The sky is full of snow, and the spring flowers of the Baiyun Sect are blooming.

After Zimo entered the White Cloud Sect, his eyes were full of memories.

The bluestone slab floor has been carved over the years, and it looks a little shabby, mottled with moss, and the insects and ants are happy.

Occasionally, a small grass or two sticks its head out of the cracks in the stone slabs, as if enjoying the afternoon sun, full of greenery.

He walked on the bluestone road that he had walked countless times, and he was in a nervous mood, like a wanderer who had returned home after many years.

I want to go home, but I'm afraid to go home.

After all, no matter how strong and ruthless a person is outside, how unchanging his face is in the face of tens of thousands of monks, and how vulnerable he is when he goes home.

Just like when he was an ordinary boy, he walked step by step to Ji Zhengtian's courtyard, where an old man was waiting for him, that was his master, the master who gave him a home when he had no cultivation.

Zi Chan and Xue Ningchen also seemed to feel Zimo's apprehension, and the two followed him quietly, not disturbing him to remember every bit of the past.

After the two disciples of the White Cloud Sect came to the sect, they hurriedly said goodbye to Zimo and the others, thinking that they had come to inform the head Jiang Youyou.

Ji Zhengtian's cultivation has made slow progress over the years, and coupled with long-term alchemy, his health has become worse and worse.

In fact, the main thing is to think too much, and worry becomes a disease.

He himself knows what his problems are, but when people are old, what can they do except miss and remember?

Ji Zhengtian, as usual, sat on the bench in the medicine garden, looked at the spiritual grass in the garden, and fell into memories.

His little apprentice has been gone for twenty years.

Twenty years is not a long time for a monk, but for those who wait, it is tantamount to a long time.

Ji Zhengtian still remembers that his little apprentice was here to take care of the spirit grass day after day, year after year.

No matter how hot the weather was, no matter how windy or rainy, no matter how sarcastic others were, he wiped his sweat, and then carefully and meticulously took care of the spirit grass.

Finally, he went into the house and memorized the books of the exercises that were useless to him.

Year after year, his little apprentice never complained, and never thought of giving up.

It's just that Ji Zhengtian occasionally sees his little apprentice secretly trying to condense his vitality in his room in the dead of night.

After failing again and again, his face was full of disappointment and unwillingness.

Then the next day it was like nothing had happened, and it continued to repeat the boring things.

Only once, Ji Zhengtian remembered that his little apprentice happily helped him to get the Yulu, but when he returned, he sat alone in the courtyard and looked at the spiritual grass in the garden in a daze all day.

Ji Zhengtian asked the reason, and he just shook his head.

It wasn't until many years later that Ji Zhengtian learned the truth of the matter from a gatekeeper.

After his little apprentice helped him get the money, it happened that the sect was recruiting disciples, and one of the women brought her son to participate in the sect test, Zimo saw that there were many people and went up to take a look, just behind the woman.

The ghost made Zimo stretch out his hand and pulled the woman's hand, the woman looked ordinary, thirty years old, she saw that she was actually a little hairy child who wanted to take advantage of herself, she couldn't help but scold, and finally added her fists and kicks with her son.

Zimo lay on the ground and let her beat and scold, as if it was really like what the woman said, and the little bastard also wanted to take advantage of her.

The disciple couldn't look at it, so he protected Zimo and pulled him into the distance.

Zimo was only fifteen years old at the time, how could he take advantage of others, besides, even if he took advantage of others, he would not be so visionless.

Although the woman's chest was swaying and she was quite material, she didn't say anything about the pockmarks on her face, and there was a smell of leeks in her mouth that made the people around her unable to open their eyes.

So the disciple asked Zimo why.

Zimo just lowered his head and was silent.

The disciple couldn't see that he couldn't ask anything, so he turned around and left, just telling Zimo not to do this kind of thing in the future, not to mention damaging the reputation of the sect, and he might be kicked out of the sect.

