After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

The sound of wind is blowing on the roof and leaves are rustling on the treetops.

The melody was indistinguishable, but although it was chaotic, it sounded the melody deep in Shen Jinmo's mind.

This melody is a special symbol set by Shen Jinmo and Lu Cheng after Wu Cixiu gave Xie Nanxing a courtesy name.

Shen Jinmo has to do something to ensure Xie Nanxing's current stability.

Shen Jinmo also wanted to do something to help Xie Nanxing have fewer regrets in the future.

The palm wind blew out the candles in the room. Lu Cheng flew into the room through the window, knelt in front of Shen Jinmo, and spoke in a very soft voice.

"Last night, a carriage arrived in front of the Taifu Mansion. Four large umbrellas covered the face of the visitor. The Taifu, who had not seen guests for a long time, met that person."

Such things cannot be speculated. Shen Jinmo asked: "When did the carriage leave and where did it go?"

The subtle rise and fall of his chest was no different from his usual breathing. Xie Nanxing, who had been asleep a moment ago, woke up in a daze.

Or, because of the word Taifu.

Shen Jinmo moved his hand from Xie Nanxing's waist to her back and patted her gently to continue coaxing her to sleep.

"That carriage was the one that left the Taifu Mansion during the morning court session today, and ended up blending into the carriages of the morning court session."

"The people below didn't dare to follow too closely, and eventually lost track of the carriage, and couldn't tell whether the people sitting in the carriage were the ones who entered the mansion last night."

The time didn't match and the whereabouts of the carriage were unknown, but Shen Jinmo knew that the person who went to see the tutor was Xia Hong.

Among all the gods, Xia Hong is the only one who can enter the Taifu Mansion and see the Taifu.

In other words, the Grand Tutor had been ill for a month, waiting for Xia Hong to gain victory so that he could remove this thorn in his side.

Lu Cheng left Xie's house quietly. Xie Nanxing climbed up from Shen Jinmo's body, covered with a quilt, and sat on Shen Jinmo's waist.

"Shen Jinmo, if it was really him who hid his whereabouts and went to the Grand Tutor's Mansion last night, what does it mean?"

Shen Jinmo straightened up, gently brushed Xie Nanxing's eyebrows with his fingertips, and pressed his lips against Xie Nanxing's eyebrows.

"My goodness, when Master allowed himself to sit on the altar, many things were already destined."

This altar was once built for Xia Che, but it failed to bring him light.

And now, this altar is for Shen Jinmo.

A loud noise flashed in Xie Nanxing's mind, light and darkness collided, and darkness swallowed up the last ray of light in the world.

There is no light in this world anymore.

Xie Nanxing's head was in turmoil, and he subconsciously threw himself into Shen Jinmo's arms.

Sticking his ear to Shen Jinmo's ear, Xie Nanxing spoke little words subconsciously.

Xie Nanxing tried to comfort Shen Jinmo without showing any emotion, but was helpless.

"Shen Jinmo, Grand Master told me before that you should not sit on the altar set up by others, and you should not set up an altar for yourself."

"A man as wise as the Grand Master naturally knows that the only way to preserve oneself is to retreat at the right time."

"Shen Jinmo, we can live with Master until his hair turns white and his teeth fall out."

If not, Xie Nanxing will use more and more love to make up for the growing regret in Shen Jinmo's heart.

"Shen Jinmo, I love you."

The prerequisite for living to old age is that Wu Cixiu himself wants to live.

Shen Jinmo didn't know how to keep Xie Nanxing, himself, the mountains, rivers and people alive as he was determined to die.

This time, Shen Jinmo didn’t know whether he could keep Wu Cixiu.

"Good boy, I'm sorry."

Xie Nanxing's tears silently soaked Shen Jinmo's inner clothes.

The black color cannot contain traces of tears; despair and depression hit Shen Jinmo’s chest through soft sobs.

Regret and loneliness swept through Xie Nanxing's soul and body.

Xie Nanxing asked softly, "My husband, when people come after you on this road, will they remember that the Master had done his best to pave this road to light?"

Xie Nanxing asked himself and answered: "I follow my own path, walk my own way, what does it matter what people say about me?"

