Early the next morning, Yang Yan got up and released the eagle, and then Sister Huayu came to deliver a message, saying that the master had asked him to go up.

Yang Yan nodded in a daze, and then remembered a little keenly that in the past, if the master wanted to see him, the senior brother would call him.

He looked at the white spots in the sky, and thought that he would not be able to delay long, so he lifted his legs and climbed up the mountain.

It is true that it has not been here for a few days, and the hall seems to have become a little more lonely. It was unusually high, and the windows were rarely opened, and even the high wind on the top of the cliff did not come in, and it was made of heavy and icy materials such as stone and bronze, and there were no screen compartments in the hall, so it became a silent air cold.

It only had two opposite doors - except for the one where Yang Yan came in, the door on the opposite side leading to the back was locked all the year round, and the big lock was rusty.

The old man was still like that, with white hair and wrinkled skin, and his figure was not tall, and he sat cross-legged on a futon, holding a book of unknown purpose, and sat in this empty hall for a day.

Yang Yan always felt that the old man was very old, at least in his seventies, but once an uncle told him that the old man was actually not fifty, Yang Yan asked the master in person, but he only had a few laughs, so he was still skeptical.

"Master." The young man obediently salutes, although he is closer to his senior brother on weekdays, but the old man who raised and educated him has always been like a teacher like a father in his heart, like a family like a fear, if there is no idle senior brother repeatedly instigated, the young man should actually be the most well-behaved and obedient kind of apprentice, and he will not do that kind of "big rebellion" in this life.

The old man turned his head, and his voice was slow and gentle: "Here, how is your martial arts training lately?" ”

"Back to Master, "Swallowing the Sea" seems to have touched some of the second chapter." Yang Yan said obediently, "Senior Brother taught "Avalanche". The first part is also a little bit better. ”

The old man didn't speak for a while, just looked at him quietly, this pair of old and slightly bright eyes young man has seen countless times, at this time inexplicably like a remnant star before Bo Chen.

Yang Yan looked at it a little blankly, in this empty hall, for the first time in his life, he seemed to suddenly hear the sound of time flowing.

After a long time, he came back to his senses in a trance, and the old man in front of him smiled lightly and beckoned: "Come here." ”

Yang Yan stepped forward obediently.

"Come next to me."

Yang Yan took a few steps forward and sat down on the side of the futon, leaning so close that the long-lost warmth suddenly filled the young man's heart.

I remember when I was a child, when the blizzard and wind outside the temple, the old man always lit a small night stove in front of the futon and held him in his arms. The two of them held a Buddhist scripture, and the old man told him the magnificent and magical story of the Buddha's subjugation, and in the orange light and soft voice, the dark weather outside the hall was completely excluded.

It's just that now, he is half a head taller than the old man.

"I heard that you've been fiddling with your eagle all these days?" The old man smiled hoarsely.

Yang Yan was taken aback, he was actually hidden enough every time, but he didn't expect the old man to know it clearly without leaving home, and he was secretly angry for a while about the imaginary person who reported the news. However, this is because he changed quickly, and quickly lowered his head, as an admission that his plaything was lost.

However, the old man didn't have anything to do, asked him many details with a smile, and told him the essence of his experience back then, as if he had come over.

Yang Yan was a little surprised: "Master. Don't you scold me? ”

The old man laughed and rubbed his head: "What's wrong with being fun, aren't you just this age." ”

Yang Yan's heart was warm, and he couldn't help but tell the old man that this was a birthday gift for him.

But the old man didn't pay attention to his emotions, he looked up at the dome of the main hall, and said in a hoarse voice: "In this life, the days of happiness are limited. ”

“.” Yang Yan didn't understand for a while, the old man had already taken his hand, stood up, and pulled him out of the hall.

Yang Yan was a little shocked, after growing up with his senior brother, he really rarely saw the old man walk out of this hall.

Pushing the door out, the white sky fell, the cold wind swept the placket of the two people's clothes, and the entire ring-like mountain lake was included in the eyes.

Yang Yan didn't know what the old man was looking at, he was familiar with almost every piece of land here, and he believed that the old man would only go further, but since the master was standing motionless, he also stood quietly with him for a long time.

I was thinking about how to mention the matter of today's senior brother's crowning and taking words.

Then the old man asked softly a sentence that he didn't expect: "Xiao Yan, do you still remember the 'life path' of our lineage?" ”

"Huh?" Yang Yan almost didn't react for a while, staring at the old man's expressionless side face for a long time before realizing that he had indeed heard correctly.

