The green color of the mountains is covered with gentle wind; the spirit birds penetrate the clouds and the immortals walk on the fog, and the sight of the distance is a grand scene of immortals.
I never thought that one day I would come to this kind of cultivation sect, to this holy land where everyone in the Zhao family feared it and yearned for it, and standing on the ground, Nanyun was like being in the clouds.
It’s not true, it’s really not true, I can’t practice, so why is it here?
He quickly alerted himself, but the facts were right in front of him. Whether he was in the disciple's dormitory, the books, or the location in the mountains, he was telling him that everything was true.
Sadness and joy climbed into his heart at the same time, and he suddenly thought of his grandfather.
He felt a little numb in his heart. He stood outside the door, wondering what happened after he was unconscious. Facing the peaceful and peaceful sect in front of him, he looked carefully with great hope and fear of gains and losses.
Really, it's true!
The more he looked at it, the more he became, the more he became. He didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he quickly locked himself in the house to dispel all his thoughts.
He closed his eyes tightly when he tried to tell himself that he could not practice.
The more he thought about it, the faster he calmed down, and then he fell into a cycle of confusion.
Since I can’t practice, how could I be here?
Twist!
A sound of knocking on the door was heard.
"Senior Brother Chang, it's time to have lunch."
Nan Yun in the room was stunned. The voices outside were heard as if they were a male voice in his twenties or thirties.
At such an old age, he is still called Senior Brother Chang Yuehui.
"Brother Chang is not here, he went to compete with other senior brothers."
His answer in the room also made the person who delivered the meal outside the door slightly stunned.
"This is the private residence of the disciple's dormitory. The master is not allowed to enter unless he is here. Who are you?"
The people outside were slightly confused and continued, "Sir, please open the door and see you."
His tone was respectful, but Nanyun had already understood the suspicion and verification. He also wanted to know how he came here, and opened the door with three-point uneasiness.
I thought the other party was a disciple of the sect, but I just came to ask Chang Yuehui to have lunch together, but when he saw this person's dress and the tray serving food, he suddenly felt badly.
If the other party knew that he was a disciple of the sect, or rather, he knew that he was here and preparing lunch, it should be at least two servings.
This exquisite meal was obviously not as good as his.
The visitor first respectfully placed the food on Chang Yuehui's dining table before leaving.
"This young master? Are you a new disciple?" Looking at Nan Yun's outfit being shabby than himself, the visitor asked suspiciously.
Following the other party's gaze, Nanyun suddenly became inferior, and he was not sure at all.
"I don't know. When I woke up, I was here. Just now, Senior Brother Chang came back and asked me if I was a new disciple of the sect, but I still don't know anything."
He speaks neither humble nor arrogantly, and states the facts.
With a smile, the servant said, "So that's the case. The sect rules are strict. If this young master doesn't know his identity for the time being, then it's better not to move everything in this room without any action."
At the bottom of the world for many years, Nan Yun has already seen through the warmth and warmth of the people. The other party smiled gently, but he was also warning himself. Of course, if he is really a disciple of the sect, the other party can also be a kind reminder.
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"This is natural, thank you for the reminder."
Although he was dressed in shabby clothes and made a gesture of courtesy, he was naturally moving forward and retreating. The person who came was not sure what was going on. He bowed and left with doubts.
After closing the door, Nanyun couldn't sit still.
It smells so fragrant.
The food beside him not only looked exquisite, but also emitting fragrance, seducing the greedy beetles in Natsuyun's belly.
He is not a greedy person, but he is no longer sure. Faced with this meal, he has an instinctive desire and he really wants to eat it.
Maybe he was guilty, thinking about the faint oppression in the words of the peddler just now, the young man who had arrived here inexplicably could not bear the temptation of the fragrance and forced himself to sit in front of the table.
He didn't know why he got here, and no one cared about it.
The sound of hunger came from his belly. He looked at the door helplessly and patted his stomach gently.
"I finally came here, you have to be more motivated."
It was as if he was stimulated by the fragrance. He walked to the bed and sucked through the window. The window contained the green color. The summer solstice was flying cliffs and waterfalls, which were spectacular and pleasant.
But the rich fragrance, after turning around nearby, was dissipated by the breeze for seven minutes, the remaining fragrance was even more unbearable and more attractive to the appetite.
Too bad, it turns out that it is a sect of cultivation, and I can't help but have a meal.
There was really nothing in the room that could distract him from his mind, and he didn't care about the servant's instructions. He picked up the book on the table and leaned against the window to read it carefully.
Jingmo's new book has wonderful content, and only reading can make you calm your mind.
It was already noon, and he had read five or six of these not-so-thick classics.
In the corridor outside the house, an old man hurriedly walked with a handsome young man with a handsome young man. Behind them, he followed the serious disciple who delivered food to Chang Yuehui.
But at this moment, he lowered his head, looked panicked, and walked with his pace. It seemed that he had made a mistake.
The door opened, and the old man's nose moved slightly, asked about the fragrance of the room, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Well, it's not bad, the canteen is quite attentive."
The boy looked at the room curiously and asked, "Elder, is this one?"
The old man nodded and ordered the servant behind him: "Move Chang Yuehui's things next door."
The peddler quickly started working quickly. The old man took the boy to the inner room to look at it, but saw Nan Yun holding the book, reading with relish.
The young man's eyes lit up, and the old man was also slightly surprised. The ordinary people in Nanyun could withstand the temptation of spiritual food, and dimly enter the sea of books, so that they could take a high look.
The two of them walked closer, and Nanyun did not come back to their senses. The young man looked out the window and saw the flowing clouds and waterfalls outside, the spirit birds sing, the distant mountains were covered with darkness, and the magnificent scenery came to his heart.
"Yes, I like it very much."
He spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Nanyun.
The old man looked at the boy with a softer look, and he replied in a low voice: "It's good that the young master likes it. This person has a life of life for thousands of years, but he has a trace of sword intent to protect his body. I picked it up in Lingxu. It's so soul searching without any obstacles.
Their feet are pure, there is no concern in the ordinary people, nor the qualifications to practice. It is most reassuring to be a companion for the young master."
When the old man said this, the young man's eyes turned cold and he clenched his fists.
"The wild spirit is so omnipresent, damn it!"
The elder nodded and stopped talking about Nan Yun. The young man changed his mind and said, "After all, I am the young master's companion to study. What's the matter with such a shabby?"
The old man smiled and said, "I'll make a reservation as soon as possible."
The boy looked at Nanyun and strangely brought the food nearby.
The intoxicated Nanyun was still looking at the book in his hand without any sense.
The boy brought a stool and waited with great interest.
Only those who love reading can become book children.
The old man personally brought the clothes and dressed up. Seeing that Nan Yun hadn't known it, he was about to wake him up.
"It's okay, let him see. By the way, don't come to me in the future. Tell my dad that I can do my own thing."
When the old man heard this, he left with a wry smile.