When the wind reached autumn, he began to be irritable, and instead of kissing the skirt of the red flower, he tore the green tree's gorgeous clothes. Either overnight, or in the middle of the moon, the leaves fall like snow.

A leaf, fluttering from the branch, like a wounded butterfly, stumbled and swooped to the ground. Ignorant and dazed, leaving the embrace of the green tree, the leaves are frightened and begin to wander aimlessly, looking for another place to live.

Falling down to the fields and stumbling along the fields, but the crops full of decay, why not the corn sorghum with its head held high in the past? Once upon a time, I greeted them from afar on the branches, but now, have they also lost their homes?

The search was fruitless, and I continued on the road, and the fallen leaves flew over the wilderness, skimmed over the mountains, rode horses, and swam across the rivers, but the scene of the sun on my back and the spring flowers blooming in the blue and falling in the blue no longer existed, was it lost? And where are you left behind? Is there still a chance to get it back?

Straight and tired, the fallen leaves did not give up. It floated down to a courtyard, and the bluestone wooden stakes in the courtyard were as cold as cold. Yellow hair hangs down, standing in the courtyard. The child picked up the fallen leaves and said to the old man, "Master, the year is coming to an end. Look, the leaves are falling. ”

The old man took the fallen leaves, rubbed his skinny palm against the child's head, and muttered, "Yes, year after year, Master is old." ”

The child's eyebrows were clear, his roots and bones were clear, and when he heard the old man's open-minded and not sad tone, he laughed.

"It's okay, the apprentices have grown up, and the apprentices carry you."

The old man smiled without saying a word, put the child's head around his waist, and the young man raised his hand, and the fallen leaves flew away.

Gradually, the autumn wind rose again, picking up a bunch of desolation.

……

Ju Feng left the mountain col house in a daze, and took advantage of the night lights to go to the back mountain. A few naughty eggs with good deeds, hurriedly gobbled up the dinner, came out to hide behind the wooden stake of ordinary martial arts practice, peeked into the room of the master from afar, and saw the appearance of Ju Feng's soul, and didn't know what was going on inside for a while.

Yanhuang is still the same, and many furnishings are the same as back then, so Jufeng is naturally familiar with this path, and the ancestral hall of the back mountain is like a forbidden place for other brothers and sisters, but it is a place where children and the elderly often watch the fallen leaves.

Along the way, Ju Feng's mind is full of old things, those things are like old wine, the more aftertaste, the stronger the taste, so that I don't know when, Ju Feng actually trickled.

This old wine is not on the top, but it is heartwarming.

I don't know when, when the moon arrives at the lintel, Ju Feng comes to the ancestral hall, looking at the brand new door in front of him, and the orphan stops.

The love of parents is precious and strong, but Jufeng has never experienced it deeply. But he is not an emotional hairy boy, although he is quite unhappy with his father's crown career, but he can understand the emotions that the late old man wants to express but is difficult to express, so he has no hatred, and he does not have much nostalgia, just a lot of sadness.

My father didn't always accompany him, but the old master was a character in every memory of his childhood. The phrase "love for a long time" is not limited to couples, but also for Ju Feng and the elderly. Therefore, when Ju Fengfu heard that the old man was about to die soon, the tearing feeling in his heart was even worse.

The feelings for the father are in the blood, but the feelings for the old man are inscribed in the depths of the heart.

The old man doesn't have much time left, and it stands to reason that Jufeng shouldn't be patrolling here, but if he doesn't tidy up his mood, will he burst into tears if he really pushes the door open?

Ju Feng was sad and still hesitating, but the old people in the ancestral hall opened their mouths first.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you're still afraid that Master won't be able to beat you?"

The sound is not hurried, not tepid, like the warm wind of spring blowing on the snowflakes of the shallow winter.

Melt at the touch of a button.

……

The wind enters the house, the light is bright, the second floor is the sage of the sect, the first floor is placed an incense shrine, and the hall enshrines a word, which is the word "Yan Huang".

