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With a secret anxiety in his heart, Fang Shiyi returned to the days of practicing swords and meditating with his junior half leisurely and half tense.

By the way, I found a sword for Meng Mingchao, and sent the last altar of "One River of Spring Water" to Mr. Cen to thank the old man for taking care of Meng Mingchao during his absence.

I haven't seen him for a few years, but old man Cen is still in good spirits, guarding his one-acre three-point land, whoever will come.Seeing this pair of senior brothers coming, he immediately lowered his old face, the boss was not happy: "What are you guys doing here?"

Before Fang Shiyi could speak, the old man glared at Meng Mingchao who was standing quietly behind him: "Every time your child comes, my rattan will tie a knot once! Isn't it just picking your pants once, what a shame!"

Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows and turned to look at his younger brother.

The little junior returned him with a harmless expression, his innocent eyes were as clear as glass washed with water, not to mention how clean they were.

Fang Shiyi turned sideways, blocking the junior brother: "Junior brother said he didn't do anything."

Old man Cen gave him a rolled-up look, and kicked him over, "Get lost!"

Seeing that Fang Shiyi was obedient and really about to leave, he quickly shouted: "Leave the wine!"

Fang Shiyi threw the wine jar over, and rolled away with his junior brother.

It's a pity that within half a month of the good day, Mr. Yi notified that it was time to start the morning class--a special make-up class for the disciples who had been away for a few years and missed the class.

Fang Shiyi lost his mind, depressed, lying down and pretending to be dead: "I killed the demon clan, killed the evil cultivators, and returned home after hard work, why should I suffer this crime!"

Seeing his listless look, Xiao Minghe also rolled his eyes: "Fang Shiyi, are you ashamed of losing yourself? Do you understand what it means to lead by example?"

On the first day of the new class, Mr. Yi sat at the head with a stern face. Seeing that Fang Shiyi was being dragged here by Qi Chu and Meng Mingchao, he hated iron for being weak: "Shut up your bad face!"

Fang Shiyi slowly climbed to the last row and sat down. He looked down at the graffiti he had drawn on the table when he was bored when he was a teenager. A smile appeared in the corner of his eyes. Thinking of something, I turned my head and saw that the low table next to it had been demolished.

Meng Mingchao sat at the low table next to him when he was a child. He dozed off while listening to lectures, while Meng Mingchao practiced calligraphy and read books.

The younger brothers and sisters from other peaks came to take a peek out of curiosity. He was worried that Meng Ming would be afraid, so he packed them all up and ran away when he mentioned the children after class.

Now Meng Mingchao has sat in front of him.

Sitting upright, his back was thin and straight, the Fuyun Pavilion was leaking, and a bit of cold wind came in, so he couldn't help bending down slightly, clenched his fists to his lips and coughed lightly.

Can't tell whether it's regret or something, Fang Shiyi lay on the table and stared at Meng Mingchao's back for a while, then stretched out his fingers and poked: "Xiao Mingchao."

Meng Mingchao turned his head quietly.

Fang picked up the lost things and gathered his voice into a thread: "Stay in the way, brother, sleep for a while."

Meng Mingchao: "..."

Meng Ming was silent, his back straightened even more.

Fang Shiyi squinted his eyes, curled the corners of his mouth, pressed his index finger on his lips, and chanted a mantra in a low voice. The invisible barrier wrapped Meng Mingchao in, and the hair and robe that were originally fluttering in the wind stood still.

It's still useful when the child grows up.

He thought, lying on the table with confidence and closing his eyes.

It took another half a month for Wen Xiuyue to come back.

The Ziying in the courtyard has fallen all over the courtyard, Fang Shiyi still hasn't found a good sword for Meng Mingchao, Xiao Minghe is obsessed in the library, and Qi Chu goes to the back mountain to practice sword alone.

The two brothers were discussing what to eat tonight, and when they opened the courtyard door, they saw Wen Xiuyue sitting under the withered flower tree, with three cups of steaming tea served on the stone table.

