Two days later, Tianju Gate, Tianju Mountain, halfway up the mountain.

This is a stone platform with a circumference of nearly 100 zhang, and the stone platform is paved with a whole piece of bluestone.

Next to the stone platform is a cliff, and white clouds float at your feet like silk.

Looking at Tianju City from here, Tianju City has turned into a small black dot.

On the top of the cliff, there is a natural round arch, and there are two words written in the middle of the round arch - Daotai. After the round arch, a stone staircase winds up, the stone steps go up through the clouds, and hide in the clouds, extending to the highest peak of Tianju Mountain, Tianju Peak, that is, the first major sect of the righteous path, where the sect of Tianju Gate is located.

In order to show their respect for the Tianju Gate, even if the Dao is deep enough to fly with a sword, they will fall down at this platform and walk up.

At this moment, there are dozens of people on the platform, all dressed differently, and they should belong to different sects.

Of course, there are also the leading Taoists of Tianjumen.

Xiao Yusheng stood on the platform, but there was no figure of Mo Yue beside him.

I made an appointment to go up the mountain with my peers, but I suddenly didn't say goodbye before leaving. However, Xiao Yusheng didn't care, after all, Mo Yue, as a disciple of the Qiu Feng clan, came with his own family. It's just that friends who have been together for more than a month, after all, when it comes to separation, Xiao Yusheng is inevitably a little sentimental.

"Who is this junior brother?"

Just when Xiao Yusheng was still looking around, a Tianjumen disciple in his thirties, wearing a Taoist robe, stepped forward and saluted.

Xiao Yusheng shook his head, retracted his gaze, and reached out to take out a jade plaque from his arms, the word Fang Yue was written on the front of the jade plaque.

"Fang Yuemen Xiao Yusheng, I have seen my senior brother. Xiao Yu saluted.

"Fang Yuemen. The Tianjumen disciple was slightly stunned, and looked at Xiao Yusheng in some surprise, but his expression quickly returned to normal, and he smiled slightly: "Senior Brother Xiao, please." As he spoke, he led Xiao Yusheng towards the round arch.

Xiao Yusheng replied and followed behind the disciples of the Tianju Sect.

"Fang Yuemen ......"

But at this moment, there were several other eyes looking at Xiao Yusheng......

Or whisper, or chuckle.......

Xiao Yusheng's face was slightly ugly, but the disciple of the Tianju Sect who led Xiao Yusheng to walk suddenly asked in a low voice, "Is Uncle Xiao in good health?"

Xiao Yusheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the person who spoke, and saw that he was smiling at him, with a real smile, and replied: "Master, over the years, my health has deteriorated. ”

When the man heard this, there was a little concern in his expression, and when he looked at Xiao Yusheng, his eyes softened a little, and he said softly: "My name is Zhao Jing, and Uncle Xiao has been kind to me." ”

After Zhao Jing finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the Dao platform, where there were still several people looking at them, whispering something, and sighed: "Don't take those people's tongues to heart." I'll arrange for you to stay in a secluded place, and you can rest well and have a good time tomorrow. ”

Xiao Yusheng glanced at him in some surprise, and nodded gratefully after a moment.

Soon after, the figures of the two disappeared on the stone steps behind the arch.

And the whispers and chuckles gradually became clearer.

Late at night, in the Tianjumen wing.

Xiao Yusheng sat by the edge of the window, and outside the window were a few green bamboos swaying in the wind.

"It was like that eight years ago, and it's still ...... eight years later"

"Master, even if you die this time, I will never let people despise you again. ”

Xiao Yusheng clenched his fists tightly, and the wind gradually rose, is it because of the people's hearts that are gradually becoming hot.

I don't know how long later, just as Xiao Yusheng was about to rest on the couch, suddenly a figure flashed in front of the window.

The door was pushed open.

Xiao Yusheng was slightly stunned, but saw someone at the door smiling at him.

Xiao Yusheng was stunned, and muttered for a long time: "Mo Yue." ”

It turned out that the person who came was Mo Yue, who suddenly disappeared before today's departure.

"Brother Xiao, Mo Yue doesn't say goodbye, don't be surprised. Mo Yue smiled.

Xiao Yusheng was a little happy to see Mo Yue after all, with a sincere smile on his face, and said, "Where did you go during the day, and how do you know that I am here?"

Mo Yue shook her head, suddenly turned her head to look behind her, and after a while, she ran into the house again, closing the door.

