The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Most of the new disciples knew that the young master treated Lin Guoguo very well.

Now that the young master has disappeared, attitudes towards him have plummeted. People are isolated, mocked, and ridiculed. They don't dare to do anything openly, but they are all happening in secret.

Guoguo didn't care how they treated him, he just missed Tang Yixien.

Later, he practiced sword skills every day, and it was Tang Yixin who taught him the sword skills.

"Brother Jin..." Guoguo called out affectionately after she came to her senses.

"Um.."

Jin Xiaoxiao nodded calmly in response, with a look of indifference as if she was looking at a younger generation.

At this time, many disciples had returned to Chaohua Courtyard. The brave ones came over to pay their respects and then pretended to retreat, hiding behind a rockery not far away to peek.

It was a rare opportunity for the disciples to see their young master, and they all stretched their heads out with their eyes wide open.

"Young Master, are you here to see Lin Guoguo?"

"yes.."

"How can this be?"

"Does he know the young master?"

"Haven't you heard? Back then..."

The low chirping of crickets could be heard faintly from behind the rockery.

Tang Yixian's eyes fell on the crushed rice paper and the thin bamboo strips on the ground, and he frowned and asked:

"Is this for making lanterns?"

"Yes, I went to buy it this morning. What a pity."

Guoguo showed a look of pity and grievance, and sniffed his non-existent snot. Although he was no longer a child, he seemed like he had never grown up in front of Tang Yixin.

For ten years, Guoguo had never shown her grievances to anyone, but now she couldn't help but reveal some of them in front of Tang Yixin.

Tang Yixien's expression obviously faded.

The follower disciple standing aside lowered his head even more, rubbing his hands in embarrassment and fear, but in his heart he was laughing and saying that he deserved it. Let's see what he can use to make lanterns.

"Why don't you come with us to Biling Peak to make lanterns?" Jin Xiaoxiao asked, lightly tapping the Lingxi fan.

Tang Yixien had the same idea.

"it is good."

Guoguo replied immediately, feeling excited and happy in her heart, but being polite on the surface.

He picked up a usable bamboo stick on the ground and followed the two out of Chaohua Villa.

With so many disciples surrounding him, Guoguo knew his limits.

Tang Yixin is the young master after all, and not everyone can go to Biling Peak.

Tang Yixin also noticed the changes in Guoguo, who seemed to have become more distant and sensible.

But he didn't like this kind of understanding, because it meant he had experienced a lot.

As the three people left, the chirping of crickets in the yard gradually subsided.

The follower disciple who stayed behind was so angry that his teeth itched. He picked up the large and small bags on the ground and said to Yi Ran beside him in a flattering manner:

"Isn't it just going to the young master's place? It's no big deal."

"That's the young master! What do you mean by 'not that'?"

Yiran threw the colored paper to the ground in anger.

"Lin Guoguo, you have guts." Yiran threw her cloak and shouted crisply.

These colored papers on the ground were actually bought by her for Lin Guoguo.

It was the first time for Guoguo to enter Biling Peak, where his benefactor lived, and there was a lot of curiosity in his eyes.

The place where the young master lives is probably very solemn, right?

Bi Lingfeng is indeed different from before. Tang Yuncang pays attention to him, and Yun Zichu takes even better care of him.

As soon as Guoguo stepped into the door and marveled at the plum bonsai at the door, she heard the squeal of a pig coming from somewhere in the yard.

The pigs sent by the demon tribe would occasionally howl cutely.

I'm used to Tang Yixien's indifferent look.

"Young Master, I can go buy some more colored paper."

Guoguo was worried that this would cause trouble for her benefactor brother.

"As for colored paper, I bought it too." Tang Yixien's tone was kind with a hint of kindness.

Guoguo paused, he realized that after leaving the crowd, Tang Yixin treated him the same way as before.

Just like before, when they were in his village, nothing would change just because he was the young master.

His benefactor brother is indeed the best person in the world.

Guoguo smiled and immediately relaxed a lot.

Guoguo followed Tang Yixin into the front hall.

He thought that when Tang Yixien said he bought something, he meant he bought colored paper, but he ended up buying a whole room of colored paper.

There are all kinds of colors, many more than the colors he bought.

Guoguo's eyes suddenly lit up.

He actually liked colorful colored paper very much. He used the money he had saved for a long time to buy it, but before he could take a closer look at it, it was stepped on and crushed.

"This stack is for you." Tang Yixin saw the gleam in Guoguo's eyes.

"Thank you, young master." Guoguo hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

"There's no one else here, so you don't have to call me Young Master." Tang Yixien chuckled.

"Well...thank you, Brother Tang."

Guoguo smiled, revealing her little white teeth, and her heart warmed, making her feel a little more relaxed.

"Hey, Xiaogadou, why are you here?"

Sheng Qingye poked his handsome head out from a pile of colored paper.

Sheng Qingye was not good at handicrafts when he was a child. He studied this colored paper for the whole morning, but he refused to give up and had to take first place.

"Brother Sheng." Guoguo said quickly with a sweet mouth.

"Yeah." Sheng Qingye pursed his lips and smiled.

Guoguo was stunned. He hadn't seen Sheng Qingye smile in the past ten years. Today, he found that Sheng Qingye's smile was nice, but really scary.

No wonder my daughter was scared to tears when she saw it for the first time.

"Guoguo, you're here?" Xuan Yuran walked over and said.

"Xiao Feng...not...Brother Xuan..." Guoguo quickly changed the words.

Xuan Yuran pursed his lips, turned around and took a bamboo stick.

Tang Yixin was surprised to find that these four people were more familiar with each other than he thought.

Guoguo knew what Xuan Yuran's little phoenix looked like when Sheng Qingye once brought the crying little phoenix to see Guoguo.

At this moment, a disciple suddenly came in from outside the door and brought in several small mahogany boxes.

"Disciple bought some more materials for making lanterns." Jin Xiaoxiao said lightly.

When the box was opened, brilliant lights flashed out immediately. Inside was mica flakes, which was almost the best lantern material in Yuanzhi Continent.

The colorful mica flakes cast a sparkling light on the roof under the sunlight.

Guoguo was young after all, so he immediately walked over, squatted down to touch the mica sheet, raised his eyebrows and said excitedly:

"Brother Jin, can you buy this?"

He had only taken a quick look at it at the market today, and the price was so high it seemed like robbery, and now he couldn't even buy it even if he had money.

Jin Xiaoxiao smiled lightly and said,

"I like to take more."

Tang Yixien's eyes were dazzled by the light of money again.

Sheng Qingye walked over, looked down, and said with narrowed eyes:

"Young Master Jin, are you using your silver power again?"

Jin Xiaoxiao was too lazy to pay attention to Sheng Qingye.

There seemed to be a gleam in Xuan Yuran's clear eyes. As a phoenix, his instinct was to like shiny things the most.

I've been staring at it since just now.

Jin Xiaoxiao was attentive and understood Xuan Yuran's preferences. She pointed to a box nearby and said,

"This box is for you."

"Thank you, senior brother." Xuan Yuran said with a smile.

On such a leisurely afternoon, the front hall was filled with warm sunshine, and the roof was reflecting colorful lights.

Guoguo's laughter could be heard occasionally.

The disciples began to make lanterns at their respective tables.

Tang Yixin was drinking tea by the window, with orchids on the table in front of him.

Tang Yixin occasionally looked at them and felt like he was taking a hands-on practical class.

The air was filled with the fragrance of orchids, peaceful and leisurely, until Sheng Qingye began to use the sharp axe.

The axe was bigger than Sheng Qingye's head. With a sizzling sound, it nimbly cut the colored paper.