wait until the fireworks cool off

Pick up the remaining branches all over the ground and scatter them into the soil at a high place, where the wisteria grows in clusters.He leaned the branches against the bluestone in the porch, and was about to go to the main hall.

"Master Uncle..." Sheng Xiaomo stood on the spot and watched him finish all these silently. Seeing that he was about to leave, she couldn't help calling him, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything.

Qing Yu stopped, but didn't look back, his back was thin and lonely in Sheng Xiaomo's eyes: "Amo, I'm a little tired, I want to go in and lie down. Go and practice by yourself."

After finishing speaking, he swung open the ice-cracked wooden door to enter, and the wooden door closed gently with a "click".

Sheng Xiao stared blankly at the row of ice cracks, his eyes gradually cracked.For some reason, this scene suddenly felt very familiar to him.On weekdays, Qing Yu was always gentle and rarely treated him harshly, and because of this, Sheng Xiaomo always remembered his occasional abnormal emotions very clearly.

Last time, probably because he asked him that name, but this time...

He suddenly felt chills in his hands and feet.

"Junior Brother Mo, your handwriting is very good," Sheng Xiaomo was copying something on the table in the study room of the Palace of Unrequited Love.Donghua hugged a dozen scrolls to his side, looked at the Xiaoli with the silkworm head and swallow tail in Sheng Xiaomo's painting, and couldn't help admiring it.

"Senior brother, thank you." Sheng Xiaomo blew up a copy of the roster and handed it to Donghua.

"Okay, let's get here today, thanks to you," Donghua took the roll of roster, "If it wasn't for you, I probably wouldn't be able to finish it tomorrow."

"Brother, you are too polite." Sheng Xiao put down his pen in a contemplative manner, and said casually, "The Immortal Sword Conference has so many paperwork, how can master leave it to brother alone?"

Donghua smiled helplessly: "It's not because I have studied the history of the immortals and the history of the Changliu sect, so I know more about these matters." He deliberately snickered mysteriously, and whispered to Sheng Xiaomo: "The documents are easier than the organization of the Immortal Sword Conference Too much, this year you Moyan senior brother and Zihua senior brother have worked hard."

Sheng Xiaomo laughed, and wrote casually: "Senior brother, it's really early for you to come here for a long stay, isn't it?"

Donghua didn't know the meaning of the words, so he said casually, "Yes, almost 400 years ago."

"Brother, can I ask you something?" Sheng Xiaomo carefully looked at Donghua's expression.

"What's the matter?" Donghua was puzzled.

Sheng Xiaomo stood up and walked to the door, looked around, and closed the door after making sure that no one was there.Donghua frowned when he saw this, what is this little junior brother doing, like a thief?

"Senior brother," Sheng Xiaomo sat down next to Donghua, stared at him carefully, and said as if he had accumulated a lot of courage: "About 100 years ago, did Changliu have a disciple who died, called... called Ying?" cloud?"

"Junior Brother Ying Yun?" Donghua's eyes flashed with alertness: "What did you ask him for?"

"Brother, I heard," Sheng Xiaomo tried hard to sound calm enough: "This senior brother used to be my uncle's beloved apprentice, but unfortunately he made a big mistake and almost asked my uncle to be expelled from the school. I am very sorry Curious what this is all about?"

Donghua shook his head, and said in a solemn tone: "Brother Mo, if you ask anything else, it's fine. If you ask about this, brother really can't tell you. If Master finds out, both of us will be punished."

"I'm not afraid of being punished. Someone once told me that I look like him, and I felt very unhappy. Whether he murdered and set fire, or heinously heinous, I just want to find out." Sheng Xiaomo was a little stubborn.

"Junior Brother Mo, it's better not to ask," Donghua hesitated, "It's not that senior brother didn't tell you, this matter is really a taboo for a long time."

Seeing him like this, Sheng Xiaomo didn't want to force her, so she calmed down and said: "Brother, if it's difficult, forget it, I'll find other ways to find out." After speaking, he was about to get up.

"Come back to me!" Donghua shouted suddenly, grabbed his sleeve and almost brought him to the ground.

"You must not inquire about it yourself. This matter is about keeping your reputation. It was finally calmed down back then. Don't find out again..." Donghua's tone was a little anxious: "It's a small thing to be punished by the master. If you spread the word Going out may bring disaster to Changliu!"

"A catastrophe? What is it... so serious?" Sheng Xiaomo looked at Donghua's face as if he was facing a big enemy, a little in disbelief.

Donghua sighed, as if he had made a big decision: "Forget it, I've talked about this, I'll tell you, but you must not mention this to anyone, even Zhuran You can’t say it. Otherwise, you might kill Uncle Qingyu, do you know that?”

Sheng Xiaomo nodded nervously: "I promise not to say."

