The sky will be bright before it dawns.

Jiang Xiaoman slowly opened his eyes, he was really a little tired after a day of driving yesterday, and he fell asleep at night.

The fire in front of him had long been extinguished and burned out, and although the sky was not yet fully bright, there was already a faint light reflected in the sky.

The middle-aged man who claimed to be Yun Zhongjun was standing in front of the temple gate at this time, looking up at the sky with his back to Jiang Xiaoman, looking at the slightly white sky.

Like, thinking about something.

Last night, Yun Zhongjun didn't sleep all night, not because of the slight snoring of the young man.

Cultivating like him, there is no need to use sleep to replenish physical strength, plus there are things hidden in his heart, so he naturally has no sleep.

"The seniors got up early enough, and it's not even dawn yet. Jiang Xiaoman stretched, yawned heavily, straightened up and wiped his eyes, and greeted Yun Zhongjun with a chuckle.

"This person, when he reaches a certain age, this sleep will naturally gradually decrease. Yun Zhongjun didn't turn around, smiled softly, and said slowly.

"Senior, are you leaving?"

Jiang Xiaoman looked at Yun Zhongjun's back and asked softly.

"Yes, I was going to wait for you to wake up, say hello to you, and then leave. Yun Zhongjun turned around, looked at the young man and smiled.

Of the five regions of Kyushu, only the southern regions are left unfinished.

If he hadn't found the child yet, he was planning to go overseas, to several ancient countries outside the territory like a ruin country to find out the child's whereabouts.

If there is no great opportunity, I think that my child should not be transformed by now.

But I don't know if this kind of ethnic talent is more like his wife, or more like himself.

Although he also knew that he was looking for a needle in a haystack now, as long as there was still a glimmer of hope, he felt that he should continue to search.

Hope is something that you can't see or touch, but you know that it really exists.

The only thing that can be predicted in life is hope.

"The seniors took two pear blossom cakes to eat on the road, and the nearest post station had to be half a day's journey to go. Jiang Xiaoman took out the small burden that Ji Xiaoyue made for himself to ask for pear blossom cake from the baggage, took out two, and stepped forward and handed them to the Yunzhongjun.

Although it is just a meeting in Pingshui, it is indeed a lot of kindness from this cloud king.

Acquired triple, innate triple.

Although it is only the threshold of the path to seek immortals for the warriors and monks in the world, it is also the most difficult part of the road.

The predecessors have clouds, the first three realms of the fairy road, climb the day after tomorrow such as climbing the mountain, enter the innate such as picking up the steps, the Venerable is the retrograde boat of the ten thousand river rapids, a heavy sadness and a heavy pass.

If there was no pot of spirit wine, Jiang Xiaoman would have to take two to three years, or even longer, if he wanted to step into the peak realm of the day after tomorrow.

This kindness is as heavy as Mount Tai in the young man's heart.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be willing to give up the pear blossom cake that Ji Xiaoyue made for himself as a thank you.

Naturally, a few pieces of pear blossom cake only represent the gratitude of the young man, and it is really not enough to compare with the kindness of last night's wine, just like a drop of sea water in the vast sea.

But for Jiang Xiaoman, only this pear blossom cake is the most precious at the moment, and the rest will only be repaid if there is a chance in the future.

If you have a favor, you will repay it, which is the rule of the Jiang family's boys.

Since it was the young man's intention, Yun Zhongjun did not refuse, laughed and thanked him, and put one of the two pieces of pear blossom cake into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

But as he ate, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

"What? Is it not in line with the appetite of the seniors?" Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help but ask in a low voice when he saw Yun Zhongjun's expression, but he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart, in his opinion, the food made by Ji Xiaoyue was the best except for his mother.

But now this Yun Zhongjun's expression is obviously that he feels that the taste is not good.

Although he was kind to him, the young man was still a little reluctant to see Yun Zhongjun show such an expression after eating the pear blossom cake made by Ji Xiaoyue.

In his opinion, no matter who you are, after being lucky enough to be able to taste the little girl's craft, you should be addicted to it.

This time, it was really a teenager who misunderstood Yun Zhongjun.

This pear blossom cake can make the teenager full of praise, and the taste is naturally excellent.

The reason why he frowned was because this middle-aged man who called himself Yun Zhongjun tasted a hint of something else from this faint sweet pear blossom fragrance.

"The taste is so good, it's rare in the world. Yun Zhongjun nodded and admired softly, paused, raised his head and looked at the young man and asked, "This pastry should not be made by your mother, but by a girl of your age?"

"That's true, this pear blossom cake was specially made for me to eat on the road because Ji Xiaoyue was worried that I was hungry. Jiang Xiaoman sighed lightly, nodded, and couldn't help but be curious: "How did the seniors know that this pastry was made by a girl of my age?"

Yun Zhongjun was a little distracted when he took this pastry, a bitter taste flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "Little brother is really blessed, cherish this girl who is willing to make pear blossom cake for you." ”

The taste hidden behind the sweet and glutinous taste, how could he not be familiar with it.

A faint bitterness, it must have been a woman's tears that fell accidentally when she lowered her head.

That year, there was also such a woman like Ji Xiaoyue in the mouth of the young man, who made similar pastries when she was on a high-spirited expedition to the four seas.

It's just that at that time, although he tasted the bitterness after the sweetness of the pastry, he didn't know that this bitterness hid the woman's wish to return with her beloved.

