The ancient land is so big that once the three of them go far away, the chance of meeting them again in their life is very small. Even if they still have the chance to see them, they don't know how many years later. It's thought that Yu Mengmiao will be forced to marry others by the broken love fairy. It's thought that Miao Miao's heart was broken when he couldn't help himself. It's thought that his beloved will eventually marry and become a wife, The thought that they were happy with each other but could only be separated from each other made Qingyang feel like a knife in his heart for a moment.

Only when you lose, can you find the other party more precious. Only when you leave, do you feel the other party more important. Only when you experience it personally, do you feel the pain. I'm afraid the failure of jiedan a few days ago has not dealt a big blow to Qingyang.

Before, Qingyang still reluctantly took a breath, because he wanted to find Yu Mengmiao as soon as possible. Now this breath was relieved in an instant. The failure of jiedan hit him, the sequelae of the heart devil when he broke through, the hard work and fatigue in recent days, and the sadness that he would never see Yu Mengmiao again. At this moment, Qingyang finally couldn't bear it, and his body tilted and fell to the ground.

The forest was quite quiet. There were not only friars, but also monsters. Qingyang fell to the ground and was unconscious all the time, but there was no accident. Only there was a sudden rain in the middle of the night, with lightning and thunder for a long time, which almost watered the whole forest.

After a day and a night, Qingyang woke up from his coma. His mind recovered a little and he could barely sit up. But at this time, his body was extremely sore and his Dantian was empty. Because his mind was consumed too much, his whole head was painful and seemed to have a fever.

Monks usually don't get sick, because their bodies have long been different from ordinary people, but there are also special circumstances. For example, Qingyang's multiple blows together this time, even his iron body can't stand it. This time, he is really ill, for the first time in decades.

Fortunately, these ailments are a piece of cake for friars. They only need to meditate for a period of time and force some sweat from their bodies. This ailment can be cured soon.

What is more difficult to cure than illness is heartache. Jiedan just failed some time ago, and he hasn't had time to slow down. Then he has to bear the bad news of Yu Mengmiao's departure. Anyone who encounters this series of blows may fall down. Jiedan's business is better. Last time, the heart demon didn't damage Qingyang's foundation because of Yuhai Pingbo sword. After a little cultivation for ten or twenty years, he felt that his state was almost the same, and he could try again. According to Qingyang's current situation, he might still have jiedan's hope, but once Yu Mengmiao left himself and the world is big, how can they hope to meet again in the future?

Thinking of these, Qingyang's heart is extremely depressed. It seems that the whole world is gray. Life seems to have no fun and no fighting spirit at all. Qingyang knows that he can't do this, but he can't lift up his spirit and has no spirit to do anything.

Qingyang didn't have a good rest after he closed the door. Then he chased Yu Mengmiao's master and apprentice for several consecutive days. His mind had already dried up, Zhenyuan was exhausted, and his physical strength was seriously overdrawn. Now Qingyang has been haggard to the extreme, and his state is also poor to the extreme. The white hair at the temples, the fatigue on his face, the melancholy in his eyes, and the mud all over his body poured by a night rain, now Qingyang looks a bit like the sloppy Taoist who once gave him the wind and fire order.

Qingyang looked around and didn't know how to catch up with Yu Mengmiao's master and apprentice? I don't even know the direction. How can I catch up? People have left long ago. What's the use of thinking about this again? What happened today, maybe God is suggesting that she has no chance with herself. If she continues to tangle like this, I'm afraid she will really be abandoned. It's better to give up.

Back to Jiuxian city? But what are you doing when you're down? When the gang of people in the ancient wind mainland came together at the beginning of the day, they died and walked. Only Xiying and Xiao Yuhan were left. What can they do when they go back? Is it to watch their husband and wife show their love, or ask them for shelter?

After some hesitation, Qingyang simply gave up the choice. Instead of racking his brains here, he might as well be casual. He can do whatever he wants wherever he goes. Isn't he not experienced enough? Let's practice and learn from master Songhe's old way of wandering in the Jianghu.

Thinking of this, Qingyang's heart suddenly brightened, and the previous haze suddenly dissipated.

Qingyang moved his aching body and sat on the mud. He felt two spirit stones from the receiving talisman and held them in his hands. He meditated quietly for a period of time. When Zhenyuan recovered, he worked hard and forced some virtual sweat, and the pain all over disappeared immediately.

Standing up again, Qingyang felt refreshed. Although his mind was still a little exhausted, it had little impact on his actions. He was under too much pressure during this period. Today, he finally put it down. He suddenly laughed at the dense forest three times, startled countless birds in the forest, took out a jar of spirit wine from the drunk immortal gourd and poured it into the mouth. Then the jar fell and strode forward.

From then on, there was less cautious Qingyang in the immortal cultivation world, but there was more natural and unrestrained Qingyang scattered person in the world. He played the dust, wandered in the Jianghu, rewarded the good and punished the evil, robbed the rich and helped the poor. He was sloppy and informal. Only a pot of wine accompanied him, leaving a lot of legends in the world.

Winter goes and spring comes, spring comes and autumn goes, another year.

In this year, Qingyang didn't remember how many roads he had traveled and how many places he had been to. Anyway, he was free and easy. He didn't even know where he was now and where he was going. In short, he was free and unrestrained. He no longer had to work hard for cultivation and never worried about the spirit stone.

On this day, he wandered to a city and wandered outside for a year. Qingyang didn't forget that he was still a friar and couldn't be separated from the friar group for too long. Therefore, when he knew that there was a friar city nearby, he came here by the way.

This Xiuxian city is not too big in the ancient land, and it can not be compared with Jiuxian City, but its scale is not small. At least it is much larger than the Xiuxian city in Zhongsha region and Kyushu mainland seen in Qingyang, with a radius of at least hundreds of miles.

Qingyang didn't come here for any special purpose. He just came nearby and overheard some friars saying that there was a fairy city here. So he just came to have a look.

When he came to the gate of the city, Qingyang looked up and saw the words "Qingfu city" written on the plaque. Qingyang had never heard of any Qingfu city before and didn't know what place it was. So he casually found several gas refining friars at the gate of the city to understand the situation.