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Same as when he left, Yunzhe Peak was still so quiet.

Jiang Yumian raised her hand and knocked on the door, and asked, "Have you finished washing?"

"Okay." A hoarse voice came from inside.

"I took the clothes you can wear."

He took out a set of clothes from the Qiankun bag, opened the door to a gap, and sent the clothes in with spiritual power. His spiritual sense was like a vague sixth sense, allowing him to judge that the clothes fell on the folded fan screen .

The candle in the lamp had not been extinguished, so he closed the door and sat under the tree to wait.

It's quite big here, and there are seven or eight rooms in total. Except for the two storerooms at the back where there are a lot of things, other vacant rooms can be lived in. It depends on where Pei Ming chooses.

He was thinking, when he heard the door knock softly, Pei Ming came out.

There are bright pearls under the eaves, and the washed child is not only very thin, but he can already see that his appearance will never lose to others in the future.

Night Breeze was blocked outside the barrier, and the people under the tree looked up, and the cold eyes reflected the light of the lights.

The calm eyes seem to make the surroundings quiet, there will be no more hunting, hungry and disheveled.

Pei Ming lowered his head and looked away again, still looking lifeless, no one could see what he was thinking, and no one knew that he quietly let go of his mind, and felt a little safe for the first time in the long escape.

He didn't have any extra gratitude for this monk who had known him for about two hours, it was just because the unique calm in his eyes made him feel a calmness he hadn't experienced for a long time amidst the endless fear and chaos.

Jiang Yumian walked up the steps, and he handed Pei Ming a Qiankun bag, which was just for clothes and bedding.

"You can use it inside." He said, pointing to the empty room next to him, and said, "You can live in any room here, just choose one yourself."

He paused for a while, and gave Pei Ming time to think before asking, "Have you figured it out?"

Pei Ming chose the one he pointed out just now, which is symmetrical to the original main room, one east and one west, and the courtyard is opened by the windows.

He led the people there, and after pushing open the door, a bright pearl flew in from under the eaves and landed on the empty lamp.

He roughly glanced at the empty room, and said, "If you think it's not bright enough, you can pick it up from the warehouse at the back tomorrow."

"Will the bed be made?" he asked again.

Pei Ming nodded, and said hoarsely, "Yes."

Jiang Yumian had nothing to say, so he said, "It's late at night, you should go to bed early."

Pei Ming nodded again, and he looked at the other party. Even though he was wearing winter clothes, he was not as strong and thin as a little girl like Jun Yang, and he didn't know how long he hadn't had a full meal.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought whether Pei Ming should eat something.

Searching in the memory, the original owner has long been bigu, and occasionally eats some spiritual fruit besides tea, but at this moment there is no spiritual fruit here, only the previous bigu pill.

As long as the pill bottle is sealed well, the bigu pill will not fail.

He poured out a pill and handed it over, saying: "Bigudan, it can last for seven days."

Pei Ming looked at the pill in his hand, squeezed it and stuffed it into his mouth to swallow without saying anything.

Jiang Yumian raised his hand, and the teapot and tea set from the yard flew in and landed on the table. The hot tea in the pot would not lose its temperature for three days and could be drunk at any time.

He turned to leave, and whispered when he closed the door: "Go to sleep."

The night is getting darker.

The person lying on the bed did not close his eyes for a long time.

Pei Ming stared at the roof in a daze, the clothes were clean, the quilt was warm, the long-lost peace and satiety surrounded him, like an unreal dream.

He lay down for a long time, and when he finally got used to this calmness, the drowsiness gradually hit him.

However, the dream is still not stable.

After receiving salutes and drinking apprenticeship tea, Jiang Yumian put down the teacup and asked Pei Ming who was kneeling on the ground to get up. He looked at the eight-year-old protagonist and thought that they would be masters and apprentices in the future.

He has never experienced how to be a master, so he hasn't figured it out yet, but he also knows that he should treat his disciples well.

Unlike other children, Pei Ming has suffered a lot at such a young age, and his eyes are not as bright as other children.

"I'll take you to the family name book, and also go to the Clothing Pavilion for a measurement." He got up and walked out, Pei Ming followed behind.

Before stepping on the cloud boat, Pei Ming, who had few words, suddenly said, "Dare to ask the master's name."

Jiang Yumian turned to look at him, thinking it was her own negligence, she didn't even tell him his name, Pei Ming also had a big heart, and worshiped his teacher without even knowing his name.

"Snow Mountain School, Jiang Yumian." He said slowly, even if it looks like it should be Snow Mountain School, but it's better to make it clear than to let Pei Ming guess by himself.

disciple hall.

The elder who taught the morning class sat at the head, twirling his gray beard and nodding slightly to Jiang Yumian, and continued to teach the lesson without stopping.

There were older disciples helping with the morning class, seeing Jiang Yumian leading Pei Ming over, he took out a futon and put it at the end without saying a word.

The elder who taught the class was talking, and all the young disciples were listening carefully, rarely making a sound. Pei Ming remained silent, sitting cross-legged on the futon like everyone else.

Today's morning class is just listening to lectures and listening to explanations, the difficulty is not deep.

Jiang Yumian looked at the side for a while, and all the disciples under the age of ten of the Xueshan School were here. Both men and women were dressed in the blue student uniforms of the Xueshan School, which was more eye-catching than white or gray and black. Too plain is not good-looking, blue is more suitable.

These school uniforms are forged robes. After all, not every young disciple has fox fur and mink fur. The huge Snow Mountain Sect cannot allow young disciples to suffer from the cold on this snow mountain, otherwise, it will become a joke.

