Qingyun Mountain, Big Bamboo Peak.

The first field of the Great Bamboo Peak of Qingyunmen is not easy, and at this moment he is alone in the Silent Hall on the Great Bamboo Peak, pacing back and forth.

Shoujing Hall was silent at the moment, only Tian Buyi's footsteps came, and his face slowly changed with the footsteps of walking, but somehow, later, his expression became a little strange, as if he had thought of something.

I cared deeply in my heart, but I remembered another person.

"It's been ten years."

He sighed softly, his expression was a little trance-like, and sometimes even he felt a little strange, what did that little disciple who looked so inconspicuous back then worry about him for so many years?

Tian Buyi smiled bitterly and shook his head, at this time, he suddenly felt something, frowned, looked outside the Shoujing Hall, and only heard the sound of breaking the sky in the distance.

Tian Buyi groaned slightly, calmed down, and walked out.

"Huh!"

I saw a white light flashing in the sky above Dazhu Peak, as fast as lightning, shooting straight towards the peak of Dazhu Peak, and in a blink of an eye, it came to the front, falling six feet in front of Tian Buyi, the dazzling white light swayed for a while, and dispersed, revealing the figure of the young master of Qingyunmen.

Jun Wenxin turned around, with a hint of a smile on his face, and arched his hand: "I've seen Uncle Tian." ”

Tian Buyi nodded and said, "Well, why are you here, is there something wrong?" ”

Jun Wenxin smiled and nodded, but then glanced around, slightly surprised, and said, "Uncle Tian, why is this place so deserted, what about the other junior disciples under your seat!" Why haven't you seen it? ”

Tian Buyi said in his heart: "If you can see them, it will be a hell, and one by one you don't know where to hide." ”

But on the surface, he was like no one else, and said lightly: "They are all doing their homework, so they haven't come out, and I'm not like Tongtian Peak here, people are prosperous, and it's common to not see people." ”

Jun was stunned for a moment, and heard that Tian Buyi's tone seemed to be a little unhappy, but he was quite deep in the city, and he looked like he didn't hear it, as if he didn't realize it, and said with a smile: "Oh, I see, Uncle Tian, the disciple came here today to visit Uncle Shi on the order of the sect, and I have a few questions I want to ask you." ”

Tian Buyi frowned, but he was taken aback, and said in amazement: "Ask me for advice, what do you ask?" Senior Brother Daoxuan, he is a scholar of heaven and man, and he is a member of cultivation, what else do you have to ask me, this unsuccessful junior brother? ”

Jun Wenxin smiled slightly, but did not speak, just looked at Tian Buyi.

Tian Buyi understood, and said, "Then go in and talk!" ”

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to walk towards the Silent Hall, when Jun Wenxin followed him.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and he turned his head sharply, but he looked at the room on the other side of the disciple's house.

Tian Buyi was a little strange, and also glanced over there, but he didn't see anything, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?" ”

Jun Wenxin hesitated, shook his head, and said, "No, it's me who is dazzled, how can he..."

Tian Buyi was inexplicable, and couldn't help but glance over there again, but saw rows of houses neatly arranged, silent, and it seemed too normal.

I didn't think much about it at the moment, so I walked into the Quiet Hall.

After the figures of those two people disappeared into the Silent Hall, a calm atmosphere shrouded the mountain of Dazhu Peak again.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly a figure flashed in the corridor of the disciple's house, and it turned out to be a ghost, only to see him silently stare in the direction of the Shoujing Hall for a moment, and then turn around and walk slowly towards the inside along the corridor that was once extremely familiar.

Jun asked, the former big brother Jun was really powerful...

Even Master Tian Buyi didn't notice the arrival of the ghost force, but Jun Wenxin immediately sensed it, and almost caught his whereabouts, the Taiqing Realm, it was really extraordinary!

It's just that it is destined to be hostile now, when the two face each other, will he keep his hands......

The other disciples on the Great Bamboo Peak did not see the figure, and in their memories, in the past, the most common thing they heard here in the past, except for the crisp laughter of Senior Sister Tian Ling'er, was Du Bishu's slightly frustrated shout, because he must have lost another bet.

Then, the hearty laughter of Senior Brother Song Daren and the others will sound, and several other senior brothers will also follow the jokes, and the little disciple who has always been the smallest and most inconspicuous!

It must have been a knowing smile in the corner, right?

Once upon a time, the past was gently flipped in the sound of slow footsteps, and those old things seemed to be carved between every brick and stone pillar here, echoing around him.

The ghostly face gradually changed from the beginning to the wooden, and the expression that was once shrouded like ice quietly receded, the past time turned out to be so moving, even after many years, he still couldn't forget it.

