sun and moon return

After a few days, Wangjiang approached Feidao to discuss the matter of autumn training, and Feidao suddenly asked, "Zheli doesn't think about eating and drinking these days, do you know why?"

"Ah? Don't think about tea and rice?" Wang Jiang was startled, and after a while he whispered to himself, "Isn't it because of Jianyun..."

"For Jianyun?" Feidao frowned, and the surroundings became cold again.

Wang Jiang quickly denied: "Master, I'll just say it casually, but before Zheli said that he wanted to participate in this autumn training and go down the mountain to see the world. Why don't I take him down the mountain to relax?"

Wang Jiang raised his head to see Feidao's reaction as he spoke, only to see that his brows were slightly closed, the corners of his mouth were pressed down, and he replied casually for a while as if he didn't care: "With his strength, it's too early to participate in the autumn training."

"Isn't there still three or four months before the autumn training? Zheli is already very talented, and with the guidance of Master Shen Xing..." Wang Jiang laughed.

The movements of Feidao's hands stagnated, and he still hesitated after thinking about it: "Let's talk about it after he passes the autumn training selection."

After a few days, Zheli's spirit improved a lot, but he still had trouble with Feidao and often avoided him. If Feidao was in the garden during the day, he would go out, and he would come back only if Feidao was not there.

This day, Zheli went to Wangjiang again, and Wangjiang talked to him about Qiuxun again, telling him that Feidao disapproved, and told him that if he wanted to participate, he had to speak to the master himself.

Later, Zheli plucked up the courage to go to the study to find Feidao.

"Master, I...I want to participate in the autumn training." Originally, he wanted to say something well, but when he blurted out, Zheli himself felt stiff and awkward. He lowered his head and didn't look at the wrong words.

The movements of Feidao's hands paused, he saw Zheli's appearance from the corner of his eye, his heart was empty, and he simply didn't raise his head: "Why do you want to participate in the autumn training all of a sudden?"

It's not selfish because he doesn't want to take the risk of going down the mountain at a discount. Now the mountain is not as peaceful as it used to be, and some people have already started making small moves.

"I have stayed on the mountain for many years, and I have never gone down the mountain once. In addition to the green food, I also want to taste dim sum and see the scenery from all over the world." Zheli said, "I I don't want to be bored on the mountain."

In Zheli's words, there was still a hint of complaint.

After a while, Feidao replied indifferently: "After the autumn training selection, I will let you go down the mountain."

Zheli was not happy when he got the answer, he thanked him, and immediately fled back to his room.

At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, Qingwu began to select for the autumn training. Since he made up his mind to go down the mountain to practice, Zheli has been obsessed with cultivation. In half a year, he has also achieved some success in the cultivation of fire spells.

Even against the seasoned Wangjiang, he would probably not lose too badly. Seeing this, Feidao agreed to let him follow Wangjiang and the others down the mountain.

Going back to Zhiyi Garden to pack up the things, Zheli sighed as he looked at the familiar yard where he had lived in for many years.

Pushing open the door of the study, sunlight entered the room following Zheli's pace, and the fine dust in the air surged with the airflow.

Feidao used to deal with sect affairs here, and then Zheli would just sit aside, read and write, or do something he liked.

At the beginning, the master liked to grind the ink by himself. With a wave of his hand, the ink would turn by itself.

Zheli stretched out his hand to hold it down, and said with a smile that he wanted to do it by himself.

Since then, Zheli has had an extra task of studying ink.

Most of the books here are turned over by Zheli, and most of the books stored in the painting basket are also masterpieces of his ghostly symbols, and most of the paintings are the meticulous appearance of the master sitting at the desk.

When Zheli fell asleep at night when he was young, Feidao would hold him in his arms for fear that he would catch a cold.

When he was older, Zheli couldn't hold him, so he put him on the couch and covered him with a quilt.

Because Zheli doesn't like to sleep on hard beds, Zhiyiyuan doesn't have a hard couch.

In the hot summer, Zheli likes to listen to the chirping of insects, so Feidao built a hammock for him and put it in a place with a wide view. When you open your eyes, you can see the sky full of stars, and when you close your eyes, you can hear the melodious insects.

It was cold in winter, and a hot stove was lit in the study. Feidao would make tea to warm up Zheli, wrapped him in fox fur, and held a small hand stove brought back from the human world in his arms.

I like to be next to him, and Fei Dao will not find it troublesome, and will always be kind and gentle.

Will it be like looking at the river when I leave, and will not come back in three to five years?

But that's fine too.

Maybe he doesn't need to participate in the big wedding between Master and Senior Sister Jiang.

No one knows the secret in his heart.

When all the dust settles, or when he leaves, those superfluous thoughts will be blown away by the wind like dark clouds in the sky, and buried by time like an ancient book handed down.

As Orei thought about it, he looked down and saw a small box on the desk.

It is not an inherent decoration of the desk.Zheli opened the box, and there was a universe bag inside.

Zhe Li felt warm in his heart, turned around, and closed the door.

Immortal practice is not limited to spells, but body practice is the foundation. In the past six months, Zheli has become a little taller with the naked eye. Standing in front of Feidao, he is already at his shoulders.

"You need to be careful when going down the mountain," Feidao looked at Zheli, who was already a young man, "Be careful of the danger, and be careful of people's hearts." Feidao raised his hand, trying to touch Zheli's head, but stopped.

He smiled slightly: "Go."

Zheli was a little guilty, he didn't dare to look up at him, he just lowered his head and bowed to Feidao, then followed Wangjiang and others, joined the crowd, and flew down the mountain in unison.

The wind blew his robes, and the ground became farther and farther away. Only then did Zheli turn his head carefully, his eyes fell from his shoulders to the mountain gate.

The people who sent off have dispersed.

In the mist, only Feidao stood in front of the door.His figure was as tall and straight as a pine and cypress, like a piece of white jade in a blue scroll, his expression was cold, and he met Zheli's eyes for a moment from afar.

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