The sect master touched the smooth patch on his head, and could not hide his excitement. His eyes swept over the fairyland-like scene, swept over the fairy grass swaying on the earth, and the sparkling fairy lake, looking into the distance.

He seemed to be able to see the faces of the two geniuses of the Spiritual Root, just as he had been expecting day and night. He began to look forward to the faces of the old guys who were stubborn and only admitted to selecting talents from the family after seeing them. "It must be exciting!" He thought.

As the head of a sect, he knows too well the importance of recruiting talents, only in this way can he maintain the vitality of a sect like a source of living water, instead of being like those "old schools", self-blockade and traditional conservatism. "Three months." The sect master's lips trembled with excitement, "It's not a long time, it's not a ...... Too long. ”

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At home, You Jiao'er's mother, the gentle woman who was as gentle as water, was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks. The water was rushing up, but You Mu's mind was not here, as if she was worried and happy. You Jiao'er's father, the uncle, was sitting upright in his chair, thinking about something.

A day ago, You Jiaoer told her parents about the opportunity to become an immortal. She actually already has the answer in her heart, but she still needs to report it. The uncle felt that this was a glorious thing, but he was reluctant to let his daughter leave, and he was very sad.

The uncle followed this matter and knocked on Wen Jin's matter on the side, which caused You Jiao'er, who was smart in Bingxue, to be coquettish for a while. At that time, You Jiaoer dragged her uncle's arm and shook it around, and sprinkled in a tone that the uncle could never resist, accompanied by lively giggles.

And now, You Jiaoer closed the door of her room, sat casually at the desk, and reached out to take out a piece of stationery from underneath. The letter was spread out, and it was yellowish, like a dead leaf curled up in autumn. She picked up a thin brush from the side, the barrel of which was slender.

She pressed the pen against her chin, tilted her head slightly, and her black hair flowed down like a waterfall, covering half of her face. Winking playfully, she looked thoughtful, "What should I write?" It's annoying. She thought to herself, muttering as she spoke.

Thinking about it, she suddenly came to inspiration, held the brush, and put the pen into words without hesitation. The wind was blowing, and the letter rattled, and her hair was full of green silk. The sun shone through the window, shining down on her attentive face, on the ink-scented stationery:

"Mom, Dad, I don't know what you think, but I've decided. I want to become an immortal, this is the result of the little girl's own decision, I want to become an immortal, because I am tired of the mundane life, and I don't want to have the fate of marrying someone I don't like after all. ”

"Hey!" She wrote arrogantly, "What's the point of that? The little girl is looking forward to a magnificent life! How exciting it is to become an immortal and fly with an imperial sword. The world, which was originally only in the mouth of Mr. Storyteller, appeared in front of the little girl like this, I must seize this opportunity! As she writes, her face glistens in the sun.

But then, hesitation and reluctance appeared on her face. Dipping it in ink, she continued: "Mom, Dad, I know this is a difficult decision for you, and it is for me too. I don't know how many years I have been there, and I don't know how many times I will be homesick. ”

She tilted her head, bringing herself into the feeling of being far away from home and homesick, and her eyes turned red unconsciously. It became so difficult to write at this time, but she gritted her teeth and insisted on writing: "You must be happy!" My daughter will come back to see you often! When I am successful in cultivating immortals, I will come back, honor you, and never leave again! ”

A tear fell, You Jiaoer gritted her teeth, tried to hold back, and cheered herself up in her heart: "You Jiaoer, you are a person who wants to become an immortal, you must hold back, you can't cry!" She puffed out her cheeks slightly, folded the letter, put away the brush, and pushed away the chair.

She stretched out her hand, placed the letter in the most prominent place in the room, and when it was ready, she lowered her head and kissed it gently. Walking to the door and thinking about it, she leaned sideways against the wall next to the door, peeked out secretly, and saw her parents discussing, and their eyes were wet with each other. She finally couldn't help it, crouched down against the wall, buried her head and cried.

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Guo Ke smiled and helped his lame mother to sit down, glanced at his father, who was shaking his head and reading the bamboo book, whispered back, entered his room, and gently closed the door. Scratching his head, he drained his pen and paper and sat upright in his chair.

Holding the fine brush, after thinking carefully in his mind, he moved the brush and wrote the standard small block on the paper: "Mother, father, remember what I told you, there was an immortal who invited me to cultivate immortals?" I'm really sorry, but I agreed without consulting you. ”

Dipping it in ink, he continued: "Cultivating immortals means separating from you, and I have never made such preparations. I beg your pardon for not being a sincere and courageous person, even with the best parents in the world. ”

"I know that I am timid, sensitive, and sometimes a little cowardly, but I believe that choosing to cultivate immortals is the bravest decision I have ever made. Chasing dreams shouldn't come at the cost of giving up family affection, and I did the hardest thing I thought about in my life. ”

Dip it again and bite the pen shaft: "Please believe that no matter where I go, my heart will always be here, in this home." When I become stronger, I will heal my mother's foot injury, I will let you live longer than Nanshan, and I will protect my most cherished family. ”

"Dad, take care of Mom, you also know that Mom has bad legs, take her out for a walk. Don't look at the sunset, look at the morning sun more, read less books, spend more time with your mother, and go outside to see more, the most beautiful scenery in the world is not seen in books......"

A tear fell to the ground, Guo Ke wiped his eyes, folded the paper, and put it on the desk. Carefully arranging his clothes, he hesitated at the door for a long time, and finally walked out of the door, smiling as if nothing had happened, and walked to his parents.

In the middle of the day, bursts of laughter came from Guo Ke's house.

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Wen Jin crossed Erlang's legs and sat on the chair, a smile on the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he remembered something, and his smile gradually fell silent, turning into a trace of sadness. He stood up and paced around the room.

Slowly stopping, Wen Jin took out a piece of paper from the shelf, put it on the table, and took out another pen, as if he was about to put it down, but he paused for a long time. I don't know what I remembered, a tear fell, fell on the paper, and turned into a puddle of wetness.

Three people, three tears, mixed into a trace of crystal.

With a sigh, putting away the pen and paper, Wen Jin walked out of the house, standing with his hands in his hands, and the light sprinkled on the white robe, like frost.

The sun is just right.