Xiao Yusheng didn't know why, but Mo Yue "snapped", opened the folding fan in his hand, and said a little proudly: "That is a long story, I'll talk to you in detail later." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand behind his back, "snort", an obscure low sound sounded again, "ink moon", a faint moonlight fell on it through the window, as if dyed with ink-colored frost.

Mo Yue lowered her head and stretched out her hand to stroke the "Mo Yue", and after a while, she raised her head, handed the "Mo Yue" to Xiao Yusheng, and said in a low voice: "From tomorrow onwards, don't let them despise you and your master again." ”

"Moyue. Xiao Yusheng looked at the young man in front of him in a daze, there was a hint of softness in the young man's eyes, Xiao Yusheng took a breath, stopped talking, and took the "Moyue", and a faint coolness came.

For some reason, the two were silent.

Not long after, Mo Yue smiled and said, "I will definitely go to see your competition." ”

After saying that, he smiled again and wanted to turn around and leave.

But as soon as he took a step, he suddenly turned his head, there was a trace of displeasure on his face, and he feigned anger: "When Dabi is over, you must give a to me! Every time I talk to you about this, I am confused, inexplicable, don't you just blow a flute!" After speaking, Xiao Yusheng ran out of the house before he came to his senses, and soon disappeared into the night.

It turned out that when Mo Yue and Xiao Yusheng were walking all the way, they happened to see Xiao Yusheng inserting a bamboo flute in his waist, and out of curiosity, he wanted Xiao Yusheng to play a song. Unexpectedly, Xiao Yusheng refused, and even his face became twisted.

Originally, it was just a casual remark, but Xiao Yusheng's strange reaction aroused Mo Yue's curiosity. I also paid attention to the bamboo flute on Xiao Yusheng's waist, and asked Xiao Yusheng to blow a song for him from time to time, but so far, I haven't got my wish, and I think it's a pity!

Xiao Yusheng looked down at the black ink moon in his hand, there seemed to be a deep black, and the bamboo flute placed on the edge of the window also seemed to be dyed with a layer of clear light, Xiao Yusheng stood quietly for a long time......

On the mountain behind Tianju Peak, there is a bamboo forest. There is a flowing spring meandering through the bamboo forest, and dozens of bamboo huts are built on top of the flowing spring, which is extremely elegant and quiet.

"Qiufeng Daoyou, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your style is better than in the past. In one of the bamboo houses, an old man wearing a white robe embroidered with green pines and white cranes on the white robe smiled.

"Zhang Daoyou, do you and me still need to be so polite, but Zhang Daoyou's divine court is becoming more and more full, and the Taoism has made great progress, which is gratifying. The middle-aged man opposite the white-robed old man also smiled slightly.

The white-robed old man took the middle-aged man's expression in his eyes, there was nothing special, and he couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, but the expression on his face did not change, and said: "What Qiufeng Daoyou said is that you and I have been friends for decades, and it is Zhang He and I who have fallen in love." ”

The middle-aged man didn't care, smiled faintly, and said, "Zhang Daoyou came to visit late at night, it shouldn't just be here to greet one or two, right?"

Zhang He was silent for a moment when he heard this, and seeing that the middle-aged man's expression had not changed, he scolded secretly, but his face showed a look of shame, and said, "Zhang He came here to apologize for the dog. ”

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and said in surprise: "What did Zhang Daoyou say?"

Zhang He told him a thing or two about his son Zhang Yuan's conflict with Mo Yue in Tianju City.

It turned out that the young man who was in the Piaoxiang Restaurant in Tianju City that day was called Zhang Yuan, and he was the only son of Zhang He, the elder of Feixian Residence.

"The dog offended the noble nephew, and Zhang He's godson has no way, and I hope that Qiufeng Daoyou will forgive me. Zhang He's face was full of shame.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and replied with a strange expression: "Zhang Daoyou, although my Qiufeng clan has also stayed in Tianju City for half a day this time, several junior disciples have always been by my side, and no one has ever left. Besides, my Qiufeng clan doesn't have a boy named Moyue. ”

Outside the bamboo house is a bamboo bridge, Zhang He is walking on the bamboo bridge at the moment, his face is gloomy, "Where did the little bastard come from, he dared to humiliate my Mu'er so much, and caused the old man to come to the door in the middle of the night, if the old man didn't break your body into ten thousand pieces, how could he stop!

The corner of Zhang He's mouth pulled a sneer, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night.