The second uncle's face looked a little disgusting, but when he said this, he was dull and hoarse, and at the same time, some painful expressions appeared on his face.

"Senior brother is the first to get started, well-behaved and obedient. The third child entered with me, and they both have a lively and active temperament, but because of my poor character, I am always the one who has been punished for doing wrong things, is this fair?"

The second uncle gasped, his irrepressible anger and sadness distorted his face, he waved his sleeves violently, turned his head and left, followed by his rebellious apprentice...

"You're a senior brother!"

Just when the second uncle had already walked to the end of the trail and turned a corner and couldn't see his figure, Master Fang finally couldn't help but yell.

His rebellious apprentice stopped, and stood around the corner, and after a long time, two hurried footsteps came, and his apprentice was nowhere to be seen...

"Ugh..."

Third Uncle Zhuge sighed, and the angry crimson that had just been full of anger also dissipated, leaving only an endless blue color.

"Senior brother, you say, did he really kill the master?"

Master Fang shook his head, then nodded, "It shouldn't be... I don't know..."

Originally, a good festival broke up unhappily, but that night, the second uncle of Dongfang went down the mountain directly with his disciples and did not stay. The next day, the third uncle of Zhuge said goodbye to the people in the door in the morning, and walked down the mountain.

At the same time, in a special place in this spiritual realm, perhaps on the top of the mountains and rivers, or above the stars, there is an ancient castle, and on the top of this ancient castle, in a huge European-style decoration hall, a black shadow with a glass of red wine is lying on a rocking chair. He leaned over to the rim of the cup and sniffed it, then gently shook the goblet in his hand. The black shadow lying with half-squinted eyes suddenly frowned, and then stretched out again, and the ceiling above his head was suddenly replaced by a starry sky like a mosaic in the ceiling, and a meteor comet could be faintly seen streaked across the sky.

The shadow slowly took a sip of the red wine in the glass and smacked his lips in satisfaction, "It seems that there is a great person... Huh..."

The white horse passed through the gap, flashing in the light, Tang Qi has been living in this Xiaoyao Gate for a few days, occasionally doing a few tasks, and the level has also been raised to level eleven, and he has learned two skills and is full... However, Tang Qi had a depression in his heart, and as he stayed on the mountain for a long time, the depression became deeper and deeper, and on the fourth day, Tang Qi finally couldn't help it.

"Master, I want to go down the mountain..."

Tang Qi said softly, his eyes looked at Master Fang calmly, clear and calm, there was no emotional collapse, and there was no urgency.

"Wait a few more days, Xiao Qi, the Anther Master has sent me a message, he is coming back soon, even if it can't be completely cured, it should be able to make you hold on for a while longer..."

The warm spring sun shone in the courtyard, and the breeze blew through the treetops and the faces of the people standing, but even in such a comfortable environment, Master Fang's brows were still tight, he had too many things in his heart, and the disciples were in danger, and the brothers turned against each other.

Tang Qi shook his head, "I have seen what the master has done for me for so many years, and now I can't repay it, but recently I have a premonition from fate, which makes me no longer able to stay in a comfortable place..."

It is not reasonable to leave abruptly, after all, according to the current plot, Tang Qi has been living here for more than ten years, thinking about it, there is only this fatalistic theory, which is the most mysterious, the most unknown, and the most able to block the mouth of the housing master.

"You've been living here for more than ten years, wouldn't it be a little inappropriate to be born suddenly..."

Master Fang's face was a little cramped, he wanted to continue to say something, but the words stopped at the edge of his mouth, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, and the sadness floating on his face became thicker, he was silent for a long time, he waved his sleeves lightly, and a thousand words converged into a "sigh..."

Tang Qi watched Master Fang turn around and slowly enter the hall, the whole courtyard was left Tang Qi alone to stay quietly, above the courtyard, from time to time I heard cranes chirping in the clouds, the flowers and plants in the courtyard slowly trembled with the breeze, some leaves still had early morning dew drops did not evaporate, with the breeze, the crystal clear water droplets quietly slipped down...

