Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

"Cough cough cough cough!" Zhan Meng choked at the words. "Oh my god... you're really saying that... I won't say it anymore. My kid won't let me say that!"

Wang You chuckled, turned around and waved his hand, "Let's go, I'm going back to accompany my disciple."

"This guy..." Zhan Meng couldn't help but smile helplessly as he saw him coming and going as he pleased.

I don't know when a lot of snowflakes started floating outside, and the flakes were as light as goose feathers, floating down slowly in the air with the wind.

"Reincarnation." He looked at the snow scene outside, with a hint of nostalgia in his expression.

When Chi Musheng left, there was also a heavy snowfall at Tianxingmen.

"Forget it." He sat at the table, picked up the small pot of wine, drank half of it, and poured the other half on the ground in front of him.

"Welcome home, Master."

At the same time, in Wangwang Peak, inside the Zhanxing Pavilion.

Queyue stood in front of the window, also looking at the accumulated white outside.

The snowflakes outside the window blew in and landed on her dark blue shawl. Even some melted snowflakes hung on her hair in front of her. However, she didn't seem to care at all. She just stood there as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"It's been a while since Tianxingmen had such heavy snow."

Hearing her mumbling, Ying Yue, who was reading a sword manual, raised his head and looked at the red plum tree outside the window in front of Que Yue. He couldn't help but whispered, "Master, are you missing your master?"

Queyue regained her composure a little, chuckled, and shook her head, "Maybe it was true before, but it's not necessary now."

Ying Yue tilted her head slightly, seemingly puzzled.

"A clever girl."

The sudden sound startled Ying Yue. Out of instinctive defense, he suddenly stood up and was about to cast a spell.

"Is this boy your disciple?"

A faint figure appeared at the window outside Yingyue's small table at some point. Yingyue looked up, but her gaze fell into a pair of silver eyes that showed a smile.

He had only seen silver eyeballs in books, and thought that if such a dull color were used as the pupil color, it would probably make the person look unkind.

But I didn't expect it to be such a lovely feeling.

He looked a little dumbfounded for a moment until he heard Queyue speak.

"Long time no see, Master."

Master’s master?

Ying Yue quickly stood up and bowed, "Disciple Ying Yue, I pay my respects to the Grandmaster."

Chi Musheng propped up one leg, rested his elbow on it, and looked at Yingyue with a smile, "That name sounds nice. Call it again, please."

"Master." Ying Yue called out again very seriously.

This address made Chi Musheng feel a little dazed. She jumped down from the window, raised her hand to help Ying Yue up, and rubbed his head, "Good boy."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Queyue, her eyes softening, "Indeed, it's been a long time."

crackling——

The fire in the stove flickered inconspicuously.

Yan Zun sat cross-legged in front of the stove, the firelight shining on her indifferent face.

Every year when the first snow falls, she comes here to sit for a while. Over the past few hundred years, it has become a habit.

This forging furnace was built by Chi Musheng and her in order to train her. Although it is no longer useful at her current level, she still couldn't bear to tear it down.

"Master?" There were several knocks on the door, followed by Zhu Yu's voice.

"Yes." Yan Zun responded, "Come in."

There was a friction sound when the wooden door was pushed open. Zhu Yu came in and closed the door with his backhand. The sword in his hand had not been put away yet, and there was fallen snow on his shoulders, as if he had just come back from outside.

He bowed slightly and said, "Disciple has returned to report to Master on the completion of this mission."

Yan Zun set a rule for her disciples. Every time they came back from a big mission, they had to report to her about the process and analyze the gains and losses, so that they could adjust the next training tasks based on this.

Compared to Gan Su and Ying Shi, the two little guys, Zhu Yu is one of those who is less troublesome. Like Li Yue, the two of them don't require Yan Zun to spend much effort on their studies.

After briefly introducing the whole story, Yan Zun pointed out a few areas and asked him to focus on practicing them when he returned.

"Yes, my disciple understands."

The task was completed, but Zhu Yu did not leave for a while.

"What else do you want to say?" Yan Zun could see that he had more to say.

"Just now, the Sect Master's spirit servant came and said that the Sect Master had a message for Master."

At this point, Zhu Yu frowned slightly and repeated, "'The plum blossoms fall in the snow, and the trees grow on the branches. This must be the time for old friends to reunite.'"

"The Sect Master also said that if Master understands, he should go to Overlook Peak 1... Master!?"

Before he finished the second half of his sentence, Yan Zun had already jumped out of the window and ran away, so that by the time Zhu Yu reacted and called out "Master", he had already disappeared.

Looking at the still shaking window, Zhu Yu was stunned for more than ten seconds.

Although Yan Zun has never had many rules as a teacher, this is the first time he has seen Yan Zun in a hurry.

"Mu Shengzhi... This is the master coming back."

I don't know when Gan Su, who was leaning against the door, made a guess and then he casually took Zhu Yu in his arms and dragged him out.

"Let's go! Junior sister went into seclusion after returning, and Yingshi stayed in the weapon refining workshop and refused to come out. It's just right that you're back, so let's have a few moves and see how much you've improved in the past two months."

"Brother, it's clear that there is no one to serve as a target..." Zhu Yu made a precise complaint.

Gan Su, whose thoughts were touched, clucked his tongue and patted Zhu Yu. "What target? This is called 'live coaching'!"

Yan Zun was running all the way, and on the way he happened to meet Ze Lan who was returning from collecting medicine in the back mountain with his eldest disciple.

"The person who just passed by... seems to be Uncle Yan?" Mu Jianxi couldn't help but stop and look over.

"Is there something urgent?"

Zelan also paused obviously, and Mu Jianxi only heard Zelan's very light smile.

"It is indeed an urgent matter."

Mu Jianxi was puzzled, "Master, do you want to go and take a look too?"

"No need." Ze Lan shook her head, "Just let them have a good time together."

She's back...she's back!

Yan Zun walked into the Zhanxing Pavilion with great joy.

Even though I had been repeatedly persuaded to be calm and composed when I came here, when my eyes fell on the man standing in the room, a mist unconsciously formed in front of my eyes.

"Ayan." Chi Musheng looked at her with a smile.

Yan Zun stared blankly at Chi Musheng. She stood at the door for a long time before she spoke cautiously and hoarsely, barely uttering the two short words, "Master... Zun..."

Will there be a response?

She was worried that all this was just an illusion like the previous ones, and that once she called out these two words, the dream would be over.

"I'm here."

Yan Zun watched Chi Musheng take a step towards her. With just this one step, she could no longer hold back. She quickly took a few steps forward and hugged Chi Musheng, crying like she did when she was a child.

"Master, I miss you..."

I really want to... I really want to...