Lu He was tired, and she slept until the afternoon this night.

When she opened her eyes, her father, Master Lu, was sitting at the head of the bed, his eyes were the same love as before, he touched Lu He's head, smiling lovingly, Lu He felt like a dream.

"He'er, awake?" Father touched her forehead. Lu He smiled, held his hands and remembered, but found that he was weak.

"Lie down! You've got a fever, get some rest. I called a doctor for you, and the doctor said that you will be fine after taking medicine and resting for a few days. The father's tone was so gentle.

"I'm busy, you have a good rest." Lu He nodded obediently, and Master Lu tucked the quilt for her and left.

But this disease has not improved for a long time. dragged on for several months, and when Lu He was finally able to get out of bed and walk, Master Lu collapsed. This fell, and he never got up again.

Lu He knelt in front of his father's house and cried bitterly, begging to see him for the last time, but he was stopped by the concubine outside the door, his knees hurt on the ground, and the coldness gradually spread to his body.

At dusk, the wind and rain were raging, but Lu He was reluctant to get up, and her stubbornness did not allow her to admit defeat. Her clothes were soaked, her hair was sticking to her face, but she was still kneeling straight in the rain. Han Sheng couldn't bear it, so he hurriedly ran over to persuade her and held up an umbrella for her.

"Miss, why are you doing this, your body is important, let's go back first!" Lu He was silent, tears and rain dripping down.

After a while, a woman slowly walked out of the room. She wiped her tears with her handkerchief and looked at the kneeling man in the rain.

"You are not the master's daughter, the master has always treated you well, now that the master is gone, it is useless for you to stay here, you can go!"

Lu He was stunned, the words "not the master's daughter" echoed in the heavy rain for a long time, echoing in his mind, no, she was lying to me, she wanted to drive me away. Without waiting for Lu He to react, he was dragged by several family members and dragged out of the door, the door was closed heavily, and Lu He was shut out, Lu He knew that this door would never be opened for himself again.

The wind and rain are still relentless, wanton and invading her weak and helpless. These pains cannot be washed away with the rain. She fell heavily in the rain.

It wasn't just a few days after opening his eyes again, Lu He's small hands tightly grasped the corners of the quilt, curled up in the quilt, and tried to grasp the long-awaited warmth. The middle-aged man in white in front of him looked at her, his eyes showing love and distress. Lu He looked at him, although his face was a little thin, but it was angular, and the beard he had not only did not look old, but added a bit of steady handsomeness. A white dress and fair skin cover each other, like a fairy family coming out of the moonlight, with a little smoke and fire. That bit of love is commendable, and it instantly makes Lu He feel a little kind.

"Son, you're suffering." Bai Yan looked at Lu He, who had just woken up, and felt distressed.

Lu He didn't speak, and looked at him blankly with a pair of eyes. Didn't you meet an immortal, the immortal is too beautiful!

"You recuperate, and when you get well, I'll take you to Yinpu."

"Where is that?"

"You'll know when you go." Bai Yan straightened her hair and looked at her, "A very beautiful place, you will definitely like it." Instead, he picked up the medicine on the table and took it for her.

Before walking out of the door, he touched her forehead again, and carefully tucked the quilt for her. Lu He obediently closed her eyes, maybe it was the effect of the medicine, and she soon fell asleep.

Under the moonlight, everything is like a very clear and thin dress, and the night is so gentle, making people can't bear to sleep, reminding people of the quiet past. The past is the past, after all, it is over, gone, and drifted away like the wind. Bai Yan stood in the moonlight, and the white clothes were in the moonlight, soft and flying. He took out the jade flute, and in the moonlight, it was vaguely visible that the flute was engraved with the shallow word "Zhi", a song of broken intestines to sacrifice the past, a song of tenderness and heartfelt appeal, and a song of slight encounters and hopes. At the end of a few songs, I burst into tears, "Zhi'er, I found her, I will take good care of her." He muttered, as if to the nothingness around him, as if to someone who had disappeared.

The next morning, Lu He woke up very early, woke up, felt much better, after eating breakfast and taking medicine, Bai Yan asked her where she was still unwell, she shook her head, seeing that her complexion was also good, Bai Yanjue decided to go back to Yinpu.

"Let's go!"

The mountains and rivers are far away, but the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the scenery is beautiful. It was bumpy all the way, but fortunately, it was not noisy, but it was also enjoyable.

