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Fang Shiyi couldn't help pinching his slightly cool cheeks, which were as smooth as tender tofu. Fang Shiyi couldn't help pinching them, looked down at him for a while, turned his face ruthlessly, and slapped him on the face, with a cold tone: "Then You shouldn't have rushed up, I'm rough and thick, and you can't breathe after walking three steps, you're going to die!"

Meng Ming pinched a few red marks on his fair cheeks, and didn't say a word, just looked at him and smiled, more heartless than his elder brother.

This kid doesn't eat oil and salt, Fang Shiyi has nothing to do with him, and he can't really lift him up and beat him up, so he squeezed him twice: "Okay, rest for a while, and leave at noon."

He planned to meditate on the spot and guard Meng Mingchao, but Meng Mingchao pulled his sleeve pitifully: "Senior brother, stay with me."

Before Fang Shiyi could speak, he heard him say, "I haven't had a good night's sleep since you left the mountain."

Every word poked his heart, Fang Shiyi paused, imagined that Xiao Mingchao had been alone on the mountain in the past few years, how distressed he was, so he lay down and stretched out his hands to wrap him up in his arms, like coaxing a child , patted his back lightly, and his voice softened: "Go to sleep."

These two words spit out from Fang Shiyi's mouth, there seemed to be some strange magical power, Meng Ming smiled slightly at the corner of his lips, nestled in his arms with peace of mind, curled up slightly, closed his long eyelashes, felt at ease He let his consciousness fall into darkness.

Naturally, Fang Shiyi couldn't fall asleep. He thought about the monster clan that dragged him in for no reason to hide in the formation, and deeply reflected on why he was so unlucky. He was the only one who was sucked in by a group of dozens of people. He felt happy again when he thought that his master would come back.After thinking about it for a long time, he remembered the big living person in his arms. Looking down, Meng Mingchao was soundly asleep, as if he dozed off in his arms during the winter when he was a child.

Yuxue Tuantuan's Xiao Douding grew up but was still young, because of his injury, his face was snow-white, his eyelashes were shockingly black, his delicate eyebrows were unspeakably charming, and the fox-turned-goblin was not as beautiful as him.

Fang Shiyi looked at it, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason: ...they look familiar.

In a blink of an eye, he slapped himself away from this thought.

Nonsense, this is Xiao Mingchao, doesn't it look familiar?

After pondering all the messy thoughts, Fang Shiyi was a little tired, he hugged the little beauty in his arms, and closed his eyes.

He wanted to close his eyes and fall into samadhi, but unexpectedly he fell asleep unconsciously after closing his eyes like this.At the beginning of the dream, there was a dark blue sky, with a few broken stars scattered in the sky. He seemed to be floating in the air. After a while, he realized that he had fallen straight down from midair.

Fang Shiyi wanted to struggle, but it was difficult to move his hands and feet. He raised his hands with difficulty, but the hands holding the sword and making the tactic shrank several sizes, like a child's.Before he could figure out what kind of dream it was, he fell into the water with a "bang".

The sea water is gray, and the deeper it goes, the darker it becomes, as if the light has been swallowed up.

The surroundings were cold and sticky, he couldn't breathe, and his mind began to get confused. Looking at the hazy water, there was only one clear thought in his mind: I don't want to die.

The old beggar had his leg broken, and just to beg him for a mouthful of hot food, he strangled his neck before dying and asked him if he wanted to die or live to live up to him.

When Wen Xiuyue found him from the street, he was holding the broken bowl and the broken fan left by the old beggar. When Wen Xiuyue asked, "Would you like to leave with me?", his first reaction was to ask: "Will you leave with me?" rice?"

The world's invincible sword master showed a ridiculous expression for the first time, and then thought of something, his expression softened, he squatted down, not too dirty, and stroked his tangled hair that hadn't been washed for half a month: "Don't worry. "

Then he followed Wen Xiu away.

He joked all day long that Meng Mingchao was easy to cheat and was abducted by him with a piece of candy. It turned out that he was not much better, and was abducted with a bowl of rice.

It is true that the upper beam is not straight, and the lower beam is also crooked.

Difficult to break free from the shackles and suffocation of the dream, Fang Shiyi shuddered, opened his eyes, and found that Meng Mingchao turned against the guest and hugged him in just a dream.

The child was weak and had been sick with a cough for a few days since he was a child, but his strength was astonishing. Fang Shiyi struggled a bit, but he couldn't break free.

Outrageous.

Fang Shiyi sullenly raised his hand and pinched Meng Mingchao's face: "Hey, kid, wake up."

Meng Ming trembled at his eyelashes, like two fluttering butterflies, slowly opened his eyes, his glass-like pupils contained a layer of water mist, saw Fang Shiyi, and smiled at him in a daze: "Senior brother, I dreamed of you .”

"..."

Why is this kid so annoying.

Fang Shiyi couldn't hold back, and pinched him twice: "I dreamed about my brother, what do you want to say?"

Meng Mingchao suddenly hugged him tightly. For some reason, his breath trembled violently, and his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of waking up the dream: "I hate you so much."

Fang Shiyi was startled, and stroked his hair comfortingly.

"...But I miss you more." Meng Mingchao seemed very tired. After saying this, he was silent for a long time, "Brother, don't abandon me like this again."

Fang Shiyi was so sore in his heart, he hummed a few times indiscriminately, and when Meng Mingchao finished spitting, he let him go embarrassedly, and immediately picked his chin and smiled meanly: "Oh, our little beauty's eyes are red Oh, you miss senior brother so much? Come and offer one to senior brother.”

Meng Ming's eyes flickered, his cheeks and earlobes were a little red, but in his heart he quietly looked forward to Fang Shiyi's "scent".

