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After solving the trivial matter of haunting, when he returned to the house, Meng Mingchao had already fallen asleep, holding a warm ball of white hair in his arms, with the two balls touching his head, breathing back and forth, sleeping soundly, not too hot .

Fang Shiyi sat lightly on the edge of the bed and looked down at the child.

After drinking two bowls of medicine every day, and then taking the medicine diet, Meng Mingchao's complexion is still unsightly, and he often coughs when he encounters cold.

She is delicate and sickly, and her temper is not small.

Fang Shiyi thought about it, put his clothes on and lay down, thinking vaguely: After such a day of anger, it's time to calm down tomorrow.

If you make a fuss, spank your ass.

There was no morning class the next day, and the brothers and sisters followed the usual practice and went to Shanhaizhu to practice swords together.Meng Mingchao was sleepy, his small face was wrinkled, he squinted his eyes in a daze to let Fang Suiyi pack up properly, walked out the door, and after a few coughs, he woke up. Thinking of what happened last night, his small face sank, and he hugged himself Fang Shiyi refused to let Fang Shiyi hold his little wooden sword.

Fang Suyi: "..."

Fang Shiyi held Brother Bird and followed behind, frowning: "Brother Bird, do you think I still dare to spank his ass?"

Ming Ming gave him a contemptuous look, turned his back, pointed his furry bird butt at him, and twisted meanly.

Fang Shiyi stretched out his fingers and flicked it funny: "I can't beat that little sick child, so I can't beat you?"

"Chirp!" Mingming was deeply offended by being bounced on the hip, and jumped up and down angrily to protest.

Fang Shiyi gathered his fingers together, held the little hair ball in his palm, and directly suppressed it.

Meng Mingchao could not help twitching the veins on his forehead when he heard a person and a bird chirping lively behind him.

He closed his eyes, and it was hard to hold back the anger—yesterday he sneakily grabbed the big cat and rushed back to the mountain, saw Fang Shiyi drowning in the illusion, and almost killed himself with a sword.

He was obviously injured and frightened, but he still pretended to be a normal person after giving birth to the mountain, making jokes with a playful smile on his face.

Is this person heartless?

In October, the wind on the Shanhaizhu is getting stronger, and after a while, I am afraid it will start to snow.Meng Mingchao didn't say a word when he practiced sword in the morning, even when he was tired.

Fang Shiyi kept an eye on him all the time, seeing his pale and trembling face, he finally couldn't help it, threw Wang Shu away, went to hold him down, and said with a serious expression, "It's almost there, kid."

Meng Mingchao raised his eyes, his eyes were light in color, clear and cold.

Fang Shiyi frowned and sighed, took off his outer clothes and put them on him: "It's hard to raise them back, and you're ruining yourself again. It's okay to be angry with me, what are you doing?"

Meng Mingchao pursed his pale thin lips, covered in cold sweat, even wearing a robe couldn't resist the severe wind blowing on the mountain and sea pillars, so he couldn't help leaning into his arms, lowering his eyes: "Yesterday, senior brother took me Abandoned, because I think I am useless, if I don't work hard, next time my brother will still abandon me."

Be nice.

Cozy little jacket.

What a little baby.

Fang Shiyi hurriedly hugged Meng Mingchao and protected him with his spiritual power. This time his apology was much more sincere: "Senior brother is wrong, I shouldn't have left you behind, there will be no next time. Look at your face, it's as white as a steamed stuffed bun."

Meng Mingchao could see that this person said so, but if he encountered the same thing next time, he would probably push him away decisively.He was silent, hugged Fang Shiyi's neck, and took a deep breath—the senior brother didn't have the extravagant style of Princess Xiao, a child of the family, and there was no incense burner in the room, and he always read under the flower tree in the courtyard, and his body was stained. After smelling the fragrance of the flower, it is faint and light, and only when you get close can you smell the warm breath.

He murmured: "There will be no next time."

Fang Shiyi crawled along the pole, calmly talking nonsense: "There is no more."

After a pause, he stretched his brows and eyes, and with a little force, picked up the child: "Okay, I won't practice swords today. Seeing how angry you are, I only ate two bowls of porridge, five buns and three rice cakes this morning, and now I'm hungry." Not hungry?"

