In Youhuang, a richly dressed Confucian scholar sat in front of the eucalyptus, looking calm.
Next to him, a cute little boy in a gold-embellished robe poured tea and water for him, and behind the Confucian stood a beautiful maid.
The mist rose in the cup, and the fragrance of tea hit your nostrils. As you tasted the tea leisurely, Shulou Longsu asked calmly, "Tong'er, have you finished your homework today?"
"Replying to Master, we have finished." The boy replied respectfully.
Shulou Longsu nodded with satisfaction when he heard this. Just when he was about to take a test, he heard the boy say: "Master, Black Moon and Gu Yao have disappeared one after another. The boy is worried about his father's comfort and begs the master to allow me to enter the world.
Looking for my father."
Shulou Longsu counted the time and said calmly: "You... have thought about it."
The maid behind him advised: "Little boy, there is an endless war outside, why not wait for a while, the master still has many skills that you have not learned yet."
"Thank you, Sister Xianfeng, for your concern." Boy Bihua shook his head firmly, and then continued to request: "My mind has been made up, and I hope Master will allow me."
Shulou Longsu had long seen the change in the art of sending spirits. Previously, because of his playfulness, the child had transformed in advance, causing the ancient Yao spirit to remain like a child, and his mind was not very mature.
Therefore, Shulou Longsu still feels a little guilty in his heart, so while he has been teaching with all his heart during this period, he has become more and more reluctant to let the children be contaminated by the world of mortals. However, now that ninety-nine years have passed, continuing to force him to stay may lead to the death of Su Huan.
planning fault.
He had sent messages to Su Huanzhen to inquire, but these letters were all lost, and he could not be contacted at all. Thinking of this, Shulou Longsu sighed in his heart, and his thoughts on the exams also stopped.
Is it time to say goodbye?
Without further trying to persuade him to stay, Shulou Longsu took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Filial piety comes first among all good deeds. You have this intention. I am very happy to be my teacher. After you enter the world, you must remember what you have learned from your teacher."
Xianfeng wanted to persuade him again, but Shulou Longsu waved his hand to stop him.
"Thank you, Master, for your help." Bihua Boy nodded vigorously.
Then he made a startling statement: "Anything that can be solved with money is nothing. I will let the world understand the heroic spirit of my Confucian sect."
"Ahem..."
Hearing this, Shulou Longsu almost spit out a mouthful of tea, but after holding it back, he waved his hand to his disciple, "Go...go..."
At this time, Shulou Longsu was swinging one hand and supporting his body with the other, his head buried in the eucalyptus, and no one could see his expression.
"Master, I'm leaving."
"Um."
"I'm really leaving."
Shulou Longsu was speechless and urged with a dark face: "Hurry up..."
"Tonger bids farewell to Master."
The boy in the strokes saluted again, turned around and left Youhuangli resolutely. His steps were heavy and slow. He wanted to look back several times, but he held back.
It's strange, why is Master so searching today? He's going to leave now. Let's not talk about giving away a real estate, but at least give him a rare treasure or something as a base. Didn't you see this baby's hint?
When the figure of the stroke boy disappeared completely, Xianfeng finally couldn't help but ask: "Why did the master stop me from letting the boy enter the world with his character? Are you really relieved?"
Rarely, Xianfeng questioned Shulou Longsu.
"Sigh... I don't want to, but I can't contact Su Huanzhen. If the child is the key to the next martial arts situation, if I force him to stay, wouldn't I be abandoning the world and not caring about the common people." Shulou Longsu sighed.
One sound.
Then he remembered something, took out a thick brush and a scroll, handed it to Xianfeng, and said: "I almost forgot, this is the haoguang brush and Jiangshan painting I prepared for Tong'er. That kid shouldn't have it yet."
If he goes far away, you can send it to him for me."
Xianfeng took the two things and walked out.
At this time, the boy was wandering around Youhuang and not far away. He was betting that his master was just immersed in the sadness of separation and forgot to give him the property.
After wandering for a long time, Huangtian paid off and allowed him to wait until the fairy phoenix came to deliver the equipment. The boy opened his hands and ran towards the fairy phoenix on his short legs, with an expression of joy on his face.
She threw herself into Xianfeng's arms and shouted in a childish voice: "Sister Xianfeng, are you here to see me off~"
Xianfeng touched the child's head and said softly: "The master asked me to give you something."
After saying that, he let go of the child and took out the pen and painting.
"I knew Master would remember it." Bishuo Boy let go of Xianfeng, his delicate little face was full of excitement, and tears of emotion flowed from the corners of his mouth.
But when he saw what Xianfeng took out, his face instantly fell.
"Is this the only one?" Bihua Boy looked up at Xianfeng with pitiful eyes.
Looking at the cute look of the child, Xianfeng felt that her heart was about to melt. She took out many things. In addition to gold and silver, there were jade, emeralds, luminous pearls, elixirs, secret books, and magical powers. They piled up a small mountain on the ground.
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Finally, Xianfeng took out two golden clothes and said reluctantly: "You like gold, this is the golden robe that my sister knitted for you..."
The boy was already attracted by the hill in front of him, and quickly put away his things. When he looked up and saw Xianfeng's reluctant eyes, for some reason, an indescribable feeling rose up in his heart, and he felt blocked in his heart.
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Throwing himself into Xianfeng's arms again, Bihuatongzi said with a choked voice: "Sister, I will come back as soon as possible."
After saying that, he wiped his tears, reluctantly forgetting to look at his sister who had been with him since birth, and left Youhuangli.
Xianfeng stood there for a long time, and after confirming that the Bihua boy had really left, her tears couldn't stop falling.
A purple figure in the dark watched all this silently.
Inside Youhuang, the master and servant looked at each other for a long time and said in unison: "Why are your eyes red..."
Shulou Longsu felt a little embarrassed and picked up his fan to fan himself. He pretended to be calm and said, "I just went to the warehouse and took a look. Why does it seem to be missing a lot?"
"Maybe... maybe Senior Jianzi came here without you knowing..." Xianfeng looked around, her beautiful eyes looking up and down, looking full of guilt.
Shulou Longsu didn't give a damn, he just nodded and said casually: "When Jianzi comes in the future, don't let him in."
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The Bihua boy who left Shulou Longsu followed the feeling in his heart and came to Cailu Xianhong, where he felt the message that his father was staying.
In the green and dangerous cave, King Xian, who missed the person in his heart, fell into memories and unconsciously told the story of him and the mute girl. With the affectionate explanation, he unconsciously held the hand of the person next to him.
Suddenly, a slight cough brought him back to reality.
"The story shouldn't stop here." Being interrupted at the critical moment, King Xian angrily threw away the hand granted by the king, and then took out a piece of silk cloth and wiped it.
He doesn't care about the divine right of kings, he seems to have become accustomed to it.