Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

The sun was rising slightly, and the figure of the boy running in the sun was so relaxed, while the person being dragged along was panting and throwing away his hands, with his hands on his waist.

"If you want to run, just run away by yourself. Why are you dragging me down with you? I will not go to die with you..."

He said, crossing his arms and turning around.

"My dear uncle... my dear uncle, you have a kind heart. You can't bear to abandon even a passing baby, let alone a boy like me who is loved by everyone. You will definitely not have the heart to let me go into the fire pit alone... right?"

The young man pulled Bei Ming hard and turned him in front of him, looking straight at him.

"Why do you think I would offend my own senior brother for you and put myself in danger?"

"Just...just let you inform me."

The boy looked as if it was a matter of course and raised his chin naturally.

"Hey~ You are such an ungrateful kid, how about I not help you?"

Bei Ming turned around again after saying this, determined to fight him to the end

"Oh...Uncle Master"

Seeing him like this, Wen Baixu immediately softened his tone and turned to face him, but Bei Ming seemed to be against him and turned to the other side.

Just like that, the two of them went back and forth dozens of times like little kids, and finally they eased their relationship and headed for their final destination together...

"Hey, you first..."

"You first, he is looking for you, not me..."

The two people kept pushing and shoving in front of the familiar White Jade Palace door, neither of them wanted to go in.

"If you don't come in, do you want me to kneel down and greet you personally?"

A stern voice came from the hall, as if he had known about what happened outside for a long time, and now he was a little angry.

"Ah~ I.....We'll be in soon"

Bei Ming's voice took a turn, sounding sarcastic, as if someone's tail was stepped on.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a man in red walked in slowly, dragging the timid boy hiding behind him.

"Do I still need you to come and ask you to come closer? Am I scary?"

The man sitting on the high seat was separated by a thin curtain, but his voice was not reduced at all.

"This... Senior Brother, you can't say that. We are just... Hey hey hey~"

After a cry of surprise, one red and one white flew out of the door and onto the platform one after the other.

After two loud bangs, the hall was strangely silent. The young man who was thrown to the ground didn't care about being scared at this moment. He covered his chin and climbed up from the ground. Just as he was about to ask a question, he heard a low groan that didn't belong to this hall.

The boy looked around at first, and when he knew where the sound came from, he walked towards the curtain in the direction of the sound.

"Stop, if you dare take another step..."

"What can you do? I've been like this for a long time, and you've been fed up with me for a long time, so..."

Wen Baixu took the last step, stood in front of the curtain, stretched out his hand and opened the curtain with lightning speed. Behind the curtain, on the high seat, the gentleman looked pale with a sickly flush, his eyebrows were tightly knitted, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He seemed to be enduring the pain. His figure was thin, and his figure, which was originally as straight as a pine tree, now seemed a little bent, as if he would fall down at any time. The plain white clothes were stained with sweat, clinging to his thin body, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

There was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes and the corners of his lips trembled slightly, as if he was really using up all his energy.

Despite this, he still tried to maintain an elegant posture. The wet white clothes clung to his body, outlining his thin and firm outline. Although his movements were slow, each one revealed a calm temperament. Even though his injuries made his world blurry, he still maintained the dignity and demeanor of the head of the Immortal Venerable Sect.

He raised his eyes slightly and beckoned him.

The young man finally came back to his senses from his panic, walked towards him quickly, and half-knelt in front of him.

"Only you know this matter, and you are not allowed to spread it to others."

His voice was gentle but a little tough, but you could tell he was trying his best to suppress his pain.

"It was you last night, right?"

The young man did not give him a chance to refute and continued, "I can understand that you don't want outsiders to know, but Bei Ming is your junior brother, why do you..."

The man didn't say anything, his eyes staring at him, which contained countless words he wanted to say.

The boy took a look and nodded silently, seeming to understand but also not to understand.

"Is this also the reason why you have been in seclusion for so long?"

After the young man was silent, he sighed slightly.

The man nodded, but then shook his head.

"Half and half?"

Feng Jiuming didn't say anything, and nodded after a long while.

"I know what you want to ask, but I can't tell you half of it. Only this one thing will you be qualified to know unless you pass the trial..."

“What about the other half?”

Teenager asks question

"Didn't you already know that and gave me a lesson?"

This time, the man did not call himself "myself" for the first time.

Seeing him like this, Wen Baixu seemed to remember something.

"But last time..."

"I know you are right, but I am proud of being the head of the sect..."

The man was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly started coughing violently.

Wen Baixu quickly stood up and patted him on the back, gently stroking his back.

"But in front of the one you love, some insignificant pride is worthless as long as it does not involve issues of principle."

"Ahem~ You... are right... but... I'm afraid."

A man as proud as he was, at this moment, revealed a trace of sadness that he had never felt before.

"Then you should start from now on and keep checking for deficiencies and filling in the gaps in the drills until the actual combat arrives."

The boy gently moved his hand from his back to his shoulder and patted him gently.

The man was silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Okay, since you agree, let's first..."

"What first?"

Feng Jiuming covered his lips with one hand and kept looking at the boy.

Wen Baixu didn't know what to say when he saw him like this. He just patted his shoulder gently and said softly: "What are you thinking about? The most important thing now is... to heal my wounds. Otherwise, who will teach me? I don't want to be called a jinx and kill my master as soon as I come here."

Wen Baixu glanced at him unhappily, but the man sitting on the throne inadvertently smiled, and the boy caught the moment, so he started laughing with the man, supporting him and joking...

The sunlight from outside the window penetrated the gap in the eaves and came in. The warm sunlight was scattered on the hall, which unexpectedly gave the place a warm atmosphere.

The sound of a bird flapping its wings to fly high was heard on the window sill outside the house. The afternoon was really a "beautiful" time of the year.