When he walked dozens of steps away, Zimo's somewhat panicked voice came from behind him, "I'm not trying to take advantage of her, I just think... I just felt that her back was a bit like the mother in my dream, so I couldn't help but take her hand, senior brother... Please... Please don't say it to anyone. ”

The disciple's heart trembled, he turned around and gave Zimo a bright smile, made a gesture to sew his mouth shut, and walked away quickly.

And when the woman left the sect, she couldn't understand why that thin boy would call herself softly.

Thinking of this, Ji Zhengtian sighed and listened to the apprentice next door

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Qing Qian was tinkling the food, he leaned on the back of the chair and narrowed his eyes slightly, habitually staring at the door of the courtyard.

This habitual action, he has maintained for decades, every day, I think it should be to prevent thieves from stealing elixir.

But this time, Ji Zhengtian's eyes suddenly widened, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if he wanted to confirm whether he was wrong.

Because he often sees such a figure, but in the blink of an eye, it is empty, and he turns from surprise to disappointment every time.

I saw that at the gate of the courtyard, which was usually only patronized by people who only asked for medicine, stood a handsome man with white hair and a green shirt.

The man's eyes were red, his lips trembled, and when his footsteps fell, he had already arrived in front of Ji Zhengtian.

"Master, the apprentice is back."

Zimo knelt on his knees, reluctant to get up for a long time.

Ji Zhengtian's hands on his knees were clenched into fists, and then he let go, he moved his lips and wanted to say something, but the words were just speechless.

He was afraid, he was afraid that he would stretch out his hands, and this little apprentice who had been scared for countless days and nights disappeared again.

In the end, when Zimo held his hands with his own hands, Ji Zhengtian's heart was shocked, and the old tears were rampant.

His little apprentice, who had been away from home for twenty years, had finally returned.

The suffering in the world is deep, don't wait for the white head to empty the hatred.

"Come and follow me into the house, your senior sister is still cooking, we will have a home-cooked meal together, I am happy for the teacher today, I want to drink more wine, the food in the restaurant is good, but after all, it is not as good as the taste at home."

Ji Zhengtian took Zimo's hand, turned around and walked towards the house, and kept muttering as he walked, "My apprentice is back, my apprentice is back..."

"Qingqian, guess who's coming."

Ji Zhengtian seemed to be more than ten years younger at this moment, and shouted mysteriously like a child.

"Who, master, shouldn't I have come to beg you for alchemy again? Just tell him I'll help him refine, and you can rest if you're not well. ”

"These disciples are really ignorant, knowing that you are not in good health, they still beg you to refine the pill every once in a while, if I want to say, you can't get used to them, if the junior brother is here, he will definitely not let you work so tired."

Speaking of this, Bai Qingqian's voice was low, and he seemed to sigh, "Don't talk about him, after leaving for so many years, don't say come back to see, no matter how good and big the world is, there are no relatives who are not." ”

said nothing, but Bai Qingqian still couldn't help but nag, "He, it's better to have cultivation than not to cultivate, without cultivation to be an ordinary person, and to be by your side, this cultivation will start to run around, one run is twenty years, your health is getting worse and worse, it's not because you think about him..."

"Shallow, don't talk nonsense, this is an old problem for me, and it's none of your junior brother's business."

Ji Zhengtian secretly glanced at Zimo and hurriedly opened his mouth to explain.

Zimo's eyebrows and eyes were lowered, making it difficult to see his face, but his heart was already like a knife.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, the meal will be ready soon, you wait a while..."

Bai Qingqian walked out of the room as she spoke, and she lowered her head to wipe her hands while muttering a few words.

I don't know if I am complaining that the master is protecting the little junior brother, or if I am complaining that Zimo has not come back.

But when she raised her head, she was suddenly stunned, as if she was repeatedly confirming, and somehow her eyes suddenly turned red.

In Zimo's memory, Bai Qingqian, who has never liked to talk and was a little shy, ran to Zimo's side, punched Zimo's body, and kept saying the words that had been held in her heart for twenty years.

