The early autumn rain is coming.

It was still very hot, but in the evening, it was suddenly cool and breezy. Under a few muffled thunders, small rains fell bit by bit.

Lin Zhuo propped his chin and lay on the square table next to the window, staring blankly at the dark sky outside the window.

From time to time, the slightly cool wind gently brought the rain into the windowsill, and after a while the table became wet, but it seemed that a pot of unknown green plants on the table was even more verdant.

There was a soft creak, and a figure slowly entered the room.

"Senior sister, the night is cool, so don't blow too well. When the gentle words came, Lin Zhuo turned his head to look, didn't speak, just smiled at the visitor, then turned his head again and continued to look out the window.

The person who came was the beautiful woman in the hall who cared about Lin Zhuo very much, and Lin Zhuo already knew her name at this time.

Wen Min, the elder sister of Qingyunmen's Xiaozhufeng generation.

Seeing Lin Zhuo behaving like this, Wen Min couldn't help frowning, and said with a little distress: "Senior sister, you still don't believe me?"

Turning his back to Wen Min, he rolled his eyes widely.

It's not that I don't believe you, but now that I believe in you, I have to go back to Qingyun with you, and I obviously don't know anything, God knows if I will be seen by those people on the mountain. If you do see something, I won't be enough for you to slash with a sword.

Seeing that Lin Zhuo didn't respond for a long time, Wen Min couldn't help but hurriedly say, "Senior sister, look at your right wrist!"

Lin Zhuo was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but look down at his wrist, only to see that on his slightly thin wrist, a red rope was conspicuous and abnormal.

Seeing this, Wen Min said again: "That red rope is my Qingyunmen's [Jiuyan Divine Sword], but it is like this when it is sealed now, this is what your master's father tied to your hand when you were apprenticing!"

When Lin Zhuo heard this, he knew that he couldn't escape, so he weighed left and right, and then nodded and said, "I believe you!"

Wen Min was obviously relieved, walked over with a smile, raised his hand to cover the window, and said with a little pleasure: "Then what should you call me?"

Lin Zhuo showed a smirk, and shouted crisply: "Senior sister~"

Wen Min couldn't help snorting when he saw this, and said with a smile: "How can you be like an old man, okay, I won't tease you, have a good rest tonight, and we will go back to Qingyun tomorrow, the master and her old man have been talking about you for a long time." ”

Seeing that Lin Zhuo nodded obediently, he said a few more words, closed the door and left satisfied.

When Wen Min's footsteps gradually faded away, Lin Zhuo put away the expression on his face, shook his little head with a slight headache, muttered a few times in his mouth, and then turned over to bed, closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

After half a pillar of incense, she turned over.

After a pillar of incense, he turned over again.

After another two pillars of incense, she finally sat up with a little irritability, got out of bed and paced back and forth in the room.

After walking back and forth more than ten times, she looked at the closed door and simply pulled the door and walked out.

Outside the door was a long corridor, and beside the corridor were some flowers and plants that Lin Zhuo couldn't name.

Outside the corridor is a small square courtyard with a thigh-thick ginkgo tree in the middle of it, with slightly yellowed leaves swaying in the wind.

Lin Zhuo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a fragrance of flowers and plants mixed with a faint moisture, he suddenly felt refreshed and abnormal, and even his troubles faded a lot.

She reached into her pocket, and halfway through it she remembered that she didn't have a cigarette now, and she was still a girl who was only a teenager.

He sighed a little irritably, and suddenly remembered the fruit wine he had drunk in the hall today. Touching the few taels of silver left in her pocket, her eyes lit up, and there was a movement under her feet.

Not long after, she returned here with a pot of sake in her arms, picked a comfortable position and sat against the wall behind her, then lifted the jug and took a sip.

Looking up at the slightly slanting rain outside the hallway, the wind blowing against the ginkgo trees in the courtyard, she couldn't help but feel a wave of joy.

I don't know how long it took, and there were only two or three sips left in a pot of sake, Lin Zhuo shook the jug and pouted slightly dissatisfied.

And at this moment, her face is also red, and her simple drunkenness is undoubtedly revealed.

