Who is this handsome old man?

Easy to look at him, glasses, robe, and blue cloth shoes.

Tickling his bangs, he couldn't think of who the old man who looked like Dumbledore in China was.

It is not difficult to understand his eyes. The old man stroked his beard and smiled, and introduced himself: "Academic, Yuan Zhishan. He is a teacher under Mr. Li Yuantong."

He had just finished the introduction, and Yi Ruchang laughed: "Have your college trained the self-introduction process?"

He imitated Shang Huaijin's tone: "I, Shang Huaijin, does this mean in the college?"

"You're welcome." Yuan Zhishan answered neither humble nor arrogantly with a smile that seemed to be there.

It's a bit meaningful. Yi Ruchang bowed: "Yi Ruchang, unknown junior."

Mo Li and others naturally followed Yi Ruchang's big week.

But Mo Li was about to be surprised, but he didn't expect that Mr. Li Yuantong had descendants. Another point was that even a rebellious person like Mr. Yi was so rare and polite. Yi Ruchang gave him a timely gift.

"You are almost the same as Li Yuantong."

After a thrust in his heart, Mo Li rushed up before the old man might have gone crazy, covering Yi Ruchang's life-threatening mouth: "Mr. Yuan, no, he definitely didn't mean that! Mr. Yi, don't explain quickly!"

What to explain, I mean. Although I want to say this, the only thing that comes from Mo Li’s hand is “Wuwuwu”.

Mr. Yuan skipped Mo Li's comment very generously: "As usual, Mo Yan is an unknown junior, Mr. Heze, but I heard about your name."

Yi Ruchang shook his head and sighed: "Oh, I didn't expect that the chicken-eating master would have a bad mouth."

"Who are you talking about?" The familiar figure rushed out quickly. Youyou was exercising his skills, and his horns hit Yi Ruchang's waist. The latter was directly pushed away if he was not careful.

"hiss……"

“…”

"..." The trio did not dare to say a word and took a step back silently.

Youyou shook his horns and sneered: "Sir, are you slandering you behind your back?"

It was He Zen who brought Youyou over.

An Mi looked at them appearing, very surprised. She didn't notice its breath just now? And the person behind her is...

Chicken-eating goddess!

No, even the internet celebrity appeared. Wait a moment, she rubbed her head in fear. According to the strange-looking monster just now, the real body of the chicken-eating goddess was: Lord Heze, the mountain god? The one who was mistaken for being a "monster" was the god Youyou! Oh my God, the living mountain god and god messenger, she has seen it for the first time in so many years!

An Mi was excited and said, "Master Shan God."

Perhaps because he felt Xiao An's naked eyes, He Zenu looked back at her when she passed by her, focusing on the girl's eyes, and seemed to squint slightly thoughtfully.

Then he smiled: "You... don't call me the mountain god, I've stepped down long ago."

The goddess answered! An Mi pressed her patience and bowed with a slightly red smile, then introduced herself: "Yes! Sir! My name is An Mi, my descendant of An Shi Qimen."

He Zen nodded, saying hello. Then she turned to ask Mr. Yuan: "Where is Old Man Shang."

Yuan Zhishan nodded to Hezen and replied, "Old Shang will deal with some things, but he can't come here. Moreover, this area has always been under the jurisdiction of the old Taoist, so it is not considered a transcendence."

It’s not just that, it’s the level of the boss coming to inspect the streets. But the mountain god’s arrival was also amazing. An Mi didn’t dare to complain, so she could only stick out her tongue quietly.

Yi Ruchang looked up at the almost disappearing stars, and impatiently knocked on the mountain and sea altar.

"Since he is Li Yaoshi's apprentice, have you ever heard of Shanhaitan?" This sentence is often used by Yiru to transmit sounds.

What Yuan Zhishan was waiting for was when he mentioned Shanhaitan and looked at the seemingly light thing in his hand as he followed suit.

"So you have really found it." It was also a sound.

Yuan Zhishan felt it for a while and was sure that he could not feel the power of the magical artifact "Shan Haitan", which was circulated among monks back then. I believe that Shan Haitan had completed its mission back then and saved China! In the eyes of insiders, this jar had lost its power and became a useless ancient jar.

Or it was only now that it became a monument.

Seeing that Yuan Zhishan's eyes were for some reason, he suddenly looked at his arms, and Ningning couldn't help but wrap Helan tighter.

Yi Ruchang poked Ning Ning's forehead: "Ning, if you use some more force, it will ascend to heaven now."

"ah!"

Only then did she remember her strange power and quickly let go of her hands. However, she saw Helan's short white hair exposed from the package.

A baby with white hair? And although this power has become very, very declining, it is probably a small monster. An Mi withdrew her gaze as if nothing had happened in Ningning's murderous gaze.

