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Fang Suyi is always gentle and clear, like a beam of light breaking through the dark clouds, calm and unhurried, even in a disadvantaged situation, he can still enjoy the hardships.

Meng Mingchao had never seen him like this.

Hiding a vulnerability that I don't want people to find out.

Xiaoyu was silently blocked by spiritual power, he put his arms around Fang Shiyi, and gently stroked his back without asking what's wrong.

After a few breaths, Fang Shiyi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, straightened his waist, patted Meng Mingchao's shoulder with a smile, drew the umbrella to hold it, and dried the clothes for the two of them with spiritual power: "Go back, senior brother will make you something delicious of."

Meng Mingchao nodded obediently, as if feeling cold, he shrank back into Fang Shiyi's arms: "The soup is still warm."

There is also the junior brother who has to guard.

Fang Shiyi took a light breath.

He cannot be weak.

The conversation in Qiu Yuzhong was hidden in the hearts of the master and the apprentice, and neither of them showed any strangeness.Probably influenced by Fang Shiyi's words, Wen Xiuyue didn't retreat immediately, but stayed for a while longer, and even came to live in Lanyue, which he hadn't lived in for a long time, to give advice to his brothers and sisters to practice swords, or to say something casually. Experience in drawing talismans with array refining tools.

In his spare time, he wandered around, drinking a cup of tea with Weng Cheng, chatting with Lu Ting lately, or teasing Xiao Lin who has a bad temper.

Most of the time, Wen Xiuyue would sit under the withered flower tree, holding scrolled bamboo slips, and looking at the words that others could not understand.

He was gentle and kind on the surface, but he had too much killing karma, so he deliberately hid it, and several disciples in the courtyard got close to him, so they naturally ignored the strong evil spirit on the master.As spirit beasts, Dandan and Mingming have an exceptionally keen sense of smell, and when they saw Wen Xiuyue, they blew their fur, and hid themselves in Fang's relic room for a few days, refusing to go out. Seeing that the master had no intention of killing themselves, Then he hesitated and ran out to play.

Wen Xiuyue was preoccupied before, so he didn't pay much attention to the two old residents in the courtyard. He turned his eyes to see the big hairy dumpling and the silly bird who were secretly catching fish, and thoughtfully: "Huh? You're not..."

Eggy carefully brought a lively red carp to Wen Xiuyue's feet.

Wen Xiu couldn't help but laugh: "Forget it, since Xiao Shiyi wants to keep it, let's keep it."

Big Cat breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Xiuyue looked at the group of yellow-haired birds again: "The descendant of the ancient divine bird? It's not been many years since the shell was broken, so I can't tell whether the blood is pure or not."

Mingming straightened his fluttering chest hair to show that he was pure.

The master saw that the two spirit beasts were interesting, and after a few words, he remembered something. He lowered his head and saw that the red carp raised by the third disciple had already died at his feet.

He was also accidentally stepped on.

Wen Xiu calmly withdrew his foot.

Qi Chu, who was sitting by the window reading a book, raised his eyes slightly: "..."

Fang Shiyi saw this situation at the gate of the courtyard, decisively took back the foot that had just stepped into the courtyard, closed the door silently, walked back with Meng Mingchao in his arms, and discussed in a low voice: "I'll kill that big cat when I turn back." Give it to your third senior brother."

Meng Ming squinted his eyes in enjoyment, rubbed into his arms, and nodded, not paying attention at all: "I listen to my brother."

Following those few words, Fang Shiyi had been running towards the library for the past few days, and Meng Mingchao followed silently, like a little tail that couldn't be shaken off.

Fang couldn't find anything, so the two of them simply searched for records about the battle between the big demon and Yungu thousands of years ago.

After the Yungu War from ancient times to the present, all the clans have been weakened for a hundred years, and many things have been annihilated in that battle.The main battlefield of the Yungu War is full of hostility and resentment, which cannot be suppressed. It has been suppressed and blocked by various sects for thousands of years.

Meng Mingchao wondered what Fang Shiyi was doing to find ancient books in this field, even if it was just a few words in a certain book, Fang Shiyi had a thick skin: "Of course it is to write a thesis to scare Mr. Yi."

Meng Mingchao thought of the way Fang Shiyi used to sit by the window writing a thesis, biting his pen, scratching his ear and scratching his cheek, so he gave him a silent glance.

Lies are so perfunctory, I really think him a fool.

Meng Mingchao didn't ask any more questions, the two moved a lot faster together.Fang Shiyi's knowledge of the language of the Yaozu is advancing rapidly, and if there is something he doesn't understand, he goes to Mr. Yi and asks for advice humbly.

Fang Shiyi has been running wild in the Shanhaimen field for more than twenty years, and he has never been so easy to learn. The third time he came here, the old man thought he had been taken away, so he dragged him to the bronze mirror behind the Fuyun Temple to take a look. Seeing that the bastard was still alive and kicking in the mirror, he let go of his suspicions.

This bronze mirror is a magic weapon passed down by Shanhaimen for thousands of years. It has a single supernatural power and can see the body of all things within the five elements.

According to the normal procedure, when Shanhaimen disciples enter the gate, they must straighten their clothes and correct their bodies in front of this mirror.

Only Meng Ming made a mistake and missed the time.

