Abandoned Immortals

After Yan Wenyu was buried, Yu Lianxin and her husband left Quyang.

This matter is over, and there is nothing to worry about. They are about to embark on their return journey, to the summit of Tianxuan, to meet Dongmingle again.

Compared to when they came, their hearts were heavier.

A trip to Qiyang sent away two old friends who had known each other. For the rest of their lives, in this world of natural disasters, how many people will take advantage of each other in the chaos of war and bear the pain of bereavement?

Yu Lian didn't know the answer, and didn't dare to think deeply.

The more she thinks, the heavier her thoughts become, the heavier the burden on her shoulders becomes, the less she can live recklessly as before, disregarding the lives of others.

Silently following Que Qingyun's side, the two of them tacitly walked without using their swords or speeding up their pace. They walked through the vast wilderness on foot, stepping on a ruined wall, and left this land that was once turbulent.

Every time I come, it is magnificent, and every time I go, it is full of regret.

After traveling for thousands of miles, it rained heavily on the way. The rain was like beans, and it hit the eaves and roof tiles fiercely.

The crisp crackling sound washed away the twilight in their hearts little by little, and when the rain faded, a ray of setting sun broke through the dark sky, and Yu Lian's heart was like this vast sky, regaining the bright colors.

This wind, this rain, let it pass.

Although the bloody setting sun is still heavy, the living will continue to move forward and continue to find the meaning of living.

The breeze blew through the ends of their hair, rolling up their clothes, and the setting sun slowly elongated the figures of the two.

Que Qingyun stopped for a while, waiting quietly for Yu Lian, who was a few feet behind, to follow up and walk side by side with her.

Squeezing warm five fingers into the palm, Que Qingyun held her hand, where the fingers and palms touched, the silent tenderness of the person beside him flowed.

Yu Lian took a deep breath, and smiled back at Que Qingyun, who stared at her and slightly pulled the corners of his mouth.

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It was still two days away from the Profound Sky Peak, but the towns they passed through had already become bustling and bustling.

Affected by the rumors of the Hundred Sects Conference, many wandering cultivators gathered in Tianxuan, and there was a strong aura in the surrounding cities.

The master and the apprentice sat leaning against the window, people came and went on the street outside the window, and the hustle and bustle of the teahouse also kept coming and going.

They traveled all the way and heard many legends.

Since the news of the Hundred Sects Conference spread, many immortal masters have come out of the mountain, the most representative of which is Dao Yanzong.

According to legend, the Daoyan Sect's mountain gate is wide open to accept people from hundreds of clans. Everyone, regardless of their status or cultivation level, can freely enter and leave the Daoyan Sect's mountain gate.

Led by Daoist Daoist Dao Yanzong, who has reached the Tribulation Realm, the only few seniors who have achieved great achievements in the mortal world jointly drafted a call to action and announced it to the world three days ago.

In the proclamation, the cause of the monster clan's disaster was clarified, and the danger of the situation was clarified. This is a catastrophe for the world. If the sects of the mortal world do not unite to fight against foreign enemies, I am afraid that if one is not careful, the world will be overthrown.

How can there be eggs under the overturned nest?Once the mortal world is occupied by the monster clan, all the creatures in this world will be enslaved by the monster clan.

This matter is of great importance. After the promulgation of the Proclamation, the whole world is boiling, which is more sensational than when the disaster of industry came 20 years ago, and the turmoil caused by it is even more intense.

After the disintegration of the ten great immortal sects, the remaining disciples either lived in seclusion, or worshiped other masters, and now they are born one after another, gathering in Tianxuan.

Yu Lianxin was very shocked when he heard the news, and even spit out a sip of tea that he took into his mouth just now, looked into Que Qingyun's eyes in disbelief, and said in surprise: "What exactly does Dao Yanzong want to do?"

Dao Yanzong made such a move to attract the world's masters to the top of Tianxuan. If the mysterious and unpredictable spiritual heir had any wrong intentions, it would probably be a more terrible disaster than the coming of the monster clan.

Compared to Yu Lian's terrified face, Que Qingyun's expression was calm.

She shook the teacup in her hand, rolled her eyelids lightly, and said in a low voice: "It's about the life and death of the common people in the mortal world, they should not mess around."

No one knows Ye Qingyu better than Que Qingyun. That woman can kill people, set fires, and do anything to achieve her goals, but all her life, everything she says and does is for the common people.

Even if her hands are covered with blood, her eyes are still bright, and her mind is still pure. She will not hesitate to give up the lives of a few people for the sake of the righteousness of the world.

