I want to go back to my original world and live an ordinary life.

After Qiu Yan finished speaking, Master Qiu Yan nodded, and then did not say anything more to Qiu Yan, but asked Qiu Yan to continue with his previous habits, taking a bath first, then eating and sleeping. He also told Qiu Yan that he would leave here to go into seclusion tomorrow, so he asked Qiu Yan to practice on his own from tomorrow. Although Qiu Yan had arranged his practice on his own for more than a year, as a master, he still had to give Qiu Yan some advice.

After Qiuyan finished taking a bath and eating, his master sent him back to his room to rest. Although Qiuyan was very reluctant and wanted to say more to his master, his master did not give him this opportunity, because his master had already told him everything he could give and tell Qiuyan. He had nothing left to give Qiuyan and nothing to tell Qiuyan.

When Qiuyan returned to the room, Master Qiuyan looked at the door of Qiuyan's room with reluctance in his eyes. Qiuyan might not know, but he knew very well that he was leaving this time not to retreat, but to meet his own death. Qiuyan might still be waiting for him to come out of retreat in his heart, but he knew that this farewell between him and Qiuyan was a farewell forever.

"Everything must come together and part, the prosperity ends, and the fallen leaves return to their roots. It's time to go home!" Master Qiu Yan said slowly, then stood up from the chair, then let out a long sigh and walked out the door.

Qiu Yan didn't sleep or practice at this time, because he had no intention to practice and couldn't sleep. He knew that the master was going to leave, but he couldn't keep him. He could only hide in the room and cry silently. Maybe for an adult boy, crying is a sign of cowardice, but sometimes cowardice can make people stronger. Hearing the footsteps of the master leaving the wooden house, Qiu Yan couldn't stop the tears in his eyes. He tried his best to control himself from crying out loud, because he didn't want the master who hadn't gone far to hear his crying. For more than two years, since Qiu Yan came to this world, the master was the only person he met. The master gave him food and shelter, and taught him to practice. Although the master was very strict with him during the practice, he knew that it was for his own good. Before, he had a master to rely on, and with the fulfilling practice every day, Qiu Yan could force himself not to think about his family and what he wanted to go back to. But when the master left, Qiu Yan's heart was completely empty. At this time, he felt extremely lonely, and the whole world was strange to him. Dad, mom, sister, these suppressed faces in his heart resurfaced in his mind. He wanted to go home, to be with his family, and to think of the familiar world. With a wow, Qiu Yan could no longer control his emotions when he thought of this. He burst into tears, crying very sadly, as if he had cried out all the longing and helplessness he had accumulated over the past two years.

Master Qiuyan had already left the wooden house. He didn't see Qiuyan crying like a child at this time, but he could guess that Qiuyan would definitely cry, because to him, Qiuyan was just a child, a child who was not very worldly and ignorant. After leaving the wooden house, Master Qiuyan did not go anywhere else, but came directly to the palace where the young man was. The young man was not in the palace at this time, but in the pavilion in the garden to enjoy the moon. There were a few dishes and a pot of wine and two wine glasses on the stone table in the pavilion. The dishes were not rich, just a few simple vegetarian dishes. The young man stood on one side of the pavilion, looked up and quietly looked at the broken red moon in the sky, his face was calm and no one knew what he was thinking. Suddenly, a figure appeared behind him, looked in the direction he was looking at, and then said, "No need to look, I told you, the moon was broken by me!" The person who came was none other than Qiuyan's master, Old Hong. The young man could recognize Old Hong's voice, or he already knew that Old Hong was coming when he didn't arrive yet. So when he heard Old Hong's words, the young man was not surprised, nor did he turn to look at Old Hong. Instead, he looked at the red moon quietly and said, "I know it was you who broke the moon. I just wonder why you chose to break the smaller moon instead of the bigger one?" There are two moons in this world, one red and one blue. The red moon is smaller, and the blue moon is bigger. What the young man meant to ask was why Old Hong didn't break the bigger one.

“Haha, I am old, but do you really think I am old and confused and don’t know anything?” After hearing the young man’s words, Old Hong said with disdain. Then he walked to the stone table and sat down. While pouring himself a glass of wine, he said, “Anyone with a little strength knows that there is a ban on the moon, and all attacks will rebound. I will not do such a stupid thing!” After Old Hong finished speaking, he raised his glass and drank it all.

“It seems that you are not really senile.” After hearing Mr. Hong’s answer, the young man smiled, then walked to the stone table and sat down, looking at Mr. Hong, then looked at the dishes on the stone table and said, “Try it! These are the dishes you told me about, and they are made according to the method you told me back then. Although I don’t know if they taste like what you ate when you were young, I have tried my best. Just try them.” Although these dishes were not rich, they were the dishes that Mr. Hong mentioned to him back then. These vegetables all grew in the Dongtian Mountains, not in the Xitian Mountains, so the young man had never had the opportunity to cook these dishes for Mr. Hong. But this time was different. This time he went to the Xitian Mountains in person to pick these vegetables, and then cooked these dishes for Mr. Hong in person according to the method that Mr. Hong told him back then, just to let Mr. Hong taste the dishes he had eaten back then, that's all.

Hearing the young man's words, Old Hong looked at the dishes on the stone table, and then jokingly said, "It seems that it is not me who is confused, but you. I have known you for so long, when have you ever seen me eat? Every time I come to your place, I drink wine if there is wine, and drink tea if there is no wine, and never eat!" Old Hong said as he poured himself another glass of wine.

Hearing what Mr. Hong said, the young man smiled and didn't care. Then he said to Mr. Hong, "I cooked these dishes for you personally. Please consider it as a favor to me and try them!" After that, the young man picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Hong.

Old Hong has lived for so long, how could he not see that these dishes are the young man's intentions. Let's not talk about other things, just talking about these dishes, the entire Zhenling Continent has only Dongtian Mountains, and no other places, so if you want to cook these dishes, you must go to Dongtian Mountains to find them, but Dongtian Mountains are too far away from here, even with his and the young man's cultivation, it will take two days to get there. Going back and forth for several days just for a few plates of wild vegetables, how could he not understand the young man's heart! Thinking of this, Old Hong took the chopsticks handed over by the young man, he picked up a dish from the plate and put it in his mouth. To be honest, this dish is not very delicious, even a little unpalatable, this is not because the young man's craftsmanship is not good, but because this kind of dish itself is not delicious. The dish that Old Hong eats is a wild vegetable, which tastes a little bitter and not very delicious, but Old Hong ate this kind of wild vegetable and walked out of Dongtian Mountains.