The young man on the couch slept groggily for three days and three nights, just like Lin Yan was going to sleep for three days after becoming a demon, during these three days, many of them were originally looking at Mo Xianmen, but in order to save their lives, the Nanmian Immortal Lord was driven out of the children of Wangmo Xianmen and returned to the Immortal Mansion, cleaning up the mess, and wanted to establish Nanqing as the new immortal lord - although the Nanmian Immortal Lord was gone, but Wangmo Xianmen would always continue. The Nan Mian Immortal Lord only has the son of the Nanqing Immortal, although the Nanqing Immortal chose to quit the Immortal Gate more than 30 years ago, but now he doesn't come to be this Immortal Lord, who can do it? But the Nanqing immortal still refused without thinking about it, although he couldn't give a reason to refuse, Jing Chang was his cousin, and he knew his temper the most, since he couldn't give a reason to refuse, it means that he knew very well in his heart that this immortal master, he had to be, and he refused at the moment, but it was just because he wanted to refuse, but he was still mentally prepared, and he didn't feel very recognized for this immortal gate and the position of this immortal master.

He knelt in front of the coffin of the Nanmian Immortal Lord for three days and three nights, and asked Jingchang to help take care of Jingjie. For three days and three nights, without eating, drinking, or resting, he knelt there, looking at the cold coffin, repeatedly recalling the words that Qingyun had said to him, and the words he had said about his father's uncomplaining and unrepentant actions. In the past few days, many other people from the immortal sect have come to mourn, there are some immortal lords and immortals with great reputation, unless it is the king of Hades who personally invites them, otherwise they will never step out of their immortal mansion half a step, and there are also some immortals who have usually seen the demeanor of the immortal lord of Nanmian, or have listened to lectures in Wangmo Xianmen, and the immortal disciples who have a good impression of Nanmian immortal lord or Wangmo Xianmen also came to mourn, but they were all rejected by the immortals of Nanqing, even if it was Xuanran and Xuanyou, and even the immortal lord of Xuanjiang stood at the door of the immortal mansion and waited for a few hours, The Nanqing Immortals would not show up, let alone let them in, but they just faintly replied - the current situation of the Moxian Sect is really not suitable for hospitality. Nan Qing felt in his heart that his refusal was definitely not because on that day, Xuan Ran and Xuan You did not come here before Nan Mian Immortal Lord was stabbed to death, because sending charcoal in the snow is not a rule or a tradition between the Xianmen families in Kyushu, and it is not even a virtue - the fairy world of Kyushu has really been realized, and the indifference between everyone is indifferent. Nan Qing refused, purely because he felt that even if he met, there was nothing to say, at most he would listen to some words of comfort, or praise his father's exploits during his lifetime - and these things have always been useless, to accept the pity and comfort of others, it is better to save this time to think more, how should he live next, and what will Mo Xianmen do in the future.

Moreover, the Nanqing Immortals are now full of Nanmian Immortal Lords, and their minds are full of the young man who has already remembered the past.

kneeling for three days and three nights in a row, not eating or drinking, and in such a sad and sad mood, no one could bear it, Nanqing On the morning of the fourth day, other immortal cultivators had already gotten up one after another, came to the mourning hall, and when they participated in the daily worship, Nanqing finally couldn't stand it and crooked slightly.

"Southern Qing Immortals!" Those disciples surrounded and looked at Nanqing, looking anxious and scared.

"It doesn't matter." Nanqing was awakened by their shouts for a moment, and then waved his hand at them, indicating that he was fine.

When those junior disciples saw his expression, they were actually a little angry, and they were more angry than worried and distressed: "Nanqing Immortal, now I want the Mo Immortal Gate to rely on you to support you, so I should pay more attention to my body!" Go back and take a break! ”

Nanqing originally wanted to refuse, but he was too lazy to argue with those juniors, nodded, and then was helped back to his dormitory. When he went back, the young man was still lying on the couch, quietly, Nanqing walked to his side, sat down slowly, shook his hand, and then combed his hair, Jingjie, who was asleep, was very well-behaved, he would no longer be willful, nor would he be reckless, everything was arranged by Nanqing, Nanqing looked at Jingjie, and even had a little expectation, he didn't wake up, in this way, Jingjie can always be by his side, always well-behaved and obedient, and will never sneak into trouble again, and then provoke Nanqing to worry for a long time. The boy grew a little beard slightly, and he didn't wake up to eat for three days, the boy actually lost some weight, but his facial features were still delicate and good-looking, and Lin Yan at the beginning, there was no difference at all, but looking at his eyebrows and eyes, he felt that it was a little different from when he met him on the road, at that time, Jingjie was pampered by others and grew up, and he was born in Xingyungang since he was a child, carefree, but now Jingjie, there is actually a little more melancholy and hatred between his eyebrows and eyes, as if he knew his past- I want to vent all the anger I have endured.

