After leaving Wudang, Wei Ziqing did not return directly to Kunlun Mountain, but went to the nearest town under Zhongnan Mountain.

I bought a few jars of wine and walked towards Zhongnan Mountain.

Since Quanzhen and Tantric Buddhism were uprooted by Wei Ziqing a hundred years ago, the entire Zhongnan Mountain has been completely abandoned.

The wreckage of the eaves, the once bluestone square, although weeds and dense forests, can still vaguely see the prosperity of the past.

When walking here, there are only more swearing. The profoundness that Quanzhen Sect brings to everyone is by no means the destruction and birth of a sect. It is more about letting the entire world of the world know their positioning, and also making them understand that even if they have a great power, they will not forget their original intentions, which is the foundation!

Over a hundred years, the whole Zhongnan Mountain has changed a lot, but for Wei Ziqing, there seems to be no change here!

Since the accident between Xiaolongnu, there has been no people here. The once thatched hut under her feet has long disappeared. It eventually collapsed in the river of this time!

Wei Ziqing still thought that he could see Yang Guo and the others here, but now it seems that they are no longer here!

Yes, if it were here, how could there be no rumors about them in this world?

Carrying wine, he went straight to the tomb of the Living Dead.

It's still the same here. The collapsed broken dragon stone in front of the tomb of the Living Dead still covers the entire cemetery underground. The difference is that the surrounding area has been abandoned for a long time, and it seems that no one has arrived in this place for decades.

"Not to mention that this world has been around for a hundred years, even its own real world has lasted for decades!"

Standing in front of the ancient tomb, Wei Ziqing murmured on his face and looked at the lonely hill beside the ancient tomb.

He didn't say anything, but waved his hand and the dense forests and weeds surrounding the ancient tombs were shrouded by something, uprooted up. The surroundings, which were originally covered with weeds, suddenly became empty and bright, as if here, people have been sorting out for the past century.

But, the only one, there was not even a single piece of grass moving on that lonely candle.

Looking at this mountain bag, Wei Ziqing showed a look of remembrance on his face.

"Brother Diao, I'm back!"

In a century, when it came back, its grave was already covered with weeds!

Wei Ziqing's words received no response, and the hill still stood quietly there.

After smiling, Wei Ziqing squatted down and used his hands to pull out the grass wrapped in the mountain one by one.

"You are too lazy and don't organize your home. If I don't come, your home will be gone in a hundred years!"

Wei Ziqing said bluntly, as if he was mocking Brother Diao's laziness, and as if he was mocking himself for his ashamed Brother Diao.

It was not until half an hour later that the hill bun, which was originally reborn from weeds, revealed its true face. It was a tomb. In front of that tomb, there was a wooden tombstone. However, under the erosion of time, the words on the tombstone were not clearly seen.

But you can still see more or less a few words, Brother Diao... Wei Ziqing... Li... etc.

"It seems that it's been a long time since even the door sign of Brother Diao's family is gone!"

Seeing the tombstone, Wei Ziqing smiled hoarsely, waved his hand, and an ancient wood as big as a waist in the distance suddenly exploded, and then a log about one meter high appeared in his hand.

A few strands of sword energy rose up at the fingertips. After a few strands of sword flowers, a square wooden monument had appeared in Wei Ziqing's hand. He pulled out the tombstone that could no longer be seen clearly and inserted it. Seeing that the stone on it was favored by him again, he hesitated, and a glazed flame enveloped the wooden monument.

When Wei Ziqing saw that the wooden tombstone flowed out a little different from the wooden one to get luster, she put away the glazed flame and looked at the cemetery and said, "Brother Diao, are you satisfied? Don't worry, I have refined the plaque for your house a little, so you don't have to worry, you will not be able to find your way home then!"

Speaking of this, Wei Ziqing's face suddenly became dim.

The way home?

He smiled silently, took out the two jars of wine he had prepared, looked at the wine in his hand, and chuckled, "I remember you liked drinking back then. I also said, take you back to my world and let you have a good drink, but in the end, I broke my promise..."

"But, it's okay, Brother Diao, we can drink it now, come on, I'll toast you!"

After saying that, he took off the lid of the wine jar and drank it over and said, "It's great!"

After drinking a few sips in succession, Wei Ziqing's face was filled with a comfortable look. Although the wine in this world is not as high as reality, it is better than pure, and it has its own characteristics.

A gust of wind blew, hanging from the treetops in the distance, causing waves of whimpering sounds.

Wei Ziqing was stunned for a moment, looked at the lonely grave, and then laughed in a joke: "Brother Diao, are you expressing dissatisfaction? Don't worry, I won't drink it alone, come, you can drink it too!"

After saying that, he took another pot of wine and poured it on the lonely grave. He said it was strange that when the wine was poured, the wind stopped.

"How is this wine, isn't it good?"

Wei Ziqing said with some satisfaction, leaning directly against the lonely grave.

He looked up at the sky without saying anything, and fell into a silence. However, the silence also added a little warmth and reminiscence. It seemed that he could see that there was also a big eagle lying beside him!

Wine, speechless!

Love is hard to express!

Regarding the Divine Diao, Wei Ziqing can be said to be both brother and teacher. If he was not a Divine Diao, he would be horrible and would not be the same as he is today!

The night rises quietly.

A bright moon appeared in the air, carrying the cold moonlight.

Wei Ziqing was still lying there without moving. The wine in his hand had already dried up, and there were several empty jars on the ground, some of which could drink it himself and some to pay tribute to the gods!

He didn't leave here!

That night, he accompanied it!

It was not until the next day that a ray of dawn suddenly appeared on the edge that Wei Ziqing opened his sleepy eyes: "Is it dawn?"

He stood up slowly, put two jars of wine in front of the tomb, and touched the tombstone.

"Brother Diao, I'm leaving, don't worry. I will come back to accompany you often during this period. I also swear that one day, I will make you live. I didn't drink enough last night, but it's okay, we still have a chance!"

Wei Ziqing's face was full of solemn expressions. This was his promise to the Divine Eagle!

He believed that one day, what he would resurrect the Divine Condor would be the complete resurrection of the layer.

Reincarnation of the filthy land?

The Great Way of Rebirth?

Wei Ziqing would not use this kind of thing to resurrect the Divine Condor because this is a humiliation to it!

After saying this, Wei Ziqing did not hesitate and did not look back. It was time for him to go to Kunlun!

The wind blew up again, with waves of whimpering sounds. Behind him, a lonely tomb stood quietly there. A lonely but reluctant eagle could be vaguely seen above the tomb, watching the gradually moving back.
Chapter completed!