The Guanlong family was very quiet but also shrouded in a very tense atmosphere. The major clans walked frequently and wanted to know what each family wanted to do. The second son of the Zhao family left the Zhao family's mansion and came all the way to the Mangshan, a branch of the Qinling Mountains.

Looking at this Mang Mountain, Zhao Rui turned over and got off the horse and walked into the mountain step by step. There are too many stories in this Mang Mountain. The generals of the Eight Pillar Kingdom headed by Yuwen Tai fought hard here, and Yuwen Tai also failed here. The Yuwen lineage was defeated since the Battle of Mang Mountain, and even the name Yuwen Tai was almost forgotten.

It was also an era full of war. The two Wei and Wei faced each other across the Qinling Mountains, the rebellion of Hulao, the indifference of the Emperor Wei, the struggle between the Eastern Wei and Western Wei, the Western Wei created Yuwen Tai and destroyed Yuwen Tai. The demise of Yuwen Tai was also the beginning of a turning point in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the Southern and Northern Dynasties were also a very turbulent era. The northern Wei, the Western Wei, the Eastern Wei, the Northern Qi, and the Northern Zhou Dynasty were in the north. The wars of the sixteen kingdoms of the Eastern Jin Dynasty were still flying in the Central Plains, until Emperor Yang Jian of Sui came out of the troubled times. This somewhat absurd era was also the rise and fall of the gentry, laying the foundation for the five surnames and seven sects and creating the Guanlong clans.

Zhao Rui stepped on these weeds, Yuwen Tai was defeated by the army, and the Yuwen family was lonely all the way from then on. It is not necessarily that Yuwen Tai was a very fond of merit, but sometimes his heart was higher than the sky and his life was thinner than paper.

There is another legend in Mangshan. This is the largest tomb. In this place, people from all dynasties buried under the Mangshan Mountains that are hundreds of miles away. Mangshan is unknown, but a small branch appears in the Qinling Mountains. However, there are many legends buried here, which also makes this Mangshan more legendary.

Echoing the Mangshan Mountain is Luoshui, a spectacle full of myths, which starts from Longshou Dam and heads eastward, with waves for more than a thousand miles.

There is a small hut on the hillside here, where an old man lives. According to legend, he is a tomb guard. However, no one knows whose tomb he is guarding, and no one knows how long this old man has been here. He has lived on the mountain since he can remember, and has never left since his middle age and his white hair.

"Old guy, I'm here again." Zhao Rui walked forward with difficulty, "You're older after not seeing each other for so many years."

"I'm almost dying." The old man said, "I wanted to die quietly, why did you come to disturb my leisure?"

"I'm so annoyed. Come here to find your leisure time. I also want to stay in Mangshan for some time." Zhao Rui said, "The world at Mangshan is too lively, I have to think about hiding."

"Hehe..." the old man smiled.

"Old man, I have never understood since I was a child." Zhao Rui continued, "You said that this Mangshan is the boundary between Kunlun and the world, but Kunlun is thousands of miles away from each other from Kunlun to Mangshan. Why do you say that? What does Mangshan have to do with Kunlun Mountain?"

The old man sat on the ground with his eyes closed and motionless.

"Old man?" Zhao Rui called again.

The old man still didn't respond. His whole body seemed to be frozen.

"Diet?" Zhao Rui stood there for a long time and nervously stepped forward to explore his breath and pulse. Is he really dead?

"Why are you dead like this!" Zhao Rui looked at him motionless.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." The old man suddenly started to cough, opening his eyes like a corpse, looking at his eyes very sharp, and it took a while to soften, "Why did Mr. Zhao look at me like this?"

"You just died." Zhao Rui watched him step back step by step, his whole body was chilling.

"I also think I'm just dead." The old man whispered, "I had a dream at that moment, dreaming of a very dark road, where the ground was full of mud, and I knew that the old people were coming to pick me up."

"Who are those old friends?" Zhao Rui asked.

"I can't remember their names." The old man shook his head and stood up with a crutch. "It's always like this lately, it's been like this. Maybe I, the old guy, is really going to die. Those who ask for life come to ask for life, and those who ask for debt come to collect debts are not far away."

"Who did you use to be?" Zhao Rui looked at him.

"Boy, you've been asking for so many years, don't ask anymore." The old man smiled kindly, "If the old man is dead, you can bury me in the mountains. I thank you, old man."

"I still have a lot of things I don't know. You can tell me your life before you die." Zhao Rui helped him, "Maybe I can help you and pass on your story."

"Rubbing?" He smiled contemptuously, "Boy, remember that there are many falsehoods in this world. The so-called immortality is just a lie to deceive the world. There is such a type of people in this world who have been carrying the lies of the world all their lives. As long as you see through the falsehoods, you can understand my life. It's not that the old man won't tell you."

The old man was so thin that his skinny hand grabbed Zhao Rui's wrist, "Boy, I watched you grow up, your mind cannot know this secret. There are many people in this world, some people can know some people cannot know, you are the one you cannot know."

"I just need to know one thing!" Zhao Rui looked at him, "Who are you?"

"The old man is just a gravekeeper." He walked into his thatched hut, closed his eyes and lay down quietly.

This time, Zhao Rui knew that he was not dead, he just fell asleep, his breathing was very stable, looking at his wrist, holding on to himself was very strong, and this old man didn't look like a person who had reached his dying moment.

Autumn is very dry, and Zhao Rui's mood has become more impatient. What will Gu Qing do next? What does the man in the palace want to force the Guanlong clan to? These are all what he wants to know in his heart, and the old man who has been confused all his life. Before the Guanlong affairs were settled, he would always live with the old man.

Maybe he might be really dead after his life, so he would spend some time with the old man. Maybe he would say everything.

At this time, Yu Li was also standing at the foot of Mangshan, watching as Mangshan not walking up for a long time, "The second young master of the Zhao family is right next to that old man, right?"

The servant next to him nodded, "Do we still want to go up to the head of the family?"

"Let's go, don't look for that old man. Since that old man can keep Zhao Rui by his side at this time, he won't say a word to me." Yu Li sighed long, "Didn't Chang'an's eyeliner send news?"

“Not yet, it may take some time.”
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