Castle Peak with rain

How the days pass, in a place that is not affected by the outside climate all year round.

Huang Zihong began to ask Gao Yunxi about Mingjiao in the Western Regions.

Mingjiao's geographical location, environment, climate, scenery and so on.

In short, Gao Yunli can know everything and say everything.

Rather than saying that Gao Yunxi would drink with Huang Zihong, it is better to say that he often does so.

Huang Ziyun drinks the wine as usual, and takes the medicinal soup as usual.

As for what would happen to him if he continued like this, he didn't have the extra energy to take care of it.

Huang Zihong didn't want to go anywhere at first, but now he has to take medicine soup every day, but it's inconvenient to go anywhere.

Since it is the Western Regions, it is natural to go out of Yumen Pass.

There was a poem by Cen Shen of the Dang Dynasty, "Wanli of yellow sand with paraquat", which described the scene of Yumen Pass.

When Gao Yunli came to the Central Plains from Mingjiao, after entering Yumen Pass, there was Longmen Desert.

He met Zhu Yiji, a disciple of Changge at the Longmen Inn, who gave him his current name in the Central Plains.

Even if it is not hit-a-piece, the two have a very happy chat.

Each left a distinct and deep impression on the other.

Zhu Yiji also instructed Gao Yun how to get from Longmen Desert to Chang'an.

He also told him some things about the various sects and sects of the Central Plains martial arts.

Gao Yunli told Huang Zihong that the place where the main altar of Mingjiao is located is called "Holy Tomb Mountain".

It is divided into upper, middle and lower floors.

The lower floor is where he and his fellow disciples live and practice martial arts.

There is a huge statue of Ming Zun in the middle layer.

The upper floor is the holy temple where the holy fire lamp is always bright, where the leader Lu Weilou and the saint Lu Yan'er live.

In addition, the most famous ones are probably the Sanshengshu and Yingyue Lake.

Because those are indeed the two most beautiful places in Mingjiao.

Among them, the three-living tree is more widely known.

People often come from all over the world just to see the Sansheng tree.

Huang Zihong couldn't help being curious.

"That tree, is it really that beautiful?"

Gao Yun said: "It's a beautiful tree, but there are too many people going there, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't stand the hustle and bustle. I occasionally go to see it in the middle of the night when there is no one around. Quiet, I like it better, and I think it likes it better too."

Huang Zihong drank the wine and fell silent for a moment.

Probably imagining the scene Gao Yunli said.

Then he asked, "What about Yingyue Lake?"

Gao Yun said while thinking about it: "It is a very clear lake. There is a small island in the lake. There is a slanting tree growing on the island. I once met an old Taoist priest sitting on the tree. Later, I heard from my fellow disciples that it was Lu Dongbin, the son of Chunyang, a Taoist priest of Shanshi in Chunyang Palace."

Hearing this, Huang Zihong's expression moved slightly, quite surprised.

"At night, when the bright moon hangs over the top of the mountain, there will be a reflection of the moon in the sparkling water of the lake. The lake light and the moonlight complement each other, which is also very beautiful."

Gao Yunli turned his head as he spoke, his eyes were like a deep lake, reflecting the bright moonlight in his heart, that pale and clear flower.

Gao Yunli really wanted to see the beauty of the world with Huang Zihong.

He firmly believed that time would eventually come.

He will be there for their future and forever.

This is his happiness.

It's very simple for him, but Gao Yunli doesn't know that waiting and accompanying him until the future and forever is the most difficult test in the world for many people.

For two people who are connected, as long as they are with each other, no matter where they go, it will create a happy experience.

So Zhang Junran and Zhu Yiji started their trip to the Tang Dynasty in the world of the two of them naturally.

Still thinking about Yao Haixu's life and death, waiting for news from Yinyuanhui.

It's just that now, when she's sad, being accompanied by someone she loves gives Zhu Yiji courage and strength.

The courage and strength to wait, the courage and strength to persevere, and the courage and strength to face any result.

Zhu Yiji wrote a letter home and sent it back.

The general idea is that I am not in Changgemen recently, but everything is fine, please take care of your parents and elders.

When writing the letter, Zhang Junran was at the side, grinding ink for him, and watching him write every word carefully.

The letter is not long, just a few short and respectful sentences, like a routine business trip.

The family is huge, and there is never a shortage of people who are in charge.

Just because of his father's lineage, Zhu Yiji never had to worry about anything.

What's more, the tree is big and deep, with twisted roots.

The relatives of each branch family are connected with each other, and they depend on each other, so Zhu Yiji, a little son of a concubine, can't worry about anything.

The father has always doted on the mother alone, so as long as the father is there, there should be nothing wrong with the mother.

What's more, my mother was not spoiled and raised. In addition to her impeccable appearance, she also has insight and intelligence that are rare among women in the clan, which is comparable to that of men.

The one to worry about is probably himself.

If the matter between him and Zhang Junran is known by the elders in the clan, if the father alone wants to stop them, I am afraid that the mother will not be able to protect them.

Zhu Yiji and Zhang Junran didn't need to remind them of such things, they couldn't be more clear in their hearts.

That's why we have to break free and escape from the cage of the Zhu family together.

If the Zhu family does not persecute them, they are willing to let them go, which is naturally the best.

