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After a while, Hong Yuan let him go, got up and walked out, Qian Feng turned her head to look at the figure who was about to hide behind the heavy curtain, and finally found her own voice: "Hong Yuan, where are you going?"

Hongyuan stopped in her tracks and looked back at him, her eyes were calm and calm, only the mole at the corner of her eye was faintly visible due to the backlight, like a crystal teardrop, she opened her red lips lightly, her voice was as ethereal as smoke: "Go Find my master, I have kept him waiting too long."

"Your master..." Qian Feng murmured, through Hong Yuan's eyes, he saw the flames in the sky, the fire was spreading unscrupulously, endlessly, as if it was about to engulf everything in the world.Qian Feng remembered a legend in the Chu Clan. The former sixth elder, that is, Hong Yuan's master, was the only elder who did not die of natural causes since the establishment of the Chu Clan. He died in a fire just to save one person.

Hong Yuan turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

"Xiao Liu, from today onwards, you are the Sixth Elder of Truman, and it is time to go to the mortal world to experience some experience, and find the next successor by the way." After a pause, she continued: "I'm afraid...after you go out, you There's no coming back."

The door opened and closed, and the footsteps faded away until they could no longer be heard.Qian Feng still knelt on the ground without moving a muscle, the sweet smell of Su Hexiang in the air began to cool down gradually with the person's departure, only the crackling lights from time to time reminded him of the passage of time.

After a long time, Qian Feng suddenly felt a little cold, he closed his clothes with stiff fingers, then stood up slowly, and murmured: "Hongyuan, you are playing tricks on me again, I will not believe you! I'm not going anywhere, I'm just here waiting for you to come back."

Because of kneeling for too long, her legs were a little numb, Qian Feng staggered to the door, opened the door only to find that it was already broad daylight, the breeze was blowing, bringing a room of crape myrtle fragrance, robins were jumping around on the treetops, pointy His beak opened and closed, and he sang a melodious cry attentively.In the distant sky, the fish-belly white was gradually turning red, and he knew that it was the harbinger of the rising sun.

Qian Feng sat on the steps in front of the door, looking at the crape myrtle flowers all over the mountains and plains in the distance, he thought that maybe the red kite would come out of the sea of ​​flowers in the next moment, then he knocked on his head and said, "Not bad! My little one!" Six becomes smarter."

The corners of Qian Feng's mouth slowly curled up. This is his home, which almost carries the memories of the first half of his life. The past scenes are like passing clouds, gradually appearing in his mind...

The place where the memory started was a world of ice and snow. He squatted in the cold wind and shivered, but he still refused to let go of the cold and stiff hand buried under the snow. It was his mother. I gave it to him, but I was frozen to death.At that time, Qian Feng's small body couldn't bear the blow of life and death. He stubbornly thought: Instead of leaving him to live alone, it's better to go with his mother and come clean. At least he won't be lonely on the road to Huangquan.

Just when he was lying dying in the snow, a fiery red came into his eyes, the man knelt down and looked down at his little bruised face, slowly stretched out a hand, and said softly: "Follow me!" Go, I will give you a home."

As if bewitched, he slowly let go of his mother's hand and held the hand of fate.

As she promised, Hong Yuan brought him back to Truman and gave him a home. For nearly 200 years, she taught him martial arts and how to behave. Everything he had was given by Hong Yuan.Although Hongyuan loves to bully him who is clumsy, she protects his weaknesses extremely, never letting him suffer from others.

Truman still has seven pairs of masters and apprentices like them.Trumen has always been adhering to the concept of one yin and one yang, and the idea that one day and one month determine the universe. Every elder is a master and a disciple, a man and a woman, passed down from generation to generation, and when the time comes, they will follow the way of heaven. , Kung Fu can reach Mahayana.

The two have been together for many years as teachers and companions, but now Hongyuan leaves him behind.Qian Feng vaguely knew where Hong Yuan had gone, it was the destination of every generation of Tru Clan elders, and he would go there one day.

Although Qian Feng was a bit dumbfounded, he was not stupid, he just couldn't accept such a sudden incident, just like he didn't want to let go of his mother's hand back then, now he still doesn't want to believe that Hong Yuan abandoned him just like that.

However, the sun rose and the moon set, it was dark and dark again, Qian Feng sat there motionless for three days, Hong Yuan still did not come back.He finally believed that Hong Yuan would not come back.

On the morning of the fourth day, Qian Feng got up and went back to the house, and inspected the house where they had lived for more than 100 years. He and Hong Yuan could be seen almost everywhere.

Qian Feng walked slowly, touched the dressing table with his hand, stopped in his footsteps, and mist rose from his eyes. In the past, when the red kite rose up, he would tie up his hair. Hong Yuan's hands will become soft and docile, allowing her slender jade fingers to shuttle through them, and then she deftly pulls them into a bun and secures them with a green jade hairpin.

Going forward, looking at the wind-blown paper on the desk, Qian Feng picked up a sheet and looked at it carefully, and Hong Yuan's crazy handwriting jumped into his eyes: I want to give you red beans, but it doesn't come in spring.

After reading it silently in his heart, Qian Feng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. He remembered that when he first started to read, he couldn't handle the brush well. Hong Yuan scolded him for being stupid while teaching him with her hands, wrapping his slender palms around him. warm little hands.

Coming to the exaggerated big bed, Qian Feng stretched out his hand to caress the brocade quilt on the bed, his touch was cold, and he had already lost the warmth it should have.It seems that those lingering days and nights are just hallucinations.

Raising his hand to lift the curtain against the wall, Siyue was quietly hanging on the wall, the whole body of the piano was dark and shone with cold light.Holding it in his hand and gently rubbing it, this is the reward Hongyuan gave him when he first learned martial arts, and it is also his weapon.

After being stunned for a moment, Qian Feng wrapped Siyue in a cloth, carried it on his back, and finally stepped out of the room.He went out and turned left to the stables, took the burgundy and white-fronted Lingshuang horse named Xiaoliu, rubbed his head against the horse's head lightly, and one person and one horse went to the mortal world facing the morning sun.The life of a person is too lonely, he is afraid of loneliness, so he has to enter the world to find an apprentice to raise him.

The moment he walked out of Trumen, Qian Feng forgot to look back, and the last words that Hong Yuan left him suddenly rang in his ears: "I'm afraid...you will never come back after you go out."

Qian Feng didn't understand, he was just a member of the WTO, he could come back whenever he wanted, and no one could do anything to win him.It took him a long time to understand that Hong Yuan's words were actually a curse, which became a prophecy, telling the doom of his life.