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Fang Suyi: "..."

In a mere life, the excitement of flying the sword for the first time was not as great.

The two brothers were silent for a moment, Fang Shiyi's Adam's apple rolled, stepped forward a few steps, and gently held Meng Mingchao's hand.

The papers flying all over the sky suddenly flew in the same direction, stacked one by one, and fell onto the table.He lowered his head and pinched Meng Mingchao's face helplessly: "Have you been copying the house rules these days?"

Meng Mingchao nodded obediently, and showed him his ink-stained hand.

"But just casually, why do you take it seriously?" Fang Shiyi was amused, and his expression softened, "Little fool."

The flower trees sway in the breeze, shaking off the fine petals.

Fang Shiyi lowered his eyes, a petal saw the opportunity, fluttering and falling on his eyelashes, tickling.Just as he was about to blink and shake it off, Meng Mingchao suddenly smiled at him and raised his hand to pick off the petal for him.

The fingertips brushed the eyelashes, bringing a slight coolness, and the faint medicinal fragrance that seemed to have soaked into the bones.Fang Shiyi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. Before he could take a closer look, the courtyard door was pushed open with a creak, and Qi Chu's voice came: "Elder brother, younger brother, what are you doing? Why is the courtyard full of ink? Taste?"

Fang Shiyi suddenly came back to his senses, and withdrew his hand uncomfortably.

Xiao Minghe walked over behind him, seeing the stacks of door rules piled up on the table, he raised his eyebrows in amazement: "You asked the younger brother to copy the door rules for you?"

"It's only been a few days since I've been back, and I haven't gone back to Mr. Yi's class, so why did the senior piss him off?"

"Tsk," Fang Shiyi ignored the strange feeling, took out the broken fan, and slapped it resemblingly, "Am I that kind of person?"

Qi Chu missed his few red carps, ran to the pond, lay down on the strange rock by the pond, and laughed while watching: "Brother, did you forget that you framed me for copying "Shan Hai Men Jing Shi"?"

Xiao Minghe laughed cooperatively.

Listening to Qi Chu and Xiao Minghe's cooperating and joking, Meng Mingchao stared at Fang Shiyi's back without blinking, twisting the tiny petals with his fingertips, crushed them with a little force, and was stained with finger flower juice .

After so many years, this man is still not very trim, his long hair is tied up with a hair band, and it spills over his shoulders like splashed ink.

He smiled slightly, lowered his head, stretched out his red tongue, and licked the bitter flower juice on his fingertips.

Fang Shiyi didn't pay attention to Meng Mingchao's movements. He coughed dryly, waved his sleeves, and the papers all over the table were put into the treasure bag. Several round wine jars appeared on the table. There are only peach branches and spring water painted in a few strokes... The painting skills are really hard to describe, just like children's scribbles, and they have a unique charm that others cannot imitate.

Qi Chu's eyes lit up: "Baiyulou produces a jar of 'One River of Spring Water' every three years?"

Fang Shiyi winked at him: "Junior brother has good eyesight."

Xiao Minghe also came over curiously: "How did you get so many? Bai Yujing is self-contained and not under the control of the sect's aristocratic family, and the five major sects only send disciples to maintain order. The owner of Baiyu Tower is a casual cultivator with a very hard temper , not even the Xiao family's face."

After finishing speaking, he felt that he had lost face, so he put on a straight face.

"Your senior brother is very capable." Fang Shiyi didn't blush, after blowing himself up, he picked up the jar with a smile, "Before Master comes back, we won't return today if we don't get drunk."

The night was shrouded, and the dark clouds seemed to be blown away by the bitter mountain wind. The disc-like bright moon had just climbed over Fuyun Peak and came around the mountain here, and the brothers and sisters climbed onto the roof.

Xiao Minghe, who was pampered and spoiled, didn't have any objections. He spread the towel carefully, lifted his hem, and sat on the ridge of the roof.

The brothers and sisters each held a jar of wine—except Meng Mingchao.

Fang Shiyi patted the mud seal, and before he opened it, there was an indescribable smell of wine overflowing with the wind, hooking people's gluttons.Meng Ming looked eagerly, Fang Shiyi didn't look at him, he fumbled for a small jade cup, and poured him a small cup miserly.

"..." Meng Mingchao accused him with his eyes, "Brother."

Fang Shiyi knew that his heart would soften when he met him, so he didn't take that set, and raised his legs leisurely: "You are not in good health. It is said that this wine can make you drunk, so drink less."