If, if... If nothing has changed...

He stood between the faintly sunlit corridors, slowly sat down on the low railing of the cloister, and the warm sunlight of the big bamboo peak shone on his face, as if it had been ten years ago.

There were footsteps and the sound of talking, coming from far behind, and when they got closer, it turned out to be He Dazhi, the fourth disciple of Dazhufeng, and Du Bishu, the sixth disciple.

The two of them walked side by side towards here, and the moment their figures appeared, the ghost Li had suddenly disappeared like a ghost, the mountain wind blew, the branches and grass shook together, and no one knew where he was hiding.

He Dazhi and Du Bishu obviously didn't notice anything, the two of them spoke in a low voice and walked over slowly, among which Du Bishu was also carrying a wooden bucket in his hand, which contained half a bucket of water, and a rag next to it, looking like he was going to clean it up.

And watching the two of them walk forward, but after a while, they walked to the door of a room, Du Bishu shrugged his shoulders to He Dazhi, He Dazhi smiled, and the two walked in together.

A moment later, a ghostly figure emerged from a corner outside the corridor, looking ahead with a complicated gaze.

The room that the two former senior brothers entered turned out to be the room where he lived when he was a junior disciple of Dazhufeng, Zhang Xiaofan.

However, shouldn't that room have been abandoned for many years, why did the two senior brothers still go in?

The ghost floated silently.

As if he had suddenly fallen into a dream, he was stunned at the door, in this small courtyard, it was exactly the same as the scene back then, there were still gravel paths, there were still grass and green land, and even the small pine tree was still growing there, but over the years, it had become a lot thicker.

There was a sound of water in the room, and then the voices of Du Bishu and He Dazhi came out: "Fourth Senior Brother, you can tell me, it's been so many years, why does Master still want us to clean this room?" Isn't that the intention to make me suffer? ”

He Dazhi scolded with a smile: "Stinky boy, are you trying to be lazy again, I can tell you, the master has been on fire for the matter of the senior brother recently!" Don't mess with him, or he'll have to pick your skin. ”

Du Bishu laughed dryly twice, and said: "Senior brother, you are joking with me again, how dare I provoke the master, but the little junior brother has been away for more than ten years, but the master still ordered us to keep this place as it is and clean it every day, I really don't know what his old man is thinking?" ”

The figure standing outside the room, standing still, slowly lowered its head.

In the room, He Dazhi was silent for a while, but he sighed and said in a low voice: "Although Master has never talked about junior brother over the years, we all know in our hearts that he loves junior brother Xiaofan the most in his heart. ”

Du Bishu's voice said: "Yes! I can also see this, to be honest, sometimes I also miss the little junior brother, but what's the use, the little junior brother has already become another person now, will he go back to Dazhufeng, become Zhang Xiaofan again, and then be our seventh junior brother? …”

Outside the window, the ghostly expression became more and more indifferent, and his body was also straight, with only two hands, clenched into fists, and the tighter he clenched.

Is it possible to go back?

The steps you have taken in time, the road you have crossed, many years later, do you still remember to look back at the distance? Have you ever thought about going back?

The sun shines warmly on your body, but it feels like you are in an ice cellar!

He Dazhi and Du Bishu were also silent, and even they felt dull and speechless about the topic they had inadvertently raised.

They fiddled around in the house for a while, and walked out with a bucket, He Dazhi gently covered the door, looking at the green grass in the small courtyard, and the pine branches shaking, although a piece of spring was full of joy, but there was always a sense of loneliness.

It seems that the owner of this house is not there, and even this piece of spring light is quietly eclipsed.

He shook his head, sighed, and left with Du Bishu.

After a long time, Ghost Li slowly walked out from behind the pine tree.

The familiar mountain breeze blew on his face and ruffled his hair.

He walked to the door, raised his right hand, and placed it on the door.

His movements were very slow and slow, as if there was a thousand pressures on his hands, and even the expression on his face seemed to be out of breath.

However, that strange and inexplicable feeling, like an invisible force, finally pushed open this door!

It's like, pushing open a window of the past years and seeing the past.

The familiar bed, the familiar table and chairs, and the Taoist banner hanging on the wall, which seems to have a slightly withered yellow color after many years, and even the kettle and teacups on the table, look exactly the same as back then!

Who knows how many times this simple and unpretentious room has appeared in dreams?

Even the air here seems to have a faint feeling of the past.

He walked slowly into the room, walked to the bed, sat down slowly, and gently stroked the bedding with his hand, and the soft feeling passed through the palm of his hand.

Who saw that he suddenly bit his lip, so hard, so deep!

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