Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

Qingyun Mountain, Dazhu Peak.

Tian Buyi, the first member of the Big Bamboo Peak lineage of the Qingyunmen, is walking back and forth with his hands behind his back in the Shoujing Hall on the Big Bamboo Peak alone.He was in a very bad mood, with a faint look of anger on his face, and a hint of irritability.

The catastrophe is in front of the world now, and no one knows when those terrifying monsters will attack. As one of the leaders of Qingyunmen, he is naturally troubled by this.But also because of this, after several times of persuasion from his wife Suru, Tian Buyi finally went to Xiaozhufeng three days ago to propose marriage to Master Shuiyue for Song Daren and Wen Min for the happiness of his disciple Song Daren.

Unexpectedly, when Shuiyue looked at Tian Buyi, she thought that the little apprentice Zhang Xiaofan he taught had caused her beloved apprentice Lu Xueqi to suffer so much, she didn't even give Suru face on the spot, let alone the disgraceful disciple beside her. Wen Min refused directly, and made a mockery of Tian Buyi.

Tian Buyi has such a temperament, how can he not be furious, he had a big fight with Master Shuiyue on the top of Xiaozhu Peak, almost started a fight, in the end it was Suru who reluctantly pulled him back to Big Bamboo Peak, and Shuiyue Master Yue was also stopped by a group of disciples on their knees.

At this moment, the Shoujing Hall was silent, only the sound of Tian Buyi's footsteps could be heard, he seemed to have thought of something.He knew about Lu Xueqi's face-to-face refusal to marry at Tongtian Peak's Yuqing Palace, and Tian Buyi also heard rumors about Lu Xueqi, the most outstanding talent among the younger generation of disciples.

It's just that what he cares about deeply in his heart is another person among those "rumors".

"Ten years." He sighed softly, his expression was a little dazed, and sometimes even he himself felt a little strange, why did that little disciple who seemed so inconspicuous back then make him worry about it for so many years? ?

Tian Buyi gave a wry smile and shook his head, at this moment, he suddenly felt something, frowned, looked outside the Shoujing Hall, only heard the sound of piercing the sky from a distance.Tian Buyi pondered for a moment, collected himself, and walked out.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a figure flashing in the corridor of the disciple's house, it turned out to be Ghost Li, I saw him silently staring in the direction of the Shoujing Hall for a moment, then turned around and walked slowly along the once very familiar corridor. go inside.

Once upon a time, the past time was gently turned in the sound of slow walking footsteps, and those old things seemed to be engraved here between every brick, tile, pillar and stone building, echoing around him.

If, if...if nothing changes...

He stood between the corridors illuminated by the faint sunlight, and slowly sat down on the low railing of the corridor. The warm and warm sunlight of the Big Bamboo Peak shone on his face, as if he looked like ten years ago.

There were footsteps and conversations coming from behind. The fourth disciple He Dazhi and the sixth disciple Du Bishu walked over slowly. Among them, Du Bishu was holding a wooden bucket half filled with water. Holding a rag, it looked like he was going to clean it up somewhere.

A moment later, Ghost Li's figure appeared from a corner outside the corridor, looking forward with complicated eyes.

Ghost Li floated past without making a sound.

There was the sound of water in the room, and then the voices of Du Bishu and He Dazhi came out: "Fourth Senior Brother, tell me, it's been so many years, why does Master want us to clean this room? Junior Brother has already left ten years ago. It has been many years, but Master still tells us to keep this place as it is, and clean it every day, I really don’t know what the old man is thinking about?”

The figure standing outside the room stood dumbly and slowly lowered his head.

In the room, He Dazhi was silent for a while, but sighed, and said in a low voice: "Although Master has never talked about my junior brother these years, we all know that he loves Xiaofan the most in his heart. Junior brother."

Du Bishu's voice said: "Yeah! I can see this too. To be honest, sometimes I miss my junior brother very much. But what's the use of that, my junior brother has already become a different person by now. Could it be?" Will he go back to Big Bamboo Peak, become Zhang Xiaofan again, and become our seventh junior brother again?..."

Outside the window, the sun shone warmly on his body, but Ghost Li seemed to be in an ice cellar!

He Dazhi and Du Bishu also fell silent, they messed around in the house for a while, and came out with a bucket in hand, He Dazhi gently closed the door, watching the green grass in the small courtyard, the swaying pine branches, although it was full of spring It is full of life, but there is always a sense of loneliness.It seems that the owner of this house is not here, and even this piece of spring light has quietly faded away.

He shook his head, sighed, and left with Du Bishu.

After a long time, Ghost Li slowly came out from behind the pine tree.The familiar mountain wind blew on his face and ruffled his hair.He walked to the door, raised his right hand, and placed it on the door.

His movements were very slow, as if there was a heavy weight on his hands, and even the expression on his face seemed to be out of breath.However, that strange and inexplicable feeling, like an invisible force, finally pushed the door open!

It's like pushing open a window of the past and seeing the past.

Familiar beds, familiar tables and chairs, and banners hanging on the wall that look a little withered and yellow after many years, even the kettle and teacups on the table look exactly the same as they did back then!

Does anyone know how many times this simple and simple room has appeared in dreams?Even the air here seems to have a faint nostalgia for the past.He walked into the room slowly, walked to the side of the bed, sat down slowly, and gently stroked the bedding on the edge of the bed with his hands, the soft feeling passed through his palm.

Who saw that he suddenly bit his lip, so hard, so deep!