After tasting the soup in Yanyan's soup spoon, Wen Qiong looked up and saw Yumei leading Chen Yuyun to stand in front of him.
Wen Qiong showed a gentle smile on his face, and walked towards the two of them with a plate of dishes serving the dishes in one hand.
Just as he turned around, Wen Qiong turned back to Yan Yan and said, "You have been in vain after making meals for so long. Come and have some tea."
Yan Yan was still busy with the dishes in the pot, and had no time to look up, so he just responded softly.
This small interaction is actually very simple and ordinary, but because Chen Yuyun is very careful and sensitive, he feels that the two of them are even more extraordinary.
He also keenly noticed that the master looked at Yan Yan with extra obvious concern.
Chen Yuyun's eyes lingered between the two without any trace. After saluting Wen Qiongju in a regular manner, he was still a little absent-minded when he knelt down on the other side of Wen Qiong.
But Chen Yuyun's butt was not firmly sitting, Wen Qiong, who was talking to Mr. Yumei, suddenly turned around and looked at Chen Yuyun with bright black eyes:
"Yun'er, why did you sit down? Can't you go over and help Miss Yan?"
Chen Yuyun was stunned for a moment, quickly stood up again, bowed in panic: "What Master has admonished is that the disciple will go now."
After Chen Yuyun finished saluting, his eyes turned to his master again. Wen Qiong looked at Yan Yan, who was busy in front of the stove, and there was a concerning smile on his lips:
"Miss Yan, Ayun is here. You can use him as you like. All the energy-consuming tasks are left to him, and you don't have to see him."
Chen Yuyun whispered.
When he heard this, he felt that the master's tone was: his own children could do whatever they wanted.
Then Wen Qiong turned around again and continued to talk to Yumeizi.
From beginning to end, I never looked at him, a young apprentice whom he had not met for many years.
He is still the master’s favorite little apprentice!
Chen Yuyun suddenly became sore.
But although the master didn't care about him, Chen Yuyun's feeling of missing him was real.
But the master spoke. Although he wanted to stay by his side for a while, he couldn't sit still without moving.
Yan Yan was stirring a ball of meat filling in the wooden basin. Seeing Chen Yuyun walking over with his head and face drooping, he asked with a smile: "I finally met your master, why can't I be with him?"
Chen Yuyun was in a bad mood and spoke with a little anger: "Master, he doesn't like me."
Yan Yan laughed as soon as he heard this.
Mr. Chen usually lives in the caravan, and in terms of calmness, he says that no one dares to be the first, even if he is second.
The biggest advantage of Chen Yuyun’s work style is stability.
Today I actually got into a bad temper, but it turned out to be different immediately before my master.
It seems that Wen Qiong really loved this youngest disciple very much in the past, and this was all used to it.
Yan Yan smiled: "The Lord of Wendao probably said something to Mr. Yumei before he sent you away. Yesterday he called him to see you, but he saw that he was thinking about you very much."
Chen Yuyun glanced at Yan Yan with a complicated expression.
He particularly wanted to say, "You are the one who is lying hard now, Master is now."
Just don't dare.
Silently holding the words back to his heart, Chen Yuyun used hard force and directly crushed the head of a big freshwater lobster weighing half a pound, and his hands were covered with yellow and orange brain mass.
Chen Yuyun suddenly looked disgusted.
Yan Yan smiled and looked at him, picked up the wooden basin and went to fry the meatballs.
Next to the fire not far away.
Wen Qiong held the pot in his hand, and the tall and thin tea water was poured into the cup of jade eyebrows from the mouth of the pot, and beautiful jewels bloomed on the edge of the cup.
"How did you do this?"
Mr. Yumei knew that his old friend was asking about his cultivation and smiled: "I thought Miss Yan had already told you."
Wen Qiong: "I saw it last night because I was anxious to see how Yun'er is doing now, so I could only send you back in a hurry."
Mr. Yumei briefly told Wen Qiong about the Great Wilderness Demon. After that, Cihe's eyes turned to Yan Yan, who was still busy in front of the stove:
"If there was no Miss Yan, I wouldn't be able to meet you again."
Wen Qiong nodded silently: "I said, you are willing to bring her here, I guess that you have a different relationship with you. I am still like your disciple and happy for you."
When Wen Qiong finished speaking, his eyes dimmed, he lowered his eyes, and looked at the teacup in his hand, with a very lonely expression.
This kind of Wen Qiong made Yumei feel a little distressed: "The things have passed, and you can't blame me for the past."
Wen Qiong closed his eyes, and his young and elegant face finally could not hide the vicissitudes of life that had emerged from his heart for years.
Shaking his head, Wen Qiong sighed softly: "I was selfish back then."
"I have clearly calculated Yun'er's disaster, but I still kept him by my side selfishly."
"Actually, when you came to Tianbei Island, I knew in my heart that all this was God's will. I should let you take Ayun away. This child will be successful in the future with you, but I can't bear to leave..."
When Wen Qiong raised his head again, his eyes were covered with red blood.
Looking at the old friend's confessional eyes, Yumei looked gentle: "You were also fully cultivating him at the beginning. I have heard that you have never asked him to leave you, and you are very careful. Maybe this is Ayun
A lucky number that cannot be escaped."
After saying that, Mr. Yumei suddenly looked at Wen Qiong with a serious look: "You are not in seclusion when you enter Yunmeng!"
Wen Qiong didn't say anything, and his eyes were filled with the sadness of falling snow.
His eyes were already clear, and at this moment he was stained with deep sadness, just like the leaves remaining on the branches in autumn, unwilling to leave with the wind.
Mr. Yumei was finally moved, and his lips trembled slightly: "Are you really avoiding the heavenly disaster?"
Wen Qiong still had red eyes and nodded gently:
"I can't get over Yun'er's matter. If the heavenly tribulation asks the heart of Tao, I will die. But I have not completed what I should do yet, and I cannot leave."
For so many years, people outside think that Wen Qiong has been in seclusion and practiced.
But no one knew that his cultivation had already questioned the way of heaven and reached the late stage of Hedao Great Perfection.
In fact, he had already responded to the coming of heavenly disaster in the early years.
In addition to being strong in the body, the heavenly tribulation also questioned the reality of the Taoist heart.
Wen Qiong has always known that he could not pass the level of heavenly tribulation because of Shen Yuyun's incident back then. His guilt was too deep and too severe, so he had to deal with the disaster.
Hiding into Yunmeng Daze was not because he was afraid of death, but because what he should have done was not done yet.
The previous island owner handed over Tianbei Island to his hands, and he could not hand over such an important sect in a daze.
Hiding in Yunmeng Daze is to delay the arrival of the heavenly tribulation and to find opportunities.
It is even more about finding the right person to entrust.
In fact, as soon as Yumeizi entered the island, Wen Qiong felt something.
At that time, he was surprised and happy, so he planned to call his close friend into Yunmeng.
With Yumeizi helping him, he can test several of his chosen junior disciples with peace of mind, calmly select the most suitable heir to the next Tianbei Island Lord, and then calmly meet his great test.
Even if the final result is to be destroyed, there will be no worries.
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Thank you, Tuopu, book friend 20220702103646347. Without the monthly ticket support of mountains and rivers, I finally got a little early today, (|3[▓▓] Good night