In front of his junior fellow apprentice, Gu Xingyun took out the things from his sleeves one by one and carefully placed them in his cabinet.

Ling Xinghua just glanced at it and said, "Is this a gift from Master? Master is treating us very well now."

Gu Xingyun responded, sat down and poured him a cup of tea: "What's the matter?"

"It's like this. During the previous Immortal Sect Conference, several brothers from other sects brought over several bounty notices. They were all taken from towns along the way. Those towns were under the jurisdiction of the Yuxu Sect, so it was difficult for them to interfere. So they gave them to me. I've been so busy lately that I almost forgot about it."

Ling Xinghua handed him the yellowed papers in his hand.

"It seems a demon has appeared in the town, and those mortals can't handle it."

Gu Xingyun flipped through it briefly. It was stamped with seals from various places, and the urgent desire to seek talented people could be felt through the words.

"When I got these, I asked Junior Uncle-Master about it. He said we shouldn't worry about it, as the Yuxu Sect's leader is responsible for it according to the rules. He also said that our Master visits these towns every six months to check on them and slay the demons along the way. Calculating the date, it's about time for Master to go down the mountain."

Ling Xinghua picked up the teacup, his eyes full of confusion: "So Master disappears for a period of time every year to deal with these things. I didn't know this before."

Not to mention him, even Gu Xingyun doesn’t know.

He only knew that Yan Huailiu's whereabouts were erratic, and every time he disappeared, he would soak in the hot springs for several days, and would not leave until he was wrinkled and marinated. Every time that happened, he had to run across several hills to help Yan Huailiu collect flower dew.

"What do you want to say by giving me these now?" Gu Xingyun asked.

Ling Xinghua swallowed the tea in his mouth and pulled out another letter from his sleeve. "It's like this. Didn't Master disappear for a long time a while ago? I thought he was dealing with these things, but at dinner time I received a message from that friend. He said that on the way back, he passed through these towns, and the situation hasn't improved. There have been casualties."

Gu Xingyun's eyelashes trembled as he reached out to take it and examine it.

Ling Xinghua seemed distressed. "I don't dare ask Master. He never told us these things. He must not want others to know. But Junior Uncle-Master clearly said that it's time for Master to go down the mountain. Could it be that Master has forgotten?"

Gu Xingyun rubbed the letter paper: "Maybe he had too many things to do and he really forgot."

"That's right. This year, the Immortal Sect Conference happened to happen, and so many messed up things happened..."

Ling Xinghua quickly believed this explanation and started making excuses for himself.

As the candlelight flickered, a few sparks exploded and flashed by.

Gu Xingyun suddenly said, "Junior brother."

"Hmm?" Ling Xinghua stopped talking and looked at him curiously.

Gu Xingyun licked his lips and asked, "Do you like your current Master or your previous Master?"

Ling Xinghua avoided looking at him: "Why... suddenly ask this..."

He reached out and grasped his intact arm, his fingers gradually tightening as he whispered back, "I still like Master the way he is now."

"Big Brother, Master is doing really well now."

He repeated it again, his expression seeming a little aggrieved.

Gu Xingyun reached out and rubbed his head. Once upon a time, this junior brother was his most important support. On countless nights, the two tortured people leaned on each other to comfort each other.

Time flies so fast.

His junior fellow apprentice also grew up slowly.

Can stand on his own.

"Master may have truly forgotten. Something went wrong in his cultivation and he lost some of his memories, which is why he has changed so much."

Gu Xingyun told this matter.

Ling Xinghua was so nervous that she grabbed his clothes and said, "What? Is it true? Is Master okay?"

"No, his cultivation hasn't been damaged. You should know this. It's just that his memory is disordered and his temperament has changed drastically."

Gu Xingyun said softly.

The room was silent for a long time. When Ling Xinghua spoke again, his first words were, "So... Master, when you said that those tortures were just training for us, was that a lie?"

Gu Xingyun stared at him for a long time, feeling the urge to burst out laughing.

He had never known before that this most dull junior brother had such a flexible mind.

"What do you think?"

Instead of answering, he threw the question back.

Ling Xinghua's breathing was disordered and he bit his lower lip tightly. The yellowed paper in his hand was almost crumpled up.

After a long moment, he said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know, but if possible, I hope Master will never recover his memory."

Gu Xingyun patted his shoulder gently, and Ling Xinghua's eyes suddenly turned red: "I can't... Senior Brother, he, he is too good now. If, if he becomes the same as before, I... I might really go crazy."

He spoke incoherently.

Gu Xingyun's eyes were calm, and he comforted her softly, "I know, don't worry, even if that time really comes, I will protect you and Jingming."

Ling Xinghua raised his sleeve, wiped his face quickly, sniffed hard, and said something as if in a huff.

"I just like the way Master is now. Jingming must think so too."

Having tasted sugar, who can swallow arsenic?

"Yes, I know." Gu Xingyun still said this. He picked up the notice on the table and said, "Tomorrow morning, I will accompany you to find Master and talk to him about these things and see how to deal with them."

"Okay~"

Ling Xinghua responded obediently. With the senior brother around, it seemed that everything could be solved perfectly.

"Then you should rest early, Big Brother. I won't disturb you anymore."

Ling Xinghua stood up, packed up his things and left, closing the door considerately.

After the footsteps faded away, Gu Xingyun remembered that he had forgotten to ask him about cultivation. Forget it, let him figure it out slowly on his own.

…

Yan Huailiu's dream was extremely chaotic.

Either he was being chased or there were all kinds of flying flesh and blood bodies, and he was woken up several times a night.

Little Lightning lay beside his neck, his big eyes full of worry. Finally, he pulled off the beads on Yan Huailiu's wrist and held it to Yan Huailiu's face.

Comforted by the scent of sandalwood, Yan Huailiu fell into a deep sleep.

As soon as he opened his eyes the next morning, Yan Huailiu couldn't help feeling depressed.

He wrapped the bracelet around his wrist in circles, and then made up his mind: for the next month, he would not leave this room at all!

However, reality is always extremely cruel.

Ling Xinghua, who was concerned about those innocent mortals, rushed over early in the morning accompanied by Gu Xingyun to talk to Yan Huailiu about this matter.

Even though Yan Huailiu was bewildered, Ling Xinghua didn't forget to ask, "Master, are you going down the mountain today?"