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Xiao Fangchi dragged his tired body step by step into Canglang Pavilion.

Smelling the Master's scent that was already very faint in the air, he slowly walked towards the bed in the room, reached out and carefully brushed off the dust on his clothes, took off his shoes, arranged them neatly, and then lay down on it.

There was a lot of scent left on the quilt, so he simply wrapped himself in the quilt, leaving no gaps, almost greedily smelling the smell that made him think about it for countless days and nights.

So nice to finally smell it again.

Suddenly, a flash of clarity flashed in Xiao Fangchi's mind.

This is not a dream.

After all, no matter how real the dream is, it will not have the aura of Master.

He had dreamed it countless times, and he knew this.

At this time, the familiar breath in his nose kept reminding him that he was really back and that everything was real.

Suddenly his nose became sore, and Xiao Fangchi burst into tears at this moment. Big tears fell down on the bed.

The tragedy hasn't happened yet, he still has a chance.

He stretched out his head and held the quilt in his arms, imagining that he was holding the master and murmuring softly.

"But Master, where have you been?"

"Senior Brother Xiao, are you here?"

A voice broke Xiao Fangchi's mood.

Xiao Fangchi was startled, wiped the tears on his face carelessly, threw away the quilt in his hand, turned over, and rolled out of bed quickly, all in one movement.

Zhang Zhou ran in just at this moment and looked at Xiao Fangchi rolling on the ground in stunned silence, forgetting what he wanted to say for a moment.

"Cough cough..."

Xiao Fangchi scratched his head in embarrassment, "I haven't recovered from my injuries yet, and I'm a little dizzy."

"Ah? Oh, senior brother, get up quickly."

Zhang Zhou said as he stepped forward to help Xiao Fangchi up.

"But, Senior Brother Xiao, why did you take off your shoes?"

Zhang Zhou pointed to the shoes beside the bed with a puzzled look on his face.

"Um, I... I just got a sprain in my foot. I'm going to take off my shoes and look at my feet."

"Yes...really?"

Zhang Zhou felt that this rhetoric was a bit strange.

If your feet hurt...

But why did he go to the pavilion master's room to take off his shoes to check?

Seeing what Zhang Zhou wanted to say, Xiao Fangchi quickly interrupted, "What do you want from me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhou looked like he was remembering business.

"By the way, Senior Brother Xiao, I'm here to tell you. The Great Elder said that the Second Pavilion Master and the Third Pavilion Master were called by the Pavilion Master to go to Xikong Mountain to hunt a fire-gathering beast. The fire-gathering beast is almost seven hundred years old, maybe The Pavilion Master is worried about them, and may follow them to Xiaokong Mountain, and the Pavilion Master and the others will be back in two days."

At the end, he added, "Senior Brother Xiao, you don't have to worry so much about the Pavilion Master. The Pavilion Master is so powerful, nothing will happen to him if anything happens to him."

Senior Brother Xiao went crazy looking for the Pavilion Master this afternoon and almost turned the entire Bu Lao Pavilion upside down. He was so frightened that he thought something had happened.

"Yeah." Xiao Fangchi nodded, feeling that what Zhang Zhou said made sense.

At this point in time, nothing will happen to Master.

While he was dazed, Zhang Zhou suddenly came closer and said, "Senior Brother Xiao, I noticed that your eyes are a little red. Have you cried?"

Xiao Fangchi:? ? ?

This kid is poisonous, isn't he?

"Hiss-it hurts." Xiao Fangchi frowned and could only pretend to be in pain, "Hurry and help me go back to rest."

Zhang Zhou was immediately distracted and quickly went to help Xiao Fangchi.

On the second and third day, Song Xuchuan, Song Xiaoye did not come back, and Song Huaiqing was nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Fangchi meditates every day to heal his injuries, learns internal skills and practices, and practices spells. He is very busy.

I always go to Canglang Pavilion to see it several times, but I always come back disappointed.

"Master, why haven't you come back yet? Were you scared by me that day?"

Xiao Fangchi muttered as he walked back.

Suddenly, I remembered that the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the back hill was in bloom. It could be used to make a small dessert for Master when he comes back.