Meng Mingchao took a sip, "a river of spring water" is worthy of the name, the mouth is slightly spicy, a coolness rolls down the throat, leaving a mouthful of peach blossoms and flowing water, which is full of romantic and sweet aftertaste, full of stamina.

The brothers and sisters opened their mouths, talking about Zhongzhou, about Shanhaimen, talking about demons, monsters and evil cultivators, and those mortals who have suffered for no reason.

Even Xiao Minghe, who had a high self-esteem, followed suit. After being tempered by wind, sand and slaughter for several years, Princess Xiao's words were not so annoying: "I went home these few days."

"Huh? Miss parents?"

Xiao Minghe refrained from rolling his eyes: "For the time being, the monster race is safe and sound, but there are still many mortals displaced, especially those in that empty city..." He was silent for a while, hugging the wine jar, looking at the bright moon in the sky, "I'll let you My father sent out disciples with different surnames to gather those mortals, received them from the territory of the Xiao family, and gave them a place to live."

In the past few years, most of the people have stood behind the elders, before and after the action, they all walked with their fellow disciples, and their resting places were often vacant cities or towns, or cities guarded by monks.Those mortals who can't protect themselves no matter how hot or cold they are, squeezed into a square inch of land, huddled under the city gate, eager for a few mouthfuls of porridge in the city, or starved to death, no one cared.

When the radiant and famous disciples flew over or passed by, those people looked up at them, and there would be a little bit of hope on their faces that were so painful that they were numb.

It was a very fragile yet tenacious expression.

I can't tell what it is, but it always makes people feel sad.

Qi Chu tilted his head to look at Xiao Minghe: "Didn't Second Senior Brother always look down on those mortals without spiritual roots the most?"

A mortal's life is short, his life is worthless, and the immortal cultivator's family is proud, and they look down on these people the most.

According to Xiao Minghe's temper, he would usually retort, but now he didn't know whether his tongue was drunk with wine or something, so he remained silent and didn't answer.

Fang Shiyi raised his head and took a sip of wine, a faint blush appeared on his jade-white cheeks, his amorous eyes were bent, as if he also had a river of spring water in his eyes: "Speaking of mortals, today, according to the customs of mortals, It is the day of reunion, called Mid-Autumn Festival."

Qi Chu and Xiao Minghe hadn't heard of this before, they were distracted and turned their heads with great interest.

Fang Suyi slowly took out three more gadgets from the treasure bag——three lanterns, which could be seen to be made by himself, and the handwork was surprisingly exquisite. Frost flowers, lifelike.

In order, he handed them to the three juniors one by one.

"When ordinary people celebrate this festival, the children in the family will have a lamp to play with." Fang Shiyi squinted his eyes and rested his chin, "Our three children should also have one."

He also had it when he was wandering the streets with an old beggar.

It's just that the old beggar picked it up and others don't throw it on the ground.

Xiao Minghe stared at the lantern that coaxed the children to play like a ghost: "Fang Shiyi, are you drunk?"

Qi Chu looked at it carefully for a while, stroked the green pine rooted into the rock, and smiled in his eyes: "Thank you, senior brother. Second senior brother, it's rare for us senior brothers to reunite, so don't be stubborn."

"Who is tough on him..."

Meng Mingchao turned a deaf ear, holding the lantern as if he had found a treasure, showing a sweet smile, worried that it would be crushed, and carefully put it into the treasure bag.

After it was over, he glanced at the lanterns in Xiao Minghe and Qi Chu's hands, and unconsciously twirled them with his fingers hanging in his sleeves... He really wanted to snatch them all.

Both Fang Shiyi and Qi Chu were a little tipsy, and they sang along with each other at the top of their voices.The interest came, one sword dance and one blowing the xun, the courtyard that had been cold for several years suddenly became lively, the silhouette of the sword dance on the roof was elongated by the moonlight, reflected in the pool below, and the egg, who was poking his head and trying to catch fish, was startled. , almost fell into the water.

Mingming stood on the bank, chirping and laughing.

Meng Ming looked at the two people who were making a fuss with a smile on his face, and by the time Fang picked up everything and sat back, he had already quietly stolen half of the jar of wine and drank it.

Fang picked up the clothes and robes that were scattered, and returned home after wandering for several years, his heart was full and satisfied, he threw the sword casually, put his left arm around Meng Mingchao, and his right hand hugged the two people next to him.

