Su Luo saw Yue Xiaohan again, outside the Tibetan Dao Hall of the Sunset Peak School Palace, in the middle of people coming and going, Yue Xiaohan, who was in shabby white clothes, sat silently on the ground, his back was erect and straight, and his gray hair was still different from the age of his face, but at least it was no longer messy and sloppy.

He stared at the front of the Tibetan Dao Temple, paying attention to everyone who came in and out. Then he saw Su Luo, and Su Luo also saw him.

This time Su Luo really saw the real face of this person, his face was as cold as a knife, with a strange whiteness, he obviously did not deliberately change his appearance, the age shown by his face should be his real age.

A man of about thirty-four or five years old, who has long since lost the quiet and decaying atmosphere of being in prison, but has an unusual and special temperament.

Sitting, sheathed like a blade.

Then he stood up.

And the knife came out of its sheath.

When Su Luo saw him walking towards him, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and said in amazement: "You are waiting for me here?"

Yue Xiaohan's shining eyes narrowed, and said: "I thought about it seriously, this is the Tibetan Dao Palace, even if you are a second-generation disciple, there will always be a time to come here, so it is only appropriate to wait here." ”

"How long have you waited?" asked Su Luo.

"That evening. ”

His answer didn't represent the length of a period of time, but a certain point in time, but Su Luo could understand it.

He was referring to the day he met in the prison of the Guard, when Su Luo told the old man of Yue Xiaohan about his whereabouts, and he must have been rescued soon, and he waited here from that night until this time.

Su Luo inhaled slightly, but he was not too surprised. He had flipped through "Yue Xiao Han and June Raising Spirits" and knew what kind of strange person this was, so he was not shocked by this matter.

Su Luo thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to go in and meet someone." ”

Yue Xiaohan said: "I'm here, waiting for you to come out." ”

Su Luo showed a smile on his face that didn't have much meaning, simple and clear, just smiling because he was happy: "Okay, when I come out, I will take you to eat meat and drink wine." When you come out of that kind of place, you should always wash away the dark rotten dust with wine. ”

"Good. Yue Xiaohan paused, the corners of his mouth twitched on his cold and indifferent face, and there was thought, resentment and longing in his expression, and said, "There is nothing in there except for the cold and rancid water that the diversion tank sends on time." I do miss the meat and wine. ”

The man had left the cage and waited here, without even taking a sip of clean water.

Su Luo nodded and said seriously: "Tongdao Hall, I'll invite." ”

Then he turned and walked into the Tibetan Dao Temple.

......

Su Luo walked into the Tibetan Dao Palace, the main gate of the Tibetan Dao Hall was still full of people, and the shabby man in white sat in a corner of the road like a knife in a sheath.

This time, he didn't have to keep his eyes open and wait for the person he was waiting for to appear. He could slowly close his eyes and rest for more than ten days to sit quietly and open his eyes to inspect the mental exhaustion brought by waiting.

Of course, he still had sixteen years of exhaustion and needed to recover with a longer rest.

It's just that the body and spirit may be able to recover, but what about other things?

Now it is the season when the Tianri Mountain Range is wet and rainy, and there are tens of thousands of cultivators in the Tianri Daoist Sect, and there are great cultivators who can fly to the heavens and the earth, but after all, they can't change the natural operation of creation.

I don't know when, the fine rain trickles down.

The disciples of the Heavenly Daoist were not afraid of these drizzles, but the crowd in the Xuegong Dojo finally gradually thinned out.

The drizzle hit the gray hair of the shabby man in white, and finally accumulated into droplets, which fell and slid over his white brows and fell on his cheeks with an inaudible sound.

The blade couldn't hold the droplets, so neither did his cheeks, and he slid down to the ground like tears as fast as he could.

He didn't shed a tear.

How could a person like him shed tears? Shedding tears hurts the spirit, and it is not beneficial to cultivation, so Yue Xiaohan, who is serious and careful to the point of being perverted, will never shed tears, even in the sixteen years that he has been in prison in the shadows.

It's someone else who sheds tears.

The closer she got, the more tears filled the eyes of the woman in yellow, and finally the tears filled her eyelashes, unable to continue, falling finely, lingering like today's drizzle, tangled people's hearts.

