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Chapter 64 Thirty nights of this year

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    On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year of that year, in the early morning, under the watch of Wang Baojiu, Lin Yanghua and Wang Changrong, Chen Qingshan took Wang Changsheng's hand and walked out of Yuwang Village and Chang'an City, heading towards Kunlun Jade thousands of miles away.  Xu Feng went up.

    Since then, he has not returned home for ten years, and it will be many years before he returns home.

    Along the way, the old man and the young man rarely rode in cars, and most of the time they walked on two legs.

    "It's very heroic. I want to travel the world with only one pair of legs."

    When he first left Chang'an City, Wang Changsheng felt that his tired legs were no longer his own. He couldn't help but ask: "Old Taoist, don't you have money to take a bus?"

    Chen Qingshan rubbed his head. The old man seemed to like doing this very much. Over time, Wang Changsheng also developed this habit. For example, he often liked to rub Wang Changrong's head.

    "Old Taoist, you can call me now. When I take you to the Kunlun Temple, you have to call me master after you perform the apprenticeship ceremony." Chen Qingshan suddenly raised his finger and pointed to the mountains outside Chang'an City and said, "I know that is  Where? That's the Qinling Mountains, the central axis dividing line of this land. The south and west of the Qinling Mountains are called Lingnan and Lingxi, the east and north are called Lingdong and Lingbei, and the area outside the Pass is called Northeast, that central axis.  But in our Kunlun Temple, it is called Zhongqianlong."

    Wang Changsheng shook his head blankly and said, "I don't understand."

    "You don't need to understand it now, you just need to know something in your mind. On the way to Yuxu Peak in Kunlun Mountain, I will take you to the other two Qianlong Veins. I will take you to Qilian Mountain and Baima Mountain.  It will also take you to the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and finally take you all the way to the Kunlun Mountains."

    "You mean we have to go for a long, long time?"

    Chen Qingshan said meaningfully: "For you, these walks are just the beginning. There will be many more to come. You will walk like this over and over again for many years, until another generation of people walks around."

    Wang Changsheng said angrily: "Am I stupid? Why are I walking around?"

    "You are not stupid, because you will be walking under the Kunlun Temple"

    So, Chen Qingshan really took Wang Changsheng along the way for a long time, until they reached Yuxu Peak in Kunlun Mountain a few months later. At that time, it was already a hot summer elsewhere, and the top of Yuxu Peak was still covered with white snow.  Wang Changsheng raised his head and looked at the majestic mountains and the towering peak. After traveling westward for several months, he was no longer the Wang Changsheng who had just left Chang'an City. After the old Taoist talked with him all the way, he naturally understood and  Learned a lot.

    Wang Changsheng pointed to the mountain and said, "Is that Kunlun, the ancestor of all mountains? Twenty-four dragon veins extend from here?"

    Chen Qingshan said: "In the future, you must remember not to point to that mountain with your hands, but you must always maintain enough admiration and respect for it. You must be like me every time you return to Kunlun."

    After Chen Qingshan finished speaking, he suddenly hugged the front hem of his Taoist robe, then bent his legs and knelt down respectfully towards Kunlun Mountain. He bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and when he raised his head again, he said: "We at Kunlun Monastery  People don't worship the emperor or the common people. They worship heaven and earth depending on their mood, but they only worship this mountain every time they see it."

    A few months after coming out of Chang'an City, Wang Changsheng became a lot smarter. When he saw this, he knelt on the ground and imitated Chen Qingshan's salute, and kowtowed obediently.

    Chen Qingshan pulled him up, and then said loudly towards the mountain: "The 132nd generation disciple of Kunlun Monastery, the current master of the temple, Chen Qingshan, the 133rd generation disciple of Kunlun Monastery, is walking down.  The ancestor of the mountain is on Yuxu Peak in Kunlun."

    Chen Qingshan¡¯s voice echoed in the mountains and did not dissipate for a long time. It seemed to float to the top of the peak. In a trance, Wang Changsheng seemed to see a brilliant light appearing under the white snow of Yuxu Peak.

    A dragon roar suddenly came from his ears.

    The sound of dragon roar echoed through the mountains one after another and did not dissipate for a long time.

    From this moment on, Wang Changsheng officially set foot on Kunlun Yuxu Peak and became a disciple of this generation of Kunlun Temple.

    It snowed again on New Year's Eve this year. Wang Changsheng's thoughts also returned from ten years ago. Snowflakes fell from the sky. Wang Changsheng stretched out his hand to catch it in his palm. He lowered his head and blew gently, and suddenly roared.  .

    "I point my left hand to the sky and my right hand to the ground, looking at the city of Chang'an under the Qinling Mountains. Since ancient times, the mountains, rivers and flowers in Chang'an have been like a brocade, and eight rivers have flowed around the city. I want to tear up the dragon robe and use it as paper, wave and write down my destiny.  No matter what"

    An old tune expressed Wang Changsheng¡¯s unwillingness to face this life.

    Wang Changsheng glanced at Yuwang Mountain behind the village in the dark night. It was the mountain that changedIt changed the direction of his life and transformed him from the most ordinary mountain village boy to walking under the Kunlun Temple.

    Wang Changsheng withdrew his gaze, turned around and opened the door to go back, but just when he looked away, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow outside the hospital, and then the hairs behind him suddenly disappeared.  Exploded, it was a perception of danger.

    Wang Changsheng's hand only paused for a moment. In less than three to five seconds, he turned around and stood on tiptoes. He then jumped into the air and walked out of his yard in a few steps. However, when he came out, the empty village road was already empty.  Without the figure of the past, Wang Changsheng believed that he would never miss the mark, especially since he believed in his keen perception. He chased down the pure dew and found nothing until he reached the entrance of the village.  , Tonight is New Year¡¯s Eve, every household in the village is celebrating the New Year, and few people come out. Wang Changsheng lowered his head and looked at the ground. The snow was still falling, and there was a layer of faint footprints on the snow, about forty yards away. He  Continue forward in the direction of the footprints.

    It¡¯s a good thing that snowflakes are falling again tonight. Otherwise, even if Wang Changsheng felt that someone was watching him, the moment he came out and the person lost track of him showed that this person was definitely very fast, and it would be very difficult to catch up with him.

    The footprints on the snow completely exposed the other party. As Wang Changsheng walked, he was thinking about who was staring at him. Logically speaking, he had never had much contact with anyone just after he got off Yuxu Peak, let alone with anyone.  Who has a grudge? If so, it's because of Xu Mubai, who had a fight with Jiuyang and Yang Shangtang not long ago, unless it's because of these two aspects.

    After chasing out of the village, Wang Changsheng still didn¡¯t see his opponent, so he suddenly ran towards an old tree at the entrance of the village, jumped up, grabbed the trunk of the tree with one hand, and climbed up to the branch, reaching the top in a few clicks.

    Climbing high and looking into the distance, Wang Changsheng's eyes scanned the distant horizon, but the figure was still not there.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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