When he was young, who was not high-spirited and devoted himself to fighting the sword to the end of the world.

But they ignore that at the end of the way home there may be a woman of one kind or another, who is waiting for it but cannot find it.

When did you fall in love with spirits?

Maybe it's because she can't eat her own pastries anymore...

Drink strong wine, get drunk is paranoid, but read the past.

There was once a stupid woman who gave birth to a child for him and exchanged her life for him.

Jiang Xiaoman nodded, a little puzzled, why this middle-aged man's eyes turned red for a moment.

"I really envy you!" Yun Zhongjun turned around and walked in front of Jiang Xiaoman, stretched out his hand and touched the young man's head, and said in a low voice.

The teenager doesn't know what it's like, where will he know the real parting, maybe it's goodbye.

If he could hear her say one more thing and don't leave, he would be willing to throw away the liquor and freedom.

Jiang Xiaoman didn't hide, although his mother said before going out that men's heads and women's feet were the most untouchable.

But this Yun Zhongjun is a senior after all, Lin Mei also said that if you meet a girl or elder who is not disgusted when you go out, then the previous sentence doesn't matter...

"This pastry is really precious, the rule in Kyushu is that the etiquette is exchanged, and you can't eat it in vain. Seeing the young man's confused face, Yun Zhongjun laughed, looking at Jiang Xiaoman as if he was looking at his own nephew, he thought about it and touched it from his arms, took out a quaint Xun and a yellowed music sheet and handed it to the young man in front of him: "Take it, it's my return gift." ”

"Senior, it's just two pieces of pastry, it's a matter of effort..."Jiang Xiaoman hurriedly waved his hand, took two steps back slightly, and didn't pick up the Gu Xun and Gu Pu.

In this river and lake, the most difficult thing to return is human affection.

Although Jiang Xiaoman didn't understand musical instruments, he also knew that the things handed over by Yun Zhongjun must be extraordinary.

Moreover, although the young man is upright, he is not a person who does not know how to advance and retreat.

Since I was a child, I never thought about getting used to touch that instrument, and singing was out of tune, and this faint purple Gu Xun gave it to him, which would only make the pearl dusty.

"Let you take it, how many twists, this is not like the style of the Jiang family. Yun Zhongjun deliberately kept a straight face, stuffed the two things in his hand into the young man's hand, and then smiled softly: "Besides, who said that the pastry is just a gesture, and it is more precious than the thousand taels of gold and ten thousand taels of silver to me." ”

"Besides, this Xun and the score are not exactly for you. Yun Zhongjun put his hands behind his back and said softly and slowly: "Among the ten instruments in the music, this Xun is the easiest to get started, practice well with this score, and when you see the girl named Ji Xiaoyue in the future, you will blow a song for her, which will also be counted as my gratitude to the girl." ”

"In this way, then thank you to your predecessors for your generous gift..."Jiang Xiaoman is not a tangled person, he generously took the Xun score, lowered his head to look through it, and saw that there were two big characters written on the first page of the yellowed Xun score, "Calling the Rain".

Calling for rain?

Didn't you learn this song, can you really call the wind and rain when you play?

Jiang Xiaoman thought happily.

He didn't like any musical instrument since he was a child, but now, he can't let go of the lilac Gu Xun in his hand.

When I looked up again, I saw the middle-aged man who called himself Yun Zhongjun laughing and walking out of the temple gate, and disappeared in an instant.

The young man thought that he was dazzled, chased out of the temple, looked left and right, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he still couldn't find Yun Zhongjun's figure.

Only then did it dawn on me that the middle-aged man who had stayed with him all night in this barren mountain and abandoned temple would be a master of the world that is often mentioned in the book, and he hurriedly bowed to the void and bowed twice.

One is to worship the grace of last night's wine and cultivation, and the other is to pay tribute to today's treasure.

Above the void, in a void, Yun Zhongjun quietly watched everything the young man did, smiled lightly and nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and stepped into the depths of the void and disappeared.

Back in the temple, Jiang Xiaoman cleaned up the fire that had long been turned into ashes, and saluted the statue in the temple, secretly disturbing the fairy uncle, and Xiaoman'er left.

Daddy said that this man must be in awe.

When you go out, if you have to stay in a deserted temple, you must worship the statue of the god in the temple when you leave, in order to show your gratitude.

After packing his bags, Jiang Xiaoman thought about it and cleaned up the inside and outside of the temple, then he clapped his hands with satisfaction, and Lu Ma Xiaobai, who was holding him, slowly continued to hurry.

The sun also rose at this time.

The sun rises in the east, and the sun shines on the earth, sprinkled on the youth, and sprinkles on the deserted temple that is no longer uninhabited.

In the temple where the slightest smell of fireworks had long been felt, in front of the statue of the god, a stick of incense gradually emerged from nothingness, and then it spontaneously ignited without fire.

A Taoist walked out of the mottled statue, the corners of his mouth slightly raised to look at the young man who was gradually moving away.

When the incense burned out, the Taoist waved his hand to whisk the dust, and the clean and dusty temple that was originally cleaned by Jiang Xiaoman returned to its original state.

Outside the temple, the grass is littered.

In the temple, except for the foot in front of the statue, once again cobwebs were covered with dust.

The Taoist chuckled and walked into the statue and disappeared, but a subtle and almost inaudible exclamation came from the air.

"The Jiang family, in this life, there is finally another extremely interesting teenager..."