The winter morning was filled with thick fog, and the entire Lingyun Mountain was shrouded in it, and there was no human figure ten steps away, and the humid air was biting cold.

Cheng Yunhuan was in a state of excitement for the whole night, and before it was dark, he ran to the Bandit Pavilion, thinking that the early birds would have worms, but when he saw the depressed scene on the Bandit Pavilion, he couldn't help but have a feeling of going to the wrong place.

How could the residence of the elders be so messy? There were dead branches and weeds everywhere, if she hadn't been sure that Elder Xingrong lived here, she would definitely think that this was a deserted mansion in Lingyun Mountain.

Thick fog filled every corner, and there was not only a winter chill in the air, but also a slight smell of alcohol, Cheng Yunhuan couldn't help but cover his nose and frown.

At that time, Elder Xingrong was also decent, why was his residence so sloppy? And also...... Is this Elder Xingrong really the master that Yuwen Haoran arranged for her?

No one paid attention to her for several days, so it should be ......

In order to leave a good impression on the new master, she couldn't care so much, so she rolled up her sleeves and began to shuttle through the thick fog.

I wanted to surprise this new master, so ...... When I got to work, I didn't feel tired.

Even though the cold wind was blowing, her forehead was still covered with fine sweat, and her small figure kept shuttling back and forth in the thick fog.

As long as she thought of Elder Xingrong's expression when she came out to see this scene later, she couldn't help but smile, why work harder? As long as you can achieve your goals.

When the fog cleared and the sky was bright, the entire Bandit Pavilion had taken on a new look, and the dust that had been paved for hundreds of years in front of the door had become spotless under Cheng Yunhuan's skillful hands.

"Squeak-" sound!

The door opened from the inside, and Elder Xingrong didn't expect that when he woke up, the outside of the Bandit Pavilion would change drastically, and his eyes fell on the figure who was busy in the flower garden and almost recognized her as the incarnation of Ning Lan.

However...... When Cheng Yunhuan turned around with a pot of dead branches and grass, Elder Xingrong's face turned green.

Since Ning Lan's death, no disciple in the Bandit Pavilion has ever dared to come up and clean it privately, and today...... Cheng Yunhuan made the Bandit Pavilion change a lot.

If it is said to be shocking, then there is still it; If it is said to be happy, it is not necessarily.

Every flower and tree here was once taken care of by Ning Lan herself, and every corner of the Bandit Pavilion had her figure, Cheng Yunhuan took it upon himself to clean up this place for him, not only did not surprise him, but instead made him feel that his and Ning Lan's territory had been encroached upon.

The moment he saw Elder Xingrong, Cheng Yunhuan stepped forward without thinking about it, and greeted him with a smile, "Master—"

Standing in the backlight, the sound of [Master] brought his thoughts back to hundreds of years ago, every morning he would see Ning Lan weeding and fertilizing the flower garden, saying that she wanted to plant every corner of the Bandit Pavilion with her favorite flowers, so that Master could start a new day in the vigorous morning.

However...... Before she could fulfill her wish, she had already passed away.

Cheng Yun smiled and bent his eyes, thinking that he would get Elder Xingrong's exaggeration next, who knows...... A big hand directly knocked over the basin in her hand, accompanied by an angry roar, "Who asked you to clean it?" "Fallen dirt and some dead grass were all over the ground.

The sudden scene made Cheng Yunhuan a little stunned, she just helped clean the yard, and she didn't get a word, why is there such a big fire?