"Master Uncle, do you dare to ask the junior brother's jade card?" the disciple who brought the futon just now asked him in a low voice.

"done."

Jiang Yumian also lowered his voice, and took out a white jade card with Pei Ming's name from his sleeve and handed it to him, so that he could remember it in the roster of morning classes and exercises.

The top-quality white jade is completely different from the jade plaques of ordinary disciples, representing Pei Ming's identity as a direct disciple, and Jiang Yumian's name is also on the small letters on it.

Don't disturb the morning class, he went back after asking about the get out of class time.

Yunzhe Peak was still quiet.

Jiang Yumian sat under the tree, looking at the fan in his hand.

From the appearance alone, the Fuyao Fan seems to be no different from other fans except that it is more delicate, but he has the memory of the original owner. Once he injects spiritual power, he can roll up the wind with a wave of the folding fan, and the speed of stepping on the wind Much faster than Yunzhou.

On the stone table in front of him was a long sword named Pohun, which was the original owner's sword.

What he thought about yesterday resurfaced, he put down his fan, thought for a while and then closed his eyes.

The memory of the original owner is still remnant in this body, it is extremely vivid, whether the soul is still there, which caused this, he doesn't even know how he traveled through time, so he can't help but think about it when he calms down.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, and there was no other soul in his body, he didn't feel it, and he didn't feel anything strange.

It couldn't be because of the same name and surname that made him wear into the body of "Jiang Yumian".

He suddenly remembered something, and raised his hand to call for the bronze mirror in the room.

The facial features he was familiar with were reflected in the mirror, no different from the previous life.

Except that they are not so thin, they look exactly the same.

After crossing here yesterday, things were horrifying enough, so I didn't even bother to look in the mirror.

Looking at the bronze mirror, he suddenly felt that he was Jiang Yumian, the Jiang Yumian here.

But how is this possible.

He put down the mirror, closed his eyes and sighed silently.

Forget the things that he can’t figure out. The memory of his previous life made him turn his attention to another matter. A common routine in many novels is that a thing called a system will appear after time travel, and the host needs to do the tasks issued by the system.

He transmigrated into this book. He didn't know if there was a system, and there was nothing strange about it. Could it be time to activate it?

The wild and unconstrained thoughts wanted to make him feel better and stop worrying about those things.

The sun poured down, bringing some warmth to the cold winter.

Yun Zhou landed outside the Martial Arts Hall, and several disciples in charge of scheduling saluted one after another. Jiang Yumian nodded slightly at them, which was his answer.

Most of the birds parked here, the white crane sparrow, and the raptor goshawk, are all spirit birds who came to pick up the disciples, tamed by the spirit beast hall.

The Snow Mountain School has a large territory and many peaks. If they rely on their feet to turn from one peak to another, disciples with low cultivation will have to climb for several days. It is faster to sit on the back of a bird.

A group of young disciples in blue came out first, and Jiang Yumian saw Pei Ming among the crowd.

As for the child's gaze, being watched made him a little uncomfortable, but he could only stand here.

Most children love to play around, especially those under ten years old. They have been practicing for a whole morning. Now that there is no supervisor elder watching them, they all relax and go out in groups of chattering.

Even if there were some misfits, they didn't. Pei Ming looked dead silent, especially in the group of children. When I thought about it, I realized that he had never even smiled.

Jiang Yumian couldn't help but fell in love.

"Uncle Master." Jun Yang found him as soon as he walked out of the martial arts hall, his voice was sweet, cute and well-behaved.

Like everyone else, she held a small wooden sword in her hand, walked over quickly, raised her face with a big smile, and said, "Uncle Shi, I can do the Spring Return Technique."

Jiang Yumian looked down, Jun Yang used the wood energy of the wooden sword to cover it with spiritual power, and slowly pulled out a small twig from the wooden sword.

It's a pity that her current cultivation base is not enough, and the tender green twigs withered and dissipated in a short time.

But Jun Yang was not discouraged, he looked up with bright eyes, obviously looking forward to it.

"Yangyang is really amazing." Jiang Yumian didn't hesitate to praise her, and her expression didn't change much, but Jun Yang had already gotten used to it, so she was naturally very happy to hear the praise.

In memory, the original owner and Jun Tianmo had a very good relationship, and Jun Yang also watched him grow up, so it was reasonable to get close to him, Jiang Yumian was not surprised.

"I'll take you home," he said again.

But Jun Yang shook his head and said, "No need, uncle, I agreed with my junior sisters to go back together, and I will take them to see the little turtle I raised."

Two little girls who were about her age were waiting not far away. She walked over, and the three of them climbed into the cart pulled by two big white cranes under the arrangement of the dispatcher. There were also three little girls inside, making them all six Finally, the white crane stretched its wings and flew into the sky.

Before leaving, Jun Yang glanced at Pei Ming who was next to Jiang Yumian. She was actually a little distressed. Martial uncle's apprentice was her junior, and she was the only one who called other people's senior. Pei Ming spoke, but at most Pei Ming just hummed and ignored everyone.

The white crane quickly flew away, Jiang Yumian looked away from the sky.

Except for him who came to pick up Pei Ming, the other little disciples went back by themselves on spirit birds, and there was no master to pick them up, so when he came here, some little disciples who were not favored enough would show a little envious eyes.

"Let's go." He stepped onto the cloud boat, followed by Pei Ming.

The wind passed by both sides, he thought, it's okay to talk less, but how can it be done if you don't know how to laugh.