The green peaks are as dark as dark as the spring mountains are standing between the distant mountains.

Yan Jiangnan didn't know how long he had been waiting here, but he saw two traces of his thin spring shirt, one was morning dew and the other was evening dew.

Sang Luojiu didn't care at all, so he bowed to Yan Jiangnan gently, walked up to him, and presented a letter: "Uncle Yan, can you help me bring this letter with my senior brother?"

Yan Jiangnan had already heard of all the happenings in Chaoge Mountain, and he also knew that Sang Luo had turned against him in public for a long time and turned to the devil.

However, everyone has selfish feelings. In addition to being like a companion, Yan Jiangnan still hopes that Feng Rugu can have a person who knows cold and hot in the devil's way, who can take care of his diet and daily life.

But she also knew that Sang Luojiu and Luofuchun were interchangeable.

now……

She took the letter and said, "You are really..."

When Yan Jiangnan touched Sang Luojiu's eyes, he sighed softly: "Forget it."

She had no idea what happened to her.

Feng Ruyuan in the hall and Sang Luojiu outside the hall, she could cure their bodies well and could not cure their hearts, even if she was the best Taoist doctor in the world.

Let them go.

...

In the evening, Han Jing walked here on the northern foot of Chaoge Mountain.

Not far behind him, a white crane with a elixir was followed.

The cold white hair in autumn water, and the lonely shadow in the sunset.

Today is the first day when Feng Rugu gave him freedom.

But Han Jing didn't know if he was wasting himself.

He assisted Thirty-six in dealing with many of the backlog of affairs inside the door, analyzed them in detail, and figured out the general idea so that Feng Ruju could take over.

Han Jing spent a whole day on this matter and had free time in the evening.

The white crane seemed to notice that he had something to do, so he caused his slender neck to rub against the back of Han Jing's hand.

Han Jing rubbed it away, and his other hand covered the red crown on the forehead. His fingertips moved lightly, and he rubbed it gently.

This crane was originally raised by Han Jing in Danyang Peak.

Boning said that he wanted to ride a crane to Yangzhou and see the Jiangnan area where Feng Rugu was born.

...So it came into being.

At that time, it had only one small one, red beak and white feathers, and it still had a weak velvet on its body, but it had a gentlemanly appearance as a tall and independent person.

Han Jing never thought that one day after he left Danyang Peak, the already grown white crane would flap its wings and fall beside him with dust on his body.

Han Jing left it, but never took it with him.

Bai He stayed at Chaoge Mountain and waited for him to return home at all times.

...The Baihe doesn't even have a name.

Han Jing has given himself too many names and does not want to waste any more time on unnecessary things.

But he didn't know why he picked red beans for it and fed them carefully.

When Baihe was intimate with him, the young demon of the Bushimen passed by Han Jing and said hello to him: "Shi Guardian, walk the birds."

Han Jing raised his head and glanced at him quietly.

This glance was meaningless, but it made the young demon shocked.

Most of the people of the Bushimen are afraid of Shi Shujing.

Because no one knows what he is thinking.

His eyes had no compassion at all, and he was surrounded by an unfathomable deep pool, which seemed particularly ghostly. No one dared to find out what was buried under the deep pool.

In short, it is ominous because it is unknown.

Seeing the man's dodge, Han Jing lowered his gaze again, picked up Baihe, returned home by himself, and washed and rested.

The next day, Han Jing left Chaoge Mountain, leaving the crane behind.

He stopped at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

In the past, every time he went out, he had a goal, and he rarely looked around and didn't know where he was going.

The world is so big, where can he go now?

Han Jing once asked Feng Rugu, if he gave him three days of freedom, wouldn’t he be afraid that he would run away?

Feng Rugu said, you won’t escape, you can’t escape your way of heaven.

Thinking of this, Han Jing couldn't help but look up at the sky.

...Is the way of heaven?

An hour later, Han Jing stood at the foot of Fengling Mountain.

After stroking the red gauze on his face, he walked towards the mountains.

In front of Fengling Tongtianzhu, Han Jing was stopped by the disciples of the mountain guarding: "Why are you here, fellow Taoist?"

Although it was a routine interrogation, the disciples looked at Han Jing's appearance and did not think Han Jing was suspicious at all.

He was full of immortal spirits and could tell at a glance that he was a person in Taoism.

Han Jing replied: "Come to visit old friends."

"Who is the old friend?"

"Fengling Chang Boning."

The disciple of the mountain guarding was slightly stunned: "Who is your surname and which Xianshan family?"

After this question, Han Jing's mind instantly turned a hundred and eighty names and identities.

Over the years, he has wandered between reality and reality, and has had glory and honor, so he can easily bring himself to his own value.

However, Han Jing said only: "Beyond Jianchuan, under the moonlight, fellow Taoists who have met him once."

The Fengling disciple in front of him was stunned and insisted: "Guest, please pay attention to the sect leader and you need to report your name."

"If you say this to him, he will remember."

Speaking of this, Han Jing didn't believe it very much and added: "...maybe."

"Our mountain master is meeting with the head of the Jing family and cannot get away." said the mountain disciple, "If the guest does not report his name, we cannot invite you to wait inside."

Han Jing set himself up as a long sword, just like the "Spring Breeze Psychics" he admired.

He said calmly: "I don't have to enter, just wait here."

The disciple of the Shoushan also wanted to persuade him: "Although it is a bit rude to say this, if we Duanrong Jun only met with fellow Taoists, it would be difficult to remember. If we had passed on the news, the sect leader would forget..."

Han Jing seemed to have no hope and no need to be disappointed, and said calmly: "Then forget it. Then I will leave."

Han Jing stood in this way from the rising sun to the declining mountain.

...Another day has passed.

His life has only one day left so far.

While Han Jing was calmly thinking, the mountain guard disciple who went to the Qingzhu Palace to see the situation several times returned home with the spring breeze.
Chapter completed!