The moonlight shines on the ground.

The amount of food eaten by teenagers is maddening.

The vegetables were passed on in the mountains, from morning to night, for half a day, and then stopped.

According to the estimation of the old man of the gentleman's family, in this half a day, the young man ate a meal of 10,000 people.

Although not many people have seen this fact with their own eyes, it is difficult to imagine how many people there are...

However, from the expressions of those Wentian disciples who came down the mountain with a basket of empty plates, they can also get a general idea. It was definitely the horror of seeing the scene of the giant beast eating, it was palpitating and creepy...

During this period, the deans of the Seven Stars led Xiahou and Mo Xian to hurry over. Immediately after that, several predators from Yueyang Tower also rushed to hear the news.

But without exception, they were all blocked outside the bamboo house by the peony. And the reason for blocking them is simple and crude, but it is irresistible...

"The gentleman instructed that Xia Xun stay for another night before leaving. Everyone, please come back..."

The old man has an order, who in Yueyang City dares to disobey the order?

It's late at night.

Food, exhausted.

Bamboo leaves become bells,

The night was dark and peaceful.

The hall of the bamboo house has been cleaned, but there are still a few oil stains on the bamboo table, which are difficult to wash off for a while, and the oil is shining brightly reflecting the moonlight.

The sound of "salsa" water came from the bathhouse in the back hall.

A few wisps of the aftertaste of the meal, mixed with the aroma of ginger flowers, have a strange smell that is not strong or light.

Peony walked slowly from the hall with a green shirt in her hand, her face flushed with a red halo and a mischievous smile.

"Duh

This time the door was locked, but it was still a reminder. Because, the girl didn't plan to go in...

"Sha..."

"Huh?"

Through the orange-yellow curtain, you can faintly see that the silhouette of the figure in the tub in the bathhouse has stopped moving.

"I'll put the clothes on the edge of the door, and you can reach out and take them when you open the door. Peony said.

"Uh..."

“... Thank you. ”

The sound in the bathhouse is still quite embarrassing...

"Hey. ”

Suddenly, I remembered again the embarrassed appearance of the young man after dinner. Peony couldn't help but laugh and hurriedly covered her mouth with her palm.

“......”

There is no movement indoors and no sound outside.

One person was naked, blushing from embarrassment, lying in a bamboo tube and soaking.

One person was outside the door, blushing from laughter, covering his mouth, and standing in a daze.

A thin bamboo door separated two red-faced and stupid people.

Quiet for a moment...

"Well..."

After a long while, Peony forcibly eased her smile, coughed lightly, and pretended to be positive: "Mr. is in the back of the house, you can hurry over after you finish washing." Don't make people wait long. ”

"Uh, okay. ”

"Yes. ”

Peony nodded, gently lowered the green shirt against the edge of the door, and walked away.

The moon hovered at the edge of the deep bamboo forest, and the stagnant water in the back hall shone silver upwards from time to time, without a trace of wind breath, but the treetops swayed slightly. The orange candlelight shines through the window screen, sending away a long shadow...

"Eh"

Feeling that the people outside had gone away, the bamboo door opened. Along the crack in the door, a wet one stretched out and took the green shirt on the ground.

Although there was no one else here, the person taking the bath was still flushed and embarrassed.

recalled the previous scenes, and recalled the embarrassment of his previous storm. I recall the appearance of leftovers and rotten vegetables after eating a full meal. I can't help but think back to that room of forbearance...

It's really embarrassing, and I can't wait to dig a pit on the spot and bury my head...

“......”

He hastily put on his new clothes, grabbed a burlap handkerchief, and vigorously wiped his wet hair as if to vent his anger. While wiping, he strode along the path where Peony left, and walked...

Bamboo house backyard,

Tonight, the moon is sparse and the moon is sparse, and there are dark clouds from time to time.

It's really not a good night to enjoy the moon, but the old man tonight just started to enjoy the moon.

Three curved bamboo chairs, waddled side by side, are placed not far from the backyard door.

The old man was lying in the middle, shaking a bamboo fan, and comfortably closing his eyes and enjoying the coolness. Peony sat on the right end, her hands folded on her knees, and a big rooster fell asleep next to her ankles...

Perhaps, such a scene has been played out many times in the past few years. The two of them sat and fell asleep so quietly, just like blending into the night of the bamboo forest, so natural.

"Eh"

The back door was opened, and the young Xia Xun walked out from behind the door. The hair that has not yet dried is sprinkled with a few drops of water as the footsteps move...

Appears to be in a hurry.

As Peony said, the old man is waiting, and he, as a guest and as a junior, can't let the family wait too long.

"Old man, be healthy. Xia Xun came behind the old man, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed respectfully.

“......”

The old man was silent and silent.

The chair swayed, the fan swayed, and a few wisps of breeze blew the old man's gray hair. It can be seen that the old man is not asleep, but for some reason he does not respond for a long time, as if he did not hear.

Xia Xun bowed his waist and was hung in place, not daring to move.

