or something, I dare not even think about it!

The elder Qin Yun is a human being after all, and the Flood Demon King can still see through this.

He didn't know when Qin Yun would summon him, and once he had more goblin energy...he didn't know how he would die at that time!

Flood Demon King became more and more in awe of Qin Yun.

Seeing the appearance of the Flood Demon King, Qin Yun was very satisfied.

"You can cultivate more good fruits here. If you do well, the master will specially preach for you and help you survive the calamity!"

Hearing Qin Yun's words, the Flood Demon King was overjoyed and expressed his thanks again and again.

Du Jie, this is the mountain that has been straddling his head.

Unexpectedly, the master actually gave him such a guarantee.

Great luck!

Hearing the gratitude from the Flood Demon King, Qin Yun nodded.

Sure enough, the stick plus carrot is the real way to control!

After everything was explained, the invisible Flood Demon King turned into a dragon, went straight into the sky, and returned to the North Sea again.

……

Walking alone on the road in Jicheng, Qin Yun felt as if he was a world away.

In the past fifteen or sixteen years, the former Yan Kingdom has been destroyed.

The city remains the same, and the outline of the past can still be seen.

but.

Having lost its status as the capital, Jicheng has lost too much color.

The whole city is gray and no longer the grandeur it once was.

Mottled by the years, there are endless vicissitudes.

on the street.

Pedestrians of all colors are either leisurely or busy, and they seem to be the same as before.

But Qin Yun still felt unfamiliar like never before!

In the past, most of the princes and nobles of Yan liked to wear blue clothes.

Wearing a blue dress, I don't know how much splendor and romance has been written.

But now, Shengdou Xiaomin's clothing has not changed much, and he is still dressed in gray linen.

But no matter how rare it is to see the honorable man in blue, it is replaced by blackness.

The clothes are still luxurious, and the decorations are still exquisite, but it is no longer the blue world that Qin Yun knew!

Black is a solemn and solemn color, and the street market will inevitably look a little bit scattered.

Only the spacious road and some scattered ancient characters of Yan State still witness the glory of the capital of Yan State.

but.

Having lost its status as the capital, Jicheng seems to have lost its soul, and it no longer has the spirit it once had.

On the ground, city walls, and houses, you can even see some mottled traces left by the war that year.

Even though so many years have passed, it is still telling the tragedy of that battle.

What made Qin Yun even more melancholy was that he searched the entire market, but he couldn't find a familiar face.

Even the "Sword Immortal" delicacy, which was once all the rage, is mostly gone now.

People from Yan, no, people from Qin have their own unique understanding of the taste of life.

At this moment, Qin Yun couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

Jicheng, what is left?

After standing in the market for a long time, Qin Yun took a step, and walked step by step to the Chang Kingdom Jundi in his memory.

After half an hour.

Standing at the gate of the mottled and decayed Chang Kingdom, Qin Yun suddenly felt a little scared.

Chapter 106 Beginning and Ending

The emperor of the Chang Kingdom, with the sound of bells and a feast of food, was once the top noble and wealthy family in the Kingdom of Yan.

Although he thought that Qin Mieyan would have some impact on his family, Qin Yun never expected to go home again, and the first thing he saw was such a mottled and decaying scene.

The two stone lions in the town house are still there, but the stone lions have long since lost their luster.

The once glamorous gate also lost its original color and became dull.

There are few dead leaves in front of the door, only a few birds are jumping happily.

How is everyone in the family?

Was it moved to Xianyang, or...

Qin destroyed the six countries, and the princes and nobles of the six countries in Shandong were either imprisoned, exiled, or forcibly moved to Xianyang to control them.

Qin Yun is aware of this point.

But the Qin family is a little different, because the Qin family has... Qin Wuyang!

Qin Yun's mind was confused, but he was still full of hope.

For one thing, after Qin Yun knew his younger brother's name was Qin Wuyang, he gave orders and warned him more than once.

Second, during his visit to the Obon Festival, the dragon girl was always at home.

Qin Yun believed in Dragon Girl's ability!

Click!

Click!

Click!

His feet stepped on the dead leaves all over the ground, making a crisp sound.

When he reached the gate, Qin Yun's figure turned into a ray of light, and walked directly through the gate into the courtyard.

Compared with the decay outside the gate, the inside of the yard is not much better.

The wild grass is luxuriant, desolate and decaying, and there are messy weeds everywhere.

The garden has become extremely messy because no one has pruned it. The flowers that were carefully tended in the past are all dead and occupied by various weeds.

As for the various buildings, the colors have all been peeled off, making them look more sparse.

Qin Yun passed through several gates one after another, but they were all empty, without seeing a trace of popularity.

It's only been a few years?

How did it fail so far?

Qin Yun's eyes were full of unwillingness, but nothing could be changed.

At this moment, Qin Yun was stunned.

Because he heard an extremely faint...cough!

Although it was just a cough, in Qin Yun's heart, it surpassed all sounds of nature in the world.

Qin Yun stepped forward, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

When Qin Yun reappeared, he came to the most remote small courtyard in the Chang Kingdom.

Looking around, I saw an old man with gray hair and beard and a limping leg, coughing and sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard.

The coughing was so severe that it seemed to cough up all the internal organs.

Looking at this old man, Qin Yun couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

The old man's name was Qin Wu, and in Qin Yun's memory, he was only 35 years old.

Even counting the 15-year time difference, he is only 50 years old, far from being old!

In the Warring States period, 50 years old can indeed be counted as a long life.

But don't forget, all the existences in Chang Guojundi have gained some immortal fate.

Even if you can't eat blood ginseng, at least you have enjoyed some Baicao liquid, 50 years old is really not old.

And the "old man" in front of him doesn't look like he is five or sixty years old?

If it is said that he is 80 years old, no one will believe it.

What made Qin Yun even more unacceptable was that not only was he limping, but he also suffered serious internal injuries.

What happened that year? !

"Old Uncle Qin!"

Afraid of frightening the old man, Qin Yun suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and only opened his mouth to shout after his coughing eased and his attention turned a little bit.

but.

The mud flowed into the sea as Qin Yun shouted, but the old man didn't respond at all.

After Qin Yun amplified the shouting voice by nearly two or three times, the old man finally heard the voice and began to look around.

When he saw that it was Qin Yun passing by, the old man was stunned for a while, and then realized after a long while, he didn't even realize that the broom in his hand had fallen to the ground.

The old man staggered and was about to fall, but Qin Yun rushed over and helped him by his arms, and the old man stabilized himself.

"Young master, you are finally back, you are finally back, great, great, great!"

The old man was very excited, followed by a violent cough.

Qin Yun hurriedly put his palms on the old man's back, and slowly introduced a trace of fairy energy into the old man's body, and he got some improvement.

The old man was very excited and wanted to say something, but Qin Yun stopped him.

Old Uncle Qin's health was even worse than Qin Yun had imagined.

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