wait until the fireworks cool off

One or two cups, but it was Tang Er just now who didn't have many chances to come up, so he was fined more than ten cups, causing everyone to boo from time to time.

"Uncle, is that Miao Ning Yuanjun interested in Uncle?" Sheng Xiaomo held half a fruit in her mouth, looked at everyone who seemed to be slightly drunk, turned her head and asked Qing Yu with a smirk.

"Amerxiu wants to talk nonsense." Qing Yu blushed, and knocked Sheng Xiaomo's head lightly and hard.

"Oh, Master, don't hit me!" Sheng Xiaomo exaggeratedly rubbed her head, and continued to yell: "I won't tell Master and them..."

However, Qing Yu restrained his expression, and said seriously: "I have known Ning Yu for many years, but I have never intended a relationship between a man and a woman, so don't talk nonsense."

Sheng Xiao pursed her lips tactfully, and said in a daze, "I finally know what Uncle Shi's 'casual words' mean..."

"Huh?" Qing Yu didn't understand.

Sheng Xiaomo smiled slyly, leaned into Qing Yu's ear, and whispered a few words.

"Female, human, true, troublesome, troublesome."

shadow

"Nephew Mo, why are you here alone?" Sheng Xiaomo was playing with the silver flute in his hand under a tree, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Miaoning Yuanjun," Sheng Xiaomo hurriedly put away the flute, and bowed: "Uncle Master is too drunk, he said he wants to take a nap in the guest room, the disciple is afraid of disturbing him, so he came out to have a look around."

"You're still sensible," Miao Ning Yuanjun smiled happily, "What were you playing just now? It looks amazing."

"Oh, it's this one," Sheng Xiaomo proudly took out the silver flute, and twirled it in his hand.

Miaoning Yuanjun was quite surprised: "This...is your weapon?"

Sheng Xiao nodded silently.

"Since your master is Master Yan Dao, why do you know how to use flute as a weapon?" Miao Ning Yuanjun was a little curious, isn't Master Yan Dao's magic weapon Juanyun Fuchen?

"My uncle gave it to me." Sheng Xiaomo scratched his head embarrassingly. "Master is the head of Changliu. He has a lot of business and doesn't have much time to teach me. I have been practicing with my uncle, and my master agreed."

"So that's how it is..." Miao Ning Yuanjun was thoughtful, no wonder Qing Yu even brought this child to the birthday banquet, the aura eyes, the way he smiled, looked more like that child...

"Aunt Yu, what is this? It's delicious."

"This is wild fruit, but it's only available in Shuiyue Valley. If Yun'er likes it, why not just stay with Aunt Yu and don't go back for a long stay, okay?"

"Then how can I do that? I still have to practice with Master. When Master goes back, I will naturally go back."

"Okay, heartless boy, Aunt Bai has treated you so well..."

"Aunt Yu, don't be angry, Master and I just come to see you from time to time..."

"Hmph, the brat will always say nice things! That's a deal, dare you try to scare me?"

"How dare I..."

She stared at Sheng Xiao silently for a long while, trembling in her heart, she couldn't help saying: "Your uncle must have treated you very well, and I hope you will study hard and act cautiously, don't go astray and make your uncle sad again. "

Sheng Xiaomo was a little stunned, what is "again"?He has never disappointed his uncle.

Thinking of this, he said honestly: "Uncle Shi is the person who treats me best in this world, I will definitely not dare to make him sad."

Miao Ning Yuanjun sighed lightly: "You children, you always talk a lot at this time, but you will have the ability in the future, and your wings will become stiff, so don't forget what you said today."

Sheng Xiaomo was a little dazed by her sudden beating, although he was young, he could hear the mystery behind the words, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart, so he boldly said: "Yuan Jun, what this disciple says is sincere. But everything in the future has its own determinants, and people at the moment have no way of judging. No matter what the future holds for the disciple, it will not affect the sincerity of the disciple's words at the moment." After speaking, a pair of piercing eyes turned stubborn.

Miaoning Yuanjun was stunned.

Yes, how can we judge what is said in the future?If there is something permanent and impermanent, wouldn’t it be delusional?

She is not as clear as a child.

Miaoning Yuanjun hesitated for a long time, there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes, and he said in his heart: "Nephew Mo, do you know that your uncle once took in an apprentice named Ying Yun?"

Sheng Xiaomo opened his eyes wide: "Disciple...don't know."

"That child has excellent talent, is born with a good-looking talent, is smart and funny, and has a smile similar to yours, and also has a joking personality. If it is today, maybe you can still become friends."

"That senior... is very similar to me?" Sheng Xiaomo heard that there was such a senior, but he became curious: "Then where is he? I follow my senior in the Palace of Ecstasy every day, but I have never seen him before." he."

"That child..." Yuanjun Miaoning shook his head regretfully, "He has been dead for a hundred years."

"Passed away..." Sheng Xiaomo flinched inwardly.

"That senior brother had a bright future. If he lived to this day, he would be the elder of Jiuge at worst. It's a pity that he made a big mistake and almost expelled your senior uncle from the sect. After the demon god battle, he was wiped out..."