It really doesn't help, it depends on human effort, there is always a place where the two of them can live and work together in the ends of the earth.

These are two separate but identical thoughts.

As far as Zhang Junran is concerned, he has made up his mind to stick to Zhu Yiji's side and will never let go of the latter's hand.

As far as Zhu Yiji is concerned, Zhang Junran heard the promise he made to herself before Zhang Junran expressed his heart to him.

Li Bai, the ancestor of the master, wrote a poem called "Xia Ke Xing", in which it says: "Three cups of tea are full of promises, and the five mountains are light."

The master often uses the chivalrous demeanor described in this poem to teach his disciples, and Zhu Yiji has always used it as the goal of his own practice.

In the face of such a chivalrous demeanor, private affairs seem to be worthless.

But for a person whose promise is priceless and more important than the five mountains, how can he live up to his affection?

When the flaming red appeared in front of him surrounded by divine strategies in the heavy rain, Zhu Yiji felt as if he had seen the chivalrous man written in the master's poem.

This may be one of the reasons why he likes him.

Wu hook without frost and snow, white horse with silver saddle.

He has a heroic spirit and is brand-new.

Tang Junyan started to take the rescued young man around Tangmen.

The young man originally planned to go to see Tang Junyan's master Tang Aoxia first.

Tang Junyan said that he was not in a hurry, he had already informed the master, and it would not be too late to see the master when his brother's health improved.

So I took him to Tangjiabao and Tangjiaji first.

The young man bought some ingredients in Tangjiaji, borrowed the stove, and cooked a pot of delicious fried rice.

Whether it smells or looks, it makes people's index fingers move.

Tang Junyan had never seen, let alone eaten, this kind of fried rice.

With his small mouth slightly open, he stared blankly at the man smilingly putting the fried rice in the pot onto the same borrowed plate.

After serving it, it passed by the silly Tang Junyan and put it on a dining table.

He turned around and greeted Tang Junyan with a smile, "Come on, Junyan, try my craft."

Tang Junyan still spontaneously said in a daze: "You really know how to cook."

"of course it's true."

Tang Junyan sat at the dining table, and the man handed over a pair of bamboo chopsticks and urged, "Try it quickly. Our fried rice is very famous there."

The place he was talking about was Yangzhou, and Tang Junyan knew it.

Tang Junyan took the chopsticks, picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

Fresh and delicious, not only the color is beautiful, but the taste is also very good.

The man smiled and asked, "How?"

Tang Junyan nodded hurriedly: "Yeah! It's delicious!" He raised his face and showed him a cute smile, "Brother, it's delicious!"

The man also laughed happily.

"You can eat it if you like."

The voice is gentle and soft, a little lazy. To Tang Junyan's ears, it sounds like cotton candy that is not too sweet, but it is often indescribably comfortable.

Hearing what he said, he responded subconsciously: "I like it."

The man came over, leaned over and put his elbows on the table.

"There are meat and vegetables in it, and it is rich in nutrition. You have to eat more to grow up faster."

Tang Junyan looked at the most beautiful face he had ever seen in his life, and said, "Brother."

The man tilted his head unconsciously and let out a "huh".

"When I grow up."

"When you grow up?"

Tang Junyan looked around, then stood up suddenly, and leaned close to the young man's right ear.

Putting his right hand around his mouth, he paused word by word, and said four words softly but clearly.

The young man was taken aback for a moment, Tang Junyan sat back where he was, and the man laughed out loud.

Tong Yan said nothing, the young man stretched out his hand and touched Tang Junyan's little head, and still said softly: "Little fool, eat quickly."

Tang Junyan asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"I'll eat later."

"No, I want to eat with you." Tang Junyan was stubborn, ran to the stove and put another plate of fried rice in the pot, brought it over with bamboo chopsticks, and said, "It won't be as delicious as it is now gone."

"Okay—" The man kept looking at Tang Junyan, turned his head to watch him run over, and now turned back to help him put the plate of chopsticks on the table.

"It's even more delicious to eat with my brother!" The two ate each other as usual, Tang Junyan said happily and crisply.

"I'll do something else for you later."

Tang Junyan said: "It's good, it's just that you don't get tired."

The man smiled helplessly, "It's not easy to get tired so easily."

A narrow escape, life seems to start from scratch, just started.

This time, God gave him such kindness.

Cover up those scars with the beauty that he never imagined.

The scars he didn't know what to do with.

It even reminded him of his childhood friend.

Thinking of their childhood sweethearts when they met.

"Jun Yan."

At night, he looked at the little boy lying a little distance away from him, and couldn't help calling him.

Tang Junyan's quilt moved, and he pressed the quilt under his chin with his small hands.

"elder brother?"

"Should I come to sleep and sleep with my brother?"

"Yes!" Tang Junyan replied, rolled out of his quilt, and saw that the man lifted the quilt a little, and rolled in.

The two laughed together.

Tang Junyan's small body was gently half-embraced by the man's hand.

"Brother." Tang Junyan called softly, raised his body slightly, and kissed him on the cheek without warning.

This is something that a friend from childhood would never do.

And...the four words that the boy whispered in his ear during the day.

He says--

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"When I grow up."

"When you grow up?"

"I, just, marry, you."

(Ten years later... not! At least not now! End of chapter! Thanks for watching! >o<)