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Xue Meng raised his hand and poked his head: "Your head fell off."

The little apprentice stuck out his tongue, but was not afraid.

Xue Meng seems to be very serious: "Really. Your uncle is a little...how to say...split."

"Huh? Split?"

Xue Meng nodded: "I will take you to see him on New Year's Eve this year. However, you can only stay until the hour, and you must leave once the hour is over."

"Why?" The child heard nervous and exciting, and opened his eyes curiously.

Xue Meng said: "...unless you want to call him Your Majesty."

"Ah..." Hearing even more confused, this little disciple who had just started to pass his eyes blinked. He was going to ask again. Xue Meng seemed to remember something unbearable past, so he just put him down. , so that he can rub his brows with his free hand, looking like he is dying of a headache.

I haven't seen Shizun so distressed since I entered the door. The little guy can't help but be more interested in the legendary "split" Shishu, chasing Xue Meng and asking:

"Master Shizun, Shizun he-"

"Don't ask."

"That master, he..."

"Don't ask."

"The ancestor and uncle..."

"Go back and copy the book!"

"Wow, Master, you are so fierce..."

In the clear sky of Shu, the pure sunlight fell on the master and the apprentice through the branches, the wind was blowing, over the hem of Xue Meng's clothes, over the young apprentice's tender cheeks, over the magnificent peak of death and life, Chuī passed the green grass in front of the hero's tomb.

The wind is passing, and it travels all over the rivers and mountains for one day and one night. It brushes the blind people who hang pots to help the world, brushes the brothers who are admiring the plums on the snowfield, brushes the girls drinking by the Dragon Soul Pool in Jiaoshan, and brushes the family members who are retreating in the secluded valley of Nanping. Wherever he has passed, the mountains and rivers are still the same, and the Haiyan River is clear.

Meeting each other, knowing each other and meeting each other, countless people's fates are intertwined with each other, although we can't stop at a certain night banquet where we drink each other, good dreams will never wake up, but there will always be relatives, close friends, and lovers left behind by a person. Fragmented shadows, no matter whether they are alive or dead, no matter whether those people leave or not, these fragments will always be with you, returning with you.

The breeze covered the face, and the begonia tree in front of the Tongtian Tower was blooming brilliantly, no different from yesterday. The long night has passed. Everywhere in the world has its own destination. Now everything is peaceful.

Xue Meng looked up at the same towering Buddha, and the pagoda was solemn.

He seemed to recall something, smiled, took his little apprentice's hand, and walked towards the Hall of Hearts of the Heart, the largest sect in the world.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of the master and apprentice chanting leisurely on the Tongtian Tower when he ascended the throne many years ago. The song crossed the long river of time, and scattered like snow behind the current Sect Leader Xue——

When I visit my old friend, under the bright moon, the faces of lanterns and flowers are red. Once the phoenix chicks sing and dawn, thousands of acres of rivers and mountains are in the clear. Zongjiao Tibetan brewed Junmo drink, and returned to meet his brother after many years.

...

Why should life always be with you, send the east wind with lovesickness from a distance.

——End of the whole article——

Chapter 312 Extra Story "Returning to the Garden"

——The storyline takes place two years after the finale——

The hut is filled with the fragrance of rice porridge.

A child with pointy ears and a pumpkin leaf on his head leaned in front of the hearth to add new wood to the fire. A red-haired girl sat next to him, watching the fire while eating honey.

"I think the fire could be bigger."

"I don't think it's possible, no matter how big it is, it will be mushy."

"I don't think it's fuzzy."

"Bah, what do you know, you only eat candy."

Chu nightning pushed the door with the hunted hare, followed by a group of chattering little grass groups, little flower demons, and even little moss demons as big as fingernails.

The pair of tree brothers and sisters sitting by the fire immediately got up and hurriedly bowed to him: "Shenmu Xianjun."

Shenmu Xianjun is what these wood spirits call Chu Wanning.

In fact, looking back at many things, there are already clues. In his previous life, he didn't know why he was born with a nine-song magic weapon, and he didn't know why he had such great control over vegetation. Even before, he didn't understand why the wine-colored gourd that ran out of the Golden Drum Pagoda would act against him. He was respectful.

I understand now.

He is the Yan Emperor Shenmu, and the Yan Emperor Shenmu is the source of all vegetation in the world.

After the battle of life and death, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran returned to the secluded valley of Nanping. Those fierce bàonüè spells were temporarily unavailable, but the days were a bit bland. Chu nightning figured out the wood spirit summoning technique. The little monsters in the valley all gathered under their command.

"It looks a bit like taking the mountain as the king." Mo Ran commented with a smile, "It's just a tiger skin blanket on the ground."

But Chu Xianjun, who occupies the mountain as the king, is very anxious these days, because Xue Meng sent them a message a few days ago, and awkwardly expressed that he wanted to come to Nanping Mountain for this year's Mid-Autumn Festival and gather with them.

After two years, the relationship between the master and the apprentice is finally washed away by time and is no longer so embarrassing. Chu nightning is naturally willing to see the former lover again. So a month before the Mid-Autumn Festival, he began to seriously think about what dishes to prepare to entertain Xue Ziming.

"What is Master writing?"

At night, the candles flickered, and the ink burned in the past, holding Chu Wanning from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder, and his black eyes looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone spread on the table.

He originally just asked casually, the main purpose was to coax Brother Engong to go to church earlier. He is actually not very interested in what Chu nightning is writing.

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