Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

Feilun showed some reluctance on his face, but the determination in his eyes remained unchanged as he stared at Ye Shanming:

"But I want to come with you."

"When you sent me to school, you promised you wouldn't abandon me!"

"It's not abandonment... okay."

Ye Shanming had a headache, but he finally gave in to Feilun's gaze: "Then drop out of school tomorrow, and then we'll set off."

"Then sleep together tonight."

Fei Lun grabbed his sleeve tightly, not letting him leave: "I doubt that you will secretly abandon me, Master Ye Shanming."

"Since I promised, I won't break my promise."

She replied in distress, but Philen refused to let go, so she could only lie down beside her. Only then did Philen close her eyes in satisfaction.

"Ugh."

Ye Shanming sighed helplessly. He didn't expect that this child seemed to have gotten rid of a lot of dependence on him, but in fact he just hid it in his heart and didn't show it.

At the gate of the magical city of Oissast, Philen was wearing a white dress with a black coat on the outside. She was carrying the suitcase with both hands with great effort and stubbornly refused Ye Shanming's suggestion to help her carry it.

Early in the morning, the two went to the college to find the principal to apply for withdrawal. After hearing about it, Rabinie and Connie even came to question him directly. In the end, Philen talked about the matter with them privately.

However, the vicious looks from the two little ones before they left probably showed that they regarded him as an unreasonable adult.

"Let's go."

The reserved carriage slowly drove out of the city. After Ye Shanming carried Feilun on board, he also got on the carriage.

This time, Philen brought a lot of luggage, which exceeded the carrying capacity of his flying magic. However, Philen had not yet learned flying magic. In order to take care of her, Ye Shanming planned to take a carriage to the holy city of Stral.

Chapter 17. Welcome Little Philen.

"Master Ye Shanming, is the person we are looking for really your friend?"

In the forest outside the holy city of Stral, Philen was struggling to carry the small suitcase and looked at Ye Shanming in confusion. This was the third time they had seen this tree.

"I used to fly here directly using flying magic. I'm not very familiar with the road if I walk."

Ye Shanming made excuses for himself, closed his eyes, spread his magic power outward, and used the detection magic that few people use nowadays.

Soon, he opened his eyes and found the right path. He took Feilun's hand and said:

"follow me."

In front of the wooden house, Haita was sitting in front of the door basking in the sun. Compared with two years ago, he looked much older and his energy and spirit had obviously diminished a lot. He looked no different from an ordinary old man.

"Haita, I'm here."

Hearing Ye Shanming's voice, he opened his eyes with all his strength, his face brightened up, and he stood up from his chair with a smile:

"You're really punctual this year. Hey, you even brought a little guest with you."

Haita was a little surprised to see Ye Shanming holding a child in his hand, but his instinctive love for children made him squat down.

"What's your name?"

Feilun held Ye Shanming tightly with her left hand and instinctively wanted to hide behind him. However, the old man in front of her gave her a very kind feeling. She suppressed the tension in her heart and answered:

"Phelan."

"Nice name. My name is Haita. Would you like some snacks?"

Feilun subconsciously looked at Ye Shanming, who smiled and touched her head: "Go."

Although it was only their first meeting, Haita liked the girl very much. He collected the unfinished wine on the table, turned around and took out a lot of snacks from the room, and looked at her kindly while she ate the snacks.

"Is this child yours and Fulilian's?"

Haita's words nearly made Ye Shanming spit out his tea. He put the cup back in his hand with some annoyance.

"Have you, a drunken monk, lost your mind?"

"Haha, just kidding."

Haita was very satisfied with Ye Shanming's performance and couldn't help laughing: "You adopted this child, right?"

"Yes, war orphans."

Philen continued to eat snacks in small bites like a hamster, and was not overly moved by Ye Shanming's words. She had long since let go of her concerns about her past.

"How long do you think you have left to live?"