Eggy and the bird squatting on top of Eggy: "..."

Brother, do you have any misunderstanding about "eating less"?

What happened on Spirit Beast Mountain was really not hidden.

At noon the next day, the Cultivation of Immortals tabloid published a headline:

"Shanhaimen disciples gathered a crowd to set off fireworks, causing a fire in Lingshou Mountain"!

The fellow disciples who were present that day were so angry that they all turned on their backs and rolled their eyes in court.

This gossip tabloid writes nonsense!

All parties in the world of cultivating immortals seriously criticized the disciples of Shanhaimen for not doing their job properly, and for a while it was more interesting to talk about than the little disciple of Yaozong flying a kite on a rainy day.

Monster races and evil cultivators are harassing everywhere, the cheerful little disciples haven't smelled the storm coming, and the big shots are already worried all day long.

Mr. Yi frowned even more in the morning class, and arranged papers every three days, either to study "whether evil cultivators still have human nature", or to ponder "the reason for the eternal hatred between the monster race and the human race", or just "see Frontline battle report, write an experience about the formation rules of the demon army."

Fang Shiyi didn't get enough sleep all day, and he was thinking about the thesis that weighed five cars while walking on the road. He thought expressionlessly: Before the Yaozu came up, I probably had to die first.

The Yaozu and the evil cultivators teamed up to set fires everywhere in Zhongzhou, but they were just making small noises, as if they were trying to test something, and did not cause any big waves for a while.

It's more like the calm before the storm.

Fang Shiyi frowned with the big shots for a few days, turned around and saw the white and tender little junior, and was too lazy to think about it.

Others are soft-spoken, and it's useless to think about it now, so it's better to take good care of the younger brother and do the work he can do now.

The world outside is precarious, and the youngest disciples of Shanhaimen are still struggling with their thesis. The days are passing by, and the end of the year is approaching in a blink of an eye.There is a large formation on Shanhaimen, and although the change of seasons is slow, it is roughly the same as that at the foot of the mountain. The north wind blew on the Fuyun Pavilion for two days, and within a few days, it brought frost and snow.

Snowing.

The flowers of the flower tree in Lanyuejuli have also turned white. At first glance, they are indistinguishable from the snowflakes, and they are inseparable.

Eggy squatted by the pool, staring helplessly at the red carps hiding in the bottom of the water, chirping and chirping non-stop, directing the stupid cat to fish.

Qi Chu was sleepy and walked out of the house, carrying the balls without looking at them, and threw them into a room at random: "Little brother, your cat is catching my fish again!"

The next moment Eggy was thrown out again, Xiao Minghe popped his head, glanced at him coldly, and slammed the window shut.

When winter arrived, Meng Mingchao became more lethargic.

Fang Shiyi had just combed his hair, and slowly carried the young boy out of the house, full of anger: "Damn!"

Eggy licked its paws and turned into a big ball.Fang Shiyi threw the coughing Meng Mingchao up, grabbed Mingming who was flying around and stuffed it into his sleeve, and got up to go to Shanhaizhu.

Meng Mingchao fell asleep in a daze all the way, and when he arrived at the place where his senior brothers often practiced swords, he rubbed his eyes and woke up. Holding the small wooden sword, he dazedly followed Fang Shiyi to draw it.

Qi Chu was only in his teens when Wen Xiuyue took him under his wing. His talent was not as good as that of Xiao Minghe and Fang Shiyi, and his master was often away. It can be said that Qi Chu's swordsmanship was learned and taught by Fang Shiyi.

He was strict with the third junior brother, and he was not soft on the younger junior brother. He forced Meng Mingchao to practice the heavy sword technique honestly before waving his hand: "Go and rest."

Meng Mingchao was particularly afraid of the cold, ran to Dandan, threw himself into the warm embrace of the big fur ball, wrapped himself into a small fur ball, frowned and coughed a few times, and began to feel drowsy again.

Fang Shiyi calmed down, and after practicing the sword, he looked back and saw that Meng Mingchao had fallen asleep in his egg.

