"Master laughs at you for being a silly boy," the old man in a bamboo hat smiled and shook his head, "Master has taught you so many observation skills, why can't you use them when it's your turn?" Yinnuo raised his head in surprise.
Then I saw the old man in a bamboo hat taking out a letter from his sleeve.
Yin Nuo looked at the letter and frowned tightly. He wanted to raise his head to pick it up, but he never raised it.
The old man in the bamboo hat raised the letter, and a ball of orange-red flame suddenly ignited on his fingertips, and he licked up the letter in an instant.
"Wait a minute!" Yinnuo rushed to save him, but it was still a step too late.
The old man in the bamboo hat twisted his fingers, and the flame was extinguished instantly. However, the letter had burned to ashes, and disappeared without a trace when the breeze blew.
Yin Nuo only felt that his heart was tightly twisted together, and a feeling of powerlessness swallowed him whole. He was sore and heavy, and his tears could not be stopped, like broken beads, crackling and dripping down.
He knew that Master would never joke with him.
If he burns the letter, the letter is really burned.
"Nuo'er," the old man in a bamboo hat stretched out his hand again and pressed heavily on Yin Nuo's shoulder, "There are some things that by the time you want to do them, it's already too late.
That letter was written by Yin Tuiguan Yu as his teacher before he accepted you as his disciple.
There are some things they cannot say to anyone, including you, because it affects the lives and fortunes of many people.
Because of this, they would rather you hate them.
But they are caring about you every step of the way, and are even willing to pay a price you can't imagine in places you can't see.
Otherwise, I would have stopped accepting disciples as a teacher, so how could I easily make an exception just because you are a little brat?"
Yinnuo raised his head suddenly, his face full of tears, "Master, what do you mean?"
The old man in a bamboo hat shook his head gently, "Master didn't say anything. Master just wants to see your heart. This heart is so bright, what can I say?"
"My, my heart..." Yinnuo's eyes froze for a moment and he murmured to himself.
"Nuo'er, it's useless for me to look at your heart as a teacher. Only you can see your own heart, and only you can understand it." After saying this, the old man in the bamboo hat waved his sleeves, and a burst of thick white smoke rose into the sky.
, covering his figure and all his whereabouts.
When Yinnuo finally came to his senses, the forest in front of him was already empty, and not even a single person was missing.
"Master?" Yinnuo suddenly panicked, looking back and forth and shouting, "Master!"
But apart from the whirling sound of the wind, there was no echo at all.
Yin Nuo stamped her foot fiercely, extremely annoyed.
The master asked him to take a look at his own heart, but how could he see clearly?
At this moment, a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats suddenly sounded from behind, and along with it came a voice that was so familiar to him that he was no longer familiar with it.
"Nuo'er! Nuo'er? Nuo'er, where are you? Mother is here."
Hearing her mother's voice, Yinnuo's lips trembled violently.
He frantically searched around and suddenly found a thick old tree.
The ancient tree is very tall and the canopy is very dense. As long as you adjust your breath well, no one will be able to find it if you hide it.
Yinnuo didn't hesitate, jumped up, climbed up the branch, and reached the top of the tree in a few clicks.
He originally wanted to hide himself completely, but he couldn't help but poke his head out and stare at the scene below through the gaps in the branches and leaves.
A piece of green leaf fell from his hand, swirling like a butterfly, and passed by the Yin Ganhua couple who were riding on horseback.