Ji Xiao slowed down and held Meng Xueli's hand clapping his back: "Changchun Peak is warm and humid, and within a month, my cough will naturally resolve."
He looked helpless: "You just said that when there are no outsiders, you don't have to pay attention to the etiquette of master and apprentice, and get along like before. You... don't treat me as a child."
Ji Xiao thought to himself, has Meng Xueli misunderstood something since he became a teacher in the main hall? Although this attitude is close, it makes him feel uncomfortable.
Meng Xueli pulled out his hand and patted the back of his hand again: "Okay, Tingyun has grown up."
However, Meng Xueli thought, the reminder is right, Ji Xiao's parent-child status is special, and he must not be seen by others. If Ji Xiao's death is really strange, wouldn't those dark enemies want to find his son to cut the grass and root out? I must protect Xiao Tingyun.
Even if he is in Hanshan, he should not be careless. After playing Jianping to compare swords, he knows that Hanshan is not a monolith.
"You two are drinking tea here!" At this moment, Yu Qishu ran over, poured a glass of water, and drank it all, "Changchun Peak is really big and imposing, and it is indeed a great creation of Jianzun! "
He hooked up with Ji Xiao: "Did you get lost when you came last time?"
Ji Xiao shook his head helplessly.
"Senior Brother Yu, slow down—" Daotong ran after him and said to Meng Xueli, "Elder Meng, where will the two brothers live in the future? I'll go pack my things."
Meng Xueli thought for a moment, his courtyard was very large, with three entrances and three exits. Outside the courtyard, pavilions and pavilions are dotted between the mountains and rivers. Anyway, there are no rules in the division, so let the two choose according to their preferences, as long as they don't choose the quiet room where Ji Xiao used to retreat, they can live anywhere they want.
Meng Xueli smiled and said, "Don't rush to clean up, Xiao Huai, you can also sit down and have a drink."
The little Daoist sat down a little embarrassedly, cupped the tea cup with both hands, and took a sip of tea.
The apprenticeship assessment took a long time. At this time, the sky was getting dark. Meng Xueli looked at the three people sitting around him, and then looked at the peach blossom forest in the twilight, and said with emotion:
"According to the festivals in the world, tonight is New Year's Eve. It's a good day. We Changchun Peak are reunited tonight. I hope that the future will be like now, safe and happy, and last a long time."
Hearing him say this, Yu Qishu remembered the New Year's Eve at home, and she also sighed in her heart: "I came here from Egret City, which is thousands of miles away, and I really didn't expect to have today. I want to write a letter and tell my mother..." he said angrily, "cough, why are you saying this, and you don't drink alcohol."
Meng Xueli said with a smile, "I'm not good at wine, so everyone uses tea instead of wine. So what if you talk about it, and you're afraid of being laughed at?"
Meng Xueli turned to Ji Xiao and blinked: "Senior Brother Changchunfeng, don't laugh at your junior brother and master."
Ji Xiao was stunned for a moment, and joked like him: "You want to be safe and happy for a long time. Of course, everyone has been in Changchun Peak for the longest time. Master really wants to leave me and my younger brother and go to the Great Sea in the Secret Realm?"
Meng Xueli lowered his head to continue the tea, and said lightly, "I have to go."
Ji Xiao thought for a while: "Then go play, I'll accompany you."
Meng Xueli laughed heartily: "How long have you been cultivating the Dao, why don't you stay at home and join me in the fun?"
"Hahahahaha." Yu Qishu laughed, leaning back and forth, "Senior brother, Master is just not good at drinking, you are drunk without drinking!"
Ji Xiao smiled and said nothing.
Yu Qishu patted Meng Xueli on the shoulder, with a good look of the two brothers: "Why do you have to go? Others don't understand you, I understand you! It's for you and Jianzun I to be a lover, for his early life. Boundless Sword, even if it ends up in someone else's hands, you still want to fight for it with all your strength, or you won't be reconciled, right!"
Meng Xueli glared at him: "Why should it fall into someone else's hands? I can even be the leader of the 'Support Ji Party', so what's so difficult about it?"
Yu Qishu laughed until tears came out.
Meng Xueli thought to himself that since he took his friend on the 'thief boat' of Changchun Peak, he would be responsible for his friend's path.
"Little Junior Brother, calm down, come to the viewing platform on the top of the mountain at 90 tomorrow morning, Master will teach you the first lesson!"
"Hahahaha okay, let's watch the sunrise of Changchun Peak in the sea of clouds from the observation deck tomorrow morning." Yu Qishu said with a smile.
Ji Xiao turned to Xiao Daotong: "They are drunk, you have worked hard all day, go back and rest first."
Liu Xiaohuai respectfully saluted and resigned, unable to hold back halfway, she covered her mouth and laughed sullenly.
Meng Xueli said again: "Tingyun doesn't have to get up early, we teach students according to their aptitude. Come back at the hour. Master will take you to a place!"
Since Xiao Tingyun is Ji Xiao's parent and son, of course he has the right to use the treasure left by Ji Xiao at any time.
Everyone in the world of practice knows that Sword Sovereign has a rich heritage, and Meng Xueli has been cheapened in vain. However, Meng Xueli really didn't know how many treasures Ji Xiao had. In the end, he retained the habit of being a big demon and had no awareness of relying on foreign objects.
It's time to go and have a look, Meng Xueli thought, although I don't need it, I can leave it to my children.
"Tingyun, you have to live up to your expectations." Meng Xueli said.
Ji Xiao looked bewildered.
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