After speaking, Su Yunshu turned around and left with his sleeves brushed away, his eyes were sharp and firm, without the slightest nostalgia.

No one knew that from the Dust Washing Mountain to the Imperial Capital, such a long distance, it only took him half a day to Su Yunshu.

There are no spirit beasts, no frames, no formations.

The road of tens of thousands of miles was completed by his own feet.

The spiritual power kept running until it was covered in dust and dew.

Nor did he have a moment of rest.

Xu is self-evaluation is good, Xu is very confident, Su Yunshu was only thinking at the time, hoping that the third uncle and father would allow him to go to Xiao Ran.

In that case, it doesn't matter what Hongxuan elders or what closed disciples.

He didn't care.

However, after all, he was still a little younger.

Even the third uncle can't compete with the enemies of the Su family, let alone himself?

That would only cause trouble for Xiao Ran.

So, Su Yunshu hurried overnight and returned to Xichen Mountain.

As soon as he stepped into the mountain gate, Su Yunshu saw Elder Hongxuan standing not far away.

Hongxuan, dressed in a cyan robe, stood on the top of the mountain, and the mountain wind blew his half-bundled black hair and wide clothes, with a bit of the smell of independence from the world.

Hearing the footsteps, Hongxuan turned around, a kind smile appeared on his gentle face, "Back?" ”

Su Yunshu lowered his eyes and nodded silently.

"So ······"

Hong Xuan paused, smiling kindly, tolerant and wise, he continued to ask, "What is your decision?" ”

Su Yunshu raised his eyes, glanced at Hongxuan quietly, took a deep breath, knelt down in front of Hongxuan, and kowtowed respectfully.

"Yunshu, meet the master."

Su Yunshu's clear voice fluttered in the mountain wind, lingering with echoes.

The mountains were vast, the mountain wind was cold, and Su Yunshu's gaze was extremely firm, flashing with an inexplicable light.

The empty mountain is lonely, and the dust washing mountain has a strong aura, with some magnificent atmosphere.

Occasionally, birdsong disturbed the soft clouds in the sky, and the mountain wind blew up half of Su Yunshu's black hair.

blew away the confusion in Su Yun's eyes.

blew away the attachment in Su Yunshu's heart.

So, the deepest scroll of the heart was turned up one after another.

The ink is dripping.

The words are sonorous.

Elder Hongxuan of Xichen Mountain accepted Su Yunshu, the third son of the Su family of the Eastern Dynasty, as a closed disciple and taught him what he had learned all his life.

Later, Su Yunshu's status in Dust Washing Mountain became higher and higher.

Although the Su family is not as prosperous as before, no one can shake the profound heritage, coupled with Su Yunshu's outstanding performance, Su Yunshu is on par with Yao Zinian in the Dust Washing Mountain.

Several elders liked this young disciple very much, and all the disciples also respected this junior brother very much.

Su Yunshu almost spared no effort to learn everything that could be learned, almost mad to cultivate, all the time.

When the long sword was stained with blood and covered in scars, Su Yunshu would always chuckle and mutter, "Su Yunshu, this is not enough. ”

"The Su family is waiting for you."

"Xiao Ran, waiting for you."

The red blood stains at the corners of his mouth carried a bewitching meaning, Su Yunshu gritted his teeth, and his sharp eyes dimmed the stars in the sky.

Brilliant and moving.

After another period of time, Su Yunshu got the news that Miss Seven had returned.

At that time, Su Yunshu was discussing swordsmanship with several senior brothers, and after seeing Su Wenhe's letter, he couldn't help himself with excitement on the spot.

It's been fourteen years, Xiao Ran, and finally came home.

Su Yunshu's serious eyebrows and eyes for a long time finally slowly relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his clear face, and his expression was flying.

When several senior brothers saw Su Yunshu like this, they couldn't help but shudder, thinking that Su Yunshu's cultivation of swordsmanship had gone crazy, and hurriedly came up to check his pulse.

Su Yunshu put away the letterhead, frowned, and was a little puzzled: "What are you doing?" ”

"Senior brother, you just ······ What's wrong? ”

Why are you suddenly happy like that?

When Su Yunshu heard this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, and there was warmth in his usually indifferent voice, "Because, my family Xiao Ran has gone home." ”

After speaking, without looking at everyone's blank expressions, Su Yunshu put away his long sword and left with his sleeves brushed.

I wanted to rush back immediately, but Hongxuan sent him a task at that time.

Su Yunshu had no choice but to press his eager heart and leave Dust Washing Mountain with a few junior disciples.

However, before that, Su Yunshu still brought something to Su Yunran.

It also took a lot of thought.

Su Yunshu usually talks little, focuses on cultivation, and doesn't have much contact with people, so naturally he doesn't know what girls like.

For this, Su Yunshu specially asked a few female disciples, and after a few deliberations, he entered the depths of the Dust Washing Mountain, and when he came back, he was holding a sapling in his hand.

This sapling grows in the depths of the Dust Washing Mountain, and has been nourished by an extremely rich aura, and it grows well.

Su Yunshu set up a formation, carefully preserved the sapling, and sent a personal secret guard to send it back to the Su family.

To his sister who hasn't met yet.

Su Yunran.