She drank a lot of alcohol in her previous life, but now she is only a little girl in her teens, and she has never touched a drop of wine, but she thinks highly of herself.

"Ahem... Cough... Ahem!"

A few light coughs suddenly came from not far away, and Lin Zhuo's drunkenness dissipated a little, and he hurriedly turned his head to look.

I saw Zhou Xingyun silently five or six steps away from him, looking at himself helplessly.

Slightly drunk, she said casually: "Brother, what are you doing, scare me!"

Zhou Xingyun was stunned when he heard this, and glanced at Lin Zhuo in a little surprise, and then said: "I've been standing here for a long time, but you've been entertaining yourself and haven't noticed it." ”

"Cut, do you want to come along?"

Lin Zhuo drank the remaining wine in the pot in two sips, but he took out another pot from behind him as if he was juggling, and invited Zhou Xingyun with a drunken face.

......... Zhou Xingyun was dumbfounded for a while.

In the hallway, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl dressed as a boy, dressed in a slightly loose black robe, with soft black hair loosely tied behind her back by a thin string, was holding a wine jug that was disproportionate to her and inviting herself to drink.

Zhou Xingyun looked at the scene in front of him, and he didn't know what kind of psychology he was in, he actually raised his hand to take the wine jug, and also sat down against the wall.

Seeing this, Lin Zhuo took out another pot, held the wine jug in both hands and held it to Zhou Xingyun, and said crisply: "It's done!"

Zhou Xingyun silently looked at the wine jug in his hand, and soon smiled with relief, raised the wine jug and touched it with Lin Zhuo.

One big and one small two figures are leaning against the wall, you and I drink a sip of wine, invariably, in addition to the beginning of the exchange, the two have been looking at the corridor in a daze, without a word, silently thinking about their own thoughts.

After a long time, Zhou Xingyun raised his hand and snatched the wine jug in Lin Zhuo's arms, a slight yellowing showed a smile on his face, and asked, "Xiao Zhuo'er, you should be under the Qingyun Sect, right?"

Lin Zhuo raised his hand to snatch back his wine jug, but he didn't break Zhou Xingyun's fingers because of the strength to eat, so he said dejectedly: "Maybe... Isn't it?"

"Oh, why could it be?" Zhou Xingyun wondered when he heard this.

"Even I don't know!" Lin Zhuo replied, still suppressing his biggest secret in his heart and not saying anything about it.

"It seems that you also have a secret!" Zhou Xingyun smiled.

Lin Zhuo sneered and said, "In this world, who doesn't have secrets?"

"Hahaha! Ahem. ”

Zhou Xingyun laughed loudly when he heard this, and then coughed violently twice, and said, "Yes, but you little baby, sometimes you are really the same as an adult, I really don't know what your little head is thinking." ”

When Lin Zhuo heard this, his little face was a little dazed, and he looked at Zhou Xingyun fixedly: "Uncle Zhou, you are the first person I saw after I woke up, and the first person who was so good to me. ”

"Oh?" Zhou Xingyun's face was full of disapproval, but Lin Zhuo's next sentence made his face change drastically.

"But, Uncle Zhou, you may be dying!"

The immature children's voice was slightly sad, blocked by the rain in this corridor.

After a long time...

Zhou Xingyun looked down and saw that the little man was leaning on his arm, curled up, and occasionally smashed his mouth twice, but he didn't know when he fell asleep.

Looking up at the verandah with a slight amazement, he took off his robe and gently covered Lin Zhuo's body.

"yes, I'm dying..."

A faint murmur came from the wind.

Zhou Xian, who had been standing in the dark around the corner for an unknown amount of time, slowly retracted his steps.

His clenched fists trembled slightly, but under the gritted teeth, he turned around and strode away, but for some reason, his tall and straight back looked slightly stiff at this time.

In the sound of wind and rain, slightly muffled words occasionally came.

Xiao Zhuo'er, I don't regret it!

...

Again, I'm going to save those people.

...

It's just that I'm sorry for my father, who gave birth to a stubborn unfilial son.

...

It's just that the world suffers.

This...

Damn it...

.........

A burst of coldness hit, and Lin Zhuo finally couldn't resist the urge to drink, and fell into a deep sleep.