"Senior ......" Seeing that the white-haired man's face was a little emotional, Yuan Yang couldn't help but call softly.

The white-haired man turned his head away, and the grief on his face gradually faded, only to hear him say: "Mo girl, in this life, after all, she is trapped by love......"

Yuan Yang also felt that the white-haired man's voice was sad, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so the two were silent for a long time, only to see the white-haired man turn around and squat on the ground picking herbs.

Yuan Yang was not idle, and immediately walked to the white-haired man's side, slowly squatted down, and also helped him pick herbs.

"Senior...... Did the seniors live here all the time? Why did I come here for more than a month before I found out that there were other people here? Yuan Yang asked cautiously.

The white-haired man finally gave up, the grief on Shicai's face was completely gone, he looked at Yuan Yang, and said, "I have been living at the bottom of the cliff, if I remember correctly, it has been decades. ”

"Then what should I call you...... Yuan Yang muttered quietly, and he kept calling his seniors, but Yuan Yang still wanted to know what the name of the white-haired man in front of him was.

Yuan Yang's soft words were heard by the white-haired man, but he did not answer, but took care of the medicinal materials in the bamboo basket by himself. Seeing that the white-haired man didn't speak, his face sank slightly, and his eyes fell on the white-haired man's body, he was really not old, although the white hair hung down to his waist, his whole body was also very beautiful, not like the old man.

Yuan Yang really didn't know what to call the person in front of him, if he called him grandfather, wouldn't it be a bit too ......

Yuan Yang pondered for a long time, and finally shouted with a smile: "Uncle! ”

The white-haired man was slightly stunned, turned his head, and said with some disbelief in his eyes: "What do you call me?" ”

Yuan Yang smiled, and said a little hesitantly: "I don't think my predecessors are old, although they have white hair, it is impossible to call you grandpa, so I will call you uncle." ”

The white-haired man was stunned again, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly: "If you talk about seniority, you have to call me a ......" Speaking of this, he actually paused, and after being silent for a long time, he sighed slightly, shook his head and said: "That's it, I have nothing to do with the Yunji faction right now." ”

Yuan Yang couldn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask more, and heard the white-haired man say: "My name is Xiao Qingyu, you can call me whatever you want." It's just something outside the body, so what's it called, hehe. After speaking, he smiled.

"Xiao Qingyu ......" Yuan Yang called softly in her heart, and then raised her eyes to look at Xiao Qingyu, only to see that his face was peaceful, she didn't know what to call better than the word "uncle", so she planned to stop calling him anything else, just keep calling him uncle.

"Your name is Yuanyang?" Xiao Qingyu asked lightly, but the voice was still so good.

Yuan Yang nodded again and again, and said, "Uncle, my name is Yuan Yang." ”

Hearing the word "uncle", Xiao Qingyu couldn't help but be stunned again, but after a moment, his expression was still kind: "Yuan Yang wants to go to the bottom of the cliff?" ”

Yuan Yang hummed and admitted: "Every day I look at the bottom of the cliff from the top of Ziyi Cliff, the sea of clouds is surging, and the fog is layered, but I can't see what kind of scenery the bottom of the cliff is. This morning I saw the mountain road leading to the bottom of the cliff, hazy shrouded in clouds and mist, and the curiosity in my heart could no longer be restrained, so I had the courage to explore the bottom of the cliff, but who knew that halfway through, I met you, uncle......"

"Be courageous? Does Yuan Yang feel that the bottom of the cliff is dangerous? Xiao Qingyu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The breeze blew, and the white hair fluttered, like an immortal, and the white hair was three thousand feet long.

Yuan Yang grinned and said: "I've never been there, this Ziyi Cliff is also very deserted, so I think the bottom of the cliff may not be so lively, so I think it is like a wilderness, very dangerous, but I can't stop being curious, I still want to go and see." ”

"You're going to the bottom of the cliff, and you can't get to the bottom until the sun sets." Xiao Qingyu looked at Yuan Yang peacefully, and said, "If you walk." ”

Yuan Yang opened his mouth and whispered, "The distance is so far? I thought I was halfway there. ”

Xiao Qingyu smiled softly, looked at the Yunsheng sword behind Yuan Yang, and said, "Since you have a flying sword, why don't you learn the art of imperial sword?" ”

"I just entered the early stage of psychic not long ago, and I still can't learn the advanced techniques of exorcism such as Edgeworth. If it weren't for Mo Bichen's predecessors to pass on my Yuan Force, I'm afraid that I would still be stuck in the realm of quenching my body. Yuan Yang lowered his head and whispered.

