"Xiaotian, this is how things are, originally I saw that you have been in a low mood recently, and I didn't plan to tell you about it, but after thinking about it, you are now also a disciple of Lei Gangshan, so it is reasonable to let you know, as for how you decide, it is up to you."

"Is the assessment of the beginner disciple 。。。。。。?"

"Not only the beginner disciples, but also the disciples in silver clothes will be assessed, you are only white clothes now, above the white clothes is green clothes, above the green clothes is basket clothes, and the level of silver clothes is even higher."

"Well, what about the Silver Queen?"

"After the Silver Cloak。。。。。。 It is the highest purple coat. ”

"Purple?"

When Lang Haotian heard this word, the figure in the crowd came to mind when he was climbing the steps a few days ago, and he couldn't help asking: "Grandma Yunying, that purple-clothed disciple, how many people are there in Lei Gang Mountain at present?" ”

"Two, one is the senior brother Su Iming, and the other is Zong Qingshu, the head of the palace guard."

"There are only two of them, this purple-clothed disciple, is it so difficult to be promoted!?"

"That's natural, the purple-clothed disciples are the leaders in the sect, and each of them has a good strength, and they have even surpassed some of the elders, and it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no one in ten thousand."

"I see。。。。。。

Lang Hatian had a general understanding of the height of the purple-clothed disciple in his heart. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and asked tentatively: "That Yun Ling senior must have been the same back then。。。。。。 ”

"That's right, he, like my second brother Yun Leng, is a purple-clothed disciple and a talented man, but it's a pity that he 。。。。。。"

Lang hatetian hurriedly stopped and stopped mentioning this topic.

"Xiaotian, what are you going to do?"

"I want to know, how long is it until this disciple assessment?"

"It's about half a month away."

"That's the case, I think when the time comes, I will probably go and observe as a white-clothed disciple, and as for participating, I think it's better to be exempt."

Lei Yunying looked at the helpless smile squeezed out of the young man's face, and understood that it was useless for him to say anything more.

"It's late at night, go to sleep, Xiaotian, get up early tomorrow and try the new clothes I made for you."

It's just that early tomorrow morning, the thundercloud warbler opened the door of Lang Hatian's room, but found that the bed was empty, and the bed was already cold, and it seemed that it had been gone for a long time.

"Xiaotian, where have you been。。。。。。"

She held the introductory white clothes she had sewn for him with her hands in both hands, looked at the clouds outside the window, and worried again.

"This kid, leave without saying a word!"

On the plain behind Lei Gang Mountain, the half-human-tall grass has become more and more withered and yellow, and Lang Hates Tian picks them up and walks in one direction.

"Yun Ci senior!" Lang hated the sky and shouted.

A pair of slightly tired eyes opened, and the owner of the eyes stretched lazily and reluctantly got up, as if he heard someone shouting.

The straw stick in his mouth had been swallowed by him all night, and it had already rotted, Yun Ci spat it on the ground, pushed the door open a crack, and looked out.

"Senior Yunci, are you there?"

In the distance, a sturdy figure loomed in the grass, and Yun Ci recognized it almost immediately.

"Damn, why is this stinky boy, he's not dead yet?"

When the words fell, Lang Hate Tianren had already walked to the thatched house, Yun Ci tidied up his clothes slightly, walked out of the house, and half-jokingly quipped: "Yo, the recovery is quite fast, it's only been a long time, you can walk on the ground, I thought you would lie in bed for the rest of your life!" ”

Lang hated Tian just smiled in agreement when he heard this, which was regarded as a response. Yun Ci was a little embarrassed, and subconsciously touched his nose, only to see Lang Hatian carrying a basket in his hand and covering it with a cloth.

"It's 。。。。。。"

Lang hated the sky and placed the basket on the stone table outside the house, lifted the cloth, and the smell of food came to his face. Lang hated the food in the basket and placed it on the table, and Yun Ci drooled at it.

"Boy, what do you want to ask me for, but your routine is a little old-fashioned, so I won't be fooled!"

"The seniors misunderstood, I came this time just to visit you and talk to you."

Yun Ci looked at Lang Hattian's always calm face, and he was still half-convinced.

