Chunyin

Immortal Baoluo and I both stared at Guangling eagerly, trying to see an answer on his face—Iron Baoluo wanted to ask why he knew to look for me beside Qianyelian, and I wanted to ask why he reacted when I was in danger so intense.

But Guangling looked at me and Baoluo Daxian, and finally smiled, and said: "Izumo has been by my side since I was young, and I am also a teacher and a father. Over time, there must be some sympathy. This is mysterious, It’s hard for outsiders to understand.”

Ah, as expected of Zhuang Ziyu's real body, one sentence hurt the hearts of two people.On my side, I was discouraged when I heard "also a master and a father". On the other side of the Immortal Baoluo, Guangling threw out the word "outsider" hard, and knew that asking any more was just asking for trouble.

Great Immortal Baoluo sighed and said: "Okay, okay." He exchanged some greetings with Guangling, and led us for a while, to get him Baoluo Hall, and swam away to greet others.

There are many villains in the Baoluo Temple, crowded inside and outside, it is almost the same as the Great Inner Court Meeting in the lower realm, except that the officials at the court meeting are all silent, which is very different from the group of gods who are chatting happily in front of me now.

However, as Guangling said, most of these gods respected and feared him, except for those who came and went to salute him, almost none of them stopped to talk to us.A gust of wind blows through the palace, the excitement is all theirs, and I have nothing.

Stretching out my head to look for Jumang and Lu Yunxiu in the crowd, I was absent-mindedly thinking about what Guangling and Baoluo Daxian said just now. When I thought of Guangling's last sentence, I hesitated, turned my head and said to him: "Since If it’s not enough for outsiders, why not talk about it like an ‘insider’ like me.”

When I spoke suddenly, Guangling didn't know what I was talking about for a moment. He only heard me say "outsider" and "insider". That's not how it's used."

Of course I know it’s not used in this way, I did it on purpose—he “is also a teacher and father” his, and I am a “wife” mine.

I thought to myself and said: "I disappeared at that time, you said that there was some mysterious consonance, so that you knew that you would be able to wait for me beside Qianyelian?"

Hearing me mention this again, the smile on the corner of Guangling's lips froze slightly.

"Could it be because of Yujiao Cable?" I asked, then raised my hand and shook it in front of him.

Guangling pressed down my hand helplessly, and said: "At that time your dragon's beard was still intact, and controlling the dragon's rope will come later."

"If it's not Yu Jiaosuo, then why? How do you know?" I asked.

Rarely did I muster up the courage to probe a roundabout question, watching him almost like a judge interrogating a prisoner.

Guangling frowned slightly, looking at me with contradictory and complicated eyes.I am really afraid of this kind of eyes, in liuyuan or dream, every time when the questioning ends and I offer my heart to him, he will look at me like this.

He clearly has the winning ticket in his hands, and all the outcomes are in his hands. I really don't know what can be contradicted—unless, unless...

After a long time, Guangling finally said slowly: "If you must ask, I'm actually not sure that you will come back."

He sighed imperceptibly, and said, "I'm just waiting."

The four words are very light, but they sound like a low muffled thunder to the ears.Fortunately, there was a proper noise in Baoluo Hall, which made people's heartbeat not seem abrupt.

"Great Immortal Baoluo said that you have been waiting for three days and three nights." I plucked up my courage and asked tentatively, "What if I never come back?"

Guangling said: "Lin Chongshan couldn't go back in the end, what about Fang Bozhou?"

Does he compare himself with Fang Bozhou?Fang Bozhou waited for Lin Chongshan all his life at the border alone, what about him?

My heart was beating so hard that I almost felt that I had heard it wrong, and stared at him in disbelief: "What do you mean?"

Guangling looked at me silently for a while, then shook his head suddenly, and said with a smile: "Silly boy, you are my only apprentice after all. If you don't come back, I'm afraid the map of the secret realm of Immortal Baoluo will not be kept. It's just a master-disciple." Fate also sometimes, if I still can't find you, it means the fate is over. The origin and extinction are all destiny, and the gods can't change it."

Looking at his sharp side face, I felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on my head.

I didn't want to give up, and asked, "Where's Fang Bozhou?"

He didn't look at me and said, "Fang Bozhou's life is too short."

It turned out that Zhuang Ziyu's best thing was to draw the fire from the bottom of the pot. He lit a fire and then took it all away with his own hands.

I was overwhelmed and disheartened, and with a weary "oh", I finally stopped entangled in this topic.

It's just that Guangling's phrase "I'm just waiting" is always lingering in my heart. It pours down like a continuous spring rain, and many poor little flowers are poured out.

At the secret tour, many gods came here with their families. Most of the little gods were brought up to be well-behaved, but probably this kind of scene is still rare. In addition, the gods present were dazzled, and the small eyes filled the audience. Flying around, but no accident, these eyes finally fell on Guangling.

I sighed sadly, and said: "It seems that you are born with a dislike of ugliness and a love of beauty, and even among gods, you can't be exempt from vulgarity."

Guangling was very calm about this situation, he smiled and said nothing.

I looked at the earnest eyes of those little gods, bumped him lightly with my shoulder, and said, "Speaking of which, I see that many juniors want to worship you as a teacher, why did you only accept me as one?"

I said, "It's probably because I'm a stalker. If you don't accept me as an apprentice, you won't be able to close the game?"

Guangling said: "This matter also depends on fate..."

I said: "Zhuang Ziyu, if you talk about 'fate' with me in everything, then don't talk about it today."

Guangling heard that my tone was wrong, took a look at me, and said after a while: "Feiyun Peak is a place of bitter cold that is rare in the heavens, and with the rumor that I treat others harshly, everyone is afraid. "

I asked, "Why do you make up your own rumors?"

Guangling: "I'm afraid of trouble."

I chuckled and commented: "The apprentice is indeed troublesome. It is fully reasonable."

Guangling glanced at me and smiled too.

I asked again: "Then what about me? How could a little Jiao jump up to Feiyun Peak and become your apprentice?"

Guangling's eyes dimmed, and he recalled: "I picked up yours in Fengchun Pond." Then he turned around and stretched out two fingers to compare to me, "You were only this small at that time."

His old father's look of recalling the past made my heart tremble, and I suddenly felt that the topic was wrong again-I don't want to be called a "silly boy" by him again today.

I was thinking about how to reverse the decline, when I suddenly saw a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye.The man was dressed in white, with a sword on his waist, neither Zhao Chu nor Gou Mang, walked through the crowd to the door.And he seemed to be very familiar with this place, and he turned left directly after leaving the door, as if his purpose was very clear.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw this, and in desperation, I grabbed Guangling's fingers and pulled him outside.