The old man had asked them to remember it a long time ago, a path that had already been laid out and was hidden for two thousand miles to the east. When the so-called master is in trouble, the fortunate one walks away.

"Master, Master."

"Don't say anything to anyone." The old man was still looking ahead, and his voice was soft, "After nightfall tonight, you take what you need to bring and leave there quietly." ”

“.” Yang Yan stood stunned, not knowing when and where he was.

"Can't you talk to your senior brother?" He heard himself ask.

"Don't say anything to anyone." The old man lowered his eyes and looked at him gently, "Promise Master, run as far as possible, and don't stop, okay?" ”

This paragraph ended here, Pei Ye looked at the old man deeply, his eyes turned to his back, the main hall was high and heavy, and higher in it, the cliff like a single tree stood there, showing some unclear darkness in such a clear weather.

Pei Ye wanted to look more closely, but Yang Yan had already taken him down the mountain.

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Yang Yan walked down the mountain in a trance, looking at everything in the house blankly.

Master wouldn't tell him what had happened anyway, as long as he quietly left. In fact, they are always like this, the big things are always decided by the master and brother, so after knowing that they are not in harmony these days, Yang Yan did not stubbornly inquire, he knew that they would not tell him, and he never thought that the friendship that grew up as a family would be cut off by a few quarrels.

He was just worried about leaving his brother's twenty-year-old unsatisfactory.

Why do you suddenly have to take what "life path"?

He should have figured out what was going on, but when he first wanted to make a decision, he realized how dependent he had always been on his brother Master.

He should have listened to Master, and he agreed.

But.

Yang Yan stared blankly at everything in the room, except for unconsciously pressing his knife, he didn't know what to clean up at all.

Until it was nearly dusk.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a familiar tall figure appeared in the doorway.

"Senior brother." Yang Yan's eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

"Lend me a knife." Meng Li's face was drooping, there were no candles burning in the house, and the setting sun was shining in from behind him, which made it even more evident that he was in a shadow.

Yang Yan suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a little unfamiliar: "Senior brother."

Meng Li just stretched out his hand, so Yang Yan handed him the knife and asked with some hesitation, "What are you doing?" ”

Meng Li didn't answer, but asked, "Master called you up in the morning?" ”

Yang Yan was stunned, and finally nodded.

"No matter what Master tells you." Meng Li looked at him motionlessly, his eyes flashing in the shadows, "When you were a child, you came to the main hall of the mountain, remember?" ”

“.”

Meng Li turned around and left.

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Yang Yan sat motionless in the room alone for a long time until night completely fell.

The white eagle did not come back.

Pei Ye waited quietly.

Finally, the body stood up in a chair.

Pei Ye didn't know what to do in Yang Yan's heart, but after a short time together, he had seen that the young man was absolutely unwilling to flee in a mess - deep down, he was actually the kind of person who had to figure out what was going on.

Sure enough, the young man walked out of the door and looked at the top of the mountain quietly, with a look on his expressionless face that Pei Li usually has.

He walked slowly up the hill.

So at this moment, Pei Ye suddenly felt a fit. He began to sink deeper into the body.

This is an absolutely novel experience, Pei Li originally thought that he could only watch one recording, but now in addition to sight and hearing, he even began to have a sense of touch. The wind knife whistled in the night, penetrating to the bones, the dry and cold breathing, the beating of the heart and lungs—the state of this body was completely open to him at this moment.

Pei Ye even moved subconsciously - this idea was really a bit fantastical, and he didn't change the path of the young man in the slightest.

The cold moonlight shone on the solid white stones, the dark grass was suppressed by the strong wind in the cracks and could not raise its head, and the cold wind penetrated the whole body in the clothes and hunting.

Pei Ye really felt the cold, but the young man didn't mean to wrap himself in clothes, and the lonely shadow of the mountains on a cold night went up step by step.

Halfway through his waist, Pei Ye paid attention to the lights on the side of the courtyard of the wall pine, and saw that it was pitch black.

The closer the beast-like hall came into view under the moonlight, the more light was seen from afar. This body obviously rose up again, and quickly approached the gate, Pei Li could almost imagine the young man's state of mind at this time - no matter what happened, Master and Senior Brother must be on it.

He must ask things clearly, when the senior brother enters the age of twenty, he is actually about to enter the age of sixteen, he is the true disciple of the Hushan Sword Sect, and he is already at the age of being able to hold the sword.