Peony soon noticed the abnormality of the atmosphere in the room, and she rolled her eyes lightly, looking at the old man, and then at Xia Xun. It's just that after going back and forth a few times, I still can't see anything wrong...

Incense burns half a column,

Bamboo fan suspended.

"Last time you called me an old man, you won't change your words this time. Don't you think it's rude?" said the old man, still with his eyes closed, faintly, without seeing his joy or anger.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the two young men and women beside him blinked their eyes almost at the same time, and they had an epiphany.

Although this phrase is not long, the meaning is very clear and direct. With the wisdom of the two of them, they can understand the true meaning at one point.

The word "old man" is originally an honorific title.

It's just that it can't be used for the old man in front of him, because he and Xia Xun's grandfather are close friends of the same generation. Moreover, now the old man has saved Xia Xun's life again. From the perspective of that chess game, this means that the old man has chosen to stand on Xia Xun's side.

At the same time, it also means that the old man has bet the will of the heavenly scribes on the lonely boat of the ghost scheme.

If you don't care about the gains and losses of the past, this is a great grace...

Great grace is in front, if Xia Xun is called "old man" again, it will be too reckless and rude.

Xia Xun pondered for a moment, and his waist bowed lower...

"Grandpa Zhi, be healthy. ”

At this time, the stopped bamboo fan was put up again, and the old man's white hair was once again fluttering with the breeze.

"Sit down..."

“......”

With a faint two words, Xia Xun was like being amnestied.

Fang Dare straightened his waist, walked to the table and chair on the left, and sat down in the same way as a peony.

Be serious...

"Isn't it strange, why do I still bet heavily on you after Renxuan broke the game?"

The old man's voice was slow, like a spring breeze, driving away Xia Xun's nervousness.

And, the answer to the old man's question, Xia Xun may have guessed some, but he didn't dare to answer. Because, his answer was rude, he chose to be silent.

It's just that how can such careful thinking be hidden from the old man's wisdom?

"Do you think I'm paying off the old hidden human debt..."

Xia Xun didn't explain and was still silent, which meant that he was acquiescing.

"Then you're miscalculated...

Lao Yin's favor alone is not enough for me to bet on the thousand-year-old foundation of Wentian. Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen to be out back then...".

The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xia Xun's face: "But, you have given me a glimmer of hope...

That's enough. ”

Xia Xun also looked at the old man's eyes, and there was no joy or anger.

"Could it be that there was no hope for Grandpa back then?

Halfway through the conversation, he stopped.

However, this is already very outrageous, and even a little arrogant with confidence.

Because, instead of asking the old man what hope he saw in him, he jumped the question directly to the older generation.

"Hehe... It's like..."

The old man smiled for the first time of the night, said four words without beginning or end, and then turned the topic back again...

"Back then, Lao Yin's plan was paired with the sword of Feng Xian, and he could indeed be called invincible in the world..."

"However, now that one has disappeared for twenty years..."Xia Xun rudely interrupted, looking a little anxious.

The old man's smile was a little more playful: "The world is invincible, after all, it is just the world is invincible." But the heavens are full of enemies, and if he does not disappear, there will be no hope left..."

"Then how much hope can there be now..."Xia Xun's face was bitter.

"Any idea what I see in you?"

Xia Xun looked down at his chest: "Under the sky..."

The old man shook his head: "That's just one of them..."

Hearing this, Xia Xun was surprised. The old man's words seemed to imply that he knew what was under the heavens. Xia Xun was about to ask...

The old man paused and stopped Xia Xun, who was talking to his mouth: "Don't ask, I won't say if I ask, I can't say." You're going to have to kill yourself..."

"......" Xia Xun is more bitter, but he can only be helpless.

The old man continued to say to himself: "I also saw from you, the shadow of Lao Yin and Feng Xian..."

"On that day, you led the little doll of Mo Xian, in the pure yang view, one person drank the order, and the other danced the sword blindfolded, although the fight was sparse, but it was like the old Yin and Fengxian back then..."

The old man set his eyes on the vast night sky, waving his fan lightly, and the young men and women listening quietly on both sides of the house, quite like the taste of grandchildren talking about the past under the moon.

"I think back then, he was the same as you. One person drank and one person danced the sword, from Xianxing Mountain to the Taiji Square of Chunyang Palace, and fought for millions of miles. At that time, they faced more enemies than you..."

As he spoke, the old man had some infarctions. He eased his throat before continuing, "It's just that you are much younger than they were back then. ”

"That's hope..."

A few words were said intermittently, so that people couldn't hear the reason at all, and it also made the two men and women who were about to listen to the story feel deeply bored...

"Can you tell me about Grandpa's affairs back then?" Xia Xun asked earnestly.

The old man looked at Xia Xun strangely: "Lao Yin didn't tell you?"

Xia Xun shook his head.

Xia Yin really never told him about his past. What Xia Xun knows now is only what he has put together in the past fourteen years from the chatter of the village elders, or from ancient books and documents.

"No wonder..."

"No matter how glorious the past is, there is no good outcome. That's a pity..."