The Chebiaolou on Mt. Akina is brightly lit, and it is still the same on a snowy night, like a guiding light in the dark, and you can see those lights in the dark clouds and mist when you stand at the foot of the mountain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Che Biao Lou was originally the residence of a head named Che Wenbiao thousands of years ago on the Autumn Mountains, and then after his death, this two-story building was naturally abandoned, and then the house on the Autumn Banner was slightly tight, and this two-story building temporarily became a place to deal with official business, and named after the predecessor of the Autumn Mountains, and the three words of the Che Biao Building have been used since then.

This two-storey small wooden building is built on the high side of the mountainside of Mt. Akina, and there are red maple forests on all sides, but in winter, you can't see the red maple leaves that spread all over the mountains some time ago, only bare dead trees.

The moonlight reflected the crystal light on the snow, and the bare trees and small buildings in the woods were particularly clear, and the figures on the second floor could be clearly seen through the lights and window paper.

He Xingge sat at the desk on the second floor, carefully reviewing some documents.

The head of Qiu Ming Mountain has always needed to deal with large and small affairs inside and outside the sect, and Qiu Ming Mountain, as one of the three top sects in Beihai, controls many states and counties in Beihai, so naturally there are a lot of information and processing documents collected every day and every month.

The ink rolls were piled up on the desk, and they looked particularly scary, like a small mountain.

He Xingge had to carefully review and clean these documents within a few days, which was a considerable amount of work, and he was already a very serious and focused person, so naturally he couldn't even care about sleeping.

Fortunately, cultivators are not ordinary people, and if they don't sleep for a few days, they are just a little sleepy, and their bodies can still withstand it.

It stands to reason that these tasks should be handled by the head of Qiu Mingshan, but He Xingge's master Lu Qingfeng has never been good at handling this kind of official business, and he is also lazy, so he handed over all these tasks to He Xingge.

Moreover, his second apprentice was originally cultivated as the next head, and he was also the only one of the three apprentices who inherited the complete Qiuming Mountain Dao system, so it was most suitable for him to be the next head of Qiuming Mountain.

Everyone in the world thinks that if an outstanding disciple like Chen Bufan is destined to become the next head of Qiu Mingshan, but in fact, it is not, at least neither Lu Qingfeng nor Chen Bufan himself thinks so.

Compared with the eldest disciple, the head of Qiu Ming Mountain feels that his second disciple, who has always been strict with himself and knows how to be knowledgeable, is more suitable to inherit the position of the head of the family, and Chen Bufan, the senior brother of Qiu Ming Mountain, said to Lu Qingfeng very early on that his temperament is too leisurely and lazy to inherit the position of head at all, and the second junior brother has always been rigorous and serious, meticulous in his work, and he is also the only one who has completely inherited all the inheritance of Qiu Ming Mountain.

If Lu Qingfeng still had doubts, when Chen Bufan made all this clear, he made a decision to pass on the position of head to He Xingge, even if on the surface, in terms of talent, He Xingge was much inferior to the senior brother Chen Bufan or the junior brother Lu Yu.

Night was falling.

Soon the sky in the distance revealed a hint of fish belly white, and dawn was approaching.

He Xingge, who was fighting at night in the dark night, finally reviewed the last ink scroll, he breathed a sigh of relief, and some fatigue appeared between his clean eyebrows.

For him, it is also very tiring to go through these painstaking documents with such dedication.

There is a lot of information in these ink scrolls, there is information that records the whereabouts of some demon sects, and there are some solutions for dealing with frictions between large and small families, and naturally it is inevitable that it will occupy a lot of space about Li Molan.

Thinking of the young man who always drank and chatted with him in his memory, He Xingge rubbed his eyebrows helplessly and tiredly.

At the beginning, he felt that Li Molan's future would inevitably lead to heights that were unattainable for others, but he didn't expect that this old sword immortal descendant would cause such a big storm so quickly, whether it was the matter in the tomb of Yubei, or the subsequent killing outside Lin'an City, or the bloodbath of the Yang family in the ink scroll, it was like throwing a boulder into a pool of stagnant water, which could cause huge ripples.

"Good luck. ”

He Xingge thought that the young man was probably dying at this time, so he could only send such a blessing across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, looking a little pale and weak.

Turning over the last ink scroll, it seemed to be a piece of information, He Xingge was slightly stunned.

This stunned was not because there was something shocking in the intelligence, such as the collapse of the Guanxin Valley that made him almost jump in shock a few days ago, but because he saw something familiar.

There is a picture on the ink scroll with something like a pendant, and a word is clearly engraved on it.

"Ho. ”

He Xingge couldn't help but read out this word, and suddenly remembered something, revealing a shocked look.

He touched his waist, and a few seconds later, he took out the jade pendant that he had been wearing since he had been peeing.

The characters are exactly the same, and even the jade pendant is extremely similar to the ornament on the picture.

At first glance, this jade pendant is exactly the same as the ornament on the ink scroll.

That was the source of his shocked look.

Yes, he is an orphan who was picked up by the senior brother on the edge of the Luofeng River when he was a child, picked up on the mountain, and became the master's apprentice. In the small flower basket that Chen Bufan found him, in addition to the young He Xingge, there was another thing, that is, a jade pendant, a jade pendant engraved with the word He, similar to some kind of token.

