Inexplicably sad, tears rolled down my face.

"Grandpa Huang, my grandson is sorry that you...have given me such a wonderful land!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Tell your grandson what to do?"

"Kill or kill, control or control, but..."

"My grandson is very powerless, there is nothing we can do!"

"Grandpa Huang, tell your grandson what to do?"

"My grandson promised you that he would make me prosperous tomorrow...but..."

Crying, Zhu Yunxi leaned against the stone tablet, feeling the cold writing on it, as if he wanted to gain strength from it.

Suddenly, a melodious singing sound came from the distance.

On another mountain road, an old Taoist with white hair and a boyish face led a boy with hanging sideburns, walking slowly, singing and climbing.

"It's not the true face of Mount Lu, it's just because I'm in this mountain!"

On the mountain road, the boy's singing voice was loud and echoed along the wind.

"Hurry, drive away!" Deng Ping ordered the other guards, "Hurry!"

"Slow down!" Zhu Yunxi stood up and looked at the old man and the young man.

The older one went in front with his hands behind his back, and the younger one followed closely behind.
Chapter completed!