Chapter 261 Hometown

The Wangchuan River under the moon is much calmer and sparkling.

Zhao Yun and his mustache were moving as fast as the wind, and they had lost count of how many quick-moving talismans they had changed.

Naturally, all that was consumed were Zhao Yun's quick travel talismans.

For this reason, the mustache looked at Zhao Yun more than once, with profound meaning in his eyes. The little martial arts cultivator next to him might be a talisman master, otherwise, how could he have so many quick talismans.

Zhao Yun was silent all the way, concentrating on understanding the clone technique.

His talent also shocked Hu Zihu. He used the speed talisman and was so fast that he could still be distracted. Moreover, he didn't hit trees or rocks along the way. No one in the Xuanyang realm would dare to be so reckless. I don’t know what kind of master can teach such a monster disciple. If he goes to Tianzong to participate in the test, he will probably be admitted as an exception. Cultivation is not important, what is important is potential!

"Tonight, the weather is nice."

Suddenly, Zhao Yun's clone said this.

When the eight-character Hu heard it, he subconsciously glanced sideways with a strange look in his eyes. Previously, this clone's eyes were empty and his expression was dull, just like a puppet. Now, he can actually speak, which proves that Zhao Yun's research is quite effective. At least it has been recognized by others. The demeanor and the broken clone technique cannot be fully evolved by him.

After that, there were a lot of words, all spoken by the avatar.

Looking at his expression, sometimes indifferent, sometimes smiling, various expressions and various interpretations prove that Zhao Yun's understanding is not in vain. This is just the first step. As time goes by, there will be more surprises, such as being able to perform secret techniques. , although the combat power is low, it can still help at critical moments.

"Where are you running? Stop right here."

"Girl, can you be more reserved? I've told you before that we are not suitable for each other."

"We've already had sex and you said it wasn't appropriate. Why did you go there earlier?"

As they were leaving, they suddenly heard loud curses, causing Zhao Yun and his mustache to look sideways.

As soon as he entered his eyes, he saw a young man in white clothes who was as rich as jade and was very fast, like a white rainbow.

It looked like he was being hunted.

"So handsome."

This was Zhao Yun's first words after seeing the young man in white.

That guy is really handsome, with a jade tree growing in the wind, a majestic weapon, a not low cultivation level, a proper Xuanyang realm, a pair of deep eyes, a head of black hair flowing like a waterfall, and everything inside and outside his body is transparent. There is a mysterious aura, and a trace of unruliness between the eyebrows is difficult to conceal.

"not simple."

Zhao Yun murmured and narrowed his eyes for a moment.

The young man in white clothes is not simple. The mysterious energy flowing through his body is enough to be mysterious and magical. He must be an ancient inheritance and definitely not an ordinary Xuanyang realm. This can be seen by looking at his temperament. He has seen such people before. Many, such as Tianyang Young Master Lin Xie, and Black Flame Young Master Yin Hun.

Looking behind the young man in white, there is a woman in purple.

That girl was really angry. She was carrying a killing sword and was chasing after her. Reflecting the moonlight, her clear eyes were still burning with fire. Her beautiful cheeks were red, and she didn't know whether she was ashamed or angry. Chasing and scolding all the way is also chasing and fighting all the way without any mercy.

Whoosh!

The young man in white rushed past like the wind, running faster than a rabbit.

When passing Zhao Yun and his mustache, he subconsciously glanced sideways.

After finishing the work, they crossed the Wangchuan River.

Afterwards, the woman in purple clothes caught up with her, also looking like a ghost.

This girl is also a Xuanyang realm, and an extraordinary Xuanyang realm. From her body, Zhao Yun smells the breath of blood. It should be a special bloodline, but the concentration of the bloodline is... quite thin, unlike Chi Yan and the purple-haired child. Somewhat similar, there is no comparison with Liu Ruyan.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there's another one. That kid is very lucky."

The mustachioed man clicked his tongue for a while, then glanced at the young man in white.

"Do you recognize it?" Zhao Yun said.

"Sikong Jiannan, the last two characters are the key points...circle them."

"Good name."

"The name is a good name, but the character is not so good."

"How bad."

Zhao Yun asked casually and continued to study the clone.

"That guy doesn't have much, just his ex-girlfriends." The mustached man put his hands on his hands, "But let's face it, within a hundred miles, there must be an ex-girlfriend of his. There's nothing I can do about it, he's too handsome."

"I'm pretty good-looking," Zhao Yun added.

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with being handsome." The mustache glanced sideways at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun didn't say anything anymore. His current dignity was indeed too popular. He would be thrown into a crowd and grabbed a handful. However, his face before was still very handsome.

This is the truth, as the moon god can testify.

Her disciple is quite popular with women.

After the little episode passed, the speed of the two of them increased sharply, and there were many quick-moving charms. The mustache was still bored, and Zhao Yun was still so motivated. He had been studying the clone technique all the way, and he had achieved a lot of results.

The night dispersed quietly.

This night was still not peaceful.

Those chasing the Dream Butterfly met several more waves. The two of them even fought with one of them, but were defeated. They were defeated not only in a single fight, but also in a group fight. Who could beat the seven or eight Xuanyang peaks? Fortunately, their legs and feet were smooth enough, and they drove for hundreds of miles before finally getting rid of them.

