"Bai Jiao. I am very pleased to see that you are today."

In the dark prison, the old man looked like the twilight weather in his twilight years. He sat upright in the iron fence blessed by the imperial power, pulled his chest open, revealing an ink black lotus that fluttered in the wind.

This was Yuan Chun's last time. He looked gentle and said goodbye to the few people in front of the prison at the end of his life.

I lived for five hundred years.

The three clones, stacked together, have a thousand years of time.

He had seen the scenery of the giant sea on the northern plateau, and always adhered to the calm wind and frost of Tiandu City. In the era of many heroes, he stood on the waves, and hid in the Lotus Pavilion under the endless waves.

Ning Yi felt the uncontrollable life at some moments.

You can't control the time going slower.

I can't control the time to go faster.

Every minute, every second, every moment, as the times advance... those people five hundred years ago, their stunning appearances of blooming in full bloom are still engraved in people's minds.

It wasn't until today that I suddenly realized it.

It turns out that they have all withered.

Many people walked silently without even saying goodbye.

"Xiao Ning."

The old man's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Ning Yi came to his senses. As the only person standing in prison, he squeezed out a gentle smile and squatted beside the old man.

"I'm not wrong with you, you're even better than I thought."

After a brief silence.

The old man smiled, and he could only use the word "good" to describe the little guy he saw in front of him.

Excellent, amazing, genius, all too cheesy.

Ning Yi took a deep breath, his expression moved. He always remembered that the one who ranked him at the top of the stars was Mr. Yuan Chun.

If the great world five hundred years later was promoted by the Lotus Pavilion... then Mr. Yuan Chun was the benefactor who pushed himself to the top of the wave.

"Sir..." Ning Yi murmured: "Thank you."

Those who bring good luck to the great world.

Those who hold the torch for everyone.

A person who should be recorded on the top of a stele and enshrined on a high place in the temple will eventually die in a narrow and cramped prison. Sometimes fate is such a ridiculous thing.

"Cao Ran, how are you doing now?" the old man asked softly.

This is his most worried disciple.

Ning Yi took a breath, looked at the prince, and smiled and said, "Cao Ran is the new Lotus Pavilion Master, who stayed in Tiandu and rubbed the ancient scrolls."

Yuan Chun also looked at the prince.

The whole story is clear at a glance.

"I am of course very happy that he is willing to enter my Lotus Pavilion..." Although the old man smiled, he still shook his head and said seriously: "It is not suitable for him to print the ancient scrolls."

The prince sighed and said, "It was not my palace forcing arrangements. It was his own idea. After digging and keeping the torch, he would leave."

The old man suddenly realized.

This time, it was a truly happy smile.

He murmured softly: "It's good, it's good..."

Yuan Chun suddenly asked again: "What is the current situation in the northern border?"

This time, the prince spoke without waiting for Ning Yi to answer.

In front of the old man, he was still the proper disciple.

"The General's Mansion was a great victory, and the vital energy of the Mustard Mountain was greatly damaged. Now the demon clan is fighting in the world, and one emperor and one emperor are fighting each other. The Great Wall of the North is just enough to accumulate energy. In the past five hundred years, there has been no better situation than today." As the saying goes, "report good news but not bad news, the prince's expression is frank, and he easily points out the situation in the North."

Unfortunately, Yuan Chun still saw through it at a glance.

The old man murmured softly: "Whenever you fight with the demon clan, you must be energetic... If you can seriously damage the vitality of Mustard Mountain, the northern border will definitely pay a more tragic price. Your Majesty treated Pei Min badly back then, which was a big mistake. Now, you are the king of a country. If you really want to fight the northern expedition... you must not treat Chen Yuan Wang badly."

"Disciple has written it down."

The prince calmly sighed softly and agreed.

The teacher is worthy of being an old man

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The division... After the Battle of Tianhailou, the Northern General's Mansion was indeed seriously injured.

Chen Yuanjun’s cultivation has been completely damaged, and he doesn’t know when he will recover.

In the days without the assistance of the teacher, he had actually done a good job. In recent years, the war in the East has almost no involvement in the North's military force.

After the night banquet in Tiandu, the prince gave Chen Yuanjun great guarantee.

Everything he did proved his determination to fight the Northern Expedition.

"You are very safe in doing things. Actually, as a teacher... there is nothing to remind you." Yuan Chun murmured softly, "This road is long, take good care of yourself. Since you have pacified the world, you might as well consider yourself. For you now, your background and status are no longer important."

Hesitated for a moment.

Yuan Chun still pointed out directly: "Don't let that Honglu girl."

The prince was silent all of a sudden.

This sentence seems to have hit my heart.

Li Baijiao's face instantly turned pale.

Gu Qian's expression changed and he was about to say something.

The prince reached out to stop him and smiled.

He squeezed out a smile and said, "Teacher, Honglu is sick, she has always been thinking about you... When she recovers from illness, I will take her to sacrifice."

"I like that little girl very much." Yuan Chun smiled. This time he didn't see the problem and was in a good mood. He said, "At that time, I have to erect a good stone in Changling for me and let the little girl sing a song for me."

Li Baijiao smiled softly and said, "Okay."

Ning Yi listened silently.

At this moment, he understood a little where the "lostness" in the prince came from.

This man who climbed to the top of the mountain also fell into the abyss.

What is reflected in a thousand mirrors is empty nothingness.

Perhaps at some point before, there was a real villain living in Li Baijiao's heart, but at the moment when Honglu died, the villain died with her.

Died in the spring light, died in the murals of the Lotus Tower.

A breeze blows in the dark prison.

The wind is not cold.

The divine lantern sways, reflecting the cold light of stars.

The old man muttered the tedious words he would not say in the past.

"Zhang Junling, don't learn from Bai Jiao. The world is big, and it is very difficult to meet someone. Don't do anything regrettable..."

Zhang Junling looked confused.

Gu Qian's ears became red inexplicably, and he was quite shy.

Yuan Chun taught me earnestly and said, "Little Gu Qian, some people are tidy, you have to learn to take the initiative."

Zhang Junling suddenly realized, looked at Gu Qian, and waited for the dog to spit out ivory.

Gu Zuozhi wanted to speak but stopped. Looking at the encouraging gazes from the old man, he held his breath and gritted his teeth and asked, "Tonight... have late-night snack?"

What you know is to express your feelings.

I don’t know, looking at this look, it’s like a fight.

"...Oh, OK." Zhang Junling scratched his head, wondering what was going on with the words just now.

When Mr. Yuan Chun saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing. After laughing three times, he coughed violently again.

This body is a lingering life.

If you lose the blessing of the immortal power, you won’t live long.

"There are still a lot of things to say..." The old man murmured to himself in a very soft voice. Only Ning Yi heard it this time.

yes.

Ning Yi can understand this feeling very much.

I have been confused for too long and for too long, and the time I have left for myself is only a short stick of incense.
To be continued...