In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and Yuan Yang has been very dull these days, in addition to practicing hard every day, he is teasing Ah Hei to talk, but Ah Hei also ignores her, and Yuan Yang seems to have returned to the days when she lived alone in the Moon Sleeve Garden, but this is nothing, and it does not affect her mood of meditation and cultivation.

Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, thinking of last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, she is still on the Ziyi Cliff, and now that she thinks about it, she can't help but feel a little sour in her heart, but at that time, there was a person with her, although he and she were incompatible.

Thinking of what happened to Zi Yiya, Yuan Yang's mood could no longer be suppressed, and seeing that it was still noon, he drove the Yunsheng sword and flew in the direction of Zi Yiya. Ah Hei in the room just looked at the figure of Yuan Yang flying away, didn't say anything, and continued to close his eyes and sleep.

The breeze was slow, and a blue light quickly slashed towards Zi Yiya, and the human hair on the sword flew back with the wind, her clothes swayed, and her face showed a heavy heart in her heart.

Yuan Yang came to Zi Yi Cliff, and after looking around, the surrounding grass and trees were still the same, and the tree she broke before was still broken into two, lying there quietly, remembering that night Yuan Yang had just learned to drive away things, and at that time she drove the Yun Sheng Sword to force Feng Silence without hesitation, but it was a pity that the Yun Sheng Sword hit the tree.

Thinking about it, Yuan Yang laughed inexplicably, all kinds of memories would always make her laugh inadvertently, but it could also make her feel bored and sentimental for no reason.

"I don't know what the uncle is doing now...... "Yuan Yang frowned slightly, sighed slightly, and looked at the bottom of Ziyi Cliff, the clouds and mist were shrouded, the sea of clouds was rolling, and the scenery at the bottom of the cliff was naturally not clear, the cliff wind was blowing as before, the temperature on this Ziyi Cliff was much colder than Aoki Yuan, and Yuan Yang's body was cold, and she also remembered the "Xuanhuo Mantra" passed to her by Xiao Qingyu that day, and the coldness of her body was relieved after a while.

Running the Xuanhuo Spell, Yuan Yang no longer cared whether Xiao Qingyu wanted to see her or not, Wu Zi sacrificed the Yunsheng Sword, jumped on it, the blue light flashed, and one person and one sword quickly flew to the bottom of the Ziyi Cliff.

Layers of clouds and mist passed by Yuan Yang's side, a faint cool breeze blew on his forehead, Yuan Yang stared at the bottom of the cliff intently, and said in his heart: "I hope Uncle doesn't go out." ”

Coming to the bottom of the cliff, passing through the long-lost bamboo forest, this moment is no longer like the ice and snow of that day, the cold wind does not stop, but the bamboo forest is verdant, and the bamboo sea is fluttering and swaying with the wind, making a rustling sound.

Yuan Yang walked lightly to the bamboo house in the bamboo forest, stepped across the wooden bridge, the stream under the bridge was bubbling, the cool breeze was refreshing, quiet and serene, all of which made Yuan Yang's restless mood get a lot of peace.

When I looked up, I saw a white-haired man sitting lightly in front of the bamboo hut, weaving a bamboo basket with both hands.

With long white hair hanging down his waist, his beautiful figure lined with gorgeous clothes, and his eyes were full of tenderness, from his handsome face, it can be seen that his mood at the moment is extremely quiet and comfortable.

Yuan Yang was afraid that he would make Xiao Qingyu angry if he came rashly, so he moved a little in fear at the moment, and was about to speak timidly, when he heard Xiao Qingyu on the other side say: "Since Xiao Yang is here, come over quickly." The words were indifferent, but there was a little more tenderness.

Yuan Yang's body shook slightly, and his body walked forward a little abruptly, lowering his head and not daring to look at Xiao Qingyu, just standing beside Xiao Qingyu in a daze. I saw Xiao Qingyu weaving the bamboo basket with a peaceful face, and the green and slender bamboo strips shuttled back and forth on his slender fingertips.

"Why don't you speak?" Xiao Qingyu's beautiful voice sounded in Yuan Yang's ears, which made Yuan Yang's heart flutter slightly, and she replied hesitantly: "I'm afraid that my uncle will scold me." ”

When Xiao Qingyu heard this, he couldn't help but chuckle, raised his eyebrows, and asked puzzledly: "Xiao Yang didn't do anything wrong, how could the uncle scold Xiao Yang?" ”

Yuan Yang was overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "What the uncle said is true?" I thought that if I came here casually, my uncle would be unhappy. ”

Xiao Qingyu's eyebrows were full of tenderness, raised his eyes and glanced at Yuan Yang, and then continued to weave the bamboo basket in his hand, and said carefully: "I think you are still thinking about what I said that day." ”

"Yes, my uncle said that if there is nothing major, he will not let me come casually." Yuan Yang thought back to the words that Xiao Qingyu said to her when she left the bottom of the cliff that day.

