You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

The sky was slightly brightening, and Changqing stretched comfortably. He slept very soundly. Perhaps he had really let go, and mentally he felt more relaxed than ever before.

Last night, I took a nap next to Jiaocang in front of Shujuan Store. No one came to disturb me. Jiaocang was still sleeping. Changqing began to pack his bags. After visiting his old friend, he would go directly to the border. He had already wasted too much time here.

It was not until an hour later that Li Qingyue finally arrived, followed by many court officials. Chang Qing frowned but did not say much.

Li Qingyue seemed to sense Changqing's displeasure and scratched her head awkwardly. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Changqing didn't say much.

Led by Wang Ji, a group of people walked towards the outside of the imperial city. Changqing was leading the horse, and Jiaocang was lying on the horse's back with a dazed look in his eyes, as if he had not woken up yet.

In less than half an hour, everyone stopped in front of a lake between the mountains. There were some soldiers guarding the lake. There were artificially repaired landscapes around the lake, but they were not luxurious. There was a small island in the middle of the lake with many brick mounds on it. It was hard to imagine that this was the imperial tomb of the previous emperor of Xingyang.

Soldiers rowed over and asked Li Qingyue and the officials to get on board. When it was Changqing's turn, Changqing shook his head and slowly walked towards the water. The scene of sinking as everyone imagined did not appear. Changqing just stood steadily on the water. There was light flowing under his feet, but everyone was not a cultivator and could not see it.

Such a miraculous scene shocked everyone present. An old man and an old woman among the officials looked at each other, tears welling in their eyes, and they whispered to each other with some excitement:

"Brother, we were not mistaken. It is indeed the benefactor. It turns out that the benefactor is an immortal. No wonder they look so similar."

The old man's body was also trembling slightly:

"Yes, the benefactor is an immortal!"

For a moment, the two people's thoughts seemed to go back to more than sixty years ago, when a young man picked up a pair of wandering brother and sister in the woods in the dark night. The few days they spent together riding on white horses will be forever engraved in their hearts.

The young man never asked them their names, and they didn't know the name of their benefactor either, but so what? The figure in their memory will not fade away, but will become even more profound.

Their fates intersected again, and the young man's figure reappeared in front of them, making them unable to believe it. After all, so many years had passed and their benefactor should have grown up. It was impossible for him to still look like that. It was not until that man stood on the water that they were truly sure: Yes, how could an immortal grow old!

The brother and sister did not disturb their benefactor. It was enough for them to know that their benefactor was living a good life.

Changqing took the lead and walked towards the small island in the middle of the lake. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to leave a deep mark on the lake.

The lake water rippled under his footsteps, as if the lake surface was covered with green scales, spreading out layer by layer.

When Changqing reached the small island in the middle of the lake, he stopped.

He looked at the brick-built tombs, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. These tombs represented the deceased. The tomb in the center was the largest, covered with moss, and the tombstone was undecorated, with the name of the late emperor Li Qingxi engraved on it.

Changqing walked over, looked at the grave mound, sighed, and gently removed the moss.

Li Qingyue and Baiguan also boarded the island later. They came to the lake and looked at the evergreen in front of the tomb with awe in their hearts.

Chang Qing did not look back. He seemed to be appreciating the beauty of the lake. He said softly, "It's beautiful here, isn't it?"

Chang Qing picked up the wooden sword and circulated his spiritual power. The wooden sword and the scabbard seemed to melt into the soil and gradually sank. Finally, it came into the coffin and stopped next to the decayed body.

Chang Qing stood up and paid homage to them one by one, including Wang Gang's tomb, the offerings made at that time, and Li Qingxi's former subordinates.

After the worship was over, Chang Qing came among the officials, came in front of the brother and sister, patted their shoulders gently, nodded at them, then turned and left.

He walked slowly, his steps seemed heavy, his heart filled with memories.

When he reached the lake, he looked back at the graves of his deceased relatives.

"The old friends of the past are buried in the past after all."

Changqing murmured, and then walked along the lake toward the horses outside the lake.

Li Qingyue shouted from behind: "Uncle Changqing, where are you going next?"

Chang Qing did not look back, and said in a calm voice: "Do something more for the world within your ability."

The horses slowly walked away, leaving behind everyone on the island in the middle of the lake. Changqing's figure gradually became blurred and finally disappeared in the distance.

Wang Ji and Li Qingyue knew that Chang Qing might never come back after leaving at this moment, but they also knew that they had no reasonable reason to keep him.

Li Qingyue stood by the lake, looking in the direction where Chang Qing disappeared, her heart full of respect.

She bowed silently into the distance, then turned and walked towards the imperial city. She still had more responsibilities and missions to fulfill.

In the imperial city, Li Qingyue began to deal with government affairs. She knew that Changqing had left, but she still had to contribute to the country and the people. She knew that this was her responsibility and her mission.

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At the same time, Chang Qing had arrived at the border, and he saw the soldiers guarding the border. Their tired but resolute eyes made him feel extremely relieved.

Without disturbing the soldiers on the border, Chang Qing held Jiao Cang and circulated his spiritual energy to fly over the wall, disappearing into the mountains and forests of the northern country.

He knew what he needed to do and headed straight for the barren mountain.

The woods were no longer filled with the sounds of insects and beasts as in the past. Instead, they were filled with dead silence and a gloomy and terrifying feeling. Changqing held Jiaocang in his arms and shuttled through the woods. His steps were light and his eyes were constantly alert to his surroundings.

At this time, a clearing suddenly appeared in front of them. It was not formed naturally, but a dilapidated scene, as if it had experienced a war. The surrounding trees collapsed to the ground, and the ground was covered with deep marks, which seemed to be traces left in the war.

A brutal battle had taken place here. The black blood on the ground had dried up, but no corpses were seen. They were probably eaten by the beasts.

Continuing forward, we looked up at the foot of a mountain and saw that the mountain was in a mess, as if there had been a shocking battle. These traces were probably left by the Great Martial Sect.

Not far away, Changqing finally encountered a group of wild beasts with red eyes. No matter how big they were, from tigers to hares, their eyes were all red, saliva was dripping from the corners of their mouths, and a violent breath came from them. It was very familiar, it was the red gas in the desolate mountain canyon.

Before Chang Qing made a move, a special aura burst out from Jiao Cang's body, causing the group of beasts to flee in all directions as if they had met their natural enemy.

Chang Qing raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't know how strong Jiao Cang had become over the years, this one move alone would make the journey much smoother.

In this way, they hurriedly traveled at full speed and reached the outskirts of the barren mountain in less than half a month.