Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

"Sir, I..." Yan Xubai didn't know what to say, he couldn't repeat what his grandfather said.

And he didn't intend to talk about it.

Fu Guilan saw that he didn't speak for a long time, and then understood from Yan Xubai's embarrassed expression, which also confirmed her guess.

I am afraid that Yan Xubai himself is not willing to talk about this medicine.

"When will you leave the mountain?" Fu Guilan asked.

Yan Xubai calmed down a little, and said, "About a few days."

"So soon..." When Fu Guilan heard that it was these few days, he originally thought that Yan Guyun had come to urge him to heal Yan Xubai for this bottle of wound medicine. moon.

Thinking that after finishing the chores tonight, he would go to the hall and ground his feet, and come out in three months, not only would he not see the flower buds, but he would also lose sight of this serious "seven-year-old little Patriarch", so he naturally felt reluctant.

It's not that Fu Guilan has multiple feelings, it's just that he has spent more than 300 days together day and night, and he has to get rid of the habit he has developed towards this little prince.Don't still think about asking twice a day, worrying about your body and mind, and worrying about everything.

Yan Xubai definitely didn't know that Fu Guilan also lowered his head slightly at this time, with a face of deep thought.

"Take care, Mr. Yan, and see you again at this year's Zhengyan meeting. You should also be the suzerain of the Yan family." Fu Guilan brought back the tone of his usual greetings, "When the time comes to visit, don't despise me, the suzerain This little teaching."

After finishing speaking, Fu Guilan smiled lightly.

"No..." Yan Xubai whispered.

There was a moment of silence, he didn't say anything, and Fu Guilan didn't answer, the surrounding was quiet, only the sound of birds.

"You go back, I'll go to Yiyuan. A friend came to visit, and I happened to encounter this kind of thing. I have to ask him to find something to do." Fu Guilan said with a smile, and put the porcelain vase in his sleeve again, "Thank you, Mr. Yan, for donating the medicine, so that I can recuperate well in the past few months."

He said it lightly, but he didn't just think about it.

Yan Xubai still had no intention of leaving, his hands were hanging by his sides, and he kept wiping the sweat that had just leaked from his hands on his outer shirt.

"Why did you admit your guilt so easily? Everyone knows Mrs. Pei has bad intentions."

Finally asked, Yan Xubai sighed.

Once again, Fu Guilan never expected that this "little Patriarch", who was always respectful to him and didn't dare to ask more questions, would actually take care of his affairs at this time.

"It's a long story, and it involves the old affairs of my sect." Fu Guilan said calmly, looking at the young man in front of him, she felt that some things are in the past, why bother to talk to everyone, as if there is a great grievance.

"Sir... I didn't mean to inquire." Yan Xubai opened his mouth, originally he didn't intend to continue, but Pei Youshu's pressing question in Mingtang just now sounded in his mind, and his grandfather's "appreciation" for taking care of Yan Xubai wholeheartedly.

With Fu Guilan's appearance now, Yan Xubai suddenly felt that he was too wronged, and blurted out: "It's just to modify the essentials of cultivation, it's not a big deal. Why is Mrs. Pei doing this, sir, you don't have to accept it like this."

Speaking too hastily and with a puzzled mind, Yan Xubai questioned, his cheeks under the silk belt even flushed.

"Young Master Yan..."

A soft cry made Yan Xubai's mind finally cool down, he quickly took a step back and bowed and said: "I was the one who was rude. Offended Mr."

There was another gust of breeze, mixed with a little water vapor, which still felt a little cool on the body.In spring, there is always more rain, but when will the rain fall?

"Actually, it's okay to talk to you." Fu Guilan stretched out his sleeves in front of Yan Xubai again, let him hold him, and led him to a tree that was slightly sheltered from the wind.

"The old sect of my family was originally the Xiantao Banquet, which was not a big or small sect near Lin'an City in the Jiangnan Region. After the Daishan Spirit and Ghost Battle, the old suzerain passed away, and my father inherited the Xiantao Banquet. Later Just as you know, my father felt that the original exercises were not good enough, so he practiced a few of them. Later, because my father practiced the modified techniques, the entire sect was overthrown and fell into nothingness."

Fu Guilan raised his eyes to look at Yan Xubai, saw that he was in good shape and listened very seriously, so he continued: "Bie Zong naturally feels that my father is the chief culprit, if he didn't act recklessly, naturally there would be no Fairy Peach Banquet As a result of this, hundreds of people were killed and buried together."

"But this matter is always a family matter. People from other sects say that, so they are meddling in their own business?" Yan Xubai asked back.

Fu Guilan originally thought that Yan Xubai knew the whole story, but now that he is fighting against injustice, it seems that he really doesn't know.

There was another gust of wind, and the direction of the wind changed a bit. Fu Guilan changed direction and stood beside Yan Xubai.

"There is no shortage of people who see injustices in the world and act on behalf of the heavens." Fu Guilan sighed, "If Mr. Yan knew the old sect of my family and what kind of spells he practiced, wouldn't he be the same as them?"

In Fu Guilan's eyes, this young suzerain who came to the dojo to practice at the age of 17 must have followed the rules and regulations since he was a child, and followed the rules everywhere.Judging by his behavior, if he is not sick, I am afraid that he will never have contact with ordinary disciples in his life.

"Sir, you haven't explained it yet, so how can you just make an assertion and settle my mind." Yan Xubai asked rhetorically.

