"Wait a minute."

Under Baili Changhuan's impatient gaze, Yan Huailiu set up several barriers in this place and repeatedly reminded Gu Xingyun not to run around.

"Is he a three-year-old? Does he need to be tied to your body and carried around at all times?"

Baili Changhuan's patience ran out, and he frowned and urged him on.

Yan Huailiu patted Gu Xingyun's hand and whispered, "I'll be back soon."

Gu Xingyun smiled and nodded: "Yes, disciple is waiting for Master."

As he watched the two people leave, the smile on Gu Xingyun's face faded little by little.

Not feeling any oppressive aura, he tentatively released some demonic energy and looked up to observe.

Finding that the evil spirits slowly dispersed after coming into contact with a certain barrier and did not overflow, he began to inspect the place where he lived with peace of mind.

This was the first time he had come to this mountain after so many years in Yuxu Sect.

Although it is dilapidated, it is still rich in resources. If we just leave him here, he won't starve to death.

After just two turns, a lot of dust was stuck on my clothes.

Gu Xingyun found a handy tool and started cleaning calmly.

The room is fully equipped, and the beds and cabinets show no signs of decay after so many years.

After wiping off the dust on the surface, it looks just like new.

Knowing that Yan Huailiu would come back, and being even more aware of his master's mysophobia, Gu Xingyun tried his best to keep the place spotless.

The other side.

Even though they had already left for a long distance, Yan Huailiu was still looking back.

I couldn't stop worrying: "He's still injured. Is it really okay for him to stay alone?"

Baili Changhuan pulled him and said, "This way, you should worry about yourself first."

"Junior brother, if you have something to say, can't you just go to me? I still have to pack his things."

Yan Huailiu discussed it.

Baili Changhuan was obviously suppressing his anger: "No."

He brought it up, probably wanting to change the subject.

"This morning, your second disciple came to me and said that a friend who had taken on a mission with him previously invited him and the kid named Yu to go out for training, and he wanted me to help intercede."

"Hmm? What love are you talking about?" Yan Huailiu was puzzled.

"You know, those random little commissions never cease year-round. Disciples from other sects often participate, but we are the exception. You don't allow your disciples to get involved in these things."

"Those few outer disciples who occasionally went for training were only able to leave because you were lax in your supervision and had to beg me for help."

"It was the same as last time. Xinghua is actually not suitable for the cultivation progress within the sect. He is just like the Yu family kid. They both rely on continuous experience to grow rapidly."

Baili Changhuan walked around the little crane blocking his way and said, "I know you intend for him to learn management skills. He does learn quickly, but these are secondary. At his age, it's time to improve his cultivation."

Yan Huailiu finally understood his hint and lowered his head to think for a while.

It seems like it would be a good idea to let them go. Since their fate has changed, they can completely choose a completely new path.

Start a normal and brilliant life.

but……

Yan Huailiu thought about the problem he had ignored for a long time and did not agree directly: "Okay, let them come to me tomorrow."

"So I have to pass on a message to you." Baili Changhuan rolled his eyes at him. "Here we are."

The last time he came here, Yan Huailiu just stood in the yard for a while and was not in the mood to observe too much.

This time, Baili Changhuan directly invited him into the house.

Before crossing the threshold, Yan Huailiu whispered, "Sorry to bother you."

Baili Changhuan ignored him and walked behind the screen, remaining silent for a long time.

Yan Huailiu looked at the room curiously.

It was a stark contrast to how his junior brother usually dressed.

It was almost impossible to step into the room.

Calligraphy and paintings hung everywhere in sight, and all kinds of graffiti-like talismans were scattered in every corner of the room.

Yan Huailiu frowned and raised one foot, bent down and tore off the two pieces of talisman paper that were stuck on it, trying to identify what was drawn on it.

After reading it for a long time, I still feel I can’t understand it.

Baili Changhuan came out from the inner room and looked at him puzzledly: "Why are you standing? I don't need you to help me guard the door, sit down."

Yan Huailiu: ...

"Where are you sitting?"

"How can you not see such a big chair?" Baili Changhuan pointed to a pile of calligraphy and paintings not far away.

Yan Huailiu took a long time to identify the chair legs.

Baili Changhuan walked over calmly, waved away the pile of papers, and placed a small package on the table.

Yan Huailiu carefully avoided the things on the ground. As soon as he sat down, he heard Baili Changhuan's serious words.

"From now on, whatever I ask, you answer truthfully, okay?"

This judgmental attitude made Yan Huailiu retreat half an inch, thinking that he was asking about Gu Xingyun, and nodded obediently: "Okay."

Baili Changhuan took out a cushion and placed it on the table: "Put your hand over here."

Yan Huailiu stared at him for a few seconds, then asked with a smile, "Junior brother, do you want to take my pulse?"

"Is it not possible?" Baili Changhuan asked him back.

"Okay." Yan Huailiu handed over his hand obediently, his attitude of complete confidence making Baili Chang Huanzhi frown.

He even took the initiative to explain: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you with my limited cultivation level. I'm just checking the situation."

"I know." Yan Huailiu didn't care at all, and even turned around to study the landscape painting closest to him.

Baili Changhuan pointed his fingers at his wrist and carefully input spiritual power into it.

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