Yi Xichen ran away, and the eldest grandson Jun had to get up and go to see the new children. The new disciples were all living in a room with more than ten children. When they were a little older, they would have their own rooms.

However, although the disciples lived together in previous years, they were all disciples of the same pavilion sleeping together, and there had never been a situation where disciples from four pavilions lived together. This year, Qiu Jian was really determined to reform the Tianjian Sect, and in order to let the disciples of the four pavilions get along harmoniously, he even let the new disciples of the four pavilions live together when arranging accommodation.

As the eldest grandson Jun walked near the disciples' room, he heard crying coming from the room, so he quickened his pace and went in.

It turned out that these teenagers were still young and had just come to Tianjianmen, so they were not used to it yet. A group of children slept on a bunk bed, and they had the worst sleeping posture. They slept head to head at night, and woke up with their heads against their feet in the morning. Someone kicked someone's nose by accident, and someone kicked someone off the bed by accident, so the person who was kicked started crying; there were also some children who had just entered the sect and had their food reduced, and they started crying because they were hungry; and there were a few who just heard others crying, and just to join in the fun, they cried a few times.

Then, the high and low crying sounds from several disciples' rooms intertwined into one, like a chorus.

The eldest grandson Jun entered the disciple room where Sun Wuyou was. Six of the twelve children in the room were crying. Their cries were high, low, rough, and fine, and they made people's eardrums hurt. The eldest grandson Jun wanted to coax them to stop, but he didn't know how to coax them or which one to start with. He pursed his lips and touched the head of one, patted the back of another. However, his soothing didn't work at all. The children were still howling, and even a few of the originally quiet children joined the howling team.

The eldest grandson Jun was suddenly overwhelmed.

This scene reminded him of the time when he and Yi Xichen had just entered Tianjian Sect.

The eldest grandson, Jun, was a precocious boy. He had experienced many things before entering Tianjian Sect, so he naturally would not cry like these naughty kids. He first entered the Lianjian Pavilion. At that time, the eldest disciple who was in charge of leading them was a very serious person, and the elder of the Lianjian Pavilion was also a very serious person. Under the leadership of such people, the boys in the Lianjian Pavilion were very honest, and few dared to do anything naughty.

However, he did not stay in the Sword Refining Pavilion for long before going to the Medicine Pavilion.

Most of the children in Yaoge were timid, and among them was Sun Xiaoqian, who was famous for crying. However, even if those children cried, they would not cry so loudly, but would hide in a corner and cry secretly.

Naturally, neither he nor Yi Xichen were crybabies. Yi Xichen was cheerful by nature and often comforted the young men who were hiding and secretly wiping away their tears. Once, Yao Budu made a bottle of Qingling Bushen Pill for each disciple. Sun Xiaoqian was reluctant to eat it and kept it, but accidentally lost it. Sun Xiaoqian cried for the whole day because of this.

Yi Xichen gave his bottle of Qingling Bu Shen Dan to Sun Xiaoqian, but did not say that it was originally his thing. He only said that he picked it up on the road and it was most likely the bottle that Sun Xiaoqian lost.

Sun Xiaoqian was very moved. Holding the recovered pill in her hand, she thanked Yi Xichen again and again. Although Yi Xichen felt sorry for the bottle of pill, he patted Sun Xiaoqian on the shoulder and said, "If you like it, keep it. Don't lose it again in the future."

The eldest grandson Zijun is not good at speaking and does not know how to comfort his fellow disciples, but if his fellow disciples are wronged or bullied, he and Yi Xichen will silently seek justice for them.

But even so, Yi Xichen cried once.

That time, Yi Xichen and his eldest grandson, Zijun, entered the Mist Valley together in search of a magical herb. The Mist Valley was an ordinary valley during the day, but at dusk, the fog would become heavier and heavier, and at night the entire valley would be completely shrouded in thick fog. The ferocious monsters in the valley would sleep during the day and only come out at night.

They searched the valley for a whole day but couldn't find the spiritual herbs they needed. Yi Xichen was unwilling to give up and stayed for a while longer. The valley gradually became foggy.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and Yi Xichen was entangled by a snake grass. After finally getting rid of the snake grass, he found that he had been separated from his eldest grandson Zijun.

It was already late at night, and the valley was completely shrouded in thick fog. He called out his eldest grandson Jun's name, but got no response. He was like a headless fly, lost his way, and unknowingly walked out of the foggy valley.

Standing outside the Misty Valley, looking at the thick fog inside and the faint roar of the monster, the young Yi Xichen panicked. He wanted to go into the valley to find his eldest grandson Jun, but the fog was too thick. Once he went in, he would not only find someone, but also get lost. According to the experience of his predecessors, if he encountered such a thing in the Misty Valley, he should go back to sleep first, and then go into the valley to find someone when the fog dissipated tomorrow morning, but he did not dare to leave his eldest grandson Jun alone.

Caught between the two, the young boy Yi Xichen cried.

In the middle of the night, the eldest grandson Jun finally found his way out of the valley in the thick fog. He saw a thin young man sitting on the ground with his knees hugged, his face buried in his arms, and his shoulders trembling slightly under the moon.