It's a pity that Fang has a big mouth, and dares to shake anything. After shaking, he turned over and sat up. After sleeping for a few hours, he remembered whether the bird in his sleeve was crushed to death. bird.

He lowered his head to straighten his sleeves, and asked casually, "How did you slip down from the mountain? Where's your big cat?"

Meng Mingchao stared quietly at the dishonest man for a moment, seeing that he really had no intention of introspecting and making amends, so he held back his anger, and said, "I came here on the ball."

"Where's the egg?" Fang Suyi was indeed distracted.

"Didn't follow me into that big formation, it should be nearby."

Meng Mingchao was still sitting on the bed. After finishing collecting things, he turned his head and said curiously: "I said ancestor, you are about to have a seventeen year old this year. It's time to learn to dress and tie your hair by yourself?"

Meng Ming blinked misty eyes at him.

Fang Shiyi failed. When he was still a child, while dressing him, he had a bad smell: "Let's say it first, the previous thing is not over, go back and copy the door rules a hundred times and submit it to me." , don’t save me some time when I’m older, and you’ll still be so impulsive next time if I don’t teach you a lesson.”

Meng Mingchao responded with a gentle and gentle hello.

Fang Shiyi hadn't put on airs as a big brother, so he forgot after he finished speaking, waited for the young master to put on his robes, and pushed the door out.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the empty city was still lifeless, covered with gray everywhere, the aboriginal spiders in the corner of the eaves were scared into a ball and pretended to be dead, and the big cat with nine tails was chasing and playing with the fluffy yellow-haired fat bird.

"Hey, Eggy." Fang Shiyi said with great interest, "Come rub it for me."

The big cat turned around, jumped up lightly, jumped into his arms, stretched out its tongue and licked his chin.The big cat was licking happily, when its back suddenly froze, and from the corner of the eye, it noticed Meng Mingchao who was walking out of the house, who seemed to be very kind, shiveringly withdrew his thin little tongue, and planned not to stick it out for a few days, In order not to be pulled out by the opportunity.

Mingming also landed on top of Fang Shiyi's head, pointing at the big cat and chirping.

Fang Shiyi made his ears hurt from the noise, so he threw the bird to Meng Mingchao to play with: "Any dish."

The rest of the disciples had finished repairing a long time ago. Seeing that Fang Shiyi brought Meng Mingchao down, they all came together and asked all kinds of questions, whether the elder brother was injured, why the younger brother was here, what happened to the monster clan formation , Is it dangerous or not... A bunch of questions flooded the sky, and Fang Suyi was even more troubled, so he decided not to answer any of them: "Line up and prepare to return."

Xiao Minghe sneered.

Qi Chu covered his mouth worriedly: "Second Senior Brother, be cautious in your words and deeds."

The big cat has practiced for the past few years, and already has the supernatural power of flying on the clouds. Fang Shiyi hugged Meng Mingchao and sat on it, letting the big cat follow closely. A group of people rose up with swords and flew towards Shanhaimen.

To avoid similar incidents from happening again, the group of people will no longer stop on the road unless they encounter evil cultivators from the monster race.

Strangely, with the victory of the northern border human race and the demon race being driven out of the North Pass, the movements of the demon race and evil cultivators also began to gradually decrease, disappearing little by little.

When we returned to Shanhaimen, the autumn colors had already dyed the mountains.

When passing by the nearest human city, the shadow of the monster race could no longer be seen.

Fang Shiyi kept muttering in his heart, he didn't think these "non-human races" were so sensible, maybe they had been entangled with the human race for several years, and then hid to recuperate.

But no matter what, it finally gave righteous monks and mortals a space to breathe in peace.

The disciples who have been in the dust and struggled for several years, when they saw the Fuyun Peak hazy in the clouds, they couldn't care about the presence of the teacher, and they all burst into cheers.

Weng Cheng didn't care, he smiled and held down Xiao Lin who was about to explode, and gave him a slap in the eye, which can be regarded as suppressing the harsh words that Elder Xiao was about to say, and led the other elders to leave together, leaving Fang Shiyi with him The rest of the disciples went up the mountain.

The disciples who had just returned were beaming with joy. As soon as they went up the mountain, they were greeted with brothers all over the mountains, and they wiped away their tears and shouted: "Brothers and sisters... just come back!"

Fang Shiyi was surrounded by the crowd and had no chance to take care of Meng Mingchao for a while, so he was hugged up the mountain helplessly.Xiao Minghe was watching with a cold face, but was surrounded by people unexpectedly, a suspicious blush flashed across his face, he snorted coldly, and didn't look straight at people.

Meng Mingchao followed slowly, stared at Fang Shiyi's back for a while, and then went back to Lanyue Residence.

He had just returned to Shanhaimen, and he was busy with many things. After running along with several elders, Fang Shiyi finally took a breath, and walked neatly on the familiar long bluestone steps. for three days.

The little ancestor won't be angry again, right?

Fang Shiyi was thinking uneasily, ready to take out the odds and ends that he had accumulated for several years to coax the children one by one, but when he opened the courtyard door, he saw Meng Mingchao moved a table under the flower tree, holding a pen, writing something.

Before he came close, Meng Mingchao put away his pen and said softly, "Okay."

Fang Shiyi stepped forward wonderingly: "Ancestor, is it more beautiful than flowers?"

Meng Ming glanced back at him, bent his eyes and smiled, his wide sleeves fluttered without wind, he waved his hand lightly, countless papers flew out of the house, hovering in the air like dead leaves, and instantly the whole yard was covered by dark clouds. As if covered, overflowing with the fragrance of ink, the paper was written in black and white, stroke by stroke calmly and seriously.

"One hundred times the door rules." Meng Ming fluttered towards his sleeves, his voice was lost behind the sound of clattering papers, "Brother, don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"

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