Zhang Mo clenched the elixir in his arms, its texture was cold and heavy, and it was the only proof that he was not sleepwalking in this adventure. Ever since he learned that he had passed the assessment of Liuyun Mountain in a daze, his state of mind was like being in a misty illusion, everything seemed too unreal, as if he would wake up in the next moment.

Along the winding mountain path, he followed the footsteps of the thin monkey, and the figures of the two were staggered, like two waddling beasts. The sound of the wind around him gradually rose, contrasting with the serene harmony of the flowing cloud peaks behind him. They cautiously descended the hill all the way, exchanging each other's uncertainty and excitement from time to time.

The two returned to Qinglian Academy, a small academy located in a lush valley, shrouded in a faint mist, giving people a hazy and mysterious feeling. The verdant mountains surround the Academy, acting as a natural barrier to separate it from the chaotic world. In the morning light, the dew drops in the valley shimmered with crystal light, like a little star falling to the dust.

In the academy, quaint buildings are scattered among the mountains, and bluestone-paved paths wind up, and you can see all kinds of flowers and plants along the way, which exude a faint fragrance and make people feel refreshed. The wooden doors and windows of the school building glow with a faint golden glow in the sunlight, and the years have carved heavy traces between their textures.

For Zhang Mo and the thin monkey, this is not only a place for them to learn the way of cultivation, but also the sustenance of their youth, and the memory and warmth of home in their hearts.

No matter how long the road ahead is, this tranquility and innocence belonging to Qinglian Academy will always be engraved in their hearts and become their eternal concern.

Zhang Mo and the thin monkey walked through the pavilions and pavilions of Qinglian Academy, and between their steps, all the familiar scenery became more and more precious.

Their pace couldn't help but slow down, and the formalities of closing the business were also completed slowly, as if they were saying goodbye silently. The bits and pieces of these years in Xiuzhen Academy flashed in front of their eyes, and every scene was a testimony of their growth.

When they came to the internal affairs hall, the mood of the two of them seemed a little dignified.

The house hall is a quaint attic with intricate patterns carved into the wooden lintel, on which the years have left mottled marks. As soon as you enter the door, you can smell the smell of ink and paper, mixed with the tranquility of sandalwood, which makes people feel calm.

Hall Master Duan is an old man who is over half a hundred years old and has a kind face. The corners of his eyes were covered with vicissitudes of life, but there was still a sharp light in his eyes. Seeing the two of them, Hall Master Duan couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

"Auxiliary door?" Hall Master Duan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his surprised expression was like a key that opened a dusty door.

"Daddy Duan, have you also heard about the auxiliary door?" The thin monkeys affectionately called them, and they had a bit of a son's affection for this usually amiable old man.

Hall Master Duan sighed deeply, his voice seemed to have a bit of an ancient echo: "Auxiliary Gate, that's a chore." He shook his head, the expression on his face seemed to be recalling those past events, and his voice was much lower, "I heard that many of the disciples there would rather devote themselves to the mortal world to iron and ink grinding than to learn from that sect. ”

Zhang Mo felt a tightness in his heart, and inexplicable worries welled up in his heart: "Daddy Duan, what kind of bad law is that?" ”

"The specific bad method, I don't know Ao, it's just that I've heard people say such a mouth, it is estimated that it is an exaggeration, on Liuyun Mountain, no matter how bad it is, it is better than the folk miscellaneous ah", Duan Tang Master's voice was ethereal, as if gently brushing from the depths of memory.

After saying that, he took out an old copper box from a yellowed cabinet, and a sealing rune was affixed to the box, and after many years, the runes changed color.

"This box is the only thing left for you in the house."

"Dad, you said that my family used to be very powerful, it was a famous family", Zhang Mo played with this old box.

Zhang Mo's eyes were full of longing for the unknown, and his fingers gently slid over the discolored rune, which was like a dusty window, with an untold story hidden behind it. "Daddy, you mean that this sealing rune is guarding my family secrets?" His voice trembled slightly, and mixed emotions surged in his heart.

Hall Master Duan nodded, a hint of respect flashed in his eyes, "That's right, this kind of sealing rune is not something that ordinary sects can create. Your family, I'm afraid it's not simple. ”

Zhang Mo's heart beat faster, and the weight of the copper box in his hand seemed to become heavier. With an apprehensive and expectant heart, he asked, "Then when will I be able to reveal its secret?" ”

The old man pondered for a moment, as if recalling the vague past, "This kind of rune is time-sensitive, and it will naturally be opened when the time comes. At that time, all it takes is a drop of your blood to reveal its secrets. ”

Zhang Mo clenched the copper box, and his eyes lit up with a hot light. In that housekeeping hall full of historical precipitation, between the two, not only an object is transmitted, but also the memory of an era. And in this memory, the possibility of the future is like a winding road, waiting for Zhang Mo to explore step by step.

Zhang Mo said with a grin: "Dad, do you say it's money in it?" ”

His words were a little lighthearted, trying to hide the beating in his heart.

The laughter of the hall master Duan was like a guqin in the breeze, revealing a faint sorrow: "Think more, it may be a token, or the relics of your parents, the one who sent you here back then was an old servant, it seems that he was injured, so he said your name, birthday, and died without saying a few words, these days, there are many such things."

Zhang Mo's eyes flashed slightly, and the trace of ease in his heart dissipated without a trace. His voice lowered a little, with a hint of contemplation, "Old servant...... Who is it? Who are my parents? ”

Hall Master Duan sighed, the bookshelf behind him was covered with the dust of time, just like those scattered fragments in his memory. "The old servant's dying appearance still lingers in front of my eyes......" Hall Master Duan paused, as if recalling the scene at that moment.

Zhang Mo held the bronze box tightly, and the sealing runes on it became more and more mysterious. Ripples rippled in his heart, like a pool of still water being thrown into a pebble. "I really want to see ...... soon." His voice was full of anticipation and uncertainty.

The two stood in the internal affairs hall, all around in silence, only their conversation echoing through the ancient walls. Hall Master Duan's face became deeper in the shadows, and Zhang Mo's eyes flashed with infinite reverie for the future.

The copper box and the rune are not only the transmission of things, but also the interweaving of fate, they lie quietly in Zhang Mo's palm, waiting for the day they will be opened.

During the war years, many people could not afford to raise children, or their families were ruined, so they quietly threw them at the door of some government offices, and generally put something on their bodies, which may be some tokens to prove their identity, and basically worthless things.

What is placed next to the orphans is just a few ordinary small things, so that these children can have a clue about their life experience in the vast sea of people.

At the beginning of the morning light the next day, Zhang Mo pressed the copper box close to his chest, as if it was all his roots and roots. Packed up my things, but in fact, there was nothing, a few pieces of torn clothes, bedding and the like.