He left in a hurry.

There wasn't even time to listen to Yan Huailiu speak.

Looking at the two figures gradually moving away, Yan Huailiu said helplessly: "He doesn't seem to need my help."

"Well, Junior Uncle can do it himself. Master, what would you like for lunch?"

"I'm not hungry yet." Yan Huailiu waved his hand: "We can do it later. I'm going to Canghai Pavilion. Can you stay at home?"

Gu Xingyun's eyes softened: "Okay, Master, be careful on the road and come back soon."

"If your junior uncle comes back here, ask him to wait for me and don't fight." Yan Huailiu said worriedly.

After he left, Gu Xingyun slowly began to clean up the place.

He stared at the empty ground for a long time, then turned and walked into the mountains.

Back mountain.

Baili Changhuan, who was flying the sword under the scorching sun, could hardly open his eyes. He followed Tu Tu in frustration, passing through all kinds of unexpected and strange roads.

He didn't know how many times he was hit in the face by the branches that stretched out, but he couldn't help but reach out to pull Tutu, asking in a low voice: "Are you kidding me?"

Baldy turned sideways and flew to a nearby tree branch, then humanely stretched out one of his wings to indicate the direction.

Baili Changhuan immediately fell silent, moved more gently, and found a suitable place to stay.

Chang Sui's voice came from the lower right.

"Why don't you go to the place where we were hiding last time? Do you think it's too close to Wuya Peak and that Junior Master will find you? I already said I would cover for you."

"There's clearly a small cluster over there that can be picked, and it's definitely ripe earlier than here. Can you wait for me? I can't even see them emerging. Are you sure they'll grow tonight?"

In front of him was a little lightning running forward quickly.

Baili Changhuan observed the surrounding terrain as quickly as possible and began to judge the possibility of successfully catching the little thing here.

His good nephew is really amazing. He actually learned to lie.

When he asked, Chang Jingming still had the nerve to say that he didn't see it.

He didn't dare to act rashly. He waited until the two brats ran away before he called out to Baldy, who was watching the fun, and discussed with him in the same tone as Yan Huailiu.

"Cooperate with me and I'll reward you after you catch that kitten, okay?"

Bald flew away disdainfully. Who cares about the reward? There is everything you need in this mountain!

The negotiations failed, and Baili Changhuan could only rely on himself: "I just don't believe I can't catch you, little thing."

A bird flew across the forest. Little Lightning stopped and looked back cautiously.

Chang Sui propped himself up on his knees, panting: "Can you... stop running so fast? It's still early, and they haven't come out yet. What are you rushing for?"

Little Lightning withdrew his gaze and slowed down his pace helplessly.

As a result, Chang Sui hugged him in his arms: "Okay, you have lost the chance to run freely, I will carry you."

"Also, do you want me to keep this medicine for you? Doesn't it feel tight around your neck? What is this? You're asking me to put it on you and you won't let me see it. You don't trust me!"

Little Lightning stretched out his claws to push his hand away and protected the small bag around his neck.

After struggling for a few times, Chang gave up casually: "Okay, okay, I won't make trouble with you. Don't move. It's so hot. Let's walk slowly and see if there are any other herbs."

They walked away while chatting like this, and from time to time a dark shadow passed by the surrounding trees.

Another place.

Yan Huailiu did not go to Canghai Pavilion as he said, but went straight back to his residence.

I hadn't been home for a few days, but when I opened the door, I felt a sense of strangeness.

He stood there for a moment before walking in.

After grinding the ink, he sat down and began to write the letter, his expression extremely serious from beginning to end.

The only three remaining sheets of paper on the table were soon filled up, so he stood up, got a new stack, and continued writing.

He found a few nice envelopes deep in the drawer, carefully folded the written letter and put them in, then stood up and walked into the small secret room.

He had replaced the original small box with a larger one, and the box was almost filled with all sorts of interesting things.

He placed the letter on top and smiled gently, "I'm sorry, this may require you to use up some of your cultivation... I've been practicing diligently since I came here, so it shouldn't be too much."

He patted the box and said, "You're amazing. You'll definitely be able to make it up soon. Don't be angry."

The moment he closed the door, he looked back and said, "I envy you so much."

After coming here, he didn't do much to organize his wardrobe. It was all done by Gu Xingyun.

This child probably has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he has to arrange the clothes by color.

Yan Huailiu's eyes slid across the pile of flashy bright colors, and he leaned over to take out some worn white clothes from the bottom of the wardrobe.

The bottom layer was filled with white robes, which looked a bit like what the disciples usually wore, except that there were many more delicate patterns outlined with silver threads on them.

He gestured a few times in front of the mirror: "It's still wearable, and it should look good. If the style is different, others will definitely not recognize it."

Many of the masks that were given to Gu Xingyun before were still collected by him. By covering his face with them, he could roughly hide his features.

Although the clothes were a little old, he felt that they would definitely be comfortable to wear and would not attract too much attention.

He was a little tired and wanted to start being himself again.

The waist of the person in the mirror was a little slender. Yan Huailiu frowned and pinched it: "I am eating, eating well every day, it's strange."

After hesitating for a moment, he looked at the mirror again and waved stupidly: "Hello, Yan Huailiu."

There were sounds of laughter coming from outside, which seemed to be the disciples going to the dining hall together, and the sounds were full of laughter.

Yan Huailiu felt inexplicably at ease and just walked out.

Disciples greeted him from afar, and he responded with a smile.

A figure quickly ran up to him and said, "Master, is there anything I can help you with? Senior Brother Ling gave us instructions before we left the mountain. We will definitely not do anything wrong."

Yan Huailiu recalled that this seemed to be the little disciple who was crazy about defending himself, named Zhang... Zhang Zhian?

It seems that he has a good relationship with Jingming.

He smiled and rubbed the child's head: "No, I'll find you if I need you. Go eat."

After saying that, he walked towards Canghai Pavilion.

Zhang Zhian stood there blankly, his face flushed red.

"Junior Brother Zhang, what are you doing? Didn't you say you were starving? Are you going to eat or not?"

Zhang Zhian seemed to have lost his soul: "Senior Brother Xiao, the Sect Master looks so beautiful when he smiles. He touched my head! Woo woo woo, the Sect Master is fine..."

"Then you'd better not let Senior Brother Gu know, otherwise he will chop off your head."

Senior Brother Xiao was so jealous that he started making nonsense threats. Zhang Zhian shrank his neck and quickly pushed him towards the cafeteria.

Not far away, Yan Huailiu stepped into the gate of Canghai Pavilion and looked up at the person standing on the ladder: "Lu Jiu, what are you doing?"