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Spring passes and autumn comes, and the five years pass by in a blink of an eye.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

A banquet was held in Fanghua Hall, and a group of elders and three pavilion masters gathered together happily.

The other disciples also had a banquet, but it was not with them, it was held elsewhere.

Closer, closer, closer.

It will be there soon...

Song Huaiqing's slender fingers moved forward bit by bit.

As if he was afraid that the two people next to him would notice, he stretched out his hand halfway, sat upright, glanced at his side with his peripheral vision, and found that the two people had not noticed him, and then continued to move his hand towards the target.

Finally, his fingers touched his target - the wine glass.

"Junior brother, you can't drink."

Song Huaiqing was about to take a sip while no one was paying attention, but unexpectedly touched the wine glass. Song Xuchuan next to him stopped him and confiscated the wine glass and flask in front of him.

Below, the disciples are performing a sword dance.

Song Xuchuan's words made all the elders in the audience look over.

"Junior brother, you're not good again! I told you not to drink. Come on, come on, drink some jade dew."

Song Xiaoye scolded and pushed a cup of jade dew drink over.

After receiving everyone's looks, Song Huaiqing choked and had no choice but to pick up the drink pushed over by Song Xiaoye.

The Jade Dew Drink was still hot, but he didn't want to drink it. He wanted to drink some wine.

He hasn't touched anything cold for a long time! !

What's wrong with having a drink! They say drinking in moderation is good for your health. Drinking can warm you up!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Ever since he saved his life five years ago, Song Xuchuan, Song Xiaoye, and even the entire Bu Lao Pavilion had treated him like a fragile porcelain doll.

His body is a little weaker than before, but it's not that bad!

He just wanted to take a sip, just a sip!

Song Huaiqing put the cup on the table and leaned back lazily, trying to plead with Song Xiaoye: "Senior sister, I will just take a sip. I really just..."

"Not even one mouthful. If you say anything else, don't go out tomorrow."

Song Xiaoye refused without thinking.

Song Huaiqing: "..."

Well, he who knows the current affairs is a hero.

Who told him to be a useless person without spiritual power now?

If he had the level of cultivation he had five years ago, would he be able to be controlled so strictly by them?

Five years ago, he stepped into the gate of hell with one foot, but was rescued by Song Xiaoye's Nirvana Return Pill.

Although the rescue was successful, there was a drawback.

That is, he has lost all his spiritual power, and must gradually go through the process of losing his five senses, breaking down and then standing up again before he can be reborn in Nirvana.

As long as he gets through it, he will not only be able to recover his cultivation, but he can also go further.

Over the past five years, he has experienced a loss of smell, taste and touch, as well as hearing and vision.

However, there is no specific time frame for when to enter the next stage and how long one stage will last.

So now he is just a helpless person with no spiritual power and an extremely weak body.

"You all know how to bully me." Song Huaiqing pursed his lips to express his dissatisfaction, "It's just one mouthful, what's going to happen?"

"Pfft" Seeing him like this, Song Xiaoye couldn't help laughing, stretched out her hand and pinched his face, "How cute."

When the little junior brother first lost his spiritual power and sense of smell, he locked himself in the room all day long. The already cold person became even more talkative. There was no life in his eyes. He was so dead and silent. They were anxious.

They tried their best to relieve the younger brother, but it was all in vain. It lasted for almost a year, and when they were helpless and desperate, they discovered that the junior brother suddenly thought about it. Although his temper was still as cold as before, he seemed to have a little more of a child's temper, and he would often make some vivid expressions on his face. .

When the medicine tastes bitter, he will ask her for candied fruits. When he is bored, he will ask Song Xuchuan to buy him a storybook. If the food he cooks is not delicious, he will dislike it, like a child.

"Just bully me." Song Huaiqing tried to avoid Song Xiaoye's hand, but failed, so he had to let her rub his face, "When my spiritual power recovers, you will be in trouble.

"Okay, once junior brother recovers his spiritual power, you can punish both of us in any way you want."

Song Xuchuan also laughed at him.

The elders below also laughed.

There was laughter and laughter, and the scene was harmonious.

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After dinner, Canglang Pavilion.

"Junior brother, go to bed early. I will let Zhang Zhou watch you carefully."

Although Song Huaiqing repeatedly emphasized that he could come back on his own, Song Xiaoye and Song Xuchuan still insisted on sending him back.

"understood."

Song Huaiqing responded obediently.

He cherishes his feathers very much.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, little junior brother."

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, junior brother."

Song Xiaoye and Song Xuchuan looked at each other and spoke at the same time, smiling brightly.

"Well, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Song Huaiqing replied with a smile.

This was the fourth Mid-Autumn Festival that he and Song Xuchuan and Song Xiaoye had spent together.

In the past, he could not celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. Anyway, he was the only one, and the Mid-Autumn Festival held by one person was not called the Mid-Autumn Festival. And every Mid-Autumn Festival, he would fall into a gloomy and violent mood.

But later, after they were forced to spend the first Mid-Autumn Festival together, he indulged in it. He felt the warmth of home from them, which made him feel that the Mid-Autumn Festival was not a festival filled with sadness.

"Okay, then my junior sister and I will leave first."

Song Xuchuan smiled, patted his shoulder, and then left hand in hand with Song Xiaoye.

"Junior brother, please go in quickly, it's windy outside."

"It's okay." Song Huaiqing gathered her cloak and waved to them, "I'm very warm. You can go back quickly."

He now wears a cloak almost all year round. He can only take it off in summer, but he also has to wear a cloak.

"Well, Third Pavilion Master, please come back quickly. I will take good care of the Pavilion Master."

Zhang Zhou said from the side.

Song Xiaoye then held Song Xuchuan's hand with confidence and pinched his waist with the other hand, "Let's go, Xiaochuanzi."

"I feel so much pain, Aye."

Song Xuchuan complained with an aggrieved look.

"Why does it hurt? You have a big butt like a man, why are you so delicate?"

Song Huaiqing looked at the back of the two people leaving with some speechlessness.

Really, just leave and give him dog food.

Even if he just eats dog food, why does he still feel that he is being understood invisibly?

That's enough.

Last year, under his loving guidance, Song Xuchuan finally caught up with Song Xiaoye.

That boy Song Xuchuan has liked Song Xiaoye since he was a child, but he has never dared to say anything for fear of being rejected and not even being friends in the future. He is coy and not like a man at all.

The so-called authorities are obsessed with the onlooker. He could tell that Song Xiaoye actually had a good impression of Song Xuchuan, but neither she nor Song Xuchuan realized it.

Later, he couldn't stand it any longer. Adhering to the idea of ​​​​pulling red strings to do good things, he deliberately instigated Song Xiaoye to get close to other male disciples, which almost made Song Xuchuan jealous.

Finally, Song Xuchuan couldn't hold it in any longer and ran over to him for help.

Then under his guidance, Song Xuchuan successfully brought Song Xiaoye back.

It's just that he succeeded in pulling the red string, but he also suffered a lot because he had to eat their dog food all day long.

In the beginning, they would be a little restrained in front of him, but this year they gradually became more and more unrestrained. They would hold hands in front of him at all times. They really didn't care about his single mood at all.

"Zhang Zhou, tell me, are they going too far?"

The more Song Huaiqing watched, the more unhappy he became. Not only did he not get any wine during the holiday, he also had to eat dog food.