The eldest grandson, Zijun, walked up and patted Yi Xichen on the shoulder. Yi Xichen raised his head, with water droplets still hanging on his eyelashes, his eyes were swollen like peaches, and his whole little face was red.

The eldest grandson, Zijun, was stunned, and so was Yi Xichen. Even many years later, he still remembered that face under the half-bright moonlight, which was particularly distressing.

The next moment, Yi Xichen threw himself into the arms of his eldest grandson Jun, hugged him and started crying.

The eldest grandson Jun said nothing, but patted him gently on the back until he calmed down. Then the two of them held hands and slowly walked back on the path at night.

Yi Xichen held his hand very seriously and forcefully, and neither of them let go of his hand even when they returned to the disciple room.

Yi Xichen said: "I won't lose you again."

At that time, they were still young and ignorant, and perhaps they had some feelings in their hearts, which were vague and unclear. But when I think about it today, it turns out that there is still half a sentence hidden and unspoken, just like what Yi Xichen said to Sun Xiaoqian at that time - "Keep what you like, and don't lose it again in the future."

The eldest grandson, Jun, was lost in thought as he recalled the past. Lu Ziyao pushed the door open and walked in. He saw the room full of crying teenagers, so he quickly took the nearest one into his arms and said a few words of comfort to the child. The child stopped crying immediately. He went over to comfort them one by one, and in just a moment, the group of naughty children who had just made the eldest grandson, Jun, at a loss, suddenly became well-behaved.

The eldest grandson Zijun looked at Lu Ziyao in surprise.

Lu Ziyao is not much older than him, but he is so good at coaxing children, as if... he is very experienced. Or is this the legendary talent?

Lu Ziyao noticed his gaze and smiled at him: "It's okay. If Junior Brother Changsun encounters any more difficult problems that he can't handle, just come to me."

The eldest grandson, Zijun, asked, "Has Senior Brother Lu ever coaxed a child?"

Lu Ziyao's eyes flickered and he stammered, "I raised a clingy monster when I was training outside the mountain...ah, it's getting late, I should take the kids to morning exercises." Then he went to help the youngest child tidy up his disciple uniform.

When the boys were led out of the room, the eldest grandson Jun saw Yi Xichen leading the boys from another room out. A group of boys surrounded Yi Xichen, and some of them were quite restless, fighting and jumping around, and some even wanted to pull out Yi Xichen's hairpin. Yi Xichen was quite helpless, but since they were still young, he didn't bother with them.

It seems that Yi Xichen is not very good at taking care of children. The eldest grandson Jun thought silently. He couldn't help but look at Yi Xichen's belly.

Honestly speaking, the arrival of so many new young men in Tianjianmen not only reminded him of the little things he and Yi Xichen had experienced together when they were young, but also made him think of the child that he and Yi Xichen had that was never born...

Yi Xichen happened to meet the eyes of his eldest grandson Zijun. Following his line of sight, he lowered his head and looked at his belly. His face darkened immediately. He pinched the butt of the child who wanted to take his hairpin and said coldly, "You guys should follow Senior Brother Lu to do morning exercises." After that, he turned and left.

The eldest grandson, Zijun, noticed that Yi Xichen seemed a little unhappy, but he didn't quite understand why. Although they were connected by telepathy, if they wanted to penetrate each other's consciousness and peek into each other's mind, the other party would also notice it. Therefore, unless it was necessary, even if they were a couple, they would not casually investigate each other's thoughts.

After educating a group of naughty kids during the day, it was finally dark and the eldest grandson Jun went back to the house to rest. Yi Xichen also came back soon.

As the sun went down, there was nothing to do. The eldest grandson, Zijun, carried Yi Xichen to bed and could not help kissing him. As they kissed, their bodies became entangled.

However, when the eldest grandson Zijun was about to take the next step, Yi Xichen's body stiffened and he refused to cooperate.

The eldest grandson Jun opened his eyes, his eyes slightly reddened by lust: "Hmm?"

Yi Xichen's expression flickered, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. He just slowly pushed his eldest grandson Zijun off him: "Uh...it's getting late, go to bed early."

"Not early?" The eldest grandson frowned and looked out the window. It was indeed not early, but if you counted tomorrow morning, it was still early. If he restrained himself a little, one night would be enough. For ascetics like them, not sleeping for a night was not a big deal, not to mention that practicing for one night would make them feel refreshed the next day.

Yi Xichen blushed: "Go to bed early, I don't want to practice dual cultivation these two days."

"Why?"

"Ah... I just don't want to think about it! It will be fine in two days!"

The eldest grandson Zijun didn't understand, but he couldn't force Yi Xichen, so he had to go out, pour himself a basin of cool water, and then lie down to sleep.

The eldest grandson, Zijun, soon discovered that Yi Xichen was planning something behind his back. Qiu Jian asked them to teach the new disciple, but Yi Xichen did not stay in the Medicine Pavilion. The eldest grandson, Zijun, and Yi Xichen were connected by telepathy, so he naturally knew that Yi Xichen had left Tianjian Mountain and gone outside the mountain for several days. When asked what he had done, he only said that the new elder of the Medicine Pavilion, Du Youyao, asked him to help pick some herbs, but when asked why he was asked to pick them, he avoided the question again.