Ancestor, your soy sauce bottle fell off

Wei Lin once asked his father why he gave himself such a name, and Wei Changhai, who was reading a scroll, was startled suddenly, "That day... heavy snow."

When he was young, he couldn't understand the obscurity between his father's eyebrows and eyes, so he continued to write obediently when he got the answer, "Heavy snow, November Festival. The big one is Sheng Ye. So far, the snow is in full bloom."

This is the task left by his father. After writing the 24 solar terms, he can go out to play. Speaking of which, the snowstorm this year is really heavy.

"Xiao Lin, wake up, we're here." A soft female voice suddenly rang in his ears, Wei Lin was startled, and then realized that this is not the past, he has long since become an orphan without a father and a mother.

"Aunt Mei, where is this place?"

When you open your eyes, you can see that everything is blue, and the shades of green seem to flow in the air, which makes people feel transparent and comfortable.

"This is Wendao Sect, the number one sect in Yunxiao." Aunt Mei said with a complicated expression, "Your mother was an outer disciple here before."

Wei Lin's eyes widened suddenly, and suddenly he saw the green fireworks explode in front of him, revealing the towering and tall buildings behind it, which seemed to be out of reach.

"This is asking Zong Zhenrong." Aunt Mei sighed and took his hand, "Come with me, let's queue up."

Wei Lin nodded blankly, and followed her into the crowd that suddenly appeared along with the building.

"Name, age."

"Wei Lin, eight."

"Go there to test the spiritual roots." The kind-faced young man waited for his companion to record, and pointed to a large dark-colored boulder and said to him.

Aunt Mei held his hand tightly, then let go without hesitation, "Go quickly, don't be nervous."

Wei Lin curled up his fingers, feeling a little uneasy in such an environment, but thinking about his empty back, he couldn't help but look a little firmer, and walked slowly towards Dashi.

After the cold, it was scalding heat. Wei Lin remained motionless with a sullen face, looking at the colorful colors blooming on the boulder, his eyes were dim and unclear.

"Five Spirit Roots." The young monk guarding the side of the boulder gave a soft "tsk", and waved to them without saying anything.

"Wait!" Aunt Mei's voice was terrifyingly sharp under such a solemn situation, "He has the body of purple thunder, and the five spirit roots match the body of purple thunder. Daoist Lord Qingya must be very interested!"

Even though he was said in such a casual manner, Wei Lin didn't feel a trace of anger. He just quietly glanced at the so-called handkerchief of his mother who had no manners, and then looked down at his well-cared-for hand, slightly dazed.

"Wu Linggen..." Thinking of Aunt Mei's unsurprised look when she heard the result, Wei Lin raised the corner of her mouth sarcastically, did she really check it...

The young monk was taken aback, looked at the child with pity or mockery, and then turned to the pale and frightened woman, "I see, you can go over there and wait."

He pointed to an open space between the selected children and the untested children. At the same time, he whispered a few words to a young man beside him, and let him leave.

Wei Lin was pulled up by Aunt Mei, and felt her wrist was bone-chillingly cold.

Frowning uncomfortably, he didn't say anything after all, and stood beside him obediently.

Suddenly, he felt a scorching gaze hit his face, but he looked up but saw nothing.

Strange, is it an illusion...

Lowering his eyelids, Wei Lin pretended not to notice anything. After a long time, that gaze cautiously revealed like a frightened rabbit, staring at him almost intently. There were excitement, annoyance, and curiosity in the gaze. , It is so complicated that it is puzzling, but the only thing that is not there is malice and ridicule.I don't know if it's the reason, but for the first time, he didn't feel any emotion such as disgust at such a direct gaze, but instead felt a sense of amused pity in his heart.

——How can you be so timid and only watch furtively?

After a while, that gaze suddenly disappeared, and the young man who ran to report the news ran over with a subtle expression on his face, and whispered to the young man at the beginning, "Leader, please take this child to Xuanwei Peak first."

As expected, the young man looked so helpless, "Then you take him there."

The boy pursed his lips and walked up to Wei Lin, "Come with me."

"Then... what about Aunt Mei?" Wei Lin was secretly annoyed by the disappearance of that gaze, and when he said this, his face really had such an ugly meaning.

The young man frowned, "Senior Brother Zhou will take care of it himself, and the money is indispensable to you."

Aunt Mei's lips trembled, and she touched Wei Lin's head with a half-crying smile, "You...you let him go, Xiao Lin, be obedient."

