I heard that the little uncle was once the love robbery of the ancestor

Under Qinshan Mountain, Xishui Lake Town

The sky is a very pure blue.

The Qinshan Mountains, which stretch for several miles, soar into the clouds, and the melting glaciers from the peaks flow down to form a vast Xishui Lake.

The water of the lake turned turbid blue under the sky, and the water surface was calm.

The trees on one side are green after the rain, very bright.

There are birds perched, and there are crisp calls from time to time.

Like a fairyland on earth.

Perhaps it was because in the afternoon, the person lying by the lake had a book on his face.

This man was tall and tall, wearing a bluish-white Taoist robe.It is quiet and leisurely.

In the evening, his slender and beautiful knuckles moved, and he took off the book covering his face.

The eyes that suddenly opened were a little dull, and they froze after rolling a few times.

It was sunset, but the light was still dazzling, he raised his hand to cover it, his eyes were half closed, he seemed to be staring at something, and seemed to be looking at a more distant place through the sky.

In the eyes full of emotions, there was a flash of purple like glass in a trance.

He was born extremely beautiful, with profound and three-dimensional facial features, which made people mistaken at a glance.

"Pei Jiu!"

A child with a basket on his back and bare feet was waving at this place from a distance.

The toddler is also very delicate, especially the pair of pupils, which are vivid and bright, as if they are filled with night stars.

"Pei Jiu!"

Starting from the bridge, he galloped, and it took a moment before him.

The young Taoist priest called Pei Jiu sat up lazily. Unexpectedly, his Taoist robe was neat and not messy at all.

Xu Shi came to his senses, his eyes were not as dull as before, but he was also indifferent: "Why is it so late?"

The childish child laughed so hard that he saw his teeth but couldn't see his eyes. He took off the basket that was about the same height as himself, and knelt down in front of him: "Young Master wants to eat the hooked fish from the bay mouth, so I just want to catch some for you and the Taoist priests too." strip."

Having said that, he scratched his head embarrassingly, "It's a bit difficult to grasp."

Gelfish is found in the mouth of the bay formed naturally at the junction of Xishui Lake and its tributaries, and has a unique taste.But very difficult to catch.

Even a good fisherman may not be able to catch a few in a day, and it is really difficult for such a six or seven-year-old child to catch them.

"No wonder I didn't see you this morning."

His cuffs were rolled up extremely high, but they were still soaked in water.Now in the evening, it is a little windy.

"Is it cold?"

Shaking his head: "It's not cold, I'm already sweating."

He wiped his forehead, as if to prove it to him.

But how could Pei Jie be so easy to deceive?

I guess it was because the lake water splashed on my face and didn't wipe it clean.

He guessed right, the kid had caught fish all day, touched his face with mud, and hurried to see him just washed it off.

Pei Jie first put down his cuffs, then took out a short shirt, and helped him put it on neatly: "Have you read all the words?"

"Well, I've got it all."

He obediently let him dress himself, his beautiful eyes focused on him - he expected his praise.

Sure enough, Pei Jie did not disappoint him: "Very good. But don't let it go to waste, and study hard."

He has been with the person in front of him for almost three months, and he knows that this kind of indifferent response is already the limit.So he knew that he was affirming himself.

He touched the Taoist robe on his body.It was sweet in his heart, so comfortable, and presumably it was made of good materials.

The young master has a lot of good clothes for him to wash, so he has also touched the materials of good clothes.

But compared to this one now, it's nothing.

"Yes, Daoist."

Pei Jie put away the sword and flute that were lying on the side - the flute was lying on the grass, as if invisible.

But the green appearance of the body of the flute is even better than the green forest after the rain, fresh and tender.

"It's getting late, let's go back. This book is given to you, take it back and read it yourself."

He was supposed to explain it to him himself, but now the sun has gone down.

The childish child rubbed the book in his hand in surprise, but he still couldn't react.

Pei Jie walked away a few steps before he hurriedly put away his things and chased after him: "Thank you Taoist priest!"

A flute tapped his head lightly: "What's the length of the road?"

He stuck out his tongue with a smirk, and quickly changed his words: "Thank you, Pei Jiu."

"Ah."

There was a silence between the two of them.

He vaguely recalled the chatter of some errands in the backyard when he got up early, and he became a little disappointed.

Although Pei Jie walked with his hands behind his back and looked ahead, he seemed to know his emotions well: "Does it hurt?"

Reluctantly regaining consciousness: "Pei Jiu, are you leaving?"

"Well, three months is long enough."

There was no emotion in this person's voice.

The childish voice became low: "Then will you come again?"

This time Pei Jie didn't answer immediately.

His mood was depressed, and his steps became heavy, walking slower and slower.

"I should have a lot of learning books here, and I will bring them to you next time."

His pace remained unchanged, and his voice was as flat as ever.

He didn't care about it.

No, take him to heart.

But as it should be.

He is the ninth disciple of Liuyun Palace, with a distinguished status, because the thirteen Taoist priests will stay here for a while.

Because of this, he was able to meet him and get to know him.

He treats him well, will tell him books, tell stories, and describe thousands of worlds.

He will also calmly save him from the fire and water.

He is indifferent and calm, but so warm to the heart.

He was Pei Jiu, the Pei Jiu whom he could only dream of.

……

The weather was very good on the day they left, with a slight warm wind blowing through their robes, which was very suitable for their journey.

Most of the people in the town came out to see them off.

In the past three months, the disciples of Liuyun Palace headed by the thirteen priests have cleaned up all the demons and ghosts in a radius of tens of miles, and they no longer have to worry about anything coming out to make trouble.

"Pei... Daoist, Daoist!"

When the saber was just floating, a childish voice rushed out.

Everyone couldn't help turning their heads to look, but they saw Sa Yazi, the little handyman of Mr. Zhang's house, running over.

It's so dangerous, I almost missed it.

Pei Jie put away his saber: "What's wrong?"

He ran over, wiped his forehead in embarrassment, and stared at so many pairs of eyes in front of him and behind him.

Gritting her teeth, she met those dull eyes: "Master Dao, I, I don't have a name, please give me one."

After getting along for three months, he really didn't have a name.In order to please the young master, all the servants called him Xiaoyezhong.

It's good to have a name.

This trip has never happened.

Those eyes were looking far away, in the direction of Qinshan and Xishui Lake: "From now on, you can call it Weiran."

Not yet.

He muttered in his mouth, he was pleasantly surprised: "Yes, thank you, Daoist Priest!"

The last thing came to an end, and everyone finally stood up with their swords and left the town.

"Not yet, is this trip not yet?"

Kill Thirteen smiled.

Pei Jie squinted at him.

But he curled his lips: "This little thing is too much, and has been pestering you."

Pei Jie patted his head, but walked forward: "If you have time, why don't you think about how to return to the master."

After hearing this sentence, Kill Shisan immediately felt bitter, and didn't have time to do anything else.