She carried an ink-lacquered food box, came to Yue Xiaohan's side, stood still for a moment, although she couldn't stop her tears, she didn't seem to fluctuate because of crying, and said softly in a very beautiful voice: "I see that you finally got up and talked to people for a while, are you finally waiting?"

Yue Xiaohan didn't answer her, she was also very calm, and finally wiped away the tears mixed with the rain, squatted down beside him, stretched out a white hand in his sleeve, and pinched three marks in a slight row with his five fingers, and there was breath between his fingers.

She opened the food box, revealing the food inside.

"Of course, I have to wait until and thank others for their kindness. Yue Xiaohan suddenly opened his eyes, and said calmly and coldly: "Haven't you seen him?" ”

Normal people would not use such words to respond to the words that the other party chooses at random when they have nothing to say, and the woman in yellow had no choice but to let out a slight "oh" sound, and heard Yue Xiaohan's more cold and even slightly mocking words: "You are already a cultivator who has entered the innate realm, and a shallow handprint that condenses qi as a curtain, will you still make a mistake?"

Condensing qi as a curtain is a very crude spell, which can be skillfully used by practitioners in the lower realm, and it is very simple to use the mudra to condense qi first and then end the curtain.

But sixteen years ago, there was a girl named Huang Dongdong who couldn't learn, so a young man named Yue Xiaohan took the trouble to teach her over and over again.

To this day, she certainly shouldn't have made the mistake of casting the Qi Condensing Mudra twice when using this superficial spell, but she still made it, so she did it on purpose.

This made Yue Xiaohan very unpleasant, although the other party was Huang Dongdong.

Because she is no longer the Huang Dongdong of sixteen years ago.

The best of the three generations of disciples of Sunset Peak, Huang Dongdong of the Autumn and Winter Double Swords, and a fairy-like person in the eyes of countless disciples, suddenly trembled his fingertips when he heard the words, and the rich bitter color condensed in the center of his eyebrows.

With her cultivation in the realm of the world, she couldn't even sustain a simple air curtain, and the invisible membrane of blocking the rain suddenly dissipated, and the drizzle fell again, and her tears swept over her pale and helpless face again.

Yue Xiaohan actually showed a smile on his face, and he let out a breath of satisfaction: "It's been dull for too long, and a rain is also something worth cherishing, how can you artificially block it?"

Huang Dongdong wept bitterly and said weakly: "Akan, all these years, I really don't know, I ...... I can't wait to find you when I know it......"

Yue Xiaohan turned his head to see it, and said with a serious smile: "Of course, in addition to thanking that person, I also thank you for saving me from the cage." Senior Sister Huang, oh, I don't have an identity token now, and I don't even have a Taoist student status, so this Senior Sister is not very suitable, but since I am still alive, there will always be a time when I can repay you. ”

"You know I won't have such a thought, it's not you who repay me, it's me who owe you......" Huang Sheng was already wet, her expression was a little more poignant, she bit her teeth, and then the tears fell even more fiercely, big and big, "You know that I am not un...... I love you, but the parting came too suddenly and for too long......"

Yue Xiaohan shook his head and said, "Since you are parting, then you will no longer love." At least, I am, and I sincerely hope you are. ”

Huang Dongdong took a deep breath of the cool air with the rain, and said with his eyes: "There is nothing to say whether you really love or not, but you always have to eat something, my newly made five tea cakes, I haven't made them for many years, and the taste should still be the same." ”

Yue Xiaohan still shook his head: "I used to eat too much, and no matter how much I loved the taste, I would lose my interest." I still have to wait for him to come out, and he wants to invite me to the same building to drink wine and eat meat, which I think about more now. ”

"I'm going to prepare the meat and wine. ”

Yue Xiaohan stopped talking, just raised his head and closed his eyes, the drizzle was blowing, cool and joyful.

......

In front of the door in the Tibetan Dao Hall, Su Luo did not open the door by himself, but lowered his hand and said respectfully: "Uncle Tiger, disciple Su Luo asks to see!"

Ask for a recommendation ticket.