Under the incense shrine, there was an old man who was described as withered, sitting cross-legged on a futon, and slowly knelt down in front of the old man.

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Although Ju Feng spent a lot of time brewing outside the door, how could he know that the sorrow was like a flood, and it was better to be sparse than blocked, at this time, even if he was an unborn genius in Yanhuang City, it was still difficult to suppress.

The old man barely opened his somewhat cloudy eyes, as if he could see the person clearly, his eyes narrowed into a slit, his face was wrinkled, and his smile was full.

"Where's the lateness? Haven't I died yet? Originally, I was relieved that I had regrets in my life to be perfect, but now I feel that only perfection is not regretful. Huh"

The old man laughed as he spoke, and Ju Feng was even more sad when he heard this, but he couldn't go on like this, so he endured the tide in his heart and built a strong flood embankment.

The tears gradually stopped, and the old man's eyes opened and closed, closed and opened, and muttered.

"Is the lockdown okay?"

Ju Feng nodded, thought about the words that Uncle Zheng left to himself after his father's death, and then thought about the faceless monument and the sharp knife that was caught to death by Hai Dongqing in front of the monument, and confirmed: "I died not long ago, the only regret is that I didn't see me get married and have children." ”

The old man paused for a while, and then smiled hesitantly: "That's it, what I said earlier still makes sense, life is perfect if there are regrets." ”

"Is the Falcon alright?"

"The beast is very good, but now it is fat again, and its claws are getting sharper and sharper, and now it seems that it is not a problem to fight a lion and a tiger and a forest giant snake."

Ju Feng talked about Hai Dongqing, and finally showed a hint of joy on his face.

The old man smiled and said, "That's good, that's good......"

When he lived in the closed city, he went out when he was young, traveled all over the world, first met his mother, and then arrived at Tianxing, the master saw Hai Dongqing's heart at that time, and formed a good relationship with the closed city, saying that it was so that the children who lived in the closed city could enter the master's door as a closed disciple, so there was a later situation.

The master's name is Master Xuanzhi, who is the head of the Yanhuang faction that has been passed down to this generation, and now the old man who squats on the futon.

Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders......

Ju Feng went up the mountain, and Politeness, Hua Xueyue and Weisheng Chuyang stayed below, and after greeting the senior brother, they were arranged by everyone to live in a room. The night was long, and the two knew that if they didn't send the master away, Ju Feng would definitely not come out. It's just that it's getting late tonight, and it's no longer convenient to go back and inform a few people.

The child of Chuyang has walked this long way, and he is tired of falling asleep. Hua Xueyue and politely stood in the small courtyard, chatting casually by the hazy moonlight.

"The people of this Yanhuang City are simple-hearted, and you martial arts practitioners are not all as sharp and noisy as you."

politely embarrassed, "I'm an alternative in Yanhuang City." People who practice martial arts pay the most attention to their mental nature, and if their mental nature is not good, it is impossible to make great progress in practicing martial arts. ”

Hua Xueyue solved Situ Yu's troubles, and her mood slowly became better, and the little woman's posture was even more even worse between her words, and the moonlit night was endlessly beautiful.

Politely thought that he shouldn't be silent, so he casually talked about some topics.

"Don't underestimate these senior brothers, they are all first-class masters, I am in their hands, and I can't hold on for two minutes."

"Oh?" Hua Xueyue turned her head and glanced at politeness playfully, politeness was seen creepy, but she refused to glance at her head.

"What do you mean, it looks like I'm weak? They're just older. Besides, martial arts pay attention to experience, how can I have any experience, you know how rich Shen Lu's experience is, he is the warlord who drove a warship to attack the mountain. People who have lived all their lives, what do I compare to them? ”

Hua Xueyue saw what she said politely, but later she became more and more unconfident, and couldn't help but say, "I didn't say anything, what are you excited about." After saying that, he smiled.

Seeing that he had been fooled, he couldn't hang up more and more on his face, so he had to deal with it casually: "Hehe, let's talk casually, hehe, hehe......"

(To be continued)