On this morning, the warm sunlight passed through the gaps between the windows, pulling up clear lines in the room, and falling on the ground, showing one after another spots of light of the same size, and some fell on Yueming's body, which was hidden by the white robe on his body.

At this time, Yueming opened his eyes, and a mouthful of turbid air slowly spit out of his mouth,

"The wound is almost healed. Yue Ming said in his heart.

It's terrible to think about, almost died again, from the place where the family is located somewhere inexplicably came here, it didn't take long to almost lose his life twice, this world is too dangerous, and besides, everything needs spirit stones, Yueming couldn't help but secretly feel in his heart,

He was a little homesick, thinking about the milky white stone house in his house, and there was a peach tree in front of the stone house that had grown for an unknown number of years, and those familiar people.

In the spring, the peach blossoms will bloom all over the treetops, and the fragrance of the flowers will always disperse with the wind, and then permeate the entire sky there, at this time, everyone can smell and know, "Xiao Ming's peach tree is blooming again." ”

And at that time, under the peach tree, all the children of the clan will come here to practice, no matter how big or small, there are hundreds of people, every moon can be called by name, the moon fat man, the moon stubborn donkey, the moon child is still ......

Whenever there is a gap in cultivation, it will be full of laughter, or play with each other, and from time to time, there will be flower petals falling, at that time, there are always older clan sisters who carefully put it away, and then take it back to every old man in the clan.

That whole flowering period can be said to be an annual event in the clan, and the same major event is that the peaches are ripe.

Although Yueming was homesick, he didn't want to go back, although he didn't know how to go back.

He will never forget that when he had just turned sixteen, in the solemn and solemn ancestral hall, in the eyes of the eldest of all the patriarchs, he stood on the already smooth altar and looked at the faith of their clan, a round silver on a craggy stone wall, this is the moon, the moon of their whole clan, not the one in the sky, but the one in their hearts.

Yueming watched, somehow, the silver moon that originally had a faint brilliance suddenly dimmed, at this moment, he suddenly heard a cry, and when he heard this cry, his own tears also involuntarily slid down his cheeks.

"No, it can't be, his father is gone, my sister is gone, why is he still there, why is he still ......"

Yueming's aunt was heartbroken and wanted to run to pull Yueming, but was hugged by Yueming's uncle with tears in his eyes.

The ancestral hall was full of sadness, and all the old people were constantly wiping their eyes, and this atmosphere seemed to be infected with the silver moon, which made it a little darker.

During that period of time, the clan seemed to be crazy, and one after another Yueming's familiar elders and partners in the ancestral hall walked up to the altar, walked down and went up, but nothing different happened, and the silver moon still exuded a faint silver glow.

After a few more days, everyone was talking about him as a matchmaker, wanting him to marry a beautiful girl, and many beautiful and good-looking girls expressed their willingness, but in the end, they were all rejected by Yueming's fierce reaction, saying that if anyone Zhang Luo again, he would immediately wipe his neck, and the matter had to be closed in the end.

......

"Get up, you big slacker!"

Outside the door of the room, Xiao Rou banged on the door, and the two cupola braids tied up because of her good mood swayed from side to side due to force, and the sun was shining, so cute.

"Hurry up, hurry up, my godfather wants to see you!"

"Squeak!"

Yueming opened the door and saw Xiaorou's sunny smiling face, and her heart couldn't help but feel warm, and her mood improved.

"Come with me!"

Xiao Rou saw Yueming open the door, and immediately said, and immediately turned around and walked away after speaking.

Yueming looked at Xiao Rou's appearance, and his heart was also happy, he remembered that he seemed to have been like this when he was very young.

Seeing Xiao Rou jumping farther and farther, Yueming hurriedly followed, but he couldn't jump out.

Under an octagonal pavilion, a middle-aged man with peaceful eyes was drinking tea, and Song Lian'er was standing behind him, rubbing his shoulders playfully, as if he had been chanting words in his mouth.

At this time, Xiao Rou came jumping up, followed by Yueming.

"Godfather, I'll call you!" After speaking, he poured himself a cup of tea, and then raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

At this time, the middle-aged man put away his kindness, and his body naturally revealed a coercion in the middle of the Jindan period, and looked at Yueming who was standing respectfully with a scrutinizing face.

The middle-aged man is Song Lian'er's father, and he is also the head of Yanlingmen, a master in the middle of Jindan, named Song Tianhua.

At this time, Song Lian'er stood behind her father, winked at Yueming, then pulled up Xiaorou and said, "Dad, let's practice!"

After speaking, he pulled Xiaorou away.

"Junior, Yueming, meet the head of Song, I don't know if the head of Song is looking for me......"

Song Tianhua looked at the respectful Yueming with satisfaction, but he still had a straight face and said, "Tell me your origin again!"

After hearing this, Yueming didn't think much about it, so she told Song Tianhua again what she said to Song Lian'er.

"I don't know where my house is,......"

Song Tianhua looked at Yueming who was speaking, looked at his eyes, and felt that Yueming was not lying, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart, thinking that there was still such a place, "Could it be the depths of Huangquan Dao?"

After Yueming finished speaking, Song Tianhua lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Don't move"

After speaking, he released his spiritual sense to probe Yueming's body.

Yueming only felt an irresistible spiritual sense rushing towards him, and then he felt that he had been swept twice from top to bottom, and he only felt as if he had become naked.

"Silver-white spiritual power, what kind of physique will cultivate silver-white spiritual power? It is even in the early stage of foundation building, doesn't that mean that the qualifications of my daughter and Xiaorou are not much different!" Song Tianhua withdrew his spiritual sense, and was surprised in his heart.

"Since you have nowhere to go, would you like to join our Yanling Sect?" Song Tianhua looked at Yueming and said lightly.

Yueming was stunned, remembering Song Lian'er's blink just now, she immediately reacted, and said in surprise: "Yes, of course I am willing, disciple Yueming will meet the master!"

Yue Ming said that, he was about to bow down, Song Tianhua held his hand, and a wave of energy was born, stopping Yue Ming's big gift, and said: "Remember, if you are a man, you can only kneel to the sky and kneel to your parents, and then kneel when you apprentice in the future!"

"Yes, master, I promise to follow my sister's teachings. ”

Yueming intuitively felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't refute it, so she could only agree.

Song Tianhua nodded with satisfaction and said, "Then you go, let Xiaorou take you to get the clothes of our sect, she will tell you any rules, if you don't understand, you can ask her, or any senior brother." ”

"Yes, master, the disciple went first. Yueming said, turned around and went to find Xiaorou.

Song Tianhua looked at Yueming's back, twitched the corners of his mouth, a little unbearable, he could already think of what happened to this honest Yueming in the door.

"Alas......" Song Tianhua sighed, turned his eyes to look at the splash that flew down from the cliff, and was stunned.