When Wen Xiuyue was in front of outsiders, he was a sharp knife out of its sheath. Although the sharpness had been restrained, people still dare not ignore it or get close to it.When I was in front of my disciples, I took off one layer of skin and put on another layer—one that belonged to the master and the elders, gentle and kind, but also strict.

For some reason, the moment Fang Shiyi saw Master, his heart skipped a beat.

It was clear that Wen Xiuyue was no different from the usual days, but he felt that Wen Xiuyue was like the dead tree behind him... as if it was about to wither.

Fang Shiyi felt a slight chill in his heart, and comforted himself in a flash: this tree is full of vitality, and it will only wither for these two months, and when the winter snow falls, it will bloom again.

Master is unparalleled in the world, how could something happen.

Wen Xiu raised his eyebrows and looked over: "Xiao Shiyi, what are you doing there?"

Fang Shiyi smiled, walked slowly under the tree, and sat opposite him: "Master, didn't you go first, why did you come back?"

"Being away for years, I visited a few old friends, and bothered me for a few more days." Wen Xiuyue has never married a Taoist couple in his life, and has no heirs. He treats Fang Shiyi like his own son. After finishing speaking casually, his eyes fell on the person standing behind Fang Shiyi. Meng Mingchao.

The clear and cold young man was holding Mao Tuanzi in his arms, his jet-black hair made his face look like ice and snow, and his eyes were light, adding a bit of coldness.

He looked at it, but his gentle brows were stained with a smile: "Ming Chao, sit down too. I'm not competent as a teacher. When I accepted you, I only passed the sound transmission talisman to Cheng'er, and then I threw you to another teacher." Children's finds."

Meng Mingchao let go of his balls that had stiffened when he saw Wen Xiuyue, and sat down as he said. He saw Fang Shiyi looking at him from the corner of the eye, and then smiled indifferently: "Master is for the world, and senior brother takes good care of you." I don't have to blame myself."

Wen Xiuyue nodded the light blue teacup in front of him: "Why don't you make up for this cup of apprentice tea today."

Meng Mingchao paused, rolled his eyes, and bumped into Wen Xiuyue, like a silent confrontation.Fang Shiyi was drinking tea with his head down. He drank his favorite snow buds from Tianze Mountain. He felt a little better. He thought about what to do. He didn't hear Meng Mingchao's answer for a long time, so he raised his head wonderingly: "What's wrong?"

The silent confrontation, like spring breeze turning into rain, also disappeared quickly, without revealing any clues.

With a faint smile on his face, Wen Xiuyue looked at Meng Mingchao leisurely.

Meng Mingchao rolled his eyes at Fang Suiyi helplessly, thinking: This is the person my senior respects the most.

With this thought settled, he stood up, picked up the teacup on the stone table, raised his eyebrows, and bowed to Wen Xiuyue with the cup of tea.

Fang Shiyi looked at this and then at that, and always felt that the atmosphere of the master and apprentice who had finally met formally was a bit strange.

A simple apprentice ceremony passed by in a hurry. Wen Xiuyue drank the tea, took out the sword he had prepared, and handed it to Meng Mingchao: "Since you respect me for the tea, I will give you the sword."

Fang Shiyi had a headache for a long time, his eyes lit up when he saw this: "Ming Chao, try it!"

Meng Mingchao had no choice but to take it, and the moment he touched the sword, a ray of surprise flashed across his eyes.He pondered for a while, and the sword was unsheathed, and the sword was bright.

Wen Xiuyue said slowly: "The name of this place is 'Tingfeng'. It is made of the leftover iron from the South China Sea that was found after casting the sword, plus a few scales from the demon king's body."

The big demon is the demon king.

Fang Shiyi couldn't help leaning over to take a look: "That's amazing, can Xiao Mingchao hold on?"

The demon king is full of poison and treasure, but not everyone can afford it, so he is a little worried.

The corners of Meng Mingchao's eyes were clouded, and the moment he held the sword, a residual sense of familiarity swept over his heart. He quickly put away that look, and gently wiped the cold blade with his slender fingertips.