Wei Lin felt a strange sadness in his heart, he nodded and showed a big smile, "I will."

From then on, he was alone again.

The moment he turned around and left.It seemed to hear the suppressed sobbing of a woman.

The boy's lips moved, but he still couldn't say anything consoling, so he patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, the master is very good."

Wei Lin nodded obediently, "I'm fine, little brother."

The boy's gaze softened instantly, "Come with me."

Xuanwei Peak is the closest peak to Wendao Sect's sect, and naturally it is also the peak with the strongest fairy spirit. Not to mention that it is lined with trees and flowers are blooming everywhere, it is only said that the lazy and leisurely spirit beasts are easy to look at. It has added a lot of vitality to this fairyland-like land.

But the height of this peak is not something ordinary people can subdue. The young man looked at the little child who was still at a loss with sympathy and said softly, "The head said that if you want to see him, you must climb this mountain first."

Wei Lin looked at the mountain that seemed to have no end in sight, his lips were almost pursed into a straight line, but he still nodded with firm eyes, "I see."

It makes people feel more and more that this child is so obedient and obedient.

The boy who was about to turn around and walk also stopped, and watched him go up quietly.

Wei Lin twitched the corner of his mouth, this is his only way out, he will never give up.

Not far away, the young monk in fluttering white clothes stared at the hard-working little child, obvious entanglement flashed in his eyes, in case he couldn't climb up the plot or something...

But Wei Lin was destined to be no ordinary child, even if he was very tired, he insisted on climbing up, it took him a day and a night, um, neither hungry nor thirsty.

Wei Lin stroked his stomach and thought of the candy that Aunt Mei stuffed into his mouth when he arrived, his expression became complicated all of a sudden, no amount of money could buy that kind of thing.

"Wei Lin, come with me." The gentle-looking cultivator with a sword on the top of the peak stretched out his hand to him who was lying on the ground, with an obvious hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Wei Lin moved his fingertips, but with the last bit of strength he stood up by himself, looking at him expressionlessly.

"You're fine, don't worry." Seeing that he was a little stiff, the sword-bearer cultivator explained gently before turning around and leading the way.

Wei Lin pursed his lips, suppressed the thought of looking back—what if he scared that coward—cautiously followed the footsteps of the person in front.

When approaching the entrance of the main hall, Bai Xunyun suddenly heard footsteps behind him and paused, then quickly returned to normal frequency.

Although a little curious, it was obvious that now was not the time to ask, so Bai Xunyun stopped and waited for the child to catch up before slowly walking in.

"Master, I brought him."

Sitting in the empty hall was only a middle-aged monk in white clothes with wide sleeves. His brows and eyes were not very good-looking, but he was full of fairy spirit, and he looked like a fairy.

Wei Lin didn't have time to think about the suddenly disappearing gaze, he just followed Bai Xunyun to salute, then stood aside silently, he knew that this person in the hall decided whether he could stay in this place or not.

Qinghe Zhenjun did not speak, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became terribly suppressed and terribly quiet.

Sweat quickly appeared on Wei Lin's forehead, and his face turned red, but he remained silent, letting the tips of his teeth be stained with bright red blood.

Just when Wei Lin thought that he could no longer hold on, a certain monk sitting in a high position said, "Xunyun, take him to the guest room."

Bai Xunyun responded respectfully, turned around and moved his fingers, but still didn't reach out to him, "Let's go."

Wei Lin gave a deep salute to Qing and Zhenjun, and then staggered out.

"This son..." Qinghe Zhenjun rubbed his temples with some distress. He originally wanted to find a good-natured little brother, but this child's cruelty to him always made him feel inexplicably startled. To search, but nowhere to be found.

Wei Lin didn't know that he was just a child and already made the head's temples hurt, he just sat in the arranged room frowning and thinking.

To be honest, it is impossible not to regret it. If I knew who he was earlier, I would look back and see who he is. It’s better than not knowing what he looks like now.

Many years later, he still laughed at himself with Shan Qingya, with his ability at that time, even if he looked back, he would not be able to see a piece of his clothes.

But now a certain person who knows nothing about cultivation can only remain depressed. He doesn't know how long it will take. Not only will he be able to see that person's face, but he will also have a constant entanglement with that person.

At this moment, the little boy has only one small wish in his heart: let that person appear again, let me see his face.

However, three days later, he saw the man, but failed to recognize him.