In the end, he walked by the waterway, Lu He sat on the side of the boat and looked at the unpredictable clouds in the sky, and there was a forest that could not see the edge, and a forest of peach trees was waiting to be released at the moment. The green mountains are holding the green water, and they are quiet.

"How far are we?" Lu He blinked and asked Bai Yan, who was silent.

"See the mountain ahead? Walk through the cave and you'll get there. ”

Lu He looked up ahead, and sure enough, there was a narrow gap in the mountain, how narrow was it? It looks like only a small boat is allowed to barely pass. There is some faint light inside, and it looks like there is a hole in the sky. But he couldn't get a glimpse of the world in the cave, and since he couldn't see it, Lu He simply didn't look at it, just staring at the floating water waves.

Suddenly, there was darkness in front of me, and it was in the cave, and after a while, the darkness faded and the light came. Lu He raised his head slowly, and the scene in front of him was like a fairyland.

Layers of stairs, straight to the mountain, white jade carved railing, white jade stairs lead straight to a white and flawless long hall, faintly some mist, around the long hall, like a fairy hall. The flowers and trees in front of the hall retreated to each other, until they retreated to the side of the long steps, all of which were fresh and elegant trees, Lu He followed Bai Yan, and walked up the steps. Due to the initial recovery from a serious illness and the bumps along the way a few days ago, Lu He was already tired and out of breath, she sat down, the cold steps, so comfortable, sitting like this, I don't feel like I want to think about it anymore. I didn't expect that it would be so hard, there were people who were so idle, building such a long staircase at the door of their own house, and they were tired when they went home, of course, Bai Yan did look like such a idle and boring person. was pondering, but felt that something was wrong, Bai Yan was looking at herself, and suddenly a pair of big hands reached over and picked her up. "Tired! I have forgotten that you have just recovered from a serious illness and the bumps of the past few days. Bai Yan walked steadily, Lu He finally felt a sense of relief, the feeling of being held by Bai Yan was a little warm and a little strange, but there was a deep sense of security, which made Lu He can't help but think of Master Lu, back then, he also hugged himself so warmly and gave himself all the tenderness.

The long steps have finally come to an end, counting it, there are about hundreds of steps, Bai Yan is holding her with some weight, she can be so easy and effortless, she is really a powerful person, Lu He thought. "Twilight, go, call a few disciples to the study, and say that I have something important." The young man dressed in white answered the call and retreated, Twilight? It's called Twilight! Pretty nice name. Bai Yan led her into the study, where the books are vast, and the walls are hung with the real works of famous artists, each showing its beauty, and the paintings are mostly fresh and refined.

"In the future, you will no longer be called Lu He, you will be called Bai Qingyan instead! I am your Master. ”

"Thank you, Master, Qingyan to meet Master." Although there are some flutes, the etiquette has not been forgotten. Being able to worship such a person as a teacher is also a blessing for several lifetimes. Qingyan, this name, whether it is written or read, is much better than Lu He, Bai Yan knows that a name like Lu He is probably only thought of by a layman like Master Lu. Although she is not very old, only nine years old, she is somewhat mature and steady, and has her mother's unique lightness, and there is a hint of stubbornness between her eyebrows. Although Qingyan can't tell all of her, it is enough to summarize her otherworldly temperament.

"Disciple Bai Jiangci," "Disciple Bai Chuzhong," "Disciple Bai Qianxi," "Disciple Bai Chuli," "Disciple Bai Siyu," "Disciple Bai Linchuan," "Meet Master!" A few disciples came over and bowed in unison.

On the far left is the eldest disciple, Bai Jiangci, tall, dark-skinned, a pair of eyes with some light, which looks like a down-to-earth and honest feeling, followed by the second disciple, Bai Chuzhong, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, looks like a little girl, followed by the third disciple, Bai Qianxi, a pair of apricot eyes, and the eyebrows are also faint, but it gives people a very beautiful feeling, the country and the city are probably just like that, followed by the fourth disciple, Bai Chuli, looks average, compared to the senior brother, it looks whiter than the senior brother, compared to the second senior brother, it looks rougher, the fifth disciple Bai Siyu, is a somewhat heroic woman, her eyebrows reveal a kind of fierceness, the sixth disciple Bai Linchuan, looks more delicate than Chu Zhong, a sense of transcendence, when the Shang Mo Master is like jade, the son is unparalleled in the world. Qingyan couldn't help but take a few more looks, but at a young age, he learned to be greedy for beauty.

Several disciples, who didn't speak, all looked at Qingyan, as well as the master.

What is it?