In the cracks in the forest, a faint warm sunlight sprinkled down, shining on the hosta, slightly bright.

Jiang Ming watched silently.

For a long time, for a long time.

He slowly retracted his palms and held them tightly, where his skin touched, the faint warmth on it seemed to gather the tenderness and love that had never passed away even if life and death had passed over the years.

Jiang Ming took a deep breath to calm his mood, and then put the hosta into his arms very solemnly, and after doing all this, he raised his head and stepped into the main topic: "Aunt Qing, then let's go now!"

Zhu Qing shook his head and said, "Not yet, I have to wait until tomorrow at noon!"

Jiang Ming was suddenly stunned, frowned, and said, "Why?"

Zhu Qing was silent, his face slowly became solemn, and said, "If you really want to go, just listen to me!"

Jiang Ming was puzzled, but when he saw Aunt Qing's serious appearance and no more questions, he thought about it for a while, and had to nod hesitantly.

Seeing his hesitation, Zhu Qing squatted down in front of him and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, when did your Aunt Qing lie to you." ”

Jiang Ming showed a smile and suddenly said slowly, "Thank you." ”

Zhu Qing was stunned, glanced at him, and said, "Thank me for what?"

Jiang Ming shook his head, and then seemed to remember something, and said: "By the way, Aunt Qing, it's so decent, I'll ......" When he said this, he suddenly paused, as if he was about to say something, but he changed his words inexplicably: "He, why do you want you to take me back?"

Zhu Qing listened to the changes in his words, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes, the relationship between Jiang Ming and the sect master, father and son, seemed to be so indifferent.

Jiang Pingsheng has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father for so many years, he is always busy with the affairs of the sect, and he is indifferent everywhere, and he doesn't know when he started, and Jiang Ming is unwilling to call him a father.

The two are obviously father and son, but they have little company, and they always seem to lack a trace of warmth.

In this environment, Jiang Ming often sneaked out of Wuqi Mountain, but Jiang Pingsheng only verbally blocked him, of course Jiang Ming would not listen to him, and then he seemed to ignore it indifferently.

But Zhu Qing knew that Jiang Pingsheng was a person who cared about feelings very much, no matter family affection or what, behind his indifferent appearance, there was always a trace of cold hatred in his eyes, and only when he saw Jiang Ming, a trace of gentleness and tenderness that had disappeared for a long time would appear in his eyes.

But it is this kind of warmth that can make a person, a person full of hatred, make his heart cold, and even the determination to take revenge at all costs is shaken a little.

At this moment, the depths of Zhu Qing's eyes became more complicated.

Perhaps, the sect master also wanted to let go of everything, listen to Xiao Chu's words and live a stable and ordinary life with Jiang Ming, but in his heart, he could not choose, and in the torment of hatred, he could not choose to live comfortably.

Therefore, only by deliberately staying away from the current warmth and burying the only concern in my heart can we move forward and live for hatred without scruples.

Thinking like this in his heart, Zhu Qing slowly raised his head, stared at Jiang Ming, his face was full of care and gentleness, and said softly: "Actually, the sect master cares about you very much, and the last thing he can't let go of is you, you can't wander outside for a lifetime, you always have to go home, don't you?"

Jiang Ming's body trembled inexplicably, he was silent for a moment, and slowly turned his head, as if he didn't want to see the gentle face in front of him, but the words in his ears were still like a breeze, quietly swinging through his heart.

People live in this life, but they don't know where they come from, and they don't know where their souls will eventually return, but in a long life, born in the world, they will never hope that they should have a home like rootless duckweed.

He stared at the already rubbed and broken leaves in his hand, bit his lip slightly, and said slowly, "Okay." ”

Zhu Qing smiled, half-bent over, gently smoothed his slightly scattered hair, and said, "In this way, Aunt Qing can see you every day." ”

The breeze in the forest drifted by, the leaves moved, but there was always a hint of sadness in the gentleness.

A withered yellow leaf slowly fell, and a white hand slowly took it.

Sycamore leaves.

The world's first giant city, Wutong City, named after many plane trees, every autumn, the leaves are colorful, golden and bright, and there is a little more depression and loneliness in the beauty.

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely.