After taking a sip of tea, Ye Shanming's eyes fell on Haita, and he frowned. He could feel that Haita's current physical condition was extremely poor. What he said last time was not false. If he had come a year or two later, perhaps all he would have seen was the tombstone of this old friend.

"It might have been something recent."

When talking about his own life and death, Haita was very calm. When he was young, he and his friends completed unprecedented adventures, and when he was old, he successfully retired from the position of Bishop of the Holy City.

If he had to say one regret in his life, it would probably be that he was unable to preside over the weddings of his two friends who were of the Immortal Clan.

"But now that I've seen you, I feel like I can live a little longer."

"Then you have to try your best to survive. I'm counting on you to help me solve the problem."

Ye Shanming glanced at Feilun next to him, gave her some advice, pulled Haita into the wooden house, and told him about the problem of Feilun being too dependent on him.

In response to his question, Haita smiled and shook his head: "It's normal for children to rely on adults. What you are worried about is that the child lives completely for you."

Ye Shanming nodded heavily. He didn't want Philen to be tied to him for the rest of her life and repeat Licht's mistakes.

"Then while I'm still alive, I'll try my best to help you enlighten this child."

Haita smiled and patted his shoulder, just as they had done over seventy years ago, complaining, "You really know how to find things for an old man who's almost dead. I guess I'll have to try to hold off on meeting the goddess for a few years."

"I think if you drink less, with the goddess's favor on you, you might even live longer than the dwarf Aize."

Ye Shanming squinted his eyes at him and sighed softly, "I really don't know why the goddess would favor a drunkard like you so much, when I can barely even use the most basic healing magic."

"Wine is the best of all medicines. It's possible that I've lived this long because of it."

Haita responded with his own twisted logic as usual.

Ye Shanming brought Fei Lun to live in Haita. Although she had managed to get Ye Shanming to take her with him, Fei Lun still didn't feel very safe. In order to play her role, the 8-year-old girl took the initiative to take care of the lives of the two of them.

Although Ye Shanming tried to dissuade her, he was eventually defeated by her persistence.

Although Haita talked about the crooked reasons for drinking, he still quit drinking for the sake of Ye Shanming's commission and the desire to live a few more years.

"Master Ye Shanming, I'm going to buy some ingredients. You and Master Haita should stop arguing at home."

In the morning, after the usual magic practice, Philen returned to the cabin, stood on tiptoe to pick up the basket from the table, took out the wallet from the drawer, turned around and gave instructions to the two people sitting in front of the door.

"It was obviously this drunken monk who irritated me first."

Ye Shanming muttered something and waved at Feilun. Seeing this, Feilun picked up the basket and left.

"What a good kid."

Haita sighed and said, "If I met her, I would definitely raise her as my own granddaughter."

"That's a shame. I was the one who met Philen first."

Like two old men arguing over whose granddaughter is the better one, the two started fighting again.

Philen had no idea that the two adults in the family had turned their backs on his instructions and went to the nearby village to buy food.

"Little Philen is here again. Come, take this. Auntie is giving it to you for free."

"Hey, little Philen, this is a new catch today. I'll give you a 20% discount."

Since Philen has been doing all the purchasing for the past few months, everyone in the village has become familiar with this lovely girl. As soon as they see her, they greet her with a smile.

While responding politely, Feilun carefully selected. Lord Ye Shanming did not have a stable job, and Lord Haita did not have much savings, so she had to be thrifty.

It took Mo about an hour before she finally carried the full basket and walked towards Haita's wooden house.

As soon as I reached the entrance of the forest, I saw a very rare elf looking around confusedly under the iconic big tree, with long silver hair tied into two ponytails and a suitcase in his hands.

That look reminded Fei Lun of the first time Ye Shanming brought him here. He stepped forward, basket in hand, and asked:

"Are you looking for something?"

The silver-haired elf turned around, his emerald eyes reflecting Philen's figure. Without saying a word, Philen tilted his head, a little puzzled:

"Is there a problem?"

