Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

The reason why the village can celebrate this time is because of the few meat spirit beasts that the young and middle-aged people hunted in the mountains today.

Meat and spirit beasts are rare treasures for monks in remote areas, but they are even more delicious and nourishing in the eyes of ordinary people!

After stirring the meat in three big iron pots, the whole village was filled with the smell of meat.

"Come, come, one big bowl for each person, there's still more!" The middle-aged man who was holding the rice was standing in front of the pot and yelled.

After hearing this shout, Xiao Zhuo stood up and ran over to help.

"Uncle Jiang, give it to me, I'll take it." The young man moved to the side of the middle-aged man and said with slanted eyebrows.

"Come!" The middle-aged man smiled and handed him the bowl.

After almost finishing his work, Xiao Zhuo took his own bowl and sat down beside the old man who had been watching him benevolently just now.

The old man is the head of Xinye Village.

Ever since he was exiled to this village, everyone in the village pitied him for having no father or mother at such a young age. In the past few years, he can be regarded as growing up with a lot of food.

The village chief kindly took him in and treated him like a grandparent without any barriers.

After the villagers were full of wine and food, they said goodbye to each other, and led their children back home.

After everyone left, the village head walked up to the boy.

"Come on, we're going home too."

"En." Xiao Zhuo nodded with warmth in his heart.

The village head's house is neither too big nor too small in the village. Since the village head has no heirs, it doesn't seem crowded when the grandparents and grandchildren live together.

Xiao Zhuo walked behind the village chief who was leaning on crutches, unexpectedly quiet, he still hesitated in his heart whether to leave the village or not.

Who knows that the village chief who was walking in front has been paying attention to his expression, and he sighed when he saw Xiao Zhuo's abnormal quietness.

Lifting the curtain hanging outside the door, he sat down on the wooden chair very slowly, put the crutches aside, and said slowly: "A Zhuo, what do you want to tell me?"

"Grandpa the village chief."

Xiao Zhuo hesitated for a moment before saying: "I want to leave the village and seek immortality."

The village chief seemed to have guessed his answer, and was not surprised. He just said, "The world of cultivation is full of dangers, and it can't compare to our own village."

"I know."

Seeing that Xiao Zhuo didn't show any hesitation, the village chief was silent for a while and shook his head, "I know you're stubborn, so that's all, you can go."

"I can't stop you forever."

"You agree?!" Xiao Zhuo looked at the old man in front of him in surprise.

"Wait here, I'll get you something." After seeing Xiao Zhuo's reaction, the village chief smiled helplessly, with a hint of pampering in his smile.

Then he stood up and slowly walked into the back room with crutches step by step.

"Ah."

Xiao Zhuo nodded and sat on the spot, his eyes followed the old man to the heavy curtain that had been left behind.

Seeing the hunchbacked old man leave step by step, he suddenly felt less joyful than just now.

He was about to leave the village where he had lived for four years, and the young man felt a little bit reluctant. Of course, it was the kind old man who made him most reluctant.

Four years ago, after he buried his mother with his thin body, he stayed in front of the grave for an unknown amount of time, and then with the will to revenge, he stumbled away from that place.

As he walked, his eyes darkened and he lost consciousness.

The first person I saw after waking up again was this old man.

The old man told him that when the young and middle-aged men in the village went to a distant town to buy some seasonings, they saw the sleeping boy in a bamboo basket by people from other villages, and asked curiously.

So he gave some silver in a daze, and took the boy back to the village.

The young Xiao Zhuo was in a particularly desolate state at that time, he was still holding a small jade bottle tightly in his hand and would not let go.

The old man just comforted him, and never asked him about his specific background or the jade bottle.

......

The thick door curtain on the side was quickly lifted, and the village head walked out step by step with a wooden box in his hand.

"What is this, so mysterious?" Xiao Zhuo's eyes fell on the wooden box in the old man's hand, and he took a closer look.

"This, this is a treasure. It's useless to me, but it's of great use to you." The village chief patted the box in his hand with a smile and sat down.

"So powerful?" Xiao Zhuo took the old man's box, and opened the hidden button on the box with a few clicks.

I saw a piece of paper lying in the center of the brown and simple wooden box, which also exudes a unique fragrance of ink.

Xiao Zhuo took out the piece of paper and shook it. Seeing the village head's urging eyes, he lowered his head and pushed open the piece of paper with the ink on it.

"... If Ling Zi wants to seek immortality in the future, he will definitely help him with this letter to Xuanyuanzong..."

Xiao Zhuo raised his head to look at the hunchbacked old man who was sitting quietly, the tip of his nose suddenly became sore.

"I have no children in my life. When it is time to end, meeting you makes me feel at ease. This thing is of no use to me, so I will leave it to you."

Xiao Zhuo walked over and hugged the old man who was sitting on the wooden chair, blinked his eyes and said: "I feel very sad for you to do this."

"Hahaha, it's alright, it's alright, let's get some rest, we'll be on our way tomorrow." The old man patted the young man on the back and smiled.

