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After leading a few people to the courtyard where the distinguished guests lived, the third elder said to Song Huaiqing: "Pavilion Master Song, this is the residence of your Bulao Pavilion."

The yard is not big, but it is very delicate. There is a small sign hanging at the door of the yard, with the words "Bu Lao Pavilion" written on it in beautiful hairpin flowers.

"Thank you. Do you know the name of the third elder?"

Song Xiaoye grinned.

"I am Xia Xing."

"Thank you, Elder Xia, for guiding us."

Song Xiaoye nodded slightly and expressed his gratitude.

"It's a small matter. Pavilion Master Song is not feeling well, so I won't delay your rest. If you have any needs, just ask."

After saying that, Xia Xing left.

Song Huaiqing had been walking for a long time, and his body became a little weak, swaying, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

Xiao Fangchi behind him immediately went to help him, but he dodged him.

Song Xiaoye took in the quarrel between the two of them and immediately reached out to support Song Huaiqing, "Junior brother, I will help you to rest."

Song Xiaoye helped Song Huaiqing into the main hall, walked around the screen, and helped him carefully sleep on the bed. After he took off his shoes, she pulled the quilt over and covered Song Huaiqing.

Then he wanted to pour some tea, but when he turned around and saw Xiao Fangchi and Jun Ziluo still there, he waved his hands: "You guys go back to the house and have a rest."

"Yes."

The two of them also knew that Song Huaiqing needed to rest, so they bowed, turned around and left.

Xiao Fangchi walked a few steps and looked back at Song Huaiqing, with a worried look in his eyes.

Song Xiaoye naturally saw it. She handed the tea cup to Song Huaiqing, and she put a Yuan Yang Dan in the water.

Song Huaiqing took it and drank it in small sips. At this time, he was very sick, with no blood on his face. He looked like a doll carved from ice, which would break when touched.

Song Xiaoye thought about how he looked covered in blood a few days ago, and felt a slight pain in her heart. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch his head: "It's all senior sister's fault for failing to protect my little junior brother."

Junior brother has been in poor health since he was a child, but he managed to recover fairly well. After this experience, I am afraid that the source has been damaged and my health will be worse in the future.

Song Xiaoye only felt that her senior sister was terrible.

"Sister."

Song Huaiqing raised his head, looked directly into her eyes, and said seriously: "Don't blame yourself, it has nothing to do with you."

He could feel that Song Xiaoye and Song Xuchuan were wholeheartedly good to him. Although this good thing was given to the original owner through him, he didn't want Song Xiaoye to keep blaming herself for this because it had nothing to do with her.

"Hey hey hey." Song Xiaoye grinned and rubbed her soft-touch hair again, "Junior brother is so good."

After saying that, she took the tea cup from Song Huaiqing's hand, put it on the low table aside, pushed Song Huaiqing back to the bed, wrapped him tightly in a quilt, pretending to be fierce: "Don't kick the quilt! Go to sleep Bar."

"Ah."

……

night.

When Song Huaiqing woke up, there was only one lamp lit in the room, and the candlelight was swaying gently. The surroundings were quiet, and everyone was probably resting.

At this moment, he was no longer sleepy. He had slept from day to night and was already full.

After tossing and turning for a moment, he decided to go for a walk.

Beside the bed was a cloak, cyan with cloud patterns outlined in white lines.

Song Huaiqing touched it and found that it was still relatively thick. He suddenly laughed a little. Although summer had passed, he didn't have to wear a cloak now, so he prepared to put it back in place.

As if she knew he would think so, a piece of paper floated out, with dragons and phoenixes written on it:

You must wear it when you go out at night!

Suddenly, there seemed to be a picture in front of him. Song Xiaoye was staring at him with her hands on her hips.

Song Huaiqing had no choice but to wear it and go out.

After leaving the courtyard, Song Huaiqing didn't know where to go and wandered aimlessly along the cobblestone path.

As he walked, Song Huaiqing came to a garden. There were all kinds of flowers in the garden, which he couldn't name. Under the moonlight, these flowers looked delicate and beautiful, with a unique flavor.

There is a pavilion in the middle of the garden, and Song Huaiqing is going to have a rest.

Blowing in the night wind and smelling the overflowing fragrance of flowers, my heart felt peaceful.

Song Huaiqing liked such quiet solitude, so he propped his head and fell asleep.

"Why is Pavilion Master Song not sleeping in the middle of the night?"

A voice came, Song Huaiqing opened his eyes and looked over, it was Cheng Ji.

Cheng Ji wore a light blue robe and basically had a smile on his face, giving him a very gentle feeling.

Cheng Ji walked into the pavilion and sat down.

Song Huaiqing then replied: "If you can't sleep at night, let's go out for a walk."

"That's it." Cheng Ji's eyes fell on the cloak on his body, he frowned slightly and said in confusion: "Isn't it hot, Pavilion Master Song? It's just autumn."

Although the weather is indeed getting cooler now, summer has just passed, so it’s not like I have to wear a cloak now, let alone a cultivator.

Song Huaiqing gathered his cloak and said, "The sect master is laughing at me. I have been weak since I was a child."

Hearing Song Huaiqing's words, Cheng Ji was stunned for a moment, and a look of memory appeared on his face, as if he had remembered something. When he spoke again, he was full of nostalgia.

"Yeah, it's my fault. You've been weak since you were young. I should have known that, but I forgot."

Song Huaiqing:? ? ?

He didn't even understand what Cheng Ji was saying. Could it be that the original owner and Cheng Ji had any intersection?

Seeing Song Huaiqing's confused look, Cheng Ji immediately knew that he had also forgotten about it, so he poured a cup of tea and took a few sips before slowly explaining the origin between the two:

"It's normal that you don't remember. You were still young at that time and had a high fever. Before you joined the Immortal Pavilion, the two of us had always been dependent on each other. We were both orphans and had been living a wandering life. That day you I had a high fever, so I asked for medicine to save you, but when I came back, you were gone.

I looked everywhere for you and couldn't see you, and I was sad for a long time. Later, I was lucky enough to be taken back by the old master of Tongjian Sect and adopted as his adopted son. I have been trying to find you, but to no avail. I thought you were dead, but later I found out that you might have been admitted to the Immortal Pavilion. However, Tongjian Sect and Bulao Pavilion straddled two domains, and there was not much interaction between the two sects. In addition, my adoptive father was quite strict with me, and he mostly practiced in seclusion, so there was no chance to meet again.

Last time I saw you in a bad mood, and there were many affairs in the clan, so I left in a hurry without acknowledging you. This time you come to Tongjian Sect, I originally planned to get to know you. "

After listening to Cheng Ji's words, Song Huaiqing found relevant fragments in his memory. There was indeed such a person. During the original owner's wandering life as a child, he had an older brother who always protected him. They fought with the people who bullied them because of him, and were beaten to the point of dying because of stealing a steamed bun for him.

After he was brought back to Bulao Pavilion, he had been looking for this brother, but he couldn't find it and gradually forgot about it. But he didn't expect that this old brother was actually the current leader of Tongjian Sect, Cheng Ji.

Song Huaiqing nodded clearly: "So it's you."

Cheng Ji rested his elbows on the table and sighed: "Time flies so fast. We have all grown up. At that time, we thought we wouldn't survive."

Cheng Ji seemed to have opened up a chat box, and kept pulling him to talk a lot.

Song Huaiqing didn't know how to reply to him, so he occasionally answered a few words out of politeness.

Cheng Ji didn't care, he was very enthusiastic about it.

The two of them kept talking until the horizon gradually turned white, then they said goodbye and went back.