Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Listening to the melodious cranes, Yan Bo, with a smile on his face, flew over many great rivers and mountains in what was once Dayan. Looking down from the sky, some places were quiet and peaceful, while other places were still filled with smoke.

The direction Yan Bo went to was the former capital of Dayan. Of course, it was referring to Zhongling Mansion after the capital moved south, not the old capital when the country was founded, and Baihe was always with him.

This is not surprising to Yan Bo, because in his memory, at this time of year, some white cranes do visit Zhongling Mansion. In the magnificent royal garden, there is a large wetland with a lake specially reserved for white cranes, and there are also some Raised by dedicated personnel.

It is a very good dining hall for white cranes. A considerable number of white cranes will settle there and stay there until the appropriate season before continuing their migration. Some white cranes will simply stay there to overwinter.

But now there is probably no such a good place for Bai He.

Today's Zhongling Mansion seems to have lost the prosperity in Yan Bo's memory, but it is still a big city in this land.

Yan Bo Yufeng hung in the air, looking down at the former Dayan capital, as if there were still shadows of the bustle in front of his eyes.

The Baiyu Taoist Temple, where dignitaries and common people alike have crossed the threshold to burn incense, has long been in ruins, and those who were related may have been sentenced to death many years ago.

Even the master, Han Shiyong, was beheaded in full view of the public.

Yan Bo even seemed to be able to see that scene, seeing crowds of people outside the execution ground, waiting to see the beheading of the real person Tian Yu who he once admired. He admired him so much at first, but later he cheered loudly when he saw the Taoist being beheaded.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The sound of cranes chirping brought Yan Bo back to reality. He looked around and then above. The white cranes that had just flown with him had not yet left, hovering around and above him.

"唳"

The leader of the white crane at the top roared, and the cranes seemed to vaguely understand its meaning.

If you follow him, you will have food, just follow him!

Although Yan Bo was already a member of the Immortal Way, he obviously didn't know the "Crane Language" yet. After thinking about it for a moment, he threw out a handful of tender lotus seeds, which were eaten by the white cranes in the sky.

After doing this, Yan Bo ignored the white crane for the time being and fell downwards, flying past the location of the Dayan Palace. The once magnificent palace was now in ruins.

The large lake in the Imperial Garden that was carefully cared for back then has almost dried up and is overgrown with weeds. Many of the precious trees in the Imperial Garden have been cut down by the people and used as firewood. Obviously, the people who occupy this land now do not want to or have no spare time to repair the palace. .

When flying over the Golden Palace, Yan Bo thought of the past again. He once met Emperor Dayan here with his master and ancestors. At that time, Baiyu Dao was at its peak.

‘Female Taoist Yan Bo is Master Shangyuan of Baiyu Tiangong’

The high-pitched voice of the eunuch back then seemed to echo in my ears. At that time, Yan Bo was also very ambitious, but now when he thinks about it, his sighs are also filled with laughter and absurdity, like a dream!

I have seen the prosperity of the past, I have seen the tranquility and desolation, and when I wake up from a dream, like many dreams, the past has passed.

Master Han Shiyong is naturally dead. It has been so long, and Master Liao Wenzhi cannot still be alive, but Yan Bo feels something in his heart and knows that not everyone in Bai Yudao is dead.

With this thought, Yan Bo did not fall into the capital, but once again rode the wind and rose high into the sky, heading towards the direction where he felt the sensation.

When Yan Bo Yufeng passed by the former imperial garden, a group of white cranes in the sky followed him, flying in groups over the former imperial wetland as he walked.

There are obviously many extraordinary spiritual beings in this group of white cranes. Perhaps except for the leading white crane, many of them also have memories of living here.

"唳——"

The white crane shouted in the air and flew away. The leading white crane lowered his head and looked down, only to see a dilapidated shack on the edge of the wetland that used to be the Imperial Garden. Someone opened the door and came out.

