Dreaming of our first meeting.

The first master in his memory was dressed in white.

When his fingertips touched the slightly rough lines, Gu Xingyun's eyelashes moved slightly, and he gently stroked along the marks.

It seems... that I sewed it myself back then.

The clothes were accidentally torn, and his master was disgusted and didn't want to wear them.

It was he who picked up the clothes, washed them, and sewed them carefully.

He happily sent the clothes back, but the clothes were thrown on the ground in front of him.

I thought it was burned, but it turned out to be put away.

For so many years, he never tidied the bottom layer of the wardrobe in Yan Huailiu's room, always reminding himself that those clothes should not be touched, as his master might dislike them.

He would only help fold the white clothes if they appeared on other layers.

Except for the time when he tricked Yan Huailiu into wearing clothes of this color after he lost his soul, he had never seen Yan Huailiu dressed like this again.

His arms tightened around her, but she wasn't pushed away, nor was she scolded.

After many years, the little beggar who had hidden his inferiority and timidity in his heart finally got the closeness he had originally expected.

“Master…”

He shouted again, his throat feeling strangely sore.

I'm so reluctant.

I'm so unwilling.

"What's wrong? Are you not used to it?" Yan Huailiu rubbed his head and asked, "But those clothes before were too flashy. They were too conspicuous when I went out."

Gu Xingyun shook his head, quickly adjusted his mood, and slowly stood up: "That's good, disciple likes it very much."

"Really? You don't look like you like it at all." Yan Huailiu was skeptical.

Gu Xingyun held his hand and said, "It's true. I was just too excited and couldn't believe it."

Yan Huailiu believed it a little, and after meeting his gaze, he took out another mask from his arms and handed it to him: "Put it on, it can avoid a lot of trouble."

Before he could ask a question, Yan Huailiu took out a mirror and pointed it at him: "Look, isn't this much better?"

Gu Xingyun immediately touched his eyes, his hand hovering over his eyelashes: "Master? My eyes..."

He asked as he felt the aura within his body, making sure his cultivation hadn't been affected in any way. Demonic energy was still emanating from his fingertips, and his expression became increasingly confused.

"The medicine Jingming made has no harmful effects. It just changes the color of the eyes."

After Yan Huailiu finished explaining to him, he hooked his neck and leaned in to observe closely: "It's a little lighter than your previous eye color, but it's still beautiful."

"How could Jingming do this?" Gu Xingyun asked curiously while letting him observe.

Yan Huailiu's eyes dodged. "This... He originally wanted to use it on Little Lightning. You know, your junior brother has a strong desire to explore. He has all kinds of weird things... He asked you to write him a review of your experience using it. Don't forget it."

Not caring at all that he had replaced Little Lightning as his junior apprentice's test subject, Gu Xingyun suddenly relaxed: "Disciple, I understand."

"When I came back, I wanted to ask, did you plant this flower?"

Yan Huailiu took his hand and walked out.

"Yes, I went to the mountains and picked out some beautiful ones to bring back. Didn't Master say he wanted to plant some flowers in the yard? He even left some space for you to plant some fruit trees."

Gu Xingyun lowered his head to hide the disappointment in his eyes: "I have selected some suitable seedlings and will transplant them when I come back. In a few years, Master will be able to lie on this bamboo bed and enjoy the flowers and eat fruits at the same time."

Yan Huailiu responded with a smile: "Sounds good."

"I remember there should be a way out here. Let's go outside and relax."

He walked forward a few steps, took off Wen Yue, and made an inviting gesture to Gu Xingyun.

Gu Xingyun gently held his hand and followed his footsteps.

"Master, there's a place called Qingfeng Town. Do you want to go and see it?"

"Okay, you lead the way."

Yan Huailiu confidently handed the initiative to his apprentice.

Leaving Yuxu Sect from the back mountain, you can see completely different scenery.

Neither of them had any intention of going down and walking slowly. They were equally strong and their sword-flying speed was also extremely fast.

We arrived at the town that Gu Xingyun mentioned before sunset.

This place is very different from what he imagined. Yan Huailiu looked around and looked at the people around him with a puzzled look.

Gu Xingyun looked calm as he raised his hand and pointed in a direction: "Going past here, you should be able to see a city tower. From there you can enjoy the best scenery."

The two men looked very impressive and did not fit in with the people around them. Soon, several people were looking at them.

Yan Huailiu avoided those gazes: "Let's go."

The surrounding buildings were somewhat dilapidated, and the street vendors looked listless. They didn't hawk their wares, but just sat there fanning themselves with large palm-leaf fans.

When someone comes forward, they tap the sign next to it with the price written on it, and let the customer choose for themselves.

Although many people noticed them, their eyes were mostly filled with curiosity. They only took a few glances and then quickly looked away.

Yan Huailiu listened for a while, but he didn't know where the dialect was. The speakers were very slow and their voices were gentle, both men and women, young and old.

After a little observation, I found that those people were only discussing what to eat for dinner, and no one was talking about them.

Strange, but reassuring.

When walking out of the alley, Yan Huailiu looked back and felt that the whole town was filled with an atmosphere of ruin.

It kind of... suits him.

No one cares about anyone else, they only care about their own three meals a day.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he breathed a sigh of relief without leaving any trace.

Then she made the boldest move ever - she took the initiative to hold Gu Xingyun's hand outside.

Gu Xingyun turned around in confusion and met a pair of eyes full of smiles.

"Hold on tight, what if I lose it?"

Gu Xingyun subconsciously tightened his grip and slowed down his pace: "Master, I can't lose it."

The city wall stood there quietly, unguarded. There were traces of burning on the walls, and large areas were black.

Gu Xingyun led him up the stairs step by step and stopped at the highest point.

He carefully wiped the tables and chairs there, put several layers of cushions on them, and then let Yan Huailiu sit down.

Watching him perform these operations, Yan Huailiu was helpless: "Why are you still carrying these things?"

When he saw his apprentice taking out a pile of food and placing it on the table, his helplessness turned into shock: "You also brought food?"

"Yes, Master taught me the spell to keep it fresh before. It should be the same as when it was fresh out of the pot."

Gu Xingyun handed him the chopsticks and poured him half a pot of wine: "Master, try it."

"Xingyun, have I ever told you that I really feel safe with you?"

Yan Huailiu said this very seriously.

How could someone be so meticulous?

Gu Xingyun said nothing, raised his hand and pointed at the setting sun in the distance: "Master, look."

The sky is full of rosy clouds and the setting sun hides behind the mountains.

"This is a scene I've been looking forward to for many years."

Hearing his words, Yan Huailiu's mind moved, and he asked in disbelief: "Qingfeng Town is..."

"This is where the disciples stayed before joining the sect."