In Floating Leaf's fantasies, he should be a popular person in the Temple of the Moon. But the distance between reality and dream is light years.

When I read the diary, I felt that the owner of the diary lived happily on the West Mountain every day, but after experiencing it myself, I realized that he was living a life like a year.

He has been neglected for many years, like an Antarctic penguin named Doudou.

Facing the contempt of all the senior brothers, Fushengye warned himself that it was all the fault of his predecessor and had nothing to do with him. He has made the perfect plan to mingle with the entire West Mountain in the short term. The next thing he has to do is slowly integrate into the collective.

The main book of Wenxuan Pavilion is more than a year old, and he is the cultivation teacher of the floating leaves. Fushengye followed the route in his memory to the second floor of Wenxuan Pavilion, and met Master Yanzhong in front of the west window as he wished.

On weekdays, Yanzhong is always in front of the copywriter near the west window, shaking his head and shaking his hair in a high bun; While brushing his beloved goatee, he annotated the ancient scriptures.

The former Xiangxiong Shizi described in his diary that he was a great teacher, rigorous in his studies, and rich in learning. But as soon as Fusheng Ye and Yan Zhong took a look, they found that this bad old man with triangular eyes on his face was mean by nature, moody, and had a bad stomach.

"Master-" Fusheng Ye held back his inner thoughts and bowed to Master Yanzhong.

Yan Zhong stroked his goatee and said without raising his head: "I will soon not be your master!" ”

Fushengye was puzzled, the bad old man said this, could it be that he was about to die? If the bad old man is dead now, if nothing else, Fushengye will succeed him as the chief bookkeeper of Wenxuan Pavilion.

But the bad old man in front of him was full of red face, full of energy, and the more he looked at it, the more he hated it, but there was no sign of a dying person.

Fushengye thought again, could it be that he recognized the wrong person. He looked at the old man in front of him again and again, and felt that he didn't recognize the wrong person.

Gen Yanzhong took out a piece of letterhead from under the text and handed it to the floating leaf with one hand. He said in a contemptuous tone, "With the message you just received this afternoon, you will soon no longer be the son of the Zhangxiong Division!" ”

Floating leaves were shocked when they heard this, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. He respectfully took the letterhead with both hands, unfolded it tremblingly, and read it silently.

In the letter, the White Horse King of the Xiangxiong Department counted the three major sins of the floating leaves in the past ten years. First, it is unwise to consume a lot of family wealth without making any progress; Second, not replying to the letter of the White Horse King for a year is unfilial; Third, he has never completed the assessment task assigned by the family, which is disloyal.

Three of the seven assessments of "loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and faith" caused dissatisfaction among King White. The Ye Family Council of Elders has decided to deprive Fusheng Ye of his qualifications to inherit the prince of the Zhangxiong Clan, and at the same time revoke the title of his son and demote him to a commoner.

Once this decision is issued, the floating leaves must return to the Yip ancestral hall within one month to lodge a complaint with the Council of Elders.

If the Floating Leaf fails to return to the Ye Ancestral Hall when it expires, or if the appeal fails, the Elders' judgment on him will take effect immediately. The King of the White Horse will then formally apply to the Red Golden Khan Ramosa to canonize the new prince of the Zhangxiong tribe to inherit his royal title.

At that time, the floating leaves will change from the noble Shoo Shizi to a cloth cloth.

After coming out of Master Yanzhong, Floating Leaf didn't know where to go. To complete the mission of this trip, to a large extent, he needs the identity of the prince of Zhangxiong as a cover.

Losing his status as the prince of Zhangxiong and becoming a commoner will deprive him of many opportunities to contact the upper echelons of the Moon Temple. This will be very detrimental to the development of his mission, and he will slowly lose his usefulness.

If the task is not completed, he will become a useless person, will the coalition government continue to spend energy on him? Will they treat him like an outcast?

Now is the critical moment when the reincarnated spirit child is about to be selected. Before Ren Jie Qi'er became a young master, his task was not completed.