The bright moon in the sky was extraordinarily round, and the whole village seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of brilliance, which was very bright. The old willow trees outside the village were blown by the night wind, and the branches dangled accordingly.

Under the same moonlight, the atmosphere inside Chenmen was very dignified. After Chu Huan came out of the main hall, Wan Wei came out after a long time.

There is no one else in the main hall.

After Chu Huan came out, he walked to a four-cornered pavilion.

There were bursts of ringing from the pavilion, very crisp, just like that day.

He looked at the ice-blue wind chimes hung in the pavilion, lifted his foot and collapsed inside.

There are still a few green leaves falling on the stone bench in the pavilion.

After raising his sleeves and brushing off the tender green leaves, Chu Huan sat down.

The ice-blue wind chime slanted above was still shaking with the breeze, making an ethereal sound, and the entire pavilion was full of bells.

There is no need to ask, Chu Huan also knows who hung it here, Chu Lian is the best at this pavilion, and she usually hangs the decorations on it.

She is not a long-term lover, and every bell will be removed and replaced with a new one after hanging for a period of time.

After replacing it, Chu Lian would take every new bell that was hung up and ask him if it was pretty, and if he didn't like it, he would change it and ask him about it.

Because of this, he didn't find any clues from the bell that day.

He still clearly remembers the questioning of Chu Lian's previous life, and of course, the stinging pain of Wan Jian piercing his heart at the end.

"What are you doing here alone?" A hearty voice suddenly came from a distance, interrupting Chu Huan's thoughts.

I saw a man in white jumping down from the eaves, and walked in front of him in the blink of an eye. I don't know when Wan Wei changed into a Yuehua robe, which was intricately embroidered with golden patterns, which was obviously different from the one during the day.

Seeing Chu Huan's eyes glance at his clothes, Wan Wei immediately explained to himself: "I came here with changed clothes, and there is no smell of blood."

"Well, sit down."

After Chu Huan finished speaking, he raised his hand to conjure a set of emerald evergreen tea set, and lowered his eyes to pour a cup for himself and the person opposite.

"What's so good about tea? Let's drink." Although Wan Wei said disgusted, he still drank the cup of tea that Chu Huan poured for him before putting down the cup.

"I have the old wine that I just brought from Yu Niang's, here! Let's drink this!"

The man in white boldly placed a jar of unopened fine wine on the stone table with a bang.

A few actions opened the wine jar.

The clear aroma of wine overflowed in an instant, and the scent was already very intoxicating.

"This is just brewed. Yu Niang should come to see you later." Chu Huan smiled after taking the wine glass Wan Wei handed him.

"It's okay, I can't give it back to her after drinking it." Wan Wei smiled.

After a long time, Wan Wei was slightly drunk from drinking, but his consciousness was still very clear.

He saw Chu Huan, who was sitting across from him, raised his hand and drank the last sip of wine in the glass with a disconcerted expression, then stood up and walked out of the Sijiao Pavilion, his back was surprisingly lonely.

"At another time..." Wan Wei rubbed his eyes, raised his head with one hand and looked at Chu Huan and said, before he could finish speaking, he interrupted him.

"Send an order tomorrow," Chu Huan said.

"Bring Chu Lian back to Chenmen."

"Huh? Didn't the girl beg you for a long time before you agreed to her traveling?" Wan Wei was stunned for a moment, "Why was she recalled so suddenly?"

Chu Huan was silent for a moment, then turned and walked in the direction of Yanhua Palace.A very light word was left behind, as if it could be blown away by a casual breeze.

"She shouldn't be traveling."

The wind chimes hanging on the pavilion were still tinkling, and the crisp and sweet voices hit Chu Huan's ears one after another.

……

The sun and the moon changed, and the night passed quickly.

In Yanhua Palace, the master was wearing a simple white coat and leaning on the bed, with one slender and well-proportioned leg propped up, his movements were quite unrestrained.

A handsome man leaning sideways on the bed is already a very beautiful picture, not to mention that at this moment, the man's slender fingertips are still playing with a top-quality fairy weapon.

The translucent black jade ring illuminated by the sun was twirling in Chu Huan's hands, and the colored light shone fiercely.

Chu Huan looked at the concealing ring in his hand, held it in the palm of his hand for a while, and interrupted its movement.

Now that the matter inside the door has been dealt with clearly, he can leave too.

When Xuanhong found out that he had left, he declared to the outside world that his disciple, Xiu Chen, had been practicing in seclusion. Except for Xuanhong, no one else in the Tianyan Sect knew that he had fallen into a demon.

Therefore, as long as he has the spirit concealing ring in his hand, it is easy for him to go back.

As for the matter of Chu Lian, we can investigate after she comes back.

Chu Huan stood up, put the concealing ring on his left thumb casually, and adjusted the size of the ring with his thumb.

Then he raised his hand and took the clothes that were on the side. After getting dressed, he walked slowly to the desk and stood still.