The farmer was dressed in a blue cloth coat, probably because he had washed it too many times, and the blue cloth was a little whitish, but it was very clean and tidy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The farmer looked to be only about sixty years old, with a tweezer spirit, a hat on his head, and a basket on his back, which was filled with many green herbs.

"He, is he the Master of Dust?" Yang Qian looked at the plainly dressed "farmer", dumbfounded, and was a little distracted for a while, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Isn't this too different from what you imagined?

In the original imagination, the dust master who can accept a servant like A Man must be a peerless master, with a fairy wind of Dao bones, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

But the moment he saw the farmer, Yang Qian was completely stupid, the person in front of him couldn't connect with the four words Master Chen at all.

I don't know how long it took for Yang Qian to recover from that incredible shock, and he hurriedly jumped down from Ah Man's broad shoulders, stood in front of the farmer, and saluted respectfully: "Yang Qian has seen Master Chen." ”

The farmer's gaze slowly swept over Yang Qian, his expression was not shocked, and he said, "You are finally here, come with me." ”

After that, Master Lichen gave a few words to Aman, and Aman respectfully retreated to the side and watched Master Chen walk into the small courtyard.

Yang Qian answered, glanced at Aman, Aman grinned at him, and then motioned with his eyes for him to hurry up and follow.

Yang Qian nodded, followed quickly behind Master Chen, and entered the hut.

Master Lichen was busy in the room for a while, separating the basket full of herbs to dry. He ignored Yang Qian for a while.

It didn't matter if Yang Qian fell, he stood aside respectfully and looked at Master Chen.

After Master Chen was done, he took off the hat on his head, and Yang Qian only then noticed that Master Chen had no hair, and it turned out that he was really a monk.

"Sit down." Master Lichen sat down at the table and uttered his first words since entering the room.

Hearing this, Yang Qian's body was shocked at first, and then he reacted, and he was not hypocritical, so he sat down in the lower seat.

Yang Qian couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power from Master Chen, as if he was really an ordinary farmer.

At this moment, he took off the hat, and Yang Qian finally saw his appearance clearly.

Master Lichen's face was slightly emaciated, but there were only a few wrinkles. He had a long beard, gray, and it was only from this beard that he could tell that Master Dust was no longer young.

His eyes were not as sharp as he had imagined, but surprisingly peaceful. Just like his whole person, he is not impatient or impatient, and there is no wave in the ancient well.

"How long have you been waiting?" This was the second sentence that Master Chen's words said.

"Since I met Aman, today is the eighth day." Yang Qian replied simply.

Master Lichen pondered for a while, and then said, "Well, it's been eight days, I'm really old and confused, I don't even remember the days. ”

At this moment, Master Lichen seemed to have a trace of sadness in his eyes that was not easy to be noticed, but Yang Qian keenly noticed it.

Yang Qian even had the illusion that Yang Qian's Master Lichen was really just an ordinary ordinary person.

"You must have a lot of questions for me, don't you?" Master Lichen raised his eyes and looked into Yang Qian's eyes for the first time.

For some reason, being watched by Master Chen, Yang Qian was a little flustered.

"Well," Yang Qian nodded, "There are indeed a lot of questions. ”

"If you ask, I will answer whatever I can." Master Dust said.

Yang Qian pondered for a moment and cautiously asked the first question, "Not long ago, a senior left a note for the junior, and he asked me to come to you, Master, in the Valley of Forgetfulness. ”

As he spoke, Yang Qian took out the letter left by the sloppy old man and handed it to Master Chen.

Master Lichen took the letterhead, his eyes only glanced at the handwriting on it, and said, "I know all this." ”

"That senior only asked me to come to you, but he didn't explain why, so ...... I'm a little confused, and I'm a little curious. Yang Qian looked at Master Chen, but saw that Master Chen also happened to be looking at him.

After the two met for a short time, Master Lichen said: "This matter has to start from five years ago. ”

Master Lichen took a deep breath, but his expression was much more solemn.

"Five years ago?" Yang Qian's brows suddenly furrowed.

Five years ago, he was still the young master of the Divine Pavilion, and the scenery was infinite. Five years ago, my father was alive and well. Five years ago......

Recalling many past events, Yang Qian couldn't help but feel a little sad. But after the sadness, it was even more confusing.

Five years ago, I didn't know the sloppy old man at all, and I didn't have any intersection. Why did Master Lichen say that he started five years ago?

"Surprised, right? If it were me, I would be confused......" Master Lichen probably saw a little bit of his thoughts from Yang Qian's expression.

"Before I tell you what happened, I'm going to show you something." As he spoke, Master Lichen reached out and took out a delicate and small cloth bag from his arms, and at a glance, he knew that the price was expensive.

He slowly opened the cloth bag, then took out a letter box, opened it again, and pulled out a curly, yellowed letter.

"Let's see." Master Dust handed over the letter.

"This is ......" Yang Qian looked at Master Chen suspiciously, and took the letter with the encouragement of Master Chen.

"Open it and you'll understand." Master Dust didn't say anything more.

Yang Qian nodded and slowly opened the letter.

It's just that when he saw the handwriting on the letter, Yang Qian's body shook suddenly.

Then he trembled violently, his face suddenly turned pale, and his expression changed from doubt, to shock, to deep sadness.

"This, this is ......" Yang Qian's hands holding the letter couldn't help trembling, and the majestic and tall figure of his father Yang Dingtian appeared in his mind and smiled at him.

The figure of my father, so close, and so far away.

Yang Qian wanted to catch him, but the next moment, the figure disappeared again.

Yang Qian stubbornly held on to the handwriting on the letter.

That's not the handwriting of his father Yang Dingtian, who is it?

He will never admit his mistake!

A drop of hot tears dripped from the corner of his eye, and his eyes were hot, as if there was a flame burning.

Who said that men don't shed tears, but they haven't reached the sad place!

When I saw my father's handwriting again, it was as if my father was still in front of me, and he never seemed to be far away......

Yang Qian was excited and sad.

I don't know how long it took, Master Lichen's voice sounded in my ears again, "I can understand your mood at the moment, but it's all in the past, isn't it?" Master Lichen paused, and then said, "Perhaps, you should see what is written in the letter." ”

Master Lichen's voice pulled Yang Qian back to reality from his past emotions, and he quickly held back his tears, his expression serious, and began to read the handwriting that was somewhat blurry because of the passing of time.