"Let's go. It's going to be dawn."

Yi Ruchang reminded him in time. Then the old man Yuan Zhishan took the lead and several walked silently towards the mountain.

Ningning held Helan tightly again.

Under the excessive care, she quietly missed the scene where Helan's eyelids moved slightly.

I was silent all the way, and finally walked to the new monument.

It seems like an end point that cannot be avoided.

Or... the starting point.

I hope that the morning sun will always shine on my land, and don’t forget the blood of the martyrs. All the news of Wang Chengzhi was hidden on the monument, leaving only the word Wang, the word Crane, and this line of poem.

"I'm sorry, old man, I got up too early and the flower shop is not open." He yawned and signaled Mo Li to present flowers.

Perhaps the others were too present, and An Mi noticed this young man at this time, and he was not a good flower in his hand, but a handful of daisies with a dog tail bale on the roadside.

When he lowered his head and placed it in front of the monument, a small ornament on his chest scratched out of his neck, rippling in a curve.

Mo Li lowered his head and sprinkled the stone back to look at him. He suddenly noticed a sharp gaze. When he turned around, he saw An Mi looking at him in surprise.

"Mo Shi, you are from the Mo family."

"My name is Moli."

"..." She was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

Mo, Mo...how could it be such a coincidence?

Old Yuan glanced at An Mi. It seemed that she was shocked and couldn't say it. Mo...?

Mo Li Shang unconsciously didn't bother to this sister, so he quietly moved to Yi Ruchang: "I'm messing with this sister?"

Ning Ning gave him a blank look and said, "Shut up, you probably are too ugly."

She lowered her head, afraid of clamoring He Lan. At this time, He Lan had completely become the size of a born baby, soft and small.

Yi Ruchang patted Ningning on the shoulder and hugged the child from the reluctant girl. Then he hugged it, and a bunch of daisies on the side of the road, standing in front of Wang Chengzhi's tomb like a stele.

Not enough. Easy to always lean sideways: "Xiao Xu, Yan."

Wang Shixu hurriedly moved the Shanhai Altar that he had just taken, first handed it to Mo Li, then took out a pack of unopened cigarettes, and now it was dismantled and lit, and handed it to Yi Ruchang. He took out a bottle of good wine from the bag in advance, and a small handkerchief. A strand of white hair was exposed in the handkerchief, and he lowered his head and placed it in front of the monument.

A cigarette, a glass of wine, a bouquet of daisies, and a handful of pure white hair. Just lay quietly in front of the tombstone.

It was getting brighter and brighter.

Time is coming.

He Zenu looked at Dongfang, stood behind Yi Ruchang, and explained: "I already know that although they have not handled this matter well, if the tombstone is erected, I will not pursue the matter of the man in black.

By the way, I have promised something for you."

What did this chicken-eating girl agree to for others? She looked up in confusion.

But before He Zenu could answer, Yi Ruchang felt the movement of the child in his arms.

Wake up?

"Helan." Yiru often calls it gently.

Helan.

This sound turned into another person's voice in the little baby's brain.

Is it you?

Below the pure white, it seemed that it saw an old man standing in front of it. Then, the old man became a middle-aged man, and then he became a young man.

Standing in front of the Heaven and Earth Hall, his despair looked so distressing that he couldn't help but feel distressed.

Helan walked forward anxiously, grabbed the boy's hand, moved his mouth, and said something.

As everyone looked around, the little baby opened his eyes and smiled. Under the rising sun, his mouth was moving, as if he had said something, but there was no sound at all.

When Yi Ruchang lowered his head and wanted to listen, what was surprising was that he felt a sudden slight in his hand.

When he frowned, Yiru always turned his head and looked after him, he saw-

Helan has turned into smoke and floated into the air.

Perhaps it was because the morning glow was too dazzling, or perhaps it was because Lin Wu was confused. When he looked up, he only saw a young man with a confused look on his face. Between his eyebrows, he was not smart, but he was so mellow.

The young man Wang Chengzhi, who looked ordinary but was as steady as a mountain, followed by the young man Helan, was exactly the same as the one seen in the mountain and sea altar.

The two waved their hands to Chaoyang.

Then, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"No..." Ning Ning jumped hard to reach the corner of the young Helan's clothes, but she couldn't reach the corner of Helan's clothes.

Mo Li couldn't stop him, Yi Ru always held Mo Li and shook his head. Mo Li could only look at Ning with distress.

Ning Ning was very anxious and shouted: "Where are you going?"

The old man looked at He Lan, turned around and bowed to them, smiled, and pointed to the place where the rising sun in the east was rising.

He opened his mouth and coincided with the baby's mouth shape just now.
Chapter completed!