The next door boss that I missed in those years

"Can't find anyone?" Zheng Yu was a little dazed when he saw Yi Yun with an anxious face in front of him.

He originally wanted Tian Yunzong to see how Meng Qiyan's injury was recovering, but was told that Meng Qiyan was gone.

"Master disappeared yesterday, we thought he was looking for you..." Yi Yun frowned, "It's all my fault, my carelessness."

Let the old man run away.

"Where is the consciousness?"

"You won't know about this thing once you pass it." Yiyun was about to cry, "We've been looking for it all day."

"Don't worry, I'll go back to Xuanqing Gate to look for it." Just as Zheng Yu was about to leave, he heard Wang Xia's voice behind him: "Eldest senior brother! Master has been found!"

Zheng Yu hurriedly followed Yiyun and ran over. As soon as he entered the Chengyue Pavilion, he saw Meng Qiyan holding a teacup with a dazed expression on his face.

Meng Qiyan took a sip of tea and frowned slightly: "What are you doing, why are you all here?"

"Where did you go, Master? Are you still injured? What are you running around for?" Wang Xia pinched her waist and scolded, "Do you know that we have been looking for you all day? Where did you go? "

"Hey, I dare to ask you, how old am I this year? Do I need to ask you for instructions when I go out?" Meng Qiyan was very unconvinced, "Okay, I'm fine, don't bother me... a group of people are in a mess. "

Looking at Meng Qiyan's pale face, Zheng Yu took a step forward and squeezed Meng Qiyan's wrist. Meng Qiyan was startled suddenly, and wanted to break free, but Zheng Yu held him even tighter.

"Be honest, what did you do?" Zheng Yu felt Meng Qiyan's vain pulse, and stared at Meng Qiyan fiercely.

"What can I do... It's alright, you guys go do your work." Meng Qiyan turned around and began to chase away his disciples, "Yiyun, take your group of juniors and sisters to work."

Ling Shuang frowned: "Master, we are also worried about you, you see your complexion has changed again... Hey, Ayun, you..."

"Then master, let's take our leave first." Yiyun pulled Ling Shuang, turned around and called a few younger brothers and sisters, "Okay, let's go."

Wang Xia looked at the particularly active Yi Yun with a puzzled face, and asked after leaving the door: "Elder brother... what do you mean?"

Yiyun was a little embarrassed: "Here, why don't you give our master and Master Lu a chance to be alone?"

Wang Xia looked like I misunderstood you, senior brother, and nodded in agreement: "It makes sense... Let me just say, this old man must have something to do with Sect Master Lu... And he said us..."

Yiyun coughed: "Don't talk nonsense."

Wangxia nodded quickly, and hurried away with Yaofeng and Zhuiyue.

Ling Shuang looked at the sadness flashing in Yiyun's eyes, and frowned in confusion.

Yiyun quickly returned to normal, and dragged Ling Shuang to the outside: "Okay, let's go back, let head Lu educate the old man well."

At this moment, Zheng Yu was looking angrily at Meng Qiyan who was drinking water all the time: "What did you do? You kept it from your disciples."

"I'm not hiding it, it's because they haven't cultivated enough, so they couldn't find me." Meng Qiyan raised his eyebrows and put down his teacup, "I'm thirsty, I haven't had any water for half a day."

Zheng Yu frowned, and just about to educate Meng Qiyan, Meng Qiyan took out a long wooden box from his sleeve and handed it to Zheng Yu solemnly.

"Here, return yours."

Zheng Yu was a little puzzled until he saw the delicate dagger in the wooden box.

Zheng Yu felt that his breathing was a little short, and there was a short video in his brain. He raised his eyes and looked at the smiling Meng Qiyan in front of him, his voice trembling: "You went to the refining room..."

"Didn't you say that I owe you a sword, I don't owe you now."

Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment.

He was joking about this to irritate Meng Qiyan, but Meng Qiyan actually took it seriously.

But what he said made Zheng Yu inexplicably unhappy.

He, Meng Qiyan, just wanted to draw a line with him, did he have to owe him nothing?

Why hasn't this bastard theory been pulled over yet?

"Meng Qiyan, what are you messing around with!" Zheng Yu's anger could not be suppressed all of a sudden, "You are going to refine weapons like this? You are looking for death!"

"I owe you this, I'm paying it back now, why are you so angry..."

"Meng Qiyan, do you have to pay me back this favor?" Zheng Yu's hand holding the wooden box was trembling, "Is that why you want to get rid of me?"

Meng Qiyan was stunned for a moment, bit his lip, was silent for a while, and said: "If you think so, it's fine, if you accept it, leave me alone..."

"Meng Qiyan, don't think about it!" Zheng Yu threw the wooden box on the ground, "I don't care about your broken sword!"

Meng Qiyan was taken aback. Seeing the short sword rolled on the ground, she stood up angrily: "Lu Cong, you have something wrong! I'm trying my best to make a sword for you. What do you want you to throw? Pick it up for me. stand up!"

Zheng Yu ignored Meng Qiyan, turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, you lunatic! Don't go..." Meng Qi was about to hold Zheng Yu angrily, when he felt a sudden pain in his chest, his eyes blurred, and his body gradually softened.

Hearing the sound of Meng Qiyan falling to the ground, Zheng Yu hurriedly helped Meng Qiyan up. Meng Qiyan leaned against Zheng Yu and began to cough violently, blood oozing from the corner of Meng Qiyan's mouth.Zheng Yu pulled Meng Qiyan into his arms, feeling distressed enough: "What kind of sword are you practicing when you have nothing to do, why do you have to push me away..."

"That's not what I meant..." Meng Qiyan raised his hand to wipe away the blood from his mouth, "I just want to give you a sword."

Zheng Yu was stunned for a moment, and then he was very angry: "What do I want a dagger for? Are you messing around!"

"It's okay... I have to give it to you sooner or later, while I'm not feeling so bad now..." Meng Qiyan looked at Zheng Yu and smiled, "I want to give you a gift... If I'm not here anymore..."

"What nonsense are you talking about, you can't die!" Zheng Yu hugged Meng Qiyan, his eyes were a little red.

"It's actually pretty good, I can go to accompany my brother." Meng Qiyan suddenly took Zheng Yu's hand, "If you miss me in the future, you can still think about others."

Zheng Yu didn't speak, but hugged Meng Qiyan tightly.

"Actually... you know, I don't hate you at all, I just can't hold back my face." Meng Qiyan's voice was very soft, "I won't fight with you anymore... I like you very much, no kidding."

Zheng Yu slowly closed his eyes: "I know."

Meng Qiyan felt dizzy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. He ran to the refining room and practiced swords for a long time. He was really tired, so he fell asleep in Zheng Yu's arms.

Looking at Meng Qiyan who was gradually losing consciousness in his arms, Zheng Yu was suddenly stunned.

"Xiaoyan? Don't sleep yet...Xiaoyan..." Zheng Yu hugged Meng Qiyan, and just as he was about to go out to find someone, he saw Yiyun who knocked open the door with an anxious expression on his face.

After Yiyun sent Ling Shuang back, he was still not at ease, Meng Qiyan's expression was really a bit grim, so he went back again, and heard Zheng Yu's shout just as he arrived at the door.

"Go to the owner of Wanhua Valley! Go now!"

The author has something to say: Meng Qiyan: "If you want to leave a thought for others, it will be an inheritance."

Zheng Yu: "Then you keep your sword, whoever you scold!"

Meng Qiyan: "Hmph."