Jian Song chuckled a few times and didn't answer directly, just spread his palm in front of the two disciples, on which were lying two pills quietly, glowing with spiritual power visible to the naked eye, quietly simmering.

"Xiao Ling is smart, but take this elixir first, and the floating dream will be solved."

Nan Shiyan stretched out his hand and took the two pills, one was stuffed into his little sister's mouth, and the other was taken by himself.

The pill melted in the mouth, and at that moment, there was a majestic spiritual power gushing out from the dantian, and there was a sense of comfort in the meridians of the whole body.

After a while, feeling the good aura around the two of them, Jian Songfang nodded with satisfaction, and his slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

"You have been asleep again for more than a year, and the floating dream has only been lifted today, recently you have paid attention to resting and resting, channeling the spiritual power in your body well, and then cultivating, don't be too radical."

Standing up and straightening the hem of his clothes, Jian Song looked at his two closed disciples and said with a smile.

"Come with the teacher, I know that you have woken up, and your Uncle Yingyue and Uncle Chumo have been waiting for a long time."

Su Yunran and Nan Shiyan glanced at each other, both of them had some doubts on their faces, but they also followed Jian Song's footsteps according to words.

Uncle Yingyue is an elder who specializes in puppetry, and he can be said to be a generation of grandmasters in puppetry, and the senior sister Tang Yu who gave him the puppet back then is the closed disciple of this uncle.

Uncle Chu Mo is an elder who majored in astrology in the sect, and in the same way, he is a must in astrology, and his status in the sect is extremely high, but he has no disciples, and he is very good to some juniors in the sect, as long as it is not a very out-of-the-ordinary thing, he is willing to connive at it.

When he arrived at Uncle Chu Mo's courtyard, Su Yunran felt the surging spiritual power, wrapped in bursts of cold air, almost completely enveloping the entire courtyard.

Suppressing the doubts in their hearts, Su Yunran and Nan Shiyan glanced at each other quietly, and followed Jian Song into the room that Uncle Chu Mo used for astrology on weekdays.

As soon as Fang stepped into the room, a familiar voice sounded, with an obvious smile, making Su Yunran and Nan Shiyan both feel a sense of being separated from the world.

"Xiaoling and Xiaoya are here?"

Following the sound and looking up, when they saw the snow-haired and white-clothed man, Su Yunran and Nan Shiyan both froze in place, their pupils shrank slightly.

Uncle Chu Mo······

There was a sudden pain in my heart, and those memories stranded in my heart were like a tide in an instant, drowning myself.

The Uncle Chu Mo in his memory is an extremely gentle man like a spring breeze, always dressed in white, and his black hair like ink is always scattered, but he does not look lazy, but gives birth to a bit of a proper feeling, soft but not feminine.

Su Yunran remembered that when he was very young, he often climbed onto Uncle Chumo's lap and obediently asked Uncle Chu Mo to comb his hair.

Uncle Chu Mo never tied his hair, but that didn't mean he couldn't comb his hair.

Not only does he know, but he also has good craft.

When he was young, he was also born with a cloud-like green silk, and he didn't know how to take care of it, and he often tied it up at will with only a hairband.

"Xiaoling, come to Uncle Shi."

Then, the little Duan Ling walked on his little short legs, jumped and jumped, ran to Uncle Chu Mo's side, let him hold himself to his lap and sit down, and took out the delicate jade comb to take care of the green silk that was often simply tied for himself.

Uncle Chu Mo's movements are very gentle, he will never tear all the pain, he will also have a lot of little girls' hairstyles, will tie a snow-colored hairband to Xiao Qianling, will tie a small bell to Xiao Qianling's braids, every time he combs Xiao Qianling's hair, he can make Xiao Jianling like it very much, and he is reluctant to take it apart when he sleeps at night.

At that time, little Duan Ling often sat on Uncle Chu Mo's lap, reached out to grab his soft black hair, and opened his mouth with a milky voice.

"Uncle Shi's hair is so good-looking, why don't you tie your hair up?"

Chu Mo stretched out his hand, held the little girl steadily, tapped the delicate little bell with his fingertips, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Shi is like this, isn't it good-looking?" ”

Xiao Qian Ling tilted his head, looked at Chu Mo, and nodded very sincerely.

"Uncle Shi is good-looking."

"That's it."

The slender fingers tapped the tip of the little nose, and Chu Mo didn't care about the hair that the little girl was dragging in her hand, conniving at the insignificant movements of her hands, and only smiled and spoke.

"The little bell is left for us Xiaoling, Uncle Shi is very good like this."

Xiao Qian Ling tilted her head and smiled brightly, and the little bell rang crisply with her movements, ringing for years after years.

Until the day before he left school, Uncle Chu Mo also combed himself with a hanging hair and tied delicate small bells on two braids, which were also engraved with complex lines, all of which were carved by Uncle Chu Mo with a knife and a knife.

Uncle Chu Mo made a lot of small bells for himself.

The crisp sound of the bell in my memory is still clear, and the face of the person in front of me is still as gentle as the spring breeze, but the black hair has been dyed with the color of frost and snow.

When cultivating to a certain level, the appearance of the cultivator will not change-why did Uncle Shi's snow hair come from?

No matter why, Su Yunran only felt that his eyes were slightly hot, and he felt very uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the huge consumption, how could that ink-like black hair turn into a snowy color?

Faintly, Su Yunran seemed to have noticed something, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

"Xiaoling?"

Chu Mo, who was dressed in white and snow-haired, stood not far away, looking at Su Yunran with a heavy face, but the smile on his face deepened a little, and his voice was gentle, as if he was coaxing a playful child.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, doesn't Xiaoling know Uncle Shi?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Su Yunran's black hair appeared in Uncle Chu Mo's mind again, and for a while, he was in a trance.

Sensing the change in the little girl's mood, Chu Mo sighed shallowly, stretched out his hand to Su Yunran, and said softly as he did when he was a child:

"Xiaoling, come to Uncle Shi."

Hearing this, Su Yunran paused, then raised his feet and almost ran in front of Chu Mo.

Chu Mo also opened his arms when the little girl rushed in front of him, and hugged Su Yunran, who was red-eyed.

"Uncle Shi."

With a low call, Su Yunran took a deep breath and rubbed his head against the placket of Chu Mo's clothes.

Seeing that Su Yunran, who was already fourteen years old, was still as soft and cute as when he was a child, Chu Mo's heart was suddenly soft and a mess, and he reached out and stroked the green silk like a cloud.

After finishing the sprinkling, Su Yunran poked out his head, reached out and pinched the strand of snow-colored hair, and whispered.

"Uncle Shi's hair ······"

"It's fine."

Gently patted Su Yunran's head, and smiled gently.

"Uncle Shi is like this, isn't it good-looking?" I want to talk about "The Master of the Medical Palace" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~