The golden autumn brings joy, and all kinds of lovely golden fruits are faintly visible in the forest. Occasionally, a few old farmers with sickles around their waists can't help but be afraid to pick a few from the trees to quench their thirst. When the sweet juice and flesh are sent to their stomachs with satisfaction along their throats, these old farmers are happily walking on the way home. The smoke is bursting in the direction of the cooking. Several children with small braids on their heads are chasing from the direction of the home. Seeing the fruits in their fathers' hands, they pounced on their father's arms and picked out the largest fruits that their father had just picked. After a few children took a bite at the fruits in their hands, they each took their father's hand and walked towards the direction of the home.

The sky gradually darkened, and two black shadows shuttled between the trees and the rocks. Several were all blue-gray, with a dark midline on their backs, dark white on their abdomen, buttocks, and limbs. They keenly sensed the coming danger and jumped upwards. This seemed to be a rock sheep responsible for keeping watch. It was very good at shuttleing on the bare rock. It used it to retreat back and jumped upwards and jumped onto the rocks that were almost 2 meters high, and then issued an alarm sound that only the male sheep understood. After receiving the news from the sentry just now, the male sheep looked around, constantly opening its bamboo leaf-like ears and listening calmly to the specific position of the enemy. As the leader, after distinguishing the direction, it decisively chose the right path and quickly escaped from the danger with the flock of rocks.

The man in black in front stopped and stood on the naked rock where the rock sheep were just flocking, staring at the direction of the rock sheep's escape, standing there without saying a word, allowing the night wind to blow his Taoist robe, which had a bit of nostalgia on the moonlit night.

Du Qingyuan knew that he could not get rid of Du Wenjun, who was reluctant to leave. In order to prevent Gao's spies from discovering the traces of the two, and also hoped to talk about the past with old friends, he specially found this naked rock that would not be disturbed. After looking at the fact that no one could hide other people within a hundred steps of his vision, Du Qingyuan stopped.

"Junior sister, do you think that monk and those group look like these rock sheep? They are calm when they encounter danger and are so organized and disciplined even when they escape. Such people have to make people afraid of them."

"Have you discovered that kid's flaw? Then you just did it?"

"I still have some doubts about whether that kid is Zhou Tong's closed disciple. I brought you here just to ask if you have heard Zhou Tong mention him? If he is really Zhou Tong's direct disciple, then his martial arts should be quite good. With the courage he dared to face my two swords just now, I would find an opportunity to explore his foundation."

"You obviously had the opportunity to compete with Zhou Tong back then, why did you later?" Du Wenjun thought of Du Qingyuan's farewell without saying goodbye, and a sense of anger emerged from her heart. She was unwilling to wait for Du Qingyuan to give her a reasonable explanation.

"Junior sister, I had the difficulties of leaving you at that time. When I find out the truth of the matter, I will find a suitable opportunity to tell you."

"Then why do you give up on yourself, help the evildoer and defect to Gao's sect?"

Du Qingyuan looked up at Du Wenjun who was staring at him affectionately, and slowly replied: "I have been tired over the years and just wanted to find a place to settle down. Gao also agreed to me that as long as I help them do this, they will let me rebuild the 'Qingfeng Temple' and let the disciples who are wandering around the world have a place to settle down again. If possible, I want to recreate the glory of 'Qingfeng Temple' in the past."

"Senior Brother, it seems that you have really changed. You are no longer the senior brother who was righteous and helped the world."

"Maybe this is the real me. How many years can you and I live? If the inheritance of "Qingfeng Temple" is broken into you and me, how can I have the face to go to the underworld to meet the masters of all generations."

"If Master is still alive, he will never indulge your actions today."

Du Qingyuan ignored Du Wenjun's bitter advice, sorted out the cave left by the rock sheep, cleaned up the grass clippings scattered around, lit it with flint, threw the hay dung balls left by the rock sheep onto the fire, and a special smell emitting around it, which smelled much better than the smell just now.

Du Qingyuan took out a dry cake from his arms, chewed it, then grabbed the wine bag at his waist, poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth, and stared at the fire, and was stunned, ignoring Du Wenjun next to him.

"You'd better go back to that princess. Yamanomura's life is not suitable for you."

"As long as you say it, I'm willing"

Du Qingyuan quickly interrupted some strange emotions between the two and said, "I heard that you have opened a pharmacy in Chengdu for the past few years? Listen to me, go back there, it is not suitable for you. If you feel that you owe me anything, please ask me about the true identity of the monk."

Du Wenjun's heart is cold at this moment. Could it be that the wait for these years is to repay him with a so-called favor? Then what is left between them? Then what is the matter when she arrives here thousands of miles away?

Looking at Du Qingyuan who fell down and started snoring, Du Wenjun added a few hay dung balls to the fire, turned around and left in disappointment.

A drizzle fell from the sky. During the best years of his life, Du Qingyuan would take her to practice swords in such a rainy atmosphere. There was always a tattered wine gourd hanging around his waist. Du Wenjun once used wool to wool to help him knit a soft pocket. As long as he tied the long lifting thread on his pocket to his waist, the annoying wine gourd would not hit her head for no reason.

Life is like a flash of time. I remembered the years when Wei Chao challenged everywhere, the senior brother's wine pot with a sheep thread pocket never left. Just now when she saw her senior brother take out the wine bag that she didn't recognize, she felt a knife slashing through her heart. The secret between herself and herself that had never been revealed may have been between the two from this moment, and all the beautiful memories of the past were taken away from her mind.

Du Wenjun didn't know how she returned to Taohua Inn. She had all the shirts on her body. Compared to the coldness deep inside, she was completely unmoved by all the outside.

Seeing Duan Suzhen anxiously waiting in the light rain rushing towards her, Du Wenjun woke up from her despair just now. Looking at Duan Suzhen who was already wet, Du Wenjun was a little moved. Years of acquaintance are not as good as these few days of acquaintance. Why is his persistence over the years?

When Feng Shiniang saw the two of them coming back, she held a bowl of ginger soup in her hand and muttered: "Grandma, drink this bowl of ginger soup with your sister Wenjun. The rain in autumn is cool and can easily hurt your body."

"Thank you, Shi Niang."
Chapter completed!