Xiao Minghe hurriedly put away the lantern that he had been watching secretly for a long time, and it annoyed him to death: "Let go!"

Fang Shiyi's drunken eyes are hazy: "This life and this night are not good, where will the bright moon next year be seen..."

"Brother, can we talk about it?" Qi Chu turned his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and found that Fang Shiyi was already drunk, leaning his head on Meng Mingchao's thin shoulder, unconscious and breathing shallowly.

Qi Chu: "..."

Xiao Minghe was startled: "With this amount of alcohol, is he still drunk?"

Meng Mingchao put away the half jar of residual wine that Fang picked up, and said calmly, "I'll take senior brother down to rest."

After a long commotion, the people dispersed, and Meng Mingchao walked back to the house calmly with a senior brother hanging on his thin body, a big hairball hanging on his leg, and a small hairball lying on his head.

The next morning, Fang Shiyi woke up in a daze, with a feeling that the world was upside down, the sun and the moon were turned upside down, and he was dizzy, as if he had been torn apart.

He stared blankly at the familiar roof for a while, not knowing whether he was still on the road of eliminating demons or evil, or had already returned to Shanhaimen.

Until a cool breeze blew in the ear, the young man's smiling voice sounded: "Brother, I'm late for class, and I haven't written the thesis. Mr. Yi will be punished for copying the book again."

Fang picked up the lost three souls and seven souls in an instant, and turned his head to see that Meng Ming was lying on his side with his hair loose, his head propped up, his face was like jade, and he was full of smiles.

"..." Fang Shiyi didn't know why, and subconsciously closed his collar, hissed, shook his head and got up, "Little brat, have you learned how to entertain senior brother?"

Meng Mingchao sat up cross-legged, handed him a comb, jumped off the bed over him, and the scent of herbs mixed with grass and woods passed over his nose.He sat on the bed and leaned his head closer: "Brother, tie your hair."

"I'm proficient in handling me." Fang Shiyi said lazily, his long eyelashes drooping, he was thinking about something, and his mind was full of thoughts.

After combing the ancestor's hair, Fang Shiyi was too lazy to tidy himself up, changed his robe, and saw Meng Mingchao running towards him with the small wooden sword in his arms: "Brother, are you going to practice sword?"

Fang Shiyi rubbed his temples: "Why are you still using this wooden sword? I couldn't find it in Sword Hill?"

"Only use the ones given by Senior Brother." If Meng Mingchao had a tail like Eggy, he would probably be dangling happily up and down.

Fang Shiyi didn't agree first, and led Meng Mingchao out of the yard, and asked the Taoist boy who was guarding at the foot of the peak: "Has Master returned yet?"

Xiao Daotong shook his head: "There is no news from Master Jian."

Fang Shiyi nodded, ordered a Cultivation of Immortals tabloid, and read it as he walked.

"Wen Xiuyue fought against the twelve demon generals alone, sweeping away thousands of troops..."

"The evil cultivator of the monster clan was terrified and disappeared after hearing the news."

"Fang Shaoxia went back to the mountain and received five carts of Fang Fei. Among the thousands of flowers, the fairy next door blushed."

……

Fang Shiyi said dumbly: "How come it feels like it's my turn to speak differently."

Meng Mingchao followed him step by step, sourly: "Are you talking about that 'Senior Sister Xue', senior brother? Senior brother has appeared frequently in the past few years, and every time he appears, he will bring someone else's name..."

"Hey, kid, that's still your Senior Sister Xue." Fang Shiyi casually threw the tabloid to Meng Mingchao, "The fellow daoist who runs the newspaper is not kind, so I'll write nonsense in my turn, so ignore him."

He was thinking about something alone - that day in the big formation of the Yaozu, Wen Xiuyue came to rescue them, and he was very familiar with the temperament of the master, that is, "If people don't attack me, I won't attack others. If people attack me, I will Just kill."

But the black-robed man hurt him and Meng Mingchao, but Wen Xiuyue only took a few steps forward, shouted him back, and didn't make a move.

This is inconsistent with Master's usual style of doing things.

He belatedly remembered that at that time the man in black had said, "Sect Master, why bother to struggle".

At that time, he was all concerned about Meng Mingchao, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Now it seems that his master was injured during the fight with the Twelve Demon Generals?

Then the master is now in the Medicine Sect, or in the Jinguang Temple.

Fang Shiyi thought about it silently, but there was a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart.

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