It was an old man with pale hair, and his steps were a little shaky. He looked up at the sky over there, stretched out his hands and let out a few old and hoarse calls.

"Grrrrrrrr."

The old man's call was imitating the cry of a crane. Some white-feathered cranes, including the leading white crane, turned back and looked down. Even Yan Bo, who had already flown away in the wind, looked back at the Dayong Palace in the distance.

"Uh-huh-lu-lu."

The leading white crane chirped a few times, and the sound caused Yan Bo in front to slow down. Then he turned back against the wind, and the cranes followed the leading crane as they circled back to the palace.

A little marten peeked out from the neck feathers of the leading white crane and whispered.

"It's him!"

The old man below was still shouting. Although he was old, his eyes seemed to be in good shape. When he saw the white shadow in the sky coming back, his voice was a little excited.

"Grrrrrrrr."

"Crack, bang, bang, bang, bang, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap."

A total of more than a dozen white cranes fell down one after another, and among the interlaced white feathers, Yan Bo also fell together. However, the old man did not see clearly, but was excited to see these dozen white cranes.

The white cranes were either fluttering their wings, pacing, chirping, or playing around, and a few of them gathered around the old man and shouted.

"I'll get you some food right now, that's it."

By the almost dry wetland, the old man walked excitedly towards the shed where he lived. Some white cranes followed him, and after the leading white crane joined, all the white cranes followed.

Yan Bo looked at the old man and the group of cranes thoughtfully, and slowly walked over.

The old man quickly got out half a barrel of malted wheat grains, and scooped out a lot of loaches from several water tanks and mixed them into the barrels. Then he walked out excitedly, and the wooden ladle spilled the contents of the barrels one by one. , the cranes were pecking and having fun nearby.

"Eat, eat. As long as I am here, you will still have something to eat. Eat."

The old man kept spreading things and looked at each white crane carefully with his cloudy eyes. He would get even more excited whenever he saw someone he knew.

"Oh, you're still here. It's great that your foot injury has healed, and you are here too."

He Yunqiao, who had transformed into the original form of a white crane, also took a few steps closer. The tall crane stood upright and was even taller than the slightly stooped old man. When the latter saw this very handsome white-feathered crane, he seemed to be attracted by it very quickly. Recognized.

"It's you. I remember you, just like before, you didn't eat what I fed you. You are also my lucky crane. It was because of you that His Highness favored me. Wasn't it you who was in the Golden Palace that year?"

He was chattering, and his words were sometimes not coherent.

"Old man, do you live here?"

The sudden sound startled the old man. He thought it was a white crane that could speak human words. When he turned around, he realized that there was an elegant middle-aged man standing next to him.

"You, who are you?"

"A wandering gardener heard that this was the Imperial City of Dayan, so he came to see if there were any exotic flowers and plants."

The old man looked at the visitor up and down, and when he saw a calm expression on his face, he gradually calmed down and scattered the contents of the barrel, causing the white cranes to scramble for it in play.

"Gardener, gardener hahahaha, I don't know how many people are coveting the treasures in the Dayan Palace. I don't know how many times soldiers, bandits and refugees have come here. I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who can miss something."

The old man said this with sarcasm and looked at the person who came, but the other person's face was calm and showed no anger. He finally understood that the person who came had no ill intentions, and his expression calmed down.

"I have always lived here. I escaped here for a while during the Tianbeng years, and then came back."

Yan Bo actually knew some things based on his popularity, but he still asked.

"The old man seems to be quite old, why should he come back?"

It can be heard from these words that Yan Bo knew the old man's life experience, but the old man did not notice it. He just smiled and looked at the white cranes around him.

"I was the eunuch who was responsible for feeding cranes in the Dayan Palace. I had no relatives, no wife, no children, no one to rely on, and nowhere to go. In this hot and desolate world, the days are miserable, and only the white crane is the comfort in my heart. I am not here. Where is this?"

The old man looked at the white crane beside him, with tears in his eyes.

