In the dry stream under the cliff, I don't know when a bonfire was lit, the flames were like small beasts probing their brains, swaying with the night wind, and in the flickering and dimming fire shadows, there was a vague figure sitting by the bonfire.

The bonfire burned brighter and brighter, reflecting the night sky red.

The figure was motionless, sitting cross-legged on a stone, his hands on his knees, his eyes closed, he was wearing a shabby Taoist robe, unkempt, with a bamboo tube tied to his waist, and a jujube stick thrown on the edge of the stone.

This person is none other than Lingyunguan Zhou Dianxian, after he went to Maoshan to visit Liu Laodao, he traveled all the way and returned to Longhu Mountain, he deliberately avoided his eyes and ears, so no one knew his whereabouts.

After a long time, the moon rose in the sky, reflecting a faint halo, Zhou Dianxian opened his eyes, looked up at the moon, and the night wind blew through the mouth of the stream, making a slight wail.

The breeze and the moon are bright, sitting alone, how lonely!

Zhou Dianxian was silent for a while, lowered his head and sighed secretly, untied the bamboo tube, poured a sip of old wine, and said: "Senior Brother Nan, today is your death day, and my little brother has come to see you again!"

There was still silence all around, except for the faint sound of the wind and the cry of night birds on the Falling Immortal Cliff, as if everything had fallen into a cold silence.

On this special night, Zhou Dianxian recalled many past events, and his heart was indignant, so he borrowed wine to drown his sorrows and sat down.

Suddenly, a white-clothed figure walked behind him, dancing like a fairy, and came to stand near Zhou Dianxian.

Zhou Dianxian remained silent, he had already noticed it, and he didn't look back, only smiled, "It's you, Senior Sister Canglang!"

The white-clothed Qianying bowed in return, she was tall, wearing a white robe, embroidered with a flowing cloud-like pattern, holding a high bun, wearing a cloud crown, holding a tailless dust, and her face was solemn.

"Senior Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you to come back here today. Master Canglang spoke.

Zhou Dianxian sighed, nodded and said, "Siren has already taken the Yellow Crane to go, Senior Sister Canglang, aren't you here too?"

Master Canglang walked to Zhou Dianxian's side, sat down not far away, brushed the dust with his hands, and recited a trumpet, "Immeasurable Tianzun, Senior Brother Nan is only afraid that he has already been reincarnated, and you and I should let go of this evil fate as soon as possible." ”

"That's right. Zhou Dianxian said in a trance: "However, the senior brother who is like a brother and sister suddenly died mysteriously, how can I feel at ease as a disciple of the Daomen?"

Master Canglang frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Senior Brother Nan's talent is peerless, it is difficult to find in the world, the little sister and him had a love affair between brother and sister back then, and I often miss it over the years, and it is difficult to give up in my heart. ”

When Nan Jiyun was a guest in Lingyun Temple, Mrs. Canglang was still a little Taoist aunt who was not deeply involved in the world, and followed her brother Zhou Wuyi to learn the Tao, Zhou Wuyi was radiant at that time, Nan Jiyun had a high demeanor, and won the admiration of Mrs. Canglang, she accompanied the two of them to discuss Taoism and practice all day long, serving tea and pouring water, and never got tired of it, because she liked to wear white clothes, she was affectionately called "White Sister" by Nan Jiyun.

Zhou Dianxian raised her hand and poured another sip of wine, and handed the bamboo tube to Mrs. Canglang, she hesitated, but still took the bamboo tube, took a sip, and said, "This, this is Senior Brother Nan's favorite spring breeze wine?"

"Exactly. Zhou Dianxian touched his beard and said, "Do you still remember the poem written by Senior Brother Nan to relieve the spring breeze?" He didn't wait for his junior sister to answer, and chanted loudly: "Solve the spring breeze, solve the spring breeze, meet and return in a hurry, and the end of the world is thousands of miles away from hatred!"

"Solve the spring breeze, solve the spring breeze, smell a few lanes in the smoke of the plum flute, and the plain red makeup is in the dream. Master Canglang looked at the moon infatuatedly, thoughtfully, she entered the Daomen since she was a child, and asked herself if the world could make her nostalgic, except for her apprentice Zhang Ruyi, only Senior Brother Nan Jiyun, she couldn't tell what kind of feelings she had for Senior Brother Nan, for so many years, she had no answer.

The two of them fell into their own memories, and did not speak, only the sound of the wind in their ears, stirring people's thoughts.

After a long time, Master Canglang came back to his senses and said to Zhou Dianxian: "Senior Brother Zhou, do you know what happened in the Guanli recently?"

Zhou Dianxian glanced at his junior sister and said, "Brother Fool heard a thing or two on the road, this time Lingyunguan turned the corner to safety, it is really lucky." ”

Master Canglang said disapprerovingly: "Senior Brother Zhou, my little sister feels that this time Senior Brother Guanzhi has handled it a little badly. ”

"Oh - tell me about it. ”

"First, Senior Brother Zhang shouldn't have taken away Senior Brother Liu of the Maoshan Sect, and second, on the day of the competition, he shouldn't let a child in stone get into danger, and third-"

"Third, what?"

"Third, Senior Brother Zhang's temperament has changed greatly recently, not only closing the door, but even the big and small matters in the view have been handed over to Yuan Dong's nephew. ”

"Is there such a thing?" Zhou Dianxian didn't expect that Lingyun Temple would suffer such a big change, and the master of the hall was also out of proportion.

Master Canglang stood up, whisked the dust, and resumed the fairy expression that was not stained with vulgar dust, and said: "For example, although the Daomen is prosperous today, but the evil demons are still in the outer way, the ghost road is gradually rising, there is Luo Zu in the north, there is the white lotus in the east, the monk in the Western Regions, the Gu poison in Miaojiang is becoming more and more rampant, the evil mountain and poisonous water, and the ghosts are prosperous, not to mention, Senior Brother Zhou, you have a profound Taoism, and you have practiced for many years, why don't you regroup and promote my righteous path, so as to suppress evil and prostitution, and practice in vain!"

Zhou Dianxian sneered, and said angrily: "What a vain practice, Senior Sister Canglang, why didn't I say what you said when I was young?"

"Even if you don't care about the people in the world, the hundreds of years of foundation of Lingyun Temple, Senior Brother Zhou, you can't ignore it, right?" Master Canglang still refused to give up, she wanted to do her best to redeem Senior Brother Zhou, with Senior Brother Zhou's cultivation, if she could help, the power of Kuang Fu Righteous Path would be even stronger.

"The elders of Lingyun Guan have long been just asking about the world, if the master of Lingyun Guan has an accident, then Lingyun Guan will rely on Senior Sister Canglang!" Zhou Dianxian said, bowing his head to Senior Sister to show that he had no intention of interfering in world affairs at all.

Senior Sister Canglang sighed, turned around and left.

The rest of Zhou Dianxian sat alone all night under the cliff, until the wine ran out and the moon set, and then quietly left, nowhere to be found.

Maoshan Mountain, Shangqing Palace.

Early in the morning, Yin Sixteen ran to the master's door in a panic and shouted, "Master, it's not good, the little senior brother is gone!"

Liu Laodao had already gotten up, and after washing, he was cleaning up the sundries in the house, when he heard the apprentice shouting, he turned around and asked, "Sixteen, why is the stone missing?"

Yan Sixteen held a piece of yellow paper in his hand and hurriedly handed it to the master, "I was still there last night, and when I got up in the morning, I saw that there was no one on the bed, and a piece of paper was pressed under the pillow. ”