"Ah?" Sheng Xiaomo was startled.He never knew that there was such a past event before Qing Yu, for some reason, a chill rose in his heart.

"Brother, what did he do?" How serious is it that someone as gentle as uncle expelled his apprentice from the school?

Miaoning Yuanjun shook his head lightly: "I don't know the details, but telling your uncle to be so ruthless is definitely not a trivial matter."

Sheng Xiao was silent for a while.

"Nephew Mo, you and I met for the first time. I'm an elder. I shouldn't have told you these old things. You are young, and there is a certain number of things that can be said about the future. How can you judge such clear words now? An enlightened person," Miao Ning Yuanjun's eyes are gentle, but she has vicissitudes that don't match her beautiful face: "It's just that people have lived for hundreds of years, and after seeing the impermanence of this world, they want to follow the boundless , a delusion arose."

"Yuanjun..."

Miaoning Yuanjun smiled broadly, took out a tooth-white fringed tassel from his sleeve, and spread it in the palm of his hand: "This is Jiugong tassel, and it was originally with your He Lingxiao. When your uncle got this treasure, I snatched it to play, and accidentally tore Xiao Sui off, and never gave it back to him," she blushed.

"Ah? So this flute is called Heling Xiao?" Sheng Xiaomo took the silver flute in his hand, and Mr. Miao Ning Yuan helped him tie the tassels on. The two things intertwined with light, making them even more radiant.

"You don't even know the name of your own weapon?" Miao Ning Yuanjun had a disbelieving expression.

"Master uncle never told me," Sheng Xiaomo said honestly, "he only said that this is a high-grade flute..."

Miaoning Yuanjun just smiled, and there was a look of relief in his eyes.

"Master Uncle—" Seeing Qing Yu coming out, Sheng Xiaomo ran away and threw his head into his arms, and showed him the flute in his hand as if offering a treasure: "Miao Ning Yuanjun gave it to him."

Qing Yu firmly caught his bear hug, saw the tassels tied on the flute, smiled and said: "Is she finally willing to return it to you?"

"Yes," Sheng Xiao said sincerely, "Uncle Shi, is this Xiao really called He Ling Xiao?"

Qing Yu nodded.

Sheng Xiaomo watched him smile modestly, and Yuanjun Miaoning's words suddenly flashed into his mind.

"Uncle Master," he had a hesitant look in his eyes, he knew he shouldn't ask, but he still couldn't help the confusion in his heart, and finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Uncle Master... did you ever take in a disciple?"

Qing Yu's eyes were startled, he was stunned for a while, and then slowly said: "Miaoning Yuanjun told you?"

Sheng Xiaomo bit her lips, and said carefully: "Miao Ning Yuanjun said that I look like him. She said that senior brother did something wrong and was almost expelled from the school by senior uncle, so I don't want to make mistakes in the future, and call the teacher again." Uncle is sad."

Qing Yu lowered his eyes, did not answer, but sighed.

"Uncle, don't be angry, I'm not a senior brother, I will never do it." Sheng Xiaomo looked at Qing Yu's gloomy eyes and said urgently.

"Amo, the uncle is not angry, you didn't do anything wrong, and it's not that senior brother's fault..." Qing Yu smiled as if to comfort him, but Sheng Xiaomo's heart was pierced by that smile, "Yes Uncle's fault..."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away silently. Sheng Xiaomo stared at his back, suddenly feeling infinitely far away.

Time flies, spring and autumn come, and two years have passed in a blink of an eye.

In a wide valley on the side peak of Changliu Mountain, two groups of male disciples held their swords in the air.In front of the cliffs on both sides, there are two round bamboo frames one foot square.A group of male and female disciples watched the battle excitedly on a small hill below.

This is the "Flying Cuju Battle" that has become very popular in Changliu recently. It evolved from the cuju dance in the world.I don't know who was the first to spread it to the Xianmen. Compared with mortals who can only compete on the ground, the disciples of the Xianmen prefer to play with Yujian in mid-air.Because this game is highly competitive and dangerous, it requires high physical dexterity and sword control skills, so it is very popular among young male disciples who stay for a long time.

The 15-year-old Sheng Xiaomo stepped on the sword and stood at the front of one of the teams, showing a heroic spirit.However, in two years, he was no longer the little kid he was back then. He grew up like a branch, and the face of the little bun that was squeezed into a ball gradually opened up. Always seems to be smiling.He was dressed in blue-gray palace clothes, only his right arm was tied with a blue short silk like his teammates, and the team of disciples standing opposite them had emerald green on their right arm to show the difference.

"Sheng Xiaomo, kick off!" Zhuran Yujian stood guard in front of the bamboo frame and shouted at him.

Sheng Xiaomo turned his head and glanced at him with disdain, and suddenly threw a bright yellow solid suede ball the size of an orange high into the air. When the cloth ball fell to eye level, he jumped up and kicked the cloth ball The ball was kicked more than ten feet high, and people swished Yujian to chase