"Boy, don't think I'm so easy to deceive, I've eaten more salt than you've ever eaten。。。。。。"

At this time, Lang hattian took out a pot of wine from the basket and smiled apologetically: "Oh, this is the loose wine I beat in the town this morning, it was just burned, it is very cheap, and I ask the seniors not to dislike it." ”

Before he finished speaking, Yun Ci had already sat down at the table, holding the still warm wine jug in both hands, smelling the aroma of wine coming from the mouth of the jug, and his saliva couldn't stop flowing.

"Well said... Say...... ”

Yun Ci couldn't remember how long it had been since he had tasted wine. Seeing the other party's impatient look, Lang hated the sky and didn't laugh at him, and hurriedly poured him a cup and poured himself a cup.

The wine was sad, and Lang hated Tian was washed to tears by the spicy taste of this soju, it seems that the last time he drank alcohol was when he was in Nanhui City and his father.

Yun Ci picked up the wine glass, and drank it all as soon as he raised his neck, and Lang hated the sky so he had to fill it again.

"What about Meng Nanxun, where did the woman go?"

"I don't know, she came suddenly that day, and she left in a hurry, as if she was in a hurry."

Yun Ci finished drinking a glass of wine again, looking at the young man in front of him, Yun Yun's breezy appearance, but he saw something greasy in his heart.

"You seem to have something on your mind." He took a few bites of food and said, "Just ask whatever you want, don't hide it." ”

The wine glass that Lang hated Tian brought to his lips paused, and after thinking about it again, he sighed and asked directly, "Senior, do you have any methods that can cure souls?" ”

"Heal the soul? What's wrong with your soul? ”

Yun Ci's brows furrowed, his eyes looked the other party up and down, and he reached out like lightning, grabbed Lang Hattian's wrist, and his complexion changed in an instant.

"It's so strange, I can't feel the soul breath in your body."

He closed his eyes again, scrutinized, and shook his head.

"Why, when?"

"It was after I ascended the steps that day that I couldn't feel the existence of the soul in my body anymore, and it must have been at that time that I hurt my soul."

Yun Ci pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and sighed: "Alas, it's a pity, although you call me a senior, but I really can't solve your injuries, but I have lived for more than two hundred years, and I have seen a lot of soul-damaged people like you, you can be alive, it's already very fortunate, don't mention those sad things, come on, let's drink, get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows!" ”

Yun Ci comforted him as he picked up the flask and filled it for himself. Seeing the other party's perfunctory appearance, Lang hattian couldn't calm down anymore, and the cup in his hand was thrown to the ground by him with a "snap" and shattered.

Yun Ci looked up at him in surprise, not understanding why the young man was suddenly angry, and his face was confused.

"Lang boy, what are you doing, you can give me the wine if you don't drink it, and don't waste it."

"Senior, even if I'm already a wasted person, please don't use this kind of words to entertain me, okay?"

He tried to make himself less irritable, and his fists clenched and "gurgled".

"Do you really know what it feels like to lose your soul, and how can you forget it with a glass of wine!"

The other party was silent for a long time, and slowly drank the wine in his hand.

"If you just want to win my sympathy, then you can go."

"Since my predecessors don't understand my pain, then it's useless to say more, farewell!"

Lang hated the weather and stood up and was about to leave, but Yun Ci seemed to be touched by some unpleasant memories by his words.

"You say... I don't understand? ”

Lang hattian just stood up, Yun Ci's hand pulled out a straw stick from the ground beside him as fast as thunder, his eyes didn't look at it, he split it with his hand, and in an instant, the sword qi flew horizontally, the wine jug on the table silently split into two halves, and the section was smooth as a mirror, Yun Ci threw away the straw stick, picked up half of the wine jug in one hand, and drank it with his head up.

The wine poured down his throat, some of it dripping down his chin and wetting his collar. From the time he put down the glass to the time the flask cracked, it was all in the blink of an eye.

"I have been weak and sickly since I was born, my father has invited countless famous doctors, trying to cure my weak soul and body, and has used countless precious medicinal materials, but none of them have worked, even now, my soul realm is only in the realm of snatching thoughts."

Listening to Yun Ci tell the story of his situation, Lang hattian couldn't help but be moved, and it was hard to believe that this man in front of him, who had superb swordsmanship and looked down on the crowd, had such an unbearable past.