"Very few people know about this matter, only Master, I, and the elders of Jiuge know about it, not even Mo Yan and Zi Hua... Junior Brother Ying Yun is the first apprentice that Master Qing Yu accepts , and the only apprentice. He was only eight or nine years old when Master Uncle Qing Yu brought him back. Ying Yun was originally a farm boy. He heard that his whole family was framed and ruined. Bring him back and take him as an apprentice. He has a good talent and is very hardworking. Back then, in the Fairy Sword Conference, only Zihua could barely draw with him. The others are no opponents. If he lives to this day, he must be the mainstay of Changliu ..." Donghua's tone was a little regretful, "Ying Yun was 16 years old and followed his disciples down the mountain to practice, and happened to pass by his hometown. No one thought that he quietly avoided the crowd and killed the two enemies who framed his family back then... ..."

Sheng Xiaomo was shocked.

"He killed someone but didn't run away. He was soon caught by his fellow disciples and escorted back to Changliu. According to Changliu's rules, this crime should be punished with death. Unexpectedly, Master Qingyu tried his best to protect him and asked for a lighter punishment. For this reason, he almost fought with the chief elder Zhengde of the Discipline Pavilion. In the end, Ying Yun was spared, and he was sentenced to one hundred rods, 30 years in Changliu Mountain, and [-] years in Heaven Prison for Master Qing Yu because of his ineffective teaching.”

"Heavenly Prison?" Sheng Xiaomo's heart twitched.Changliu Mountain Heavenly Prison is full of fire during the day, and freezes three feet in the middle of the night. If you don't have a certain level of cultivation, it is not surprising to die in it.

"Later, when the 30-year period expired, Ying Yun was released, and he was tortured beyond recognition. Uncle Qingyu couldn't bear it, so he took him back to the Palace of Ecstasy to take care of him. It would have been fine if this was the case, but who Zhiyingyun, he..." Donghua paused, as if he was considering a suitable word, "...he actually fell in love with his master, and developed a heart of disobedience..."

Sheng Xiao was stunned, as if a thunderbolt rang in his head.

Donghua shook his head with some regret: "Uncle Qingyu was furious when he found out, and expelled him from the sect in a fit of anger. Junior brother Ying Yun was very stubborn, and knelt outside the Hall of Ecstasy for three days and three nights, but Uncle Qingyu still didn't Soft-hearted. However, for some reason, Changliu soon got rumors that the two of them were having an affair, that's why Senior Uncle Qingyu desperately protected him..."

Sheng Xiaomo's eyes froze.

"In fact, anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is a non-existent thing," Donghua said calmly, "Uncle Qingyu, Guangfeng Jiyue, was very prestigious in Changliu back then. The big faction has a complex and intertwined internal relationship, if others want to use this matter to make a fuss, it will be a fatal blow to him and even the entire Changliu!"

"Because it's about Changliu's reputation, Elder Zhengde insisted on a thorough investigation. The master cared about his uncle and kept procrastinating... Later, the demon god suddenly attacked Changliu. During the fierce battle, Ying Yun blocked the demon god Zuo Guardian for Uncle Qingyu. A one-hit kill, and it was instantly wiped out..." Donghua shook his head unbearably when he said this.

Sheng Xiaomo frowned, her fingers were almost buried in her flesh.

"After Ying Yun's death, this matter has become an unsolved case. The master issued a death order, and it is strictly forbidden to discuss this matter in the mountain. Anyone who violates it will be immediately expelled from the master's school. But Master Qingyu still suffered a lot because of this incident. After being hit, he lived in seclusion and rarely walked around in front of people except when necessary..."

Sheng Xiaomo nodded in confusion, everything, at this moment, finally drew a complete closed loop.

"Mr. Mo, I know that you have been practicing with Uncle Qingyu, and you must have a deep relationship with Uncle Qingyu. Uncle Qingyu has been living alone in the Palace of Ecstasy for more than 100 years. If you don't accept disciples anymore, you are the only one I know who let you He taught his disciples so hard, so I am willing to tell you this." Donghua handed the tea on the table to Sheng Xiaomo, "I have always felt that apart from my own understanding and hard work, there are some things to do in cultivating the Tao. Time needs a little so-called fairy fate to meet a good teacher. I hope my junior brother will be that lucky person..." The last words seemed solemn and sincere.

Sheng Xiaomo could see that when Donghua said these words, he was not only in the name of his senior brother, but the most popular candidate for the next head of Changliu Mountain, he already had the vision and bearing of a leader in the fairy world .He was full of gratitude in his heart, and solemnly bowed to Donghua, saying solemnly: "Thank you, brother."

Sheng Xiaomo lay flat on the couch in the sleeping hall, there was no lamp in the sleeping hall, only the moonlight came in through the window lattice in the middle of the night, like a cloud of silver powder.

In this hazy darkness, he tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to see the painted pattern on the zenith clearly.The zenith is very high, and those painted patterns can't be seen clearly at all, only a patch of uneven black, like a deep well.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice outside.

He got up slowly and walked out of the hall.In the vast courtyard, a young man in white was holding a long flute, dancing in the air like a light white crane.The immortal in Tsing Yi stood not far away with his hands behind his back, his smile was as warm as a spring day.

Although the young man in white couldn't see his face clearly, the figure of the fairy in green from a distance hit him hard in the heart.

Uncle...

Sheng Xiao