Douluo Zhiqingtian

Just when Yuntian was sitting in the carriage thinking about how to perfectly assassinate Xue Beng, Guan Yue opened the curtain of the carriage.

"My lord, when we arrive in the territory of Tiandou, should we go to the Tiandou Palace first, or should we go to the War Temple to take a look first?"

Yuntian thought for a while and said to Guan Yue: "Let's go to the Temple of War first. Tiandou is not in a hurry."

Guan Yue nodded and continued to drive the carriage towards the War Temple.

Yun Tian opened the curtains and looked at the scenery outside. It was dusk.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the trivial dark clouds, like Cinderella wearing a beautiful crystal slipper, the whole sky brightens instantly, making people feel refreshed.

The patches of fire clouds have distinct layers, and their colors gradually become lighter from west to east.

Those fragmented clouds seem to be several islands painted with bright colors on the map, or like golden or red waves rolling and jumping on the azure sea, or like a girl's golden curly hair, elegant and noble, which is amazing.

Yun Tian finally knows why poets in the past loved to describe the sunset. Although the sunset is not as bright as the morning sun, it is more reserved than the morning sun. It is not as bright as the morning sun, but more prosperous than the morning sun. Although the sunset is not as bright as the morning glow, it is more colorful than the morning glow. It is not as bright as the morning glow, but it is more colorful than the morning glow. Dignified, followed by gusts of cold wind, the setting sun contends with the cold winter, and wherever the sun reaches, the crystal clear brilliance of ice and snow complements the sun.

The wind, which is always incompatible with the sun, takes the opportunity to form an alliance with the cold winter, roars in and goes away.

The trees lost the protection of the sun and shivered. They could only complain when the wind hit.

The animals wisely hid in their dens, allowing the two extremes of hot and cold to continue to confront each other.

The air also loses its freedom and is forced to obey the cold. The cold winter separates the friendship between the sun and all things, making them look at each other and out of reach.

Although the soul master's body is strong enough to withstand the harsh winter.

But Yun Tian felt the cold, and he suddenly thought of Old Jack. Now that he had power, there was no need for Old Jack to continue to suffer in the Holy Soul Village.

Thinking of this, Yuntian opened the curtain and asked Guan Yue: "Mr. Guan, is this close to Fasnuo Province?"

Guan Yue thought for a while and replied to Yuntian: "It's not far. Your Majesty, are you going to Fasno Province?"

Yuntian nodded and said: "Old Guan, first go to the Holy Soul Village in Fasnuo Province. I will pick up grandpa and take him back to the Temple of War."

Guan Yue nodded, drove the carriage to turn around, and headed towards the Holy Soul Village.

The carriage was moving at a slow speed, but no matter how fast it was, it was already dark. Yuntian returned to the first stop he came to when he first crossed over, the Holy Soul Village.

Yuntian quickly stepped out of the carriage, told Mr. Guan to wait where he was, and then walked towards Old Jack's house according to his memory.

Soon, a simple wooden house appeared in Yun Tian's eyes. The candlelight danced in the wooden house. It was obvious that the owner of the wooden house had not yet fallen asleep.

Yuntian walked quickly to the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door. There were three crisp sounds.

Old Jack in the house was getting ready to go to bed when he heard a knock on the door. Old Jack was wondering, who would come to see him so late at night?

Old Jack dragged his old body, slowly opened the door, and saw Yun Tian's face clearly.

Suddenly, tears flashed in Old Jack's cloudy old eyes.

He raised his hand to touch Yuntian's face and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaotian, is that you?"

When Yun Tian saw old Jack with white hair, his nose suddenly became sore and he almost cried. Yun Tian hugged Old Jack's trembling body into his arms and said, "Grandpa, I'm back."

Old Jack hugged Yuntian tightly, and then looked at Yuntian repeatedly.

Old Jack said with tears streaming down his face: "Okay, you have grown taller and stronger. How have you been in the past few years?"

Yun Tian nodded fiercely.

"Then Grandpa will be relieved."

The grandfather and grandson sat at the table and chatted for a long time before Yun Tiancai revealed the main purpose of his visit.

"Grandpa, now I have my own power. I am here to take you to my place to enjoy happiness. It is better than here."

Yuntian thought that Old Jack would agree, but Old Jack unexpectedly shook his head and said: "Xiaotian, I accept your intention, but I still can't worry about Holy Soul Village. I grew up here since I was a child. I also want to be buried here. Grandpa knows that you are filial, but grandpa still likes to stay in Holy Soul Village."

Yuntian continued to persuade: "Grandpa, don't worry, my power is very close to here. I will ask them to take care of the Holy Soul Village when I get back. You don't have to do it yourself."

Old Jack still shook his head, "Xiaotian, let's forget about this matter. I am the village chief of Holy Soul Village. Holy Soul Village cannot live without me, and I cannot leave here."

Yun Tian had nothing to do when he saw this. Since Old Jack wanted to stay here, he could only follow Old Jack's wishes.

The grandfather and grandson chatted for a while, and then Yuntian stood up and said goodbye.

Old Jack stood for a long time watching Yuntian's leaving figure. He remembered when Yuntian went to Wuhun Hall a few years ago.

When Old Jack saw Yuntian's figure disappearing, he sighed that time was passing by and went back to his room to rest.

Yuntian, who failed to receive Old Jack, was a little disappointed at this time, but he still understood Old Jack.

Returning to the carriage, Yuntian immediately said to Guan Yue: "Mr. Guan, this is the place where I grew up when I was a child. Let everyone in the Temple of War take care of it in the future."

"Don't let my grandpa worry too much. There are some things that you can solve, so don't let him solve them. And in the future, our people will come here every year to help awaken the martial arts. The provincial grandpa will still be cowardly and follow those great soul masters. say."

"I would like to obey your Lord's order. I will order you to go down immediately after arriving at the War Temple." Guan Yue replied.

Yuntian nodded, and the carriage turned and walked towards the War Temple.