Naturally, even if there is any conspiracy behind the Hundred Sects Conference, at least the statement "Fight against the monster clan together and seek the good fortune of the common people" above the call-to-action should be sincere.

Yu Lian blinked, feeling suspicious.

She poured herself another glass of water and drank most of it in one gulp.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the teahouse.

Yu Lianxin and the two of them searched for the sound, and saw a group of people coming from outside the teahouse.

The leader is a woman, dressed in a light yellow dress, with a dark silver saber hanging beside her. Her pupils are like autumn water, her eyebrows are like distant blue, and her face is calm and gentle. She is actually someone Yu Lian and Que Qingyun know very well. .

Jade Immortal Gate, Mo Changyuan.

Years have passed, and the big disciple of Yuxianmen has now become the head of the sect, with a graceful bearing and an outstanding personality.

When Que Qingyun's master and apprentice's eyes fell on Mo Changyuan, he seemed to be aware of it, and when he turned his gaze, he met Que Qingyun's eyes.

It was obviously beyond Mo Changyuan's expectation to reunite with an old friend here.

She froze for a moment, the astonishment flashed across her face, then she waved her hands to the people following behind her, signaling them to stop for a while, and then walked slowly towards Master Yu Lianxin.

Que Qingyun flicked his sleeves, gestured to sweep the table and chairs, and ushered him into a seat.

Although there were no waves on Mo Changyuan's face, the expression in his eyes was complicated, and his mood was already ups and downs.

Before she had time to think about it, she subconsciously walked over. Now that she was getting closer, she was sure that she hadn't misunderstood the person, but instead she was at a loss and was in a dilemma.

At the beginning, Que Qingyun entrusted Yin Qingxue to Mo Changyuan to take care of her. After that, they separated for more than a hundred years. There were all kinds of grievances and grievances between the two many years ago. Now that time has passed, all that remains is emotion.

Until Yu Lian rested her chin in her heart and called her with a smile: "Master Mo."

Mo Changyuan suddenly came back to her senses, looked at her in surprise, and then heard Que Qingyun calmly said: "Senior Sister Mo, I've been away for a long time, why don't you sit down and rest your feet, drink some tea to warm your body."

His expression moved slightly, so he frowned, and sat down as he said.

Que Qingyun naturally flipped open an upside-down tea bowl, poured a cup of tea in a steady manner, and gently pushed it to Mo Changyuan's hand: "Senior sister, please."

Mo Changyuan slowly exhaled the turbid air in her chest, her expression was as humble as usual, she nodded towards Que Qingyun, then took the cup with both hands, put the warm tea that fit into her throat into her mouth, and gently sipped it against the edge of the cup a mouthful.

A few disciples of Yuxianmen stood outside the teahouse and saw this scene through the half-opened window, they couldn't help whispering to each other, wondering where the two women who were sitting with the headmaster came from.

There was an older one among them, with stern eyebrows and cold eyes, his face seemed to be covered with frost that never melted all year round.

Originally he was indifferent to things outside his body, but the discussions around him became more and more dense, he raised his eyes and glanced casually, a bit of astonishment appeared on his originally expressionless face.

A female disciple next to him was always paying attention to him, so when his expression moved slightly, the little girl spotted him immediately.

The little girl felt strange and selfish at the same time, so she took the initiative to talk to her: "Master, do you know who the two sisters in the teahouse are?"

Hearing this, he lowered his head and frowned slightly, his complexion was even uglier than before.

The little girl was taken aback, frightened by her momentum, she couldn't help shrinking her neck, and regretted talking to him hastily.

She thought that her question just now was about to disappear, but unexpectedly after a brief silence, the man said, "Que Qingyun, the suzerain of Tinglan Sect in the past, and his lover Yu Lianxin."

Listen to Lanzong?Que Qingyun, Yu Lianxin?

The little girl tilted her head slightly, her eyes were bright, and it took her a while to think about it before she suddenly realized.

The surrounding discussions also stopped abruptly.

Although most of these disciples joined Yuxianmen after hearing the changes of Lanzong, they are naturally not young enough to follow the master to come to Tianxuan and participate in the Hundred Sects Conference.

Although I have never met Yu Lianxin's master and apprentice, the names of the two master and apprentice are very familiar.

The deeds of Yu Lianxin and Que Qingyun have been spread all over Dazhu a hundred years ago, who wouldn't be terrified?

But they only found out today that the original head of their family was an old friend with these two people, and could still sit on a tea table and drink tea calmly.

A handsome male disciple took a closer look into the window and murmured incredulously, "Could Uncle Zhou make a mistake? They don't look like bad people."

The cold-faced man called Uncle Zhou gave him a sideways look: "Everyone who looks at them as bad guys is dead."