When Fang Shiyi was brought over, Meng Mingchao was uncharacteristically not sticking to it, and kept away from the bronze mirror, with his hands wrapped in his sleeves, looking at the bronze mirror with a slightly cold expression.

After consulting Mr. Yi, the brothers and sisters went to Lanyue Residence again.Meng Mingchao glanced at the ancient books in Fang's hand, put away the bronze mirror and felt unreasonably irritable when he saw the bronze mirror just now, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, next time there is something you don't understand, just ask me."

Fang Shiyi raised his eyebrows: "Do you understand?"

"I learned this quickly," Meng Mingchao bent his eyes, "I can see clearly."

"Blow it?" Fang Shiyi glanced at him suspiciously, "Everyone in the Language Appraisal Pavilion specially established by Xiujie may not be able to understand all the characters of the Yaozu. You can learn it after a few lessons, little beauty?"

The last sound was a joke, Meng Mingchao didn't care, just looked at him and smiled.

Fang Shiyi met Meng Mingchao's beautiful and serious eyes, and touched the tip of his nose uncomfortably: "Okay, since the younger brother is so powerful, I won't offend that old man anymore."

Unexpectedly, the little junior brother is really so powerful.

So Fang Shiyi ran to Zangshu Pavilion more frequently.

Wen Xiuyue noticed his movements and didn't make any noise to interfere.

He knew exactly what Fang Shiyi wanted to do and what he wanted.

On the eve of Wen Xiuyue's retreat, the wind blowing from the north swept across the mountain and brought the first snow. The dead flower tree in the courtyard seemed to be alive and sprouted buds.

The master and the apprentice walked up the Shanhaizhu one by one like they did when they were young, but instead of practicing swords, they turned around and saw the vast South China Sea.

Fang Shiyi's palms were wet with sweat: "Master, I already have some clues, and I will go down the mountain to look for them in a few days."

Wen Xiuyue stood with his hands behind his back, looked for a while at the sea that he had seen thousands of times, nodded, and waved to him.

Fang Shiyi walked up to him, and Wen Xiuyue pointed at his forehead: "I don't know when we will meet next time. Before entering the customs, I have a message for you as a teacher."

He paused for a while, and said in a gentle tone, "To pick up relics, the way of heaven is stingy. Those who want everything will get nothing."

Fang Shiyi's heart contracted for no reason, his body shook, he raised his head and looked at Wen Xiuyue, those gentle eyes were as deep and peaceful as ever, and the still water flowed deep.

He was at a loss for a moment, then shook his head firmly, refuting Master's statement for the first time.

Wen Xiu smiled more, didn't say too much about this sentence, and changed the subject: "This time going down the mountain is different from the last time, remember to be careful in everything."

Fang Suyi nodded.

Last time, there was a teacher protecting him, and no matter how bad it was, there was still a group of juniors and juniors following him, never alone.

This time down the mountain, he was alone.

But I hope the demons and demons can live in peace for a few years... Fang Suyi is not sure how long it will take to find the antidote.

As soon as Wen Xiuyue retreated, Fang Suyi started to prepare to go down the mountain.

He showed no signs of change, and the other two people in the yard didn't seem to notice it. Even Meng Mingchao, who lived with him, watched everything calmly and didn't make a sound.

Fang Shiyi tugged at Mingming's hair, feeling a little relieved: "Xiao Mingchao has also grown up, and knows how to understand me."

Ming Ming stared at his black bean eyes, and gave him a mocking look: What a fart to be considerate.

On the seventh day of Wen Xiuyue's retreat, Fang Shiyi copied all the useful information he collected by hand and sorted it out. He put the Wangshu Sword on his back, left the sound transmission talisman, and was about to leave.

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard gate, he saw Meng Mingchao sitting on the bluestone next to the long steps, wearing a pair of light boots, dangling his slender legs, carrying a sword listening to the wind, wrapped in a thick cloak, looking at the deep mountains below the mountain. Shades of hazy colour.Hearing the sound, he turned his head and showed a bright smile: "Senior brother is so slow."

Fang Suyi: "..."

Fang Shiyi looked in the direction of the yard in disbelief, thinking of the figure on the bed when he left lightly just now, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: How could this child's tricks trick him?

Holding the small hand stove, Meng Mingchao stood up unhurriedly, and asked, "Senior brother wants to leave me again?"

Not waiting for Fang Shiyi to reply, he said again: "If you don't bring me, I'm afraid you have to bring all the juniors with you."

Fang picked up the words and swallowed them back, feeling bored: This unlucky boy has actually learned to threaten others.

No wonder that idiot's eyes were full of contempt when he spoke, so considerate!

Meng Ming was confident in his chest, and he wanted to speak again, but his head was hit, and his face was full of complacency, he rubbed his head aggrievedly, and as soon as he vented his anger, he began to act like a spoiled child: "Brother, take me, I will never give you any trouble." trouble……"

Fang Shiyi pinched his face angrily: "What nonsense, let's go."

Meng Mingchao was stunned for a moment before he realized it. He didn't expect him to agree so easily. He rushed over happily, held his hand stickily, and walked down the mountain together, calling "senior brother" several times in a row.

Fang Shiyi patted his furry head, looked up at the direction of Lanyueju, and vaguely saw two vague shadows standing on the roof, standing in the wind and snow, watching him and Meng Mingchao leave.

He paused, waved his hand in that direction, picked up Meng Mingchao, raised his sword, and rushed straight down.

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