Nanqing looked at him, and then found that Jing Jie's hand suddenly understood.

Then Nanqing's heart tugged. Nan Qing blinked, thinking that he had made a mistake, and then looked at Jing Jie again, and the index finger of his left hand was very obviously hooked.

The boy slowly and slowly, opened his eyes, and then Nanqing saw the whole process of his waking up, stayed there, couldn't say a word, the young man revealed his black eyes, which were still the same clear and bright, but the things in his eyes made him feel a kind of familiarity after a long absence.

"Master." The young man looked at Nanqing, looked at it for a long time, his eyes slowly turned red, slowly became moist, and when he shouted the sentence "Master", his voice was hoarse, I don't know if it was because he hadn't spoken for too long, or because of the entanglement and excitement in his heart.

Nanqing looked at him and wanted to respond to him, but he didn't know what he should call that young man.

"Master, I'm Lin Yan." When the young man said this, he was very calm, not at all the slightest bit uncomfortable, or surprised, or unacceptable, he probably just wanted to tell the master that he was back, and hoped that the master would call his name again as before.

"Lin Yan?"

"Hmm, Lin Yan."

"Lin Yan, Lin Yan ......" Nan Qing muttered to himself, as if he was calling himself, because of this name, he had not called it for too long, in front of Jing Jie in the past, he never dared to mention this name, because he was afraid, not only afraid that Jing Jie would feel that what Nan Qing valued was actually Lin Yan, not himself, he was just a substitute for Lin Yan, Nan Qing would also be afraid, he lived a chic life in the eyes of others, in fact, he knew everything about himself, and he was obviously not clear.

The two of them just looked at each other speechlessly, with red eyes, and until now, they didn't even dare to shed tears, because they were very afraid, this tear had flowed out, things couldn't stop, tears couldn't stop, memories of the past couldn't stop, and those sadness couldn't stop.

"Master, I'm also Jingjie." Lin Yan looked at Nanqing, he already knew everything clearly, in the three days and three nights of sleep, he figured out a lot of things, he also had a lot of dreams, his past in the dream, his present, was completely displayed, Lin Yan knew that his reincarnation was Jingjie, Lin Yan was also in a dream, thought about it for a long, long time, and did a lot of ideological struggles, until now he figured it out, in fact, he and Jingjie are the same person.

A tear flowed out of Nanqing's eyes, and then it was quickly wiped away.

"Master, I want to drink lotus leaf porridge and eat squirrel fish." It's just Jingjie, or Lin Yan, the favorite craftsmanship of the Southern Qing Dynasty, it's all this.

"Okay, I'll do it." Nanqing nodded, and then he realized something, and immediately stopped it, because he found that with a little head, tears would flow out. Nanqing laughed and wiped her tears as she ran out of the room to the kitchen.

Lin Yan slowly made it himself, then looked around, and saw that the crooked and unevenly colored porcelain vase that he had made by himself before was placed on the bedside table, where Nanqing was within reach, and then he couldn't help crying, then laughed again, and then began to laugh and cry.

He felt like he had wandered around for a long, long time in the outer years, and then finally came home.

When I went home, things changed a lot, things were wrong, but the Master was still there and never forgot him. Master's quilt, or the unique fragrance of plants and trees on his body, the layout of the hall, or his favorite simple style, the bed is very hard, Nanqing has always liked a harder bed, but probably to make Lin Yan sleep more comfortable, deliberately moved a few mattresses, some messy spread under Lin Yan's body, on the case in the distance, burning incense, asking this taste, is the sandalwood that the master has always used, the whole room is clean, calm aroma. There are not many things in the main hall, but the books on the case are stacked very high, all kinds, weapons, art of war, immortal arts, medical skills, illusions, music scores, everything, when Nanqing is fine, he just hides in the house, drinking tea while reading books, in the past, Lin Yan often joked with him, saying that during the rainy season, if the master can not go out for five days, there will definitely be mushrooms on the top of his head.

Lin Yan looked at everything around him, and then said lightly: "It's good to go home." ”

Lin Yan sat there for an hour, and then suddenly smelled the fragrance coming from outside, he turned his head and saw that Nan Qing was standing at the door, holding a plate, and there was a squirrel osmanthus fish in the plate, and drinking lotus leaf porridge, Nan Qing's face was stained with ashes, probably because he was too excited in his heart, he was originally a very careful and steady person, but he would be in a hurry like this.

"Let's eat, have you waited for a long time?"

"Well, I'm so hungry."