"When you are lucky, there will still be white cranes falling down. It seems that you can vaguely see how glorious I, Dayan, was back then. Your Majesty said, I am allowed to take charge of the Crane Lake in the palace. Now, I am the only one in this huge imperial city."

Yan Bo also sighed.

"I didn't expect that the last loyal person in the world would be you."

"loyalty."

The old man recited the word again without saying anything. He put down the barrel and carefully sat on the ground. He just watched the white cranes playing around and paid more attention to the leading crane.

"Old man, we are destined to meet each other. Don't stay here. Leave with me. Find a quiet place with plenty of water and raise flowers and plants. You can also keep the white cranes coming!"

Yan Bo approached the old man.

"I have passed through many hometowns along the way. No one remembers Dayan in the past. Everything is a thing of the past. There is no need to continue to be persistent. You can feed the cranes wherever you want!"

"Yes, you can go anywhere. But I don't have long to live, let alone return to the secular world."

Yan Bo smiled.

"Then don't go back to the secular world. Yan is also proficient in some strange arts and medical skills. The old man can still live a comfortable life for a few years with good health. There is no need to wait any longer. No one from the Jian family will come back!"

The old man looked at Yan Bo blankly, with a bit of surprise on his face, but the latter's expression was always calm and he nodded with a smile.

After a long time, the old man gradually showed a relieved expression.

"It's okay, it's okay"

He said "that's fine", but the old man looked at Bai He with a look of reluctance.

Yan Bo felt something in his heart. At this moment, he looked at the white cranes around him, focusing on the leading one. He knew that these white cranes were very spiritual, and the leader might even have spiritual intelligence.

"The old man doesn't want to leave this Crane Lake. You will accompany me all the way. Can you also agree to Yan's unkind request and fly with this old man again?"

The leading white-feathered crane had neither eaten lotus seeds nor the young wheat and loach here, and it walked over with graceful steps.

"Grrrrrrrr."

The white cranes screamed in the sky for a while, and several white cranes nearby leaned down.

Yan Bo's eyes lit up and he understood. He looked at the old eunuch with a shocked expression on his side.

"By the way, old man, Yan Bo, what's your name?"

The old man stood up with Yan Bo's help.

"Me, what's my name?"

The name Yan Bo seemed familiar to the old man, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and he seemed to have almost forgotten his own name. It seemed that he thought for a while before the old man remembered his name.

"Yes, my name is Yuan Zhaoning."

"Okay, Uncle Yuan, please get on the crane's back!"

Yan Bo cast a little magic to wrap a spiritual energy around the old eunuch's body, and motioned him to sit on the back of the crane. Each of these white cranes was very tall, more than enough for a rickety old man to sit on.

Yuan Zhaoning was in a daze, and suddenly thought of something for a long time, and his expression became excited.

"Yan Bo? Yan, you are the disciple of Master Liao, and you are the disciple of Master Tianyu?"

"The past is a thing of the past, let it pass. This is the case with Yan, and so should you, Uncle Yuan."

The old man looked at Yan Bo's calm expression, and his excitement calmed down. However, he did not rush to get on the white crane, nor did he go back to the shed to pack his things. Instead, he hurried to the other side of Crane Lake, and then lay down in the mud. Rummage.

Yan Bo frowned slightly and walked over. He saw the old man turning over a stone in the mud and taking out something wrapped in black cloth.

Opening the thing again, what was revealed was a piece of jade, with a few large characters engraved underneath, which read: The great treasure of heaven, both longevity and longevity!

The old eunuch wiped the imperial seal with his sleeve and looked at Yan Bo with a relieved smile on his face.

"The past has faded away. Maybe Dayan will never come back, but this is a God-given treasure. It will bless the peace and prosperity of this land. It should not be buried here. If the treasure does not belong to Dayan, there will always be someone who deserves it."

After a long time, several cranes roared from the former imperial garden, and then a group of white cranes soared into the sky and took off into the distance, some of them carrying people on their backs.