As for the final selection of the reincarnated spirit child, he himself did not know how much of a role he could play in it. The Moon Temple is thousands of miles away from the gathering place of the Zhangzhung tribe. There are 100,000 mountains and vast primeval forests in between.

If you want to make a detour to the Pingchuan region of the Central Plains Empire to reach the ancestral land of the Zhangxiong Tribe, it is at least a few thousand miles away, and it will take three months to complete.

Walking the trail through the 100,000 mountains and primeval forests in a straight line, you can reach the ancestral land of the Zhangxiong Department in a month. However, this route is very dangerous. The primeval forest has a large area of miasma, a paradise for poisonous insects and beasts, a forbidden area for humans, and countless cannibal tribes are scattered in the 100,000 mountains.

An explorer once said a saying about primeval forests and 100,000 mountains: outside you may be the proud elder of all spirits, and here you will only be food that will walk upright.

Fushengye decided to give up the opportunity to appeal to the ancestral land of the Zhangxiong tribe. Because even if he could overcome all difficulties within a month, he successfully crossed the primeval forest and the 100,000 mountains to reach the Ye ancestral hall of the Zhangxiong Department. He may not be able to appeal successfully.

Although he didn't know much about the current situation of the subject, he knew that once such a major decision as abolishing Chang Liyu was announced, it would be difficult to turn around. The elders' meeting to give him the opportunity to appeal was just a show of following the procedures given by the ancestors. The probability of his appeal being successful is almost zero.

When he returned to his bedroom, he found that the former prince of the Elephant Hung had pressed a thick stack of unopened letters neatly at the bottom of the box.

Those letters were letters from King White to his family. It seems that the king of the white horse did not wronged him.

And from the diary, it can also be found that the former Shoobu Shizi was promoted to the reserve master book five years ago. Now, all these years later, he still has a spare master book.

The guy who doesn't want to make progress, because he knows that he will leave here sooner or later, he has to do everything to get by, and he doesn't think too much about his successor at all.

Seeing the mess left by the previous lurker, Fushengye couldn't figure it out, and sat weakly at the head of the bed and let out a desperate cry.

At this point, the floating leaves who had calmed down could only stay in the Moon God Temple and watch the changes.

Because rash action may make him lose contact with the upline.

He now knows that the downline is Renjieqier, but he hasn't seen who the upline is.

"If you come, you will be safe!"

Fushengye said to himself: If you don't know where to go tomorrow, think about how the sages dealt with the same confusion.

Famous sayings that can be sung for thousands of years are like a lighthouse that will guide you to find your way home.

On the first night of coming to the grandmother star, the floating leaves had a good dream. When he woke up, he felt a little cold, and the rain and wind outside last night didn't prevent him from getting a good night's sleep.

He is used to staying up late, either he doesn't sleep, and when he sleeps, he sleeps until he wakes up naturally.

He was so worried last night that he didn't know when he fell asleep. He didn't even take off his clothes, and the quilt that covered him in the middle of the night fell to the ground.

No slept can make a person grow up, and even after 700 years, he still hasn't broken the habit of kicking the quilt at night.

"It's cold!" Floating leaves complain. He suddenly became sad. In a trance, he remembered that when he was a child, he often kicked the quilt at night. But at night, mom or dad would always come in and cover him.

It's been so long, and my parents are long gone. He couldn't remember what his parents looked like, and he couldn't even remember everything that had happened before, but the scene of covering the quilt always lingered in his mind over and over again.

Countless times he woke up in his dreams. He knew it was a dream, but he didn't want to wake up. In his dreams, he chased after his mother who closed the door and turned away, wanting to give her a hug, but he always fell into the boundless darkness at critical moments. Then there was a sudden awakening.

"Mom, where are you? I'm so lonely! "The floating leaves prayed to the beams of the house.

No one knows about the child who lost his mother, and the mother is just a dream in a dream.