After a while, the red kite let go of him, got up and walked out, Qian Feng turned his head to look at the back that was about to disappear behind the heavy curtains, and finally found his voice: "Red kite, where are you going?" ”

The red kite stopped, looked back at him, her eyes were calm, no waves, only the tear mole in the corner of her eye loomed because of the backlight, like a crystal teardrop, she lightly opened her lips, and her voice was as ethereal as smoke: "Go find my master, I have made him wait too long." ”

"Your master......" Qian Feng muttered, and through the eyes of the red kite, he saw the light of the fire in the sky, and the fire spread unscrupulously, endlessly, as if it was about to engulf all things in heaven and earth. Qian Feng remembered a legend in Trumen, the former Sixth Elder, that is, the master of the red kite, was the only elder who did not die of natural causes since the establishment of the Trumen faction, and he died in a fire just to save one person.

The red kite turned her head away and stopped looking at him.

"Little Liu, from today on, you are the sixth elder of Chumen, and it is time to go to the mortal world to practice, and by the way, look for the next heir." After a pause, she continued: "I'm afraid, I'm only afraid...... Once you're out, you'll never come back. ”

The door opened and closed, and the footsteps faded away until they were no longer heard. Qian Feng still knelt on the ground and did not move, the sweet smell of Su Hexiang in the air began to cool as the person left, only the lights that burst from time to time reminded him of the passage of time.

After a long time, Qian Feng suddenly felt a little cold, he used his stiff fingers to tuck the placket of his clothes, then slowly stood up, and murmured: "Red Kite, you are playing tricks on me again, I won't believe you!" I'm not going anywhere, I'm just waiting here for you to come back. ”

Because he knelt for too long, his legs were a little numb, Qianfeng staggered to the door, and when he opened the door, he found that the sky was bright, and the breeze was blowing, and a room of crape myrtle incense was sent, and the robin was jumping around in the treetops, and the pointed beak was closed one by one, and he sang a pleasant cry diligently. In the distant sky, the white of the fish's belly was gradually turning red, and he knew that it was the precursor of the rising sun.

Qian Feng sat on the steps in front of the door, looking at the crape myrtle flowers in the distance, he thought, maybe the next moment the red kite will come out of the sea of flowers, and then knocked on his head and said, "Not bad! My Little Six has become smarter. ”

The corners of Qianfeng's mouth slowly curled, this is his home, almost carrying the memories of the first half of his life, and the scenes of the past are like a passing cloud, gradually emerging in his mind......

The place where the memory began was a cold and snowy place, he squatted in the cold wind and shivered, but he never refused to let go of the cold and stiff hand buried under the snow, it was his mother, who gave him all the cold clothes on the way to escape the famine, but he was frozen to death. At that time, Qianfeng's small body couldn't bear the blow of life and death, and he stubbornly thought: Rather than leaving himself alone to live alone, it is better to come clean with his mother, at least Huangquan Road will not be lonely.

Just as he was lying in the snow and dying, a fiery red came into his eyes, and the man squatted down to look down at his bruised little face, slowly stretched out a hand, and said softly: "Come with me, I'll give you a home." ”

As if bewitched, he slowly let go of his mother's hand and took the hand of fate.

Red Kite really brought him back to Truman as she promised, gave him a home, and for nearly two hundred years, she taught him martial arts, taught him to be a man, and everything he had was given by Red Kite. Although the red kite loves to bully and clumsy, he is extremely protective and has never let him suffer from others.

Like them, there are seven pairs of masters and apprentices like Truman. Truman has always adhered to the concept of one yin and one yang, one day and one month, and each elder is a master and an apprentice, a man and a woman, inherited from generation to generation.

The two have been together for many years, but now the red kite has left him behind. Qian Feng vaguely knew in his heart where the red kite had gone, that was the destination of every generation of Truman's elders, and one day he would go too.

Although Qianfeng was stunned for a while, he was not stupid, he just couldn't accept such a sudden thing, just like he was unwilling to let go of his mother's hand back then, and now he still doesn't want to believe that the red kite abandoned him like this.

However, the sun rose and the moon set, the sky was bright and dark, and it was dark and bright again, and Qian Feng sat there motionless for three days, and the red kite still did not come back. He finally believed that the red kite would not return.

Early in the morning of the fourth day, Qian Feng got up and went back to the house, and inspected the house where they had lived for more than a hundred years, and the shadows of him and the red kite could be seen in almost every place.

Qian Feng walked slowly, his hand touched the dresser, his footsteps stopped, and a mist rose under his eyes, in the past, when the red kite rose, he would tie his hair, and every time those strands of hair that seemed stubborn to him would become soft and obedient to the red kite's hands, let her slender jade fingers shuttle in it, and then she was deftly pulled into a bun and fixed with a green hosta.

Continuing to move forward, looking at the wind-blown messy paper on the bookcase, Qian Feng picked up a sheet and looked at it carefully, and the crazy handwriting of the red kite jumped into his eyes: If you want to give you red beans, why not spring.

After reciting it silently in his heart, Qianfeng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he remembered that when he first started to read and write, he always couldn't use a brush well, and the red kite scolded him for being stupid while teaching him hand by hand, and his slender palm wrapped his little hand, feeling warm.

Coming to the exaggerated bed, Qian Feng reached out and rubbed the brocade quilt on the bed, his tentacles were cold, and he had already lost its proper temperature. It's as if those days and nights are just illusions.

Raising his hand to lift the curtain against the wall, the moon was hanging quietly on the wall, the body of the piano was dark and flashing cold. Holding it in his hand and gently stroking it, this is the reward given to him by the red kite when he first learned martial arts, and it is also his weapon.

After being stunned for a moment, Qian Feng wrapped the moon in a cloth, carried it on his back, and finally stepped out of the door. When he went out, he turned left and went to the stable, picked up the red and white-fronted Lingshuang horse named Xiao Xiaoliu, gently rubbed the horse's head with his head, and walked towards the world with the rising sun. A person's life is too lonely, and he is afraid of loneliness, so he wants to enter the world to find an apprentice to raise.

The moment he walked out of Chumen, Qian Feng turned around and forgot to glance at it, and the last words left by the red kite suddenly echoed in his ears: "I'm afraid, I'm only afraid...... Once you're out, you'll never come back. ”

Qianfeng doesn't understand, but he just enters the WTO, he can go back if he wants to, who can help him. After a long time, he realized that the words of the red kite were actually a curse, and it became a prophecy, which showed the calamity of his life.