Seeing that Fang Shiyi approached curiously, he couldn't stop stretching out his hand to touch it. He immediately put his sword back into its sheath, and then dared to let Fang Shiyi touch it, and then smiled: "Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome." Wen Xiuyue leaned forward and stood up, "I'm picking up things, I'm going to retreat in a few days, you can continue to look at the juniors."

The uneasiness in my heart was like a vicious flame, which jumped up several feet and licked my heart.

The sword with the rumored scales of the big demon was thrown behind his head, and Fang Shiyi frowned subconsciously: "Just came back and retreated?"

There was a moment of silence, and before Wen Xiuyue left, Fang Shiyi took a light breath: "Master, I have practiced the "Shan Hai Jian Jue" to the tenth level, and there are some parts that I don't understand. Please give me some pointers before retreating."

"Okay." Wen Xiuyue nodded happily.

"Let's go to Shanhaizhu now." Fang Shiyi smiled slightly, pressed down on Meng Mingchao who wanted to stick to him, and coaxed him, "I'm just sweating and blowing the cool breeze, go take a bath and change clothes, and then take the fish you caught yesterday. After making the soup, I will go with Master and I will be back soon."

Meng Mingchao nodded reluctantly, picked up Eggy, and gently plucked it.

A big cat dares to be angry but not to meow.

Fang Shiyi followed Wen Xiuyue up the familiar long bluestone steps.

When he was a child, he always felt that the road was very long, as if there was no end in sight. After practicing the sword, he was exhausted, his legs were sore, and he was sweating profusely. Sometimes he would complain in his heart that Wen Xiuyue was too strict and always walked ahead. , refused to look back at him.

The only time he came back from Shanhaizhu was because he practiced the sword too quickly and hurt himself, so he was reprimanded. When he came back, Xiao Minghe followed him, and he felt a little ashamed to be carried.

When I looked up at that time, I could see Master's reassuring back. He would always produce a lot of strength and gritted his teeth to walk this road to the end.

But as we walked, winter and autumn came, and the road seemed to be getting shorter.

From looking up to looking up, he was able to stand side by side with Wen Xiuyue.

Fang Shiyi held his sword tightly in silence, and walked half a step behind Wen Xiuyue.

The two of them shrunk to an inch, no more leisurely than usual, and soon arrived at Shanhaizhu. The green pines in front of them were like a cover, and there were countless sword marks on the exposed rocks.

Wen Xiuyue looked at him sideways: "Xiao Suyi, don't you usually talk a lot, why are you so quiet today? I'm not used to it as a teacher."

Fang Shiyi has been talking a lot since he was a child, and as long as he has one breath left, he can mutter non-stop. Wen Xiu is more peaceful, and often quarreled with him until his face becomes numb and he suffers from headaches. He even admires the old beggar he has never met.

Hearing what Master said, Fang Shiyi squeezed out a smile: "Master, I just want to..."

"Thinking about what?"

Fang Shiyi shook his head again, went to the place where he usually practiced swords, and stared at the saber on Wen Xiuyue's waist.

But Wen Xiuyue didn't let go of his misfortune, he just leisurely stood under a pine tree, with a gentle smile: "I'll see if I practice it again, what don't I understand?"

Fang Shiyi pulled out his sword obediently, and practiced the tenth step carefully.

Wen Xiuyue said softly: "You are the most aura in my sect, Minghe is impetuous, Qi Chu is too rigid, why did you learn from them two today, the sword intent is superficial, and the sword style is old-fashioned?"

Fang Shiyi raised his heavy eyebrows: "Because in the past no matter what, Master would draw out his sword, fight with me, and tell me what I should do in actual combat."

Instead of asking him to walk through it, award it verbally.

Why did Wen Xiuyue stop using the sword since the last reunion?

As Fang Shiyi's words fell, the smile that had always existed on Wen Xiuyue's face gradually disappeared. Looking at Fang Shiyi, there was a little bit of apology and relief in his eyes for some reason.

"Xiao Shiyi has grown up." The wind seemed to choke him, he coughed a few times, raised his sleeve to cover his lips, when he put down his hands, the corners of his lips were stained with blood, his voice was hoarse, "I can't hide it from you."