"You still know to come back, you still know to come back, you still know to come back!"

"Where have you been all these years? Do you know that the master is waiting for you to come back every day, and every day in addition to alchemy, he just sits on the chair you made back then, looking at the elixir field, and sits all day. ”

"You have been gone for more than 20 years, the master's cultivation has not been able to improve an inch, and his health is getting worse and worse, but he still insists on alchemy, he always says that when his most promising disciple comes back, he will prepare the best gift for him, but the master has nothing good for you, so he can only refine the pill for you."

"I know that the outside world is really big, but the master always says that this is home, with me and you and he is a home, he has no big ambitions in this life, he just wants to see the two of us safe, even if you can't come back, at least let people bring a letter, let us know that you are still alive and well..."

"Do you know that the master has been chanting your name every night in his dreams, Zimo, Zimo......"

Bai Qingqian's face was already full of tears, she and her master were not afraid of anything, they were afraid that one day they would hear the news of the fall of the little junior brother.

She knew that her master could no longer withstand the blow of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man.

Zimo raised his head and opened his mouth wide, wanting to breathe hard.

The avenue is ruthless, and he can't do it after all.

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Family affection is the only thing he can't give up in this life.

Soon after, Bai Qingqian's face turned red and wiped his tears.

She saw two women appear behind Zimo, one of which she naturally knew, that was Xue Ningchen, while the other she didn't know, looked a little similar to the little junior brother.

Zimo saw that Bai Qingqian and the master's emotions were no longer excited, and he smiled: "Xue Ningchen wants to come to the master and the senior sister to know each other, so I won't introduce it." ”

Although Xue Ningchen was very cold in front of others, in front of Ji Zhengtian and Bai Qingqian, she unconsciously smiled on her face, and gently saluted the two, "Senior Uncle Ji, Senior Sister Bai, I haven't seen you for many years." ”

Ji Zhengtian nodded with a smile, and Bai Qingqian smiled in return.

Zimo pulled Zicicada to his side, as if offering a treasure, and said happily: "This is my sister Zicicada." ”

"Come to Zicicada and salute the master and sister."

Zichan heard his brother say many times that his first master, Ji Zhengtian, was the one who accepted him as an apprentice without hesitation when he didn't have any cultivation, and treated him as an old man like a family member.

"Thank you master and sister for taking care of my brother, Zicicada can't be repaid."

Zi Chan said and knelt down directly towards Ji Zhengtian, just like Zi Mo, in Zi Chan's heart, her brother's master is her master, and so is her brother's senior sister.

"Good... Good job..."

Ji Zhengtian hurriedly stretched out his hand and Bai Qingqian helped the cicada up left and right, and his face was already smiling, how did he like it, how did he see how this little girl looked good.

As he was talking, Ji Zhengtian seemed to think of something, he took out a mask as thin as a cicada's wings from the storage bracelet, and said with a smile: "Calling the master can't be called in vain, this is a meeting gift from the master to you, my cicada looks so good-looking, you should be careful when walking in the cultivation realm in the future, there are many monks with evil intentions, and it will also make you annoyed, wearing this ice silkworm mask can not only change your appearance, but also hide your breath, which can save you a lot of trouble." ”

Zi Chan grinned, grimaced at Zimo, took it happily, and kept playing with it in his hand, looking very fond of it.

In the end, he simply put it on his face, and instantly became a strange face, even with Zimo's cultivation, he couldn't see the slightest, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Bai Qingqian gave Zi Cicada a defensive magic weapon, although the grade was very low, but Zi Cicada still happily accepted it and carefully placed it in the storage bracelet.

Looking at the snow condensation dust behind Zimo, Ji Zhengtian joked: "Let Zimo give your girl's gift, my old man won't break the bank, maybe you don't like it yet." ”

Xue Ningchen nodded, and the smile in her eyes grew.

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