Fu Guilan was a little surprised when he heard this, and felt that the young man's words were too childish, so he naturally didn't want to argue with him: Today is also a trivial matter, and I can only blame myself for being too frivolous and out of proportion.Why tell the old things again and argue with him.The day before the mountain is approaching, it is better for him to think more about himself.

"Let's not talk about this matter. It's all the grievances of the previous generation. Now I'm just teaching in the dojo. If I make a mistake, I will always be punished. I can't make progress just because Han Zongzhu protects me."

Yan Xubai opened his mouth, wanting to ask directly, but he still chose a slightly milder word: "However, sir, you clearly know that Sect Master Han will protect you, and you haven't figured out the cause of the matter, so you admit it rashly, sir, you don't feel wronged." ?"

Fu Guilan looked at him, and once again felt that the person in front of him had really been taken care of for more than ten years. The word "grievance" is only used by children.

There was another gust of wind, Yan Xubai looked solemn, although his eyes were covered with silk cloth, he seemed to be staring at Fu Guilan waiting for the answer.

Suddenly burst out laughing, Fu Guilan couldn't hold back, just a gust of wind, some pink petals fell from the branches of the peach tree she was leaning against.

"Of course I don't feel wronged. The fox spirit back then was never wronged."

"Huh?" The person in front of him seemed dissatisfied with the answer, but his mouth was tightly pursed.

Fu Guilan looked at Yan Xubai for a while, then changed his words and said: "I am wronged, but at this moment, I can't cause trouble for the suzerain. Originally, when this happened, it was chaotic. What did the disciples see, what did I see, There is always a discrepancy in saying it. And it is indeed the painting god who hurt Pei Junchen. Rather than spending time on me, it is better to let Mrs. Linlang get angry earlier. This is also cheaper for both parties."

After explaining the reason, seeing that Yan Xubai didn't answer, he just assumed that he understood.

It's not too early to see the time.Although Fu Guilan was still worried about Yan Xubai's injury, but after today, he couldn't care about it anymore.

The most important thing now is to settle down that Yiyuan person earlier.

"Let's go." Fu Guilan said softly, and handed the sleeves to Yan Xubai, "It's going to rain soon, Mr. Yan, do you want to walk with me?"

Yan Xubai was still thinking about the words he heard just now, because he couldn't understand: With Fu Guilan's current status, why should he treat himself like this.

"Where are you going, sir? Yiyuan or Chiting?"

"Go to Yiyuan first, and then go to the hall."

Yan Xubai thought that he had just come from there just now, the two of them just happened to miss it.

"gentlemen…"

"I almost forgot. After this confinement is over, you should have returned to Yanmen long ago. According to your illness, it won't be a day or two before you can recover. When you return to Yanmen, remember not to slack off your cultivation skills, On weekdays, don’t worry about your thoughts, and whenever you encounter a situation, you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity.”

Fu Guilan gave many instructions, looking at the sky, it will be dawn soon, the water vapor is much thicker, and it seems that it is about to rain.

"Go back. Young Master Yan, take care."

Yan Xubai felt a sense of loss in his heart, and he slowly put down the sleeve he had just pulled up.

Since he still has things to do, he has given what he wanted to give, and asked what he wanted to ask, so what is there to be reluctant about?

Is it reluctant to leave the mountain, or to miss Mr.

Yan Xubai took two steps back, bowed and saluted, and said respectfully: "Thank you for your care, sir. Yan Yu is in Longsuo Mountain in the southwest region, waiting for your arrival."

Fu Guilan looked at the little boy in front of him, nodded reassuringly, and said: "I will never forget it."

It was windy again.

Yiyuan, I'm afraid I've been waiting for a long time.

Fu Guilan said goodbye to Yan Xu, and left Zhehua Road.

There was still some time before sunrise, Yan Xubai walked on the path alone, then climbed up the waterfall mountain path in Dulujian, and returned to the courtyard after a while.

Not sleepy, not upset, but just lingering here.

Yan Xubai sat at the stone table in the courtyard again, thinking about what Fu Guilan had just said.

What made the Xuanmen clan so hostile to Fu Guilan's old clan?Daishan spirit ghost, wasn't that a flood of evil spirits decades ago?However, the records in the old history only briefly mention Xiantao Banquet. Although it is also said to be "the evil ways in the south of the Yangtze River", they did make some contributions in that battle.Why did all the sects yell for beating and killing, wanting to get rid of them quickly?

Grandfather seems to have some friendship with Fu Shuli, and his comments on him are not only pity, but also pity.

In this world, whoever is powerful is the right way.

Look at the way Mr. acts, advances and retreats with limits.Since it is Patriarch Han's good, he should follow his father and mother.If the old sect is still there, then he should also be a suzerain.

The more Yan Xubai thought about it, the original impression of Fu Guilan in his mind changed a lot.Now in my mind, there is a bright yellow clothes, the appearance of a talented young man, although there is a look on his face, there is still a smile in his eyes.

"pat-"

A drop of water fell on the stone table.

Yan Xubai hurriedly stood up, stretched out his hand to his side, and another drop of water landed on Yan Xubai's palm.

"Sure enough, it's raining." Yan Xubai thought that he should have arrived at the den by now, so he shouldn't think too much about it, just take care of himself.He turned around and walked to his house.

"Young Master Yan."

There was a shout.

Yan Xubai was taken aback for a moment, at this time, who else would come to rescue Lu Jian.