Tang Qi was actually a little sad, and a strange sense of emptiness emanated from the depths of his heart, stirring his thoughts. Maybe it's a little tired, a young man who grew up in a peaceful environment and only has three years of beautiful and simple memories, but in just a few dozen days, he has experienced all kinds of complex events where good and evil are intertwined, but now he can open his eyes wide and use all kinds of lies to achieve his goals, even if the other party is just equivalent to a virtual NPC.

(Actually, this makes me feel emotional.,I still remember that there was a plot before Shunhuonuan.,I don't remember it very much.,But there's a scene.,The player handled a donation.,About 3,000 Jiaozi's donation.,And then I was ruthlessly hacked.,To a related plot later.,That NPC seems to have died because of this.,Even if it's just a game.,But at that time, I was really uncomfortable.,Goodwill sometimes really shouldn't be divided into environments.,Even if it's not constrained, you shouldn't blindly indulge yourself.,After all,It's easy to destroy.,It's hard to build.,This world is like this.,Protect yourself.,Properly release some kindness. After all, the emotion of kindness will help people more often than the little material help he brings... ）

But no matter what you say, don't take the good as small, don't take the evil as small, and the river embankment that pours for thousands of miles may just collapse in the nest of ants. Tang Qiye has already noticed that his own personality is actually changing little by little, I don't know if it's good, I don't know if it's bad, maybe this is the price of growth...

A day later, the cliff blooms

Or the sea of flowers I saw a few days ago, there are countless strange flowers and plants, under this bright sunshine, the colors are extraordinarily bright, in this beautiful scene, Master Fang and Senior Sister Ye Qingqing bid farewell to Tang Qi...

The old monk of the Western Regions was still raising flowers and watering as usual, and his eyes occasionally drifted over to take a look at the situation here, but he still held the watering can steadily in his hand, as if nothing in this world could affect his movements.

Master Fang's mood is a little better, the depression and helplessness on his head dark blue, the tyrannical crazy crimson have subsided a lot, and it can be seen from his complexion that this day has passed, he seems to have figured out a lot of things, and even the wrinkles on his face have decreased a lot, "After going down the mountain, don't trust others, go to your third uncle first, no matter what the situation is, you must go back to the mountain in three months..."

Saying that, he handed out a whistle, at first glance I thought it was a bamboo whistle, and when I got it in my hand, I felt abnormal, not gold and wood, and the weight of the cyan whistle body far exceeded that of wood and bamboo products.

"When you come back, blow the whistle at the bottom of the mountain, it will pick you up" Master Fang pointed to the crane beside him and admonished, even though he knew that the person in front of him was just a virtual character in other spirit realms, he still couldn't stand the warmth in his heart, not talking about the purpose, it was very comfortable to be cared for...

The warm breeze is blowing, the Yiren green silk is in the wind, the clothes are fluttering, the senior sister Ye Qingqing is lightly curling her hair, the sun is shining on her body, and the hair strands are lifted up look a little lazy and charming.

"Xiaoqi, there is no senior sister to follow, you have to take good care of yourself after you go down the mountain, I don't like to see you lose weight when you come back in three months..."

The playful tone, but the soft and delicate voice revealed a deep concern, Tang Qi's heart trembled, and he immediately lowered his head, "Master, senior sister, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of myself, see you in three months..."

Tang Qi waved his hand to the old monk of the Western Regions in the distance, "Goodbye, master, take care of your body..."

After speaking, he patted the crane next to him, turned over and rode on the crane's back, the crane was clear, and the spread of its wings was estimated to add up to more than two meters long, it flapped its wings and flew down the mountain with Tang Qi...

It wasn't until he got out of the misty mountain top and couldn't see the people on the edge of the cliff anymore that Tang Qi quietly turned his head, feeling a little inexplicably sour in his heart, thinking about it carefully, in fact, the care and concern of Master Fang and Senior Sister Ye was not Tang Qi at this moment, but Xiao Qi who existed in their cognition, thinking about it a little ironic, but he still couldn't stand the sourness brewing, and fell that crystal teardrop...