He smiled, counted today's day, and left here silently, walking deeper into Shanhaizhu.

Most of the Shanhaizhu is bare, and the ground is covered with blue-black hard rock, covered with chaotic sword marks and knife marks.There is only a small forest in the east, and few disciples will go there.

There is a monument there.

Every year on this day, Fang Shiyi would come over to have a look after practicing swordsmanship. He would sit cross-legged on the ground casually, look at the stele and the slightly bulging grave bag, take out a jar of wine from his treasure bag, and pour it into the In front of the monument, there was a murmur: "Old beggar, you have a long face, how many mortals can be buried here?"

There was no name on the tombstone, and Fang Shiyi didn't know the old beggar's name.

He didn't miss it, nor was he very sad. He sat quietly in front of the stele for a while, and got up to go back to pick up Meng Mingchao.

Turning around, he found Meng Mingchao standing behind him with the cat in his arms.Almost a year has passed, Xiao Mingchao has grown a lot, with red lips and white teeth, so exquisite that he is not like ordinary people. He wears white boots and a brocade jacket with a fur collar.

"Brother?" Meng Mingchao glanced at the unnamed tablet behind him.

Fang Shiyi came back to his senses: "Hey, little sleepy bug, are you awake? Then come and say goodbye."

Meng Mingchao didn't ask who it was, put down his balls, walked to the monument, and bowed down earnestly.

Fang Shiyi saw that he was well-behaved, and felt very relieved: "Old beggar, look, I even have a son."

Meng Mingchao didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. After he finished his worship, he turned his head with curiosity in his eyes.

Fang Shiyi squatted down and motioned for him to lie on his back.

After picking it up, I realized that the dumpling seemed to have grown up a bit, and it was still so light.

His voice was gentle: "Want to know the origin of my name?"

Meng Mingchao nodded.

Fang Shiyi's steps are very steady. He has not yet grown into a mature man, and his shoulders are frail and thin like a teenager, but he already makes people feel safe and at ease: "I was born without a family. It was an old beggar who picked me up. He himself They were suffering from hunger and cold, but they still brought me up. He said that I was his enemy, that he was in bad luck and picked up the rags, so he named me Shiyi.”

He fluttered and showed a somewhat sad expression, even if no one saw it, it was still fleeting, and properly packed up the fleeting fragility, as if he was heartless, "The old beggar has a big temper and thinks I'm troublesome. Then there was a famine, and in order to beg for a bite of food for me, his leg was broken by a servant of a rich family, and he died before he survived the winter."

It was snowing again in the sky.

Meng Mingchao fell silent, rubbed his neck, and then covered his head with his hand.

Fang Shiyi looked at the long steps covered with heavy snow: "Master picked me up, his body had long since rotted. This is his clothes tomb, I dug it with my own hands." Feeling Meng Mingchao's trembling breathing, he smiled , "Don't feel sorry for me or him. The life and death of a cultivator is unpredictable, let alone a mortal? He was reincarnated a long time ago and started a new life. Without me as a drag, he should have a better life in this life than in his last life."

Eggy followed beside him, licking her paw.

Fang Shiyi didn't speak anymore, his whole body was agitated with spiritual energy, bounced off the snowflakes, cut off the cold air, carried Meng Mingchao on his back, and walked slowly back to Lanyue Residence step by step from the snow-stained long steps.

His body temperature seems to pass through his clothes, bit by bit, gentle and quiet, able to block all suffering in the world, and only bring warmth.

In a daze, Meng Mingchao felt that this was a very good life.

When he was about to reach the mountain, Meng Mingchao hugged Fang Shiyi's neck tightly and leaned into his ear, his breath was cold: "Senior brother, can I be with you forever?"

A mortal's life is only a few decades of birth, old age, sickness and death, gathering and dispersing like clouds and smoke.

Cultivators pursue longevity. This life may be too long, and no one knows what will happen.

It's a pity that young people don't know what it means to be sad, so he weighed his junior brother and answered in a frivolous and nonchalant way: "Okay."

He who speaks speaks, and he who listens believes.

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the child should grow up