Xiao Qingyu nodded, turned around, and said, "At the bottom of the cliff, you should not go today." ”

Yuan Yang was surprised, frowned, and asked, "Why?" ”

What's at the bottom of the cliff? Why didn't Xiao Qingyu let Yuan Yang go to the bottom of the cliff? Yuan Yang was very puzzled in her heart, and she desperately hoped that Xiao Qingyu could answer her words.

The wind whirred by, and the two of them stood quietly like this, the wind whistling in their ears, and even the heartbeat and breathing could be heard clearly.

"When you can resist the sword, go to the bottom of the cliff to find me, and at that time, maybe I'll give you something." Xiao Qingyu smiled and glanced at Yuan Yang, then waved his hand casually, a sword shadow flew by, and in the blink of an eye, Xiao Qingyu disappeared in front of Yuan Yang's eyes.

"Uncle!" Yuan Yang hurriedly shouted, and then looked around, but where did he find Xiao Qingyu?

Yuan Yang gasped, he didn't expect Xiao Qingyu's spell to be so high, and before Yuan Yang could see what Xiao Qingyu's flying sword looked like, his whole person had already disappeared with the sword.

"When you can resist the sword, go to the bottom of the cliff to find me, and at that time, maybe I'll give you something." Xiao Qingyu's previous words were still echoing in Yuan Yang's mind, and after a long time, his voice dissipated in Yuan Yang's mind.

Yuan Yang thought, such a beautiful voice is like singing, and I don't know what kind of scene Uncle Xiao Qingyu will be when he sings the song?

Yuan Yang was fantasizing, while leisurely turning back the same way, listening to Xiao Qingyu's instructions, she naturally did not dare to go to the bottom of the cliff without authorization, "When I can resist the sword one day, I will go down to find the uncle!" Yuan Yang muttered to himself, and he was also motivated at the moment, hoping that he could learn the art of the sword as soon as possible.

Returning to the top of the cliff, Yuan Yang crossed his legs and breathed on the edge of the Ziyi Cliff, feeling the breeze coming from the bottom of the cliff, thinking that this Zi Yi Cliff is not the only one who lives alone, there is still an uncle living under the cliff, and the loneliness and loneliness before Yuan Yang has become a lot lighter.

In the days to come, Yuan Yang worked harder than usual, except for the days of eating and sleeping, she used it to practice, several senior brothers of Aoki Yuan took turns to send food to Yuan Yang, seeing her so hard to cultivate, they were worried that her body could not withstand it at first, so they persuaded each other, but in any case, Yuan Yang was still so hard, and then they simply didn't care, every time they delivered food, a few words of greeting, a few words of entrustment, and then they also rushed back to Aoki Yuan with a bamboo basket.

Now that she has entered the realm of psychics, she is not very familiar with the control of spiritual power, so when she meditates and refines her body, Yuan Yang naturally has to practice "Ten Thousand Trees in Spring", "Withered Leaves and Flying Flowers" and "Biqing Sword Technique".

Every day, Yuan Yang lived the days of cultivation, eating, and sleeping, and although it looked boring, Yuan Yang seemed to be completely immersed in it. Every time she has a small breakthrough, Yuan Yang is ecstatic, even if it is only a little bit of progress, and she is familiar with the moves, she regards it as a rare progress.

The days passed unconsciously, in a blink of an eye, time flickered, it was three months that passed, seeing that it was the wax moon season, the sky was cold and frozen, and Yuan Yang felt more and more that his purple cliff had become cold, all day long, the cold wind was howling, and the surrounding grass and trees had become depressed, and the green onions were no more.

On this day, Yuan Yang finally endured the cold and walked out of the cave, standing on the edge of the cliff, and saw Ji Yeli walking up with some winter luggage. Fortunately, there are a few senior brothers to take care of it, and if I want to come to Ji Yeli for fear that Yuan Yang will be frozen, he will prepare so carefully.