It is said in the world that Yun Guhong, the leader of the righteous path, has people who cannot be forgotten in his heart, and he is attached to things, and the Wuxin Courtyard where he is located is full of plane trees, and the scenery is the most for Wutong City. But it is difficult for ordinary people to come here to see with their own eyes, but they don't know that the courtyard is deep and deserted.

The withered leaves that slowly fall seem to be thousands of sorrows, sad and confused, and silently pour out lovesick thoughts.

Yu Xinshuang silently looked at the leaves in her hand, her face was still cold and beautiful, but there was a faint sadness between her eyebrows, as if at this time, there were also people who were worried, and her heart was infinite.

With a "bang......" the door to the small attic in front of her opened.

Yu Xinshuang suddenly came back to her senses, dropped the fallen leaves in her hand, and walked towards the small attic in front of her.

The fallen leaves floated with her footsteps, as if they couldn't get rid of their hearts, and they were following this beautiful woman closely.

Yun Guhong stood in the small attic, his face was as haggard and gloomy as ever, but now, there were some more hidden worries.

Yu Xinshuang slowly walked in front of him and said respectfully, "Master." ”

Yun Guhong glanced at her, saw the sad look on her face, frowned, and said, "How is it, hasn't he been whereabouts yet?"

"Nope. Yu Xinshuang seemed to bite her lower lip slightly, but then said: "However, on the day the disciple went, we were ....... In the place where it was trapped, the thousand-year-old tree spirit was dead, and there were some wild fruit remains nearby. ”

"Wild fruit?" Yun Guhong's eyes froze when he heard this, pondered, and whispered: "The thousand-year-old tree spirit has become a genus of spirits, and Yu An, whose strength is relatively high, is also difficult to resist with you, how could he die for no reason?

When Yu Xinshuang heard this, she was relieved for no reason, but then she felt uneasy and worried, as if she couldn't feel at ease no matter how she didn't see that person with her own eyes.

After being cut off from Jiang Ming's life and death that day, she completely fainted, and when she woke up, she had already returned to Wuxin Courtyard.

The group of young disciples who went to Liuyun Mountain had their own injuries, but Jiang Ming was the only one missing, and Yu Xinshuang was the most seriously injured, and he was worried and anxious, but he couldn't get out of bed, or Yun Guhong told him that Qi Fang had already led a group of disciples to Liuyun Mountain.

However, after eight or nine days of travel from Wutong City to Liuyun Mountain, when Qi Fang and the others arrived at Liuyun Mountain, not only did all the demon cult demons entrenched here hide, but they also did not see any other figures, so they reluctantly turned back.

At the same time, Yu Xinshuang was injured and could get out of bed, but regardless of the obstruction, he went to Liuyun Mountain alone, this back and forth, coupled with the unwilling search in Liuyun Mountain for several days, and even the surrounding range of several miles have been searched, so it has been delayed until now.

But there is no one alive, no corpse is dead.

Yun Guhong looked at her still disappointed and uneasy expression, and the whole person seemed to have lost a lot of weight, he was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "This kind of sign shows that he is not dead, if he is alive, he will definitely come back, don't worry too much, you are seriously injured and just recovered, you still have to rest more." ”

Yu Xinshuang lowered her head slightly, her eyes showed incomprehensible emotions in the depths of her eyes, as if she was sad and hesitant, and said in a low voice: "That day, he didn't care about his life to protect me and save me, and he also gave his disciple the hope of life, and the disciple is ...... no matter what. I can't put my mind at ease. ”

Yun Guhong looked at this disciple, as if he sighed silently, not knowing what to say.

Yu Xinshuang looked blank, and after a while, as if she remembered something, her emotions were suppressed a lot, she raised her head and said softly: "Master, how is Senior Brother Xu?"

Yun Guhong shook his head, then let out a long sigh and said, "Since Yu An brought you and him back that day, he has been in a coma. ”

When Yu Xinshuang heard this, her heart was even more sad. Yun Guhong comforted: "Although he has been in a coma, he still has breath, and now Li'er has been taking care of it, but I don't know when I will be able to wake up, so don't worry too much." ”

Yu Xinshuang bit her lip, nodded slowly, and said, "Master, if it's okay, the disciple will go down first." ”

Yun Guhong looked at her silently, with a complicated expression on his face, as if everything was pressed on the weaker but stronger disciple in front of him for a while, and he wanted to say something more, but he didn't know what to say, so he was silent and said in a low voice: "Go." ”