Xiao Qingyu shook his head and sighed lightly, "I just said to come less, not to let you come." He paused, looked at the bamboo strip in his hand, and said, "Seeing that Xiao Yang's face is a little anxious, is there something on Xiao Yang's mind?" ”

Yuan Yang was stunned for a moment, then nodded, sat next to Xiao Qingyu, held his chin and said slowly: "Actually, it's nothing, too many things have happened recently, and my heart is a little uneasy." "I don't know why, Yuan Yang has to be much more down-to-earth in front of Xiao Qingyu, and he wants to tell him everything in his heart without concealment.

After hearing this, Xiao Qingyu looked sideways, raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth, his face was soft, and he said with a smile: "Xiaoyang is not young anymore, and now is also the age of sorrow." What are you thinking about, why don't you tell your uncle? ”

Yuan Yang's face flushed slightly, and he said in his heart: "What is the age of sorrow and bitterness...... Uncle can't see what strange I'm thinking. Thinking like this, Yuan Yang's heart beat faster and faster, worried that Xiao Qingyu would be able to gain insight into her little girl's thoughts.

"Uncle, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming." Yuan Yang hurriedly changed the topic, holding his cheeks and staring blankly at Xiao Qingyu's perfect jade face.

Xiao Qingyu's expression froze, and after a while, he curled his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Why did Xiaoyang suddenly mention this festival?" Don't you know that Uncle hasn't had this holiday for many years? ”

Hearing Xiao Qingyu say this, Yuan Yang realized that Xiao Qingyu has been living alone at the bottom of this hidden Ziyi Cliff for decades, and even many people in the Yunji faction don't know that he is still alive, for Xiao Qingyu, how lonely and lonely is this? Now that he is mentioning a festival like the Mid-Autumn Festival in front of him, I don't know if he has poked the scars left by his loneliness in the past few decades?

Yuan Yang's face was a little pale, and she felt that she had said the wrong thing, but at this moment she bit the corner of her lip and apologized again and again: "Uncle, I said the wrong thing, I'm sorry." ”

Seeing the nervous Yuan Yang, Xiao Qingyu couldn't help but feel pity, and immediately stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder gently, and comforted: "Uncle is fine, Xiao Yang doesn't have to be so nervous, is Uncle so terrible?" After speaking, he showed a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

Yuan Yang looked a little dazed, although the man in front of him had white hair, but his face was handsome, gentle and kind, except for this, even his voice was as beautiful as singing. Yuan Yang has always felt that Xiao Qingyu is not a mortal, but a god in the sky. Yuan Yang breathed carefully, grinned, and said, "It's good that Uncle doesn't blame him." ”

Xiao Qingyu snorted, and the bamboo basket in his hand was also all over at this time, the delicate bamboo basket was made very beautiful by Xiao Qingyu, it was safely placed on Xiao Qingyu's side, and it seemed that the bamboo basket was also smiling under the sun.

"Where does Xiaoyang plan to go in the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Xiao Qingyu's gentle voice sounded again.

Yuan Yang sighed, he didn't know what Xiao Qingyu meant by this, he didn't think about it, he opened his eyes wide and asked curiously, "Why did Uncle say this?" This Mid-Autumn Festival, I naturally spent it in Yunji. ”

Xiao Qingyu was stunned for a moment, as if there were some words on his lips, and he couldn't say it for a long time.

Yuan Yang looked at Xiao Qingyu with big eyes, waiting for his answer, and after a while, Xiao Qingyu said indifferently: "Xiao Yang doesn't plan to go home to see...... Take a look at Xiao Yang's mother-in-law? ”

"Ahh Yuan Yang let out a low sigh, his face was surprised and ashamed, and then said: "I've been apprenticed to the Yunji Sect for so long, and it's been almost two years, and I don't know how my mother-in-law is doing at home. Speaking of this, Yuan Yang's face was full of self-blame and guilt, "I only know about cultivation and cultivation, but I have forgotten my mother-in-law who has raised me for so many years, Yuan Yang is really ......."

Xiao Qingyu smiled and comforted: "Then go back to see your mother-in-law in the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, and spend a Mid-Autumn Festival with her." ”

After hearing this, Yuan Yang's blurred eyes lit up, the light flickered, and Shicai's sad face turned into a smile, "Really? I don't know that Master, his old man will not allow me to go down the mountain. ”

Xiao Qingyu pondered for a moment and said, "I believe uncle, your master will definitely allow you to go down the mountain." ”