On the night when they first entered the Turtle Mansion, Xiao Cong and Ouyang Xun lived in Ouyang Xun's small courtyard, saying that it was a small courtyard, but in fact, it was a small broken mountain surrounded by a wall, and a few rooms were opened in the belly of the mountain.

Before dawn the next day, Xiao Cong went to the highest place nearby as usual to rely on the purple qi from the east to cultivate his purple eyes, and when he left, Ouyang Xun was still asleep, but when he came back, he disappeared, and asked a handyman who served in Ouyang Xun's small courtyard to know that Ouyang Xun was called away by someone sent by the master early in the morning.

Since he was called away by the master, and it was early in the morning, there must be something important, the matter between the master and the apprentice, Xiao Cong, as an outsider, is not easy to mix, in fact, he didn't want to care too much about anything at this time.

With a little memory of last night, Xiao Cong found the valley where he had stopped yesterday, it was morning, the sun was warm, the fragrance was gusting, the scenery along the way was dizzying, he felt that this place looked really beautiful.

"I'm afraid it's just a fairyland. Xiao Cong sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Standing on the top of the high mountain, his gaze extends from his feet to the distant mountains as far as his eyes can see, from the strange rocks, to the green trees and vines, to the forest sea in the valley, and finally to the distant mountains still hidden in the thin smoke tent like a shy girl, Xiao Cong's mouth opened slightly, and his eyes were full of softness and intoxication.

Then, he simply sat on the ground, and finally lay down on the smooth stone slab with a big grin, with Erlang's legs crossed, and his mouth kept holding an unknown grass that he pulled from his side.

What was it like for the warm breeze to blow through every bare skin? There were some words that stuck in his throat and made him feel a little uncomfortable, like the touch of his mother when he was a baby! Although he knew very well that he had never had that kind of real enjoyment, a trace of bitterness slowly and constantly diffused on the tip of his tongue, and in a trance he felt that he was becoming more and more greedy for this taste, and he sucked harder and harder, how to describe this bitterness? Maybe it's like my mother's milk, and even though I've heard people say that my mother's milk tastes so sweet, he still insists that it's like that's what my mother's milk is, yes, it tastes like I have tasted it now.

He lay there, his eyes squinted, with this strange smile on his face, a stick of grass hanging from his mouth, shaking up and down with the slight movement of his jaw.

He thought that he should be contradictory now, because he felt uncomfortable, as if he was bound in a close-fitting cocoon, no matter how he tore it, but he couldn't break free, but he just liked this feeling very much, and even felt that he enjoyed it very much, he felt that at this time he was like a newborn baby, forcibly wrapped in a thick swaddling cloth, he felt strange to the world, but the fear caused by strangeness was mixed with some inexplicable sense of security, it was precisely because of these inexplicable an

The full feeling made him muster up an inexplicable courage, and twisted his body vigorously, trying to get rid of this clingy bondage.

In contrast, he felt more relaxed at this time.

He smiled, and he kept smiling, and he wanted to fall into this paradoxical dream, and never wake up.

Gradually, the grass hanging from his mouth stopped shaking, but he was still smiling, his eyes that had been slightly squinted were now gently closed, and a mark of water extended from the corner of his eye to his sideburns, of course he did not know where the tears came from, and he was not even aware of them, because he seemed to have fallen asleep.

He didn't know when he started sleeping or how long he had been asleep, but when he woke up, the sun had risen just overhead, and the glare of the sun woke him up from that paradoxical dream, and made his brain even more drowsy because he had just woken up.

He rubbed his eyes and shook his head vigorously.

It seems that the sunlight that became strong in an instant, instead of making the scenery more clear, brought a kind of haze and drowsiness, which made people feel a kind of drunken and dreamy decadence. He felt that this was probably due to the slight restlessness of the aura due to the increase in yang power, and it was obvious that there was nothing to be appreciated here, so he stood up, tidied up his clothes, and then rubbed his face vigorously, and prepared to go home.

Returning to Ouyang Xun's small courtyard, he took out the array diagram he carried with him at the table, brewed a pot of high-quality "Luchun", sat quietly in front of the window, drank carefully, and the tea was curling, and Xiao Cong's serenity and tranquility were lined in the haze.

It's just that this quiet enjoyment lasted less than a pot of tea.

I vaguely heard the sound of footsteps from far and near, not that Xiao Cong was not focused enough when he participated in the research formation, but the footsteps of the comer were too loud, and every step was like stepping on solid ground with all the strength of his body, so he was afraid that he would not step on it steadily enough, so he had to take one step at a time.

Xiao Cong raised his head, just in time to see the little handyman who was serving in Ouyang Xun's small courtyard suddenly pushed the door in, and with his appearance, the door was slammed into the door panel next to it with a "bang".

"Fourth Young Master Xiao, the Hua Palm Envoy sent someone to let me take you to the Moon Spirit Valley in the north to live temporarily. ”

He stood there in a daze, speaking loudly, and he could clearly hear that his breath was unsteady, but he looked respectful.

Xiao Cong looked at him quietly for a moment or two, but he didn't say anything, after all, it was in someone else's mansion, and the little handyman was just grinning blindly, looking like a fool. Xiao Cong couldn't help but wonder in his heart - how could a young envoy be only assigned to a handyman, and he was such a hairy guy who didn't know how to be polite.

"Why did you go to Moon Spirit Valley, is there anything wrong with me living here?"

Xiao Cong asked.

The little handyman scratched his scalp, and after thinking seriously for a while, he replied:

"This ...... It should be that this is too simple, I am afraid that I have neglected Xiao Sigongzi, or that Yueling Valley is the hospitality place of the Turtle Mansion, and Xiao Sigongzi is a guest, so he should have lived there. ”

This guy doesn't even recognize his life!

Xiao Cong got up, lightly

Glancing at the little handyman at the door, now he seriously suspected that this guy not only had a physical problem, but also might not even have a normal brain, like the subordinates of the Xiao family, who were not silent, only resigned, and watched the faces of the master and the guests all day long, and this thing was still known in front of him, but vaguely Xiao Cong felt that he seemed to like this little handyman a little, because at their age, it was rare to be able to preserve a pure heart in the life of a major force。

He put away the formation diagram and said with a slight smile:

"Then I'll bother you to lead the way. ”

"Okay, Xiao Gongzi, please come with me. ”

(End of chapter)