The elf finally came to his senses and replied to Philen:

"No, I'm looking for the house of a man named Haita. Do you know the way?"

"Then you are the guest."

Philen nodded, walked to the front, and motioned for the silver-haired elf to follow him.

Chapter 18 Fulilian: How come you two old guys are still alive?

"You're really going too far. You know I'm quitting drinking."

After the two had a quarrel about the issue of Philen, Ye Shanming took out a bottle of wine from Haita's collection of wine cabinet and started drinking it by himself.

Haita, who was standing by, watched helplessly, swallowed his saliva, looked away, and couldn't help but condemn his behavior.

"Since you've quit drinking, it's a waste to keep all this wine there. I'm just helping you solve your problem."

Ye Shanming drank it in small sips. He had to say that Haita's collection was really good. Even if these wines were thrown into Tokyo, they would still be collected by people who would be reluctant to open them. The quality of the wines was completely different from that of a thousand years ago.

"Master Haita, a guest is looking for you...Master Ye Shanming, you are not allowed to drink!"

As soon as Philen came back and greeted Haita, he saw Ye Shanming drinking. He frowned, first put the basket in his hand into the kitchen with great effort, and then snatched the bottle of wine from his hand.

"Haha, I told you not to abuse the elderly. Well done, little Philen. Next time he dares to drink, I'll let you know."

Seeing this scene, Haita couldn't help laughing, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothed out a lot.

"I'll just drink a little. Haita also said that wine is the best of all medicines."

Ye Shanming was still making his last effort, but Feilun didn't give him any chance at all. He turned around and took the unfinished bottle of wine to the kitchen and hid it.

Lord Haita's health is so poor because of his alcoholism. She doesn't want Ye Shanming to be in the same situation, and she hasn't had the chance to repay him yet.

"Stinky monk, you're not dead yet."

Fulilian, who had been following behind Philen, watched the farce until she finished, then came up to greet him, her eyes falling on Ye Shanming next to her:

"You're still alive. I thought you had died of old age a long time ago. I wanted to go and pay your respects, but I realized I had no idea where you lived."

Although she offended two people equally, Fulilian was completely unaware of it. She just sat on the chair and took out a bottle of wine from the suitcase.

"I was thinking of pouring this wine on your grave, but it sounds like you've given up drinking, so it seems I won't be able to use it now."

"You're still the same, Flillian."

Haita was not angry at all about Fulilian's words. He sighed a little and looked at Ye Shanming meaningfully.

The latter immediately looked up at the sky. Who knew that he had not told the truth that he was also an immortal species in the heat of the moment, and as a result, Fulilian foolishly believed it for so many years. Now he didn't dare to imagine what Fulilian would do if he confessed.

Fortunately, Philen had made tea and brought it over to help him out.

Fulilian looked at Fellen who was heading to the kitchen to make lunch, then she remembered her and couldn't help but ask:

"That child, is she your granddaughter, Haita?"

"How can it be."

Haita took a sip of tea, smiled and shook his head: "The child's name is Feilun. She is a war orphan adopted by Ye Shanming. Although I do treat her as my own granddaughter."

"By the way, what made you come here? A few days ago, Haita said you were heartless and that he was almost dying of old age and you still didn't come to see him."

In order to retaliate against Haita's previous ridicule about drinking, Ye Shanming planned to give him some eye drops.

"Don't spread rumors!"

Haita quickly clarified himself, and Fulilian also puffed up her cheeks, a little dissatisfied with his words:

"Ever since Xinmeier's death, I've been trying hard to interact with the people I meet on my travels. This time, I was shopping in the Holy City and came here by chance."

"By the way..."

Ye Shanming dragged out his words, pretending to be disappointed, and patted Haita on the shoulder: "This is all the significance that Fulilian has for both of us. It seems that we two old guys can only take care of each other in our old age."

Haita glanced at him sideways, speechless. This guy really likes to act.