The mountains are full of emerald colors with the wind; The spirit birds pierce the clouds and the immortals step on the fog, and in the distance, it is a magnificent scene of the immortals.

I never thought that one day, I would be able to come to this kind of cultivation sect, to this kind of holy place where everyone in the Zhao Mansion was afraid of a tiger and longed for incomparably much, standing on the ground Nanyun, like being in the clouds.

It's not real, it's really not real, I can't practice, how can I be here?

He quickly alerted himself, but the facts were right in front of him, whether it was in the disciple's dormitory, or the books, and the location in the mountains, all telling him that everything was true.

Joy and sorrow crept into his heart at the same time, and he suddenly remembered his grandfather.

Standing outside the door, I don't know what happened after I fell into a coma, facing the quiet and peaceful sect in front of him, he looked at it carefully with great hope and fear of gain and loss.

Really, really!

The more he looked at it, the more confused he became, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and quickly locked himself in the house to dispel all his thoughts.

Trying to tell himself that he couldn't practice, he closed his eyes tightly.

The more he thought about it, the quicker he calmed down, and then he fell into a kind of cyclical confusion.

Since I can't practice, then why am I here?

Tuk tuk!

There was a well-weighted knock on the door.

"Senior Brother Chang, it's time for lunch."

Nanyun in the room was stunned for a while, and the voices outside were male voices in their twenties and thirties.

At such an age, he is still called Senior Brother Chang Yuehui.

"Brother Chang is not here, he went to compete with other senior brothers."

His answer in the house also made the person delivering the food outside the door slightly stunned.

"This is the private residence of the disciple's dormitory, and you are not allowed to enter unless you are the master here, are you?"

The people outside were slightly puzzled, and then said, "Please open the door and see you, senior brother." ”

His tone was respectful, but Nagumo had already understood the suspicion and verification in it, and he also wanted to know how he got here, and opened the door with three points of apprehension.

I thought that the other party was a disciple of the sect, so he just came to ask Chang Yuehui to go to lunch together, but when he saw this person's dress and the tray containing the food, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

If the other party also knew that he was a disciple of the sect, or that he was here, preparing lunch, it should be at least two.

This exquisite meal obviously didn't have his share.

The person who came respectfully put the meal on Chang Yuehui's table before stepping back.

"This? Son? Are you a new disciple? Seeing that Nan Yun's dress was even more shabby than himself, the person who came asked a little suspiciously.

Following the other party's gaze, Nanyun suddenly felt inferior, and he was not sure at all.

"I don't know, when I woke up, I was here, and Senior Brother Chang just came back and asked me if I was a new disciple of the sect, but I still don't know anything."

He said neither humbly nor arrogantly, and stated the facts.

With a smile, the miscellaneous servant said: "So that's the case, the rules of the sect are strict, if this son doesn't know his identity for the time being, then everything in this room is better not to move." ”

has been at the bottom all the year round, Nanyun has already seen through the warmth and coldness under the human face, and the other party has a gentle smile, but he is also warning himself. Of course, if he is really a disciple of the sect, the other party can also be a kind reminder.

"It's natural, thanks for the reminder."

Although he was dressed shabby and saluted, he advanced and retreated naturally, and no one could tell what the situation was, so he left with doubts.

After closing the door, Nagumo couldn't sit still.

Fragrant, so fragrant.

The food on the side is not only exquisite, but the fragrance that exudes tempts the gluttonous worms in Nagumo's stomach.

He is not a gluttonous person, but it is difficult to settle down, in the face of this meal, he has an instinctive desire, he wants to eat it.

It may be that his heart is weak, thinking of the faint oppression between the words of the miscellaneous disciple just now, the young man who came here inexplicably, couldn't bear the temptation of the fragrance, and forced himself to sit at the table.

He didn't know how he got here, and no one cared about him.

There was a sound of hunger in his belly, and he looked helplessly at the door and patted his stomach gently.

"It's hard to get here, you have to fight a little harder."

As if stimulated by the fragrance, he walked to the side of the bed and inhaled through the window, the window was emerald colored, and the summer solstice flew cliffs and waterfalls, which was spectacular and pleasant.

But the rich fragrance, after being dissipated by the breeze for seven minutes, makes the remaining fragrance even more unbearable and can arouse the appetite even more.

Hell, it's really a cultivation sect, and I can't help it with a meal.

There was really nothing in this room for him to distract himself, and he didn't care about the miscellaneous servant's explanation, so he picked up the book on the table and read it carefully by the window.

The new book of pure ink is wonderful, and only reading can calm down.

It was already past noon, and he had already read five or six of these not thick classics.

In the corridor outside the house, an old man with a handsome young man walked in a hurry, and behind them, followed by the miscellaneous disciples who brought food to Chang Yuehui.

It's just that at this time, he lowered his head, looked panicked, and walked with his steps, as if he had made a mistake.

The door opened, and the old man's nose moved slightly, and he asked about the fragrance of the house, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, yes, the canteen is quite attentive."

The young man looked at the room curiously and asked, "Elder, is this the room?" ”

The old man nodded and instructed the handyman behind him, "Move Chang Yuehui's things next door." ”

The handyman hurriedly started working, and the old man took the young man to the back room to take a look, but saw Nanyun at this time, holding a book, reading it with relish.

The young man's eyes lit up, and the old man was also slightly surprised, Nanyun ordinary people can resist the temptation of spiritual food, sink into the sea of books, and let them take a high look.

The two walked closer, Nanyun did not come back to his senses, the young man looked out of the window, only to see the outside world flowing clouds and waterfalls, the spirit birds chirping, the distant mountains with daisies, magnificent scenery, jumping in his heart.

"Yes, I like it very much."

He spoke softly, as if he was afraid of making a noise to Nagumo.

The old man's gaze at the young man became softer and softer, and he replied in a low voice: "It's good if the young master likes it, this person is desperate for thousands of years, but there is a trace of sword intent to protect the body, which I picked up in the spirit ruins, the soul search is unhindered, the heels are pure, there is no concern in the mundane, and there is no cultivation qualification, it is the most reassuring to be a companion to the young master." ”

When the old man said this, the young man's eyes were cold, and he clenched his fists.

"The desolate spirit is really pervasive, hateful!"

The elder nodded and stopped talking about Nanyun, and the young man changed his mind and said, "It's the young master's companion reading boy, what's the matter with being so shabby?" ”

The old man smiled and said, "I'll arrange it when I'm busy as soon as possible." ”

The boy looked at Nagumo and strangely brought the food closer to him.

The deep Nanyun didn't notice anything, still looking at the book in his hand.

The boy brought a stool and waited with interest.

Only those who love to read can be scholars.

The old man personally brought clothes and decorations, and when he saw that Nanyun didn't know it, he wanted to wake up.

"It's okay, let him see, by the way, in the future, don't come to me, tell Daddy, I can be independent."

When the old man heard this, he left with a wry smile.

The sun was setting in the west, and Nagumo finally woke up.