But Pei Ye suddenly smelled a stream of fresh blood.

The body stiffened and froze in place.

After a few moments, he walked up lightly, and with some hesitation pushed open the door in front of him. Pei Ye obviously felt the dazed nature of this action, and this body was not ready to engage in battle at all.

But what was even less prepared was the brain that greeted the scene inside the temple.

The moment the sight in front of him caught his eye, the body stood stiffly in the doorway, as if frozen by the cold wind.

The old and frail body collapsed limply in the temple, shriveled and short, like a roe deer that had had its entrails removed. The blood soaked the futon and then flowed like a snake on the ground, and a black and sharp knife was nailed straight into the old man's chest, as if nailing this horrific scene to the memory of the young man.

But if he hadn't seen that figure, Pei Li believed that the young man would still not think in that direction.

It's a pity that the tall figure is there.

He stood in front of the back door of the main hall, and the big lock behind him was still firmly tied to the door, and there was no exit in the entire hall except for the place where Yang Yan was standing.

Pei Ye felt that his body trembled and stared at him, wanting to say something, as if he was waiting for the other party to say something.

But Meng Li just glanced at him expressionlessly.

Pei Ye suddenly heard the messy footsteps coming from the wind behind him, but the young man obviously couldn't hear everything, and only stood motionless, until the force behind him pressed him to the ground, and the cold blade was on his neck, and the body barely had some reaction.

Behind him, people's angry voices came: "Yang Yan. How dare you kill your teacher?!!"

Yang Yan raised his head blankly, and in the hall in front of him, except for the corpse of the old man who was nailed to death with a long knife. It's empty.

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I don't know the time of the dungeon day and night.

Pei Ye didn't know where this body was thrown in, it was pitch black, dark, and silent, and he couldn't touch any news.

In the sudden abruptness, the Hushan vein collapsed overnight, and the branch vein took over everything. In the past few days, Pei Ye has only seen three lights.

The first time was Senior Sister Huayu, Pei Li heard his voice recount what he saw that night in a flat tone; The second time was an old man with a hateful face, Yang Yan was treated the most harshly here, but he barely spoke, Pei Li guessed that he was the uncle of Yang Yan's mouth.

The person I saw for the third time was completely unfamiliar to Yang Yan, and this body did not react at all. But Pei Ye clenched his teeth violently, and his temples jumped suddenly.

Black robe.

That uncle was indeed servile behind his back.

He briefly asked Yang Yan a few questions, Yang Yan looked at him coldly and didn't say a word, but he seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted and left.

This is the end of it.

Pei Ye was once again submerged in the darkness of no time, with thick walls and strong iron gates, it was impossible to escape from here without the favor of fate.

And then fate really favored him.

Maybe the young man inside was too quiet, the guards were really negligent, maybe the lock was in disrepair, anyway, after delivering the daily meal, there was a slight swaying sound from the iron door.

Yang Yan touched it after being stunned for a long time. The lock wasn't tightened.

He climbed out quietly, the night of Hushan Jianmen was as empty and cold as ever, no one found him, he climbed to the top of the mountain, everything had been cleared, and the man in black seen in the dungeon was gone.

The boy sat on the stone blankly for a long time, and before the morning light rose on the horizon, he finally walked down the hill alone.

When passing a fork in the road, he paused and walked inside.

Pei Ye suddenly knew what he was going to do.

Walking in, there is an old auditorium of Buddha statues, and the futon on the ground shows the heavy years.

Pei Ye first took a fancy to the small Buddha statue on the second from the left, and then the young man really walked up and lifted it. A hole was dug in the base, and Yang Yan reached out and touched it, and took out an eye-shaped jade pendant from it.

He looked at the pendant fixedly, and Pei Ye saw that there seemed to be a corner of paper inside, but the young man who didn't belong didn't notice it. He looked out the door at the horizon, and the first faint and cold white had just lit up from the edge.

The picture freezes here, and everything turns gray again.

He already knew what was going on, and [Zhaoyu] couldn't record it. Yang Yan traveled thousands of miles to Bowang and met him in a rampage.

It was at this moment that a wonderful feeling came to his mind, and Pei Ye suddenly found that he had completely sunk into this body. This time it was a complete fit.

He breathed, and the cold morning air entered his nostrils.

Pei Ye was stunned for a while, only to realize that the "Arabian Nights" had really happened, he raised his hand first, and pulled out the corner of the paper in front of him that the young man had not discovered.

"Master said, 'leave', the word 'reunion'."

(End of chapter)