Obviously, relying on this jade pendant, there may be a chance to find his family.

He Xingge has always thought so, but even with the help of Chen Bufan, he searched all the cultivator families surnamed He in Beihai, but he failed to find his relatives, and Luo Fengjiang's master Lu Qingfeng even walked back and forth, and did not find too many clues.

A jade pendant with a inherited surname does not necessarily represent a family, it may just be an inheritance treasure of an ordinary family, it may be a stolen goods that were stolen and sold by a thief, or even a relic left by an old beggar to the little beggar before he died.

These words were said to him by the elder brother.

This is very reasonable, because there are too many inconceivies and coincidences in the world, and there are too many people with the surname He, do you want to go through all the people with the surname He?

So He Xingge gave up the idea of finding his biological parents, returned to the mountain a year ago, and practiced on Qiuming Mountain wholeheartedly, without distractions, and the speed of cultivation increased sharply.

But now, why did this jade pendant appear in his eyes again?

Is it really God's mercy that wants me to find my relatives?

He Xingge inevitably guessed these possibilities, the fire of hope in his heart burned, and his eyes were full of hope.

Hopeful or disappointed, at least now the clues appeared in front of his eyes for the first time in so many years.

Then he can't miss this opportunity.

He Xingge took a deep breath to calm his mood, and his eyes fell on the snow in the night outside the window.

The snow was crystal clear, white and shiny in the moonlight, and his heart was very nervous and excited at this moment, and then there was a lot more tiredness and restlessness.

No matter how worried you are, you have to take a look.

He lowered his head and looked at the scroll carefully, reading every word on it clearly.

What, this He family is just an ordinary family, not even a big family?

What, there are demon monks in Hejiazhuang, and the villagers are in danger?

He Xingge looked at the words on the ink scrolls, and his eyes gradually showed restlessness, but he quickly calmed down again, and his eyes regained their calm after a long time.

He sorted out the documents and stacked them together, and put the information and official documents in a separate group, and then walked downstairs to Che Biao, and soon walked outside the building, and came to the empty snow.

Surrounded by bare tree trunks, lacking in life.

He Xingge walked out of the snow, and the direction was the residence of the head of Qiuming Mountain.

After dozens of breaths, he came to his master's house.

The residence of the head of Akinayama is not a gorgeous pavilion or a luxurious courtyard, but a very ordinary small thatched hut.

In front of the small thatched hut, He Xingge stood still, then bowed down and saluted.

He didn't speak, he stood there very quietly, and it didn't take long for the door of the hut to be pushed open, and a middle-aged Taoist walked out of the hut with a calm expression.

He Xingge knew his master's character, and without waiting for him to ask, he directly clarified his intentions.

Lu Qingfeng, the head of Qiu Ming Mountain, stood in the snow and looked at his second disciple calmly, was silent for a while, and said, "Go and ask your senior brother." ”

After saying this, he turned around and went back into the house, not knowing if he hadn't slept enough, and wanted to squint for a while.

He Xingge nodded, saluted and left again, only this time he did the master and apprentice ceremony.

Then he flew away and walked halfway up the mountain.

It wasn't long before he reappeared in another place.

It's still a snow forest, but at the end of this snow forest.

It's a mountain cliff.

On a bright moonlit night in the sky, there is a faint dawn in the distant sky, which clearly illuminates the scenery on the cliff and the villages and towns at the foot of the mountain.

He Xingge walked to the edge of the cliff and calmly looked at a big stone on the edge of the cliff.

The elder brother of Akinayama Mountain was half lying on the boulder that was not stained with snow at the moment, his legs dangling in the void, and he looked very leisurely.

He lay back on the boulder, facing the starry sky, seemingly completely devoid of the awe he should have for the heavenly firmament.

He Xingge was the first to speak this time: "Senior brother." ”

Chen Bufan was lying on a boulder, a scroll with a brush spread out on his stomach.

His whole person was very lazy, and even his voice was extremely lazy: "Second junior brother." ”

"I'm going down the mountain. ”

"Oh, let's go. ”

"I'm going to find out where I came from. ”

"Oh, let's go. ”

"I might have to fight some Demon Monks. ”

"Oh, go over there. ”

Chen Bufan repeated the sentence three times with a lazy smile from beginning to end.

If it is someone else, repeating this sentence continuously when talking to others, it is easy to give people the illusion that he is talking back, but He Xingge knows his senior brother very well, and he knows that this is completely literal, and there will be no hidden knife in any open and secret laughter.

And the senior brother always has a faint smile on his face, very gentle and kind, so that people can't have any sense of dislike and fear, and this feeling has always been very comfortable.

He Xingge had a smile on his face, and bowed to his senior brother quite seriously before leaving.

Then he went to another cliff, found his little brother Lu Yu, and said goodbye to him.

After saying goodbye to them, He Xingge finally showed a happy look, and walked along the mountain road, in the early morning light, to the foot of Qiuming Mountain.

In the early morning of this day, He Xingge, the second disciple of Qiu Ming Mountain, carried an iron knife in a white robe, and went down the mountain again. (To be continued.) )