In the early morning, the warm sunshine pours on the earth.

The two of them looked at the map several times before stopping. They were very close to the end. The dream butterfly in the Lord of the Rings had begun to melt. The power of the fake death elixir was gradually fading. Every time it faded, the ice would melt a little. Jie then trembled slightly, as if spitting out the dream butterfly.

Zheng! Zheng!

The sound of swords was heard frequently, coming from Zhao Yun's clone.

The night he traveled quickly was not wasted, and he deduced the clone to a deeper level. He could not only speak, but also perform simple sword moves. This was a major breakthrough. If he continued to practice, he would be able to perform many secret techniques. Maybe it can really help in future battles.

"What a fucking monster."

Such as this sentence, the mustache has said it countless times.

The monster in his mouth refers to Zhao Yun. The talent in the true spirit realm is too scary. The broken clone technique has been gradually evolved by him to become complete. He would definitely not be able to do it. It seems that people There are differences between people, it’s talent! What a good thing.

puff!

The clone dissipated again.

This time, Zhao Yun did not continue his research and looked at the Ring. Most of the ice in Mengdie had dissipated. The Ring was shaking more and more violently. It would not take long before Mengdie would forcefully spit it out. No matter how living things were, the Ring was also a It doesn't leave a single muscle, as long as it can breathe.

"I counted with my fingers, it should be that mountain."

The mustachioed man gasped and pointed far ahead, and the mountains came into view.

The birthplace of the Wangchuan River is that mountain, and the end is the hometown of Mengdie.

Zhao Yun took the first step, followed by the mustache.

When they got to the deepest point, there was an ancient town. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers. It was not accurate to call it an ancient town. It was more realistic to call it a larger village. They both walked in and looked around. It was deserted here. It must have been many years since anyone had lived there. , everywhere is in a mess, there are many collapsed houses on both sides of the street, overgrown with weeds, and covered with dead leaves. At a glance, it looks desolate and desolate.

"Are you sure this is it?"

The mustache muttered and glanced at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun nodded lightly, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He thought there were fireworks in the world, but when he got here, he realized that it was a desolate place. Did Mengdie's hometown and home suffer a catastrophe? And her relatives, have they passed away or moved away? Such an isolated ancient town... there is no one there.

Buzz!

With a trembling sound, the Dream Butterfly Ring was sent out.

Zhao Yun held it with one hand, used a wisp of gentle true essence, poured it into Mengdie's body, dispelled the last trace of the remaining medicinal power, and called softly, "Girl, I'm at your home."

Mengdie's delicate body trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.

Maybe it was because she had died once, or maybe it was hard to believe this scene. After she opened her eyes, she was stunned for a long time. She stared blankly at the luxuriant grass and desolation. It was not the home in her memory, nor the memory. Where have all the people gone? Is she the only one left in her hometown?

"How...how could this happen?"

Mengdie took steps forward, her eyes filled with tears.

Her lotus steps were a little unsteady, and she stumbled all the way, looking all the way, calling with all her strength, trying her best to find a trace of tenderness, but her hoarse moans did not receive the slightest response.

Why!

The mustache sighed and sat on the ruins.

As unreliable as he was, she felt a little pity for the oiran of Zuimenglou. The hometown she desperately wanted to return to was no longer the home she remembered. The loneliness and confusion made death more terrifying than death.

Zhao Yun also lamented and just watched quietly.

He could clearly feel Mengdie's state of mind at this moment.

The long-cherished wish and obsession to return home have been replaced by devastated areas. This place has been abandoned for who knows how many years, and the people here, her family, have been buried for who knows how many years. The last person in her hometown is afraid that I can only watch the years in vain, looking for those poor memories.

The reality is so cruel, and the wind is so cold.

When he found Mengdie, the white-haired girl was digging hard in a collapsed tile-roofed house. Her white hair was scattered like a madman. She didn't know what she was looking for. Maybe she was looking for the bones of her relatives. , maybe looking for the tenderness in memory, so dazed that he forgot the pain.

"girl."

Zhao Yun called out, but received no response.

The mustache also came and glanced up and down. This tile-roofed house should be Mengdie's home.

No, she wasn't looking for anything, she was digging a grave.

Zhao Yun finally understood that Mengdie was digging a grave for himself.

When you reach your hometown, you are home. This is the place where he was born and she was raised. The fallen leaves must return to their roots.

But she still fell, her life span was exhausted, and she exhausted her last strength.

Zhao Yun stepped forward and gently lifted her up, injecting the useless essence into her. He only hoped that this girl's death would not be so painful. Her desolation contained the last bit of sadness in the world.

"Master, thank you."

Mengdie's pale smile was exhausted, but also as tender as water. Her long snow-white hair covered half of her cheeks, and her pair of clear and clean eyes were also stained with a trace of turbidity that could not be wiped off, and they were only hazy and blurred. , his ordinary face was engraved in his soul.

"Do you have any last wishes?" Zhao Yun asked.

"Falled leaves return to their roots." Mengdie smiled.

"good."

"In the next life... I wish to transform into a butterfly, just for you... to dance for you..."