"My husband, this was the last thing the Master said when he sent me out of the house."

Wu Cixiu didn't care whether future generations knew that he had paved such a road, nor did he care whether future generations knew his merits and demerits in his life.

The kindness that Wu Cixiu left behind at the last risk of his life was given to Xie Nanxing, the sickly little boy.

He didn't want Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing to have any regrets because of the path he had to take.

"Shen Jinmo, go ahead. The Grand Master wants to see you."

Shen Jinmo hugged the person in his arms tightly and hummed softly the lullaby he had heard in childhood.

While coaxing my younger self to sleep, I also wanted to coax Xie Nanxing in my arms to sleep.

However, things backfired.

The younger self passed through more than ten years and occupied Shen Jinmo's mind.

Xie Nanxing, who was becoming more and more awake in Shen Jinmo's arms, could not sleep and urged him to leave.

"Shen Jinmo, the Grand Tutor is old and can't wait too long."

The wishes made in my prime have been shattered.

Now that I am in my old age, I have to leave fewer regrets.

Shen Jinmo left the bed, picked up the clothes on the wooden rack and put them on.

Xie Nanxing buried himself in the quilt, turned around and took out a night pearl from the secret compartment.

Holding the night-light pearl in both hands, she walked down from the bed and ran to Shen Jinmo: "Husband, can you give this lamp to the master for me?"

The sky is too dark and people’s hearts are too dark.

Xie Nanxing was afraid that Wu Cixiu would not be able to find his old friend without the light.

Shen Jinmo landed in the pitch-black Taifu Mansion. Relying on his past memories, he came to the pavilion where Wu Cixiu had taught Shen Jinmo.

Pretending to be relaxed, he handed over the night-shining pearl: "Master, Xie Nanxing asked me to give you a pearl."

"Humph."

The paleness of last night faded away, and all of Wu Cixiu's energy and spirit had returned: "You tricked such a silly little Nanxing back home, you really got it for free."

Wu Cixiu used deception.

This was the first time Shen Jinmo heard this word.

I think it's quite interesting.

Freeing himself from the heaviness in his heart, Shen Jinmo sat on the steps at Wu Cixiu's feet.

Just like when he was a child, he always loved to hold Wu Cixiu's feet and look up to his omnipotent master.

All the whitewashing was exposed by calmness. Shen Jinmo came here alone, so he couldn't pretend that he knew nothing.

"Master, is there no other way?"

He reached out and rubbed Shen Jinmo's head, just like the loving gesture he made when he was a child: "Xiao Mo, thank you for your hard work."

It’s not that there is no second way to go, but Wu Cixiu is tired and can’t move forward another step.

He thought, go back to Zhongqing Mountain.

"Master, can we take the second route?"

Shen Jinmo's eyes were red, and his voice was filled with anxiety: "Don't you want to take Shengshi's answer sheet to see Master Zhongqing?"

"No."

Putting his hands on his knees, he looked up at the sky: "Xiao Mo, he wants to see me more than the answer sheet."

Shen Jinmo said again: "Master, you are the only one in this God City who loves Xie Nanxing. Can you just pity him and stay with us for a few more years?"

Xia Hong will not let his master who left Shendu return to Zhongqing Mountain alive.

As for the Grand Tutor who lives in the Divine Capital, as long as he takes a step back and hides himself, Shen Jinmo will let him live.

If Wu Cixiu lives three, five, or ten years longer, Shen Jinmo will always put this prosperous era in front of him.

Shen Jinmo's long-lost stubbornness made him look like a child.

He forgot the good and bad of this world. He just expressed his thoughts based on his own desires.

But Wu Cixiu would not treat Shen Jinmo as a child.

"Xiao Mo, clear out all the useful people you have. The meat coming next is huge, and it will fill all of you up."

“The first mover gets the best meat.”

Without waiting for Shen Jinmo's response, Wu Cixiu knew that Shen Jinmo would not respond.

Shen Jinmo sneered at the thought of eating meat at the cost of his master's life.

Shen Jinmo, however, had to eat.

It was this old man, Wu Cixiu, who took advantage of his seniority to bully his only disciple.