When spring was not over, Qin Xiangyu came to the snow mountain.
Li Xiuyuan told her about his future arrangements, and finally came to the conclusion that Xiao Yue'er would go to Penglai with the old man first, and she would leave in the autumn.
Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "The world is short, don't be greedy. If Wang Yi can't leave, let him take care of it. Just give half of the profits to Penglai every year."
Qin Xiangyu thought for a while and asked, "What will senior sister do if I leave?"
"I'm still here, you don't have to worry about her."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and explained: "You have earned enough money. In the future, you and Xiao Yue'er will enjoy the happiness of family, practice hard, and seek a way to immortality, okay?"
In the end, Qin Xiangyu took Xiao Yue'er, and the old man took Gao Yue'er and Xiao Bao, and took away half of the apricot flower wine just brewed in the spring as a wedding wine for the two little guys.
Even the marriage between the two people had to wait until they arrived in Donghai Fishing Village.
Li Xiuyuan was left alone on the mountain.
The day after the old man came down from the mountain, a group of craftsmen came to the mountain to renovate the roof according to Li Xiuyuan's requirements.
From now on, when everyone is gone, he will be alone in Chang'an City. If he doesn't take care of it now, he is afraid that it will leak again.
After staying on the mountain for ten days, the craftsmen finished their work and came down from the mountain. It was the Qingming Festival.
And At this time, Xiaobao and Xiaoyue'er, as well as most people in Lantian Villa, even Meng Xiaodie, who had just given birth to a daughter, followed the old owner, The old lady left Lantian Villa together.
The large group of people left Chang'an and headed all the way to the East China Sea.
Only Jin Wuming and Murong Shuyu were left in Lantian Villa. Xiaoguang returned to No. 47 and practiced with his master.
Jin Wuming continued his practice and only waited for the Mid-Autumn Festival night to complete his lifelong promise with Wang Yi before going to Penglai to find his parents.
Before the Qingming Festival, it is the eve of departure.
Jin Yanzi brought the man in black to the Hongchen Inn, and finally allowed Wang Yi to see his brother who was supposed to die in Lantian Villa.
It wasn't until this day that Old Ye Wang realized that not only had he been tricked by two women, Murong Shuyu and Baili Ruyan, but he had also been concealed by the old village owner and Night Owl.
And this was kept secret for twenty years.
Night Owl looked at him and smiled sheepishly: "My enemies back then were no less than you. If not for this, I'm afraid my sister would have died long ago."
Wang Yi thought for a while and finally said nothing.
The two just drank tea quietly all night, and Ye Xiaoqianye stayed by her brother's side all night.
The next day, Jin Yanzi and Ye Owl also followed the old village owner to Penglai.
It wasn't until her brother left that Ye Xiaoqian looked at Wang Yi and asked, "Are we leaving Chang'an after autumn?"
Wang Yi thought for a moment, looked at her and replied, "As long as you are willing, you can go anywhere."
Ye Xiaoqian nodded and said with a smile: "Let's talk about it then. As long as my brother is alive, it will be fine. I am your wife, so naturally I will be wherever you are."
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At most, I can wait until after the Mid-Autumn Festival and go to Penglai with my master.
For the place where the master once practiced
, he also yearns for it very much.
…
The apricot blossoms have faded from their spring glory, and a summer rainstorm ushered in the strong autumn mood.
Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. After drinking two bottles of wine, the honest monk walked all the way to White Horse Temple, but there were two touches of bright red on his sleeves.
The bright red color does not really come from the enemy's blood, but from the kiss marks in the brothel. The two bright red touches, if you don't look closely, are somewhat similar to blood.
The honest monk, who originally thought about sleeping under the flowers tonight, suddenly became a little distracted because he didn't know what he was thinking of, so he resigned from the beauty and walked back all the way.
The night was dark, and the cool breeze blowing from the street suddenly made him sober.
Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Queen of Heaven is coming to the palace in Chang'an to watch the decisive battle between the two swordsmen. He wants to go back and prepare.
Compared with the past, he does have more abilities now.
It's just that no matter how capable he is, whenever he thinks of that guy on the snow mountain, the guy who even calls the Queen of Heaven his brother, he feels a little more frustrated.
I am still a little weaker after all.
All he could do was go to Hongchen Inn from time to time to meet Wang Yi for a pot of tea.
What puzzled him was that he was obviously a prodigal who never drank or had sex, but he stopped drinking after he found out that the young master of Lantian Villa was not dead.
Even though he said he wanted to drink, he had to wait until after the battle tomorrow night.
It was so grand, just like a lifelong appointment, which made him feel very unhappy.
While thinking about it, he frowned and said, "After tomorrow, if I don't get you drunk, I will take your surname as Wang, your uncle..."
Without saying anything, a carriage stopped in front of him.
Sighing, the honest monk said: "Who are you? It's so late at night, why are you blocking the monk's way?"
The driver was an old man. He looked at him and replied, "My master and the monk are acquaintances. Please come over to meet me."
Upon hearing this, the honest monk couldn't help but shake his head, stretched out his hand and said, "Well, help me get into the car."
The old man helped him get into the car and said, "Master, don't dare to drink more. You are going to be drunk on the street, and you will catch a cold."
The honest monk laughed and replied, "I'm not a useless person. I'm not afraid. Let's go."
The old man smiled slightly and said, "That's what the master said."
The wheels rattled and soon disappeared into the night mist.
It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival in Chang'an City, and the nights are already as cool as water.
…
Wang Yi, who got up early, sat in the living room in a daze. After today, Qin Xiangyu and shopkeeper Wang will go to Penglai in a few days.
Jin Wuming was also leaving Chang'an. Suddenly, Chang'an, which was originally bustling, suddenly became deserted.
At this time, Xiaoguang was still sleeping in the room. Even Ye Xiaoqian said that it was rare to have cool weather and she wanted to sleep a little longer.
Qin Xiangyu, who had gotten up early, glanced at him and asked, "What's wrong? Are you afraid of losing?"
After lunch, she would go to the palace to accompany the senior sister who came from Luoyang, and take a look at how the high platform was being built.
Wang Yi shook his head and said, "Why should I be afraid of him? I won't want him for long. Even the shopkeeper has to leave Chang'an. Xiaoqian and I are a little reluctant to leave."
"Nonsense, you have to stay after I leave, otherwise who will earn money to support a large family?"
Qin Xiangyu laughed: "Do you really think that going to Penglai is all about cultivating immortality and you don't need to eat?"
Wang Yi smiled and said: "Qingyu said that there are mountains, land and water on the island. It is very big, enough for you to cultivate yourself, and there are also magical medicines for you to practice."
Qin Xiangyu thought for a while and said directly: "Let me tell you, you can go to the snow mountain to practice. Sir will be back soon."
Wang Yi smiled when he heard this: "The gods are finally coming back, so I'll stay here with Xiaoqian and practice with my husband."
…
In Yuhua Temple.
Qingyu came to see Xiuyuan with a box of pastries. It was already half past time and the monks in the temple had finished their work and were ready to pack up and go to the dining hall to eat.
She didn't think about who would win in the battle in front of Weiyang Palace tonight.
As if nothing would happen, Qingyu was living a very regular life these days.
I just waited for the Mid-Autumn Festival or my husband's arrangement to leave the imperial city with my junior sister.
Qingyu is different from Qin Xiangyu in being smooth and sophisticated, and she is not even as stubborn as her junior sister. She will only stick to some of the things she pursues.
This is why she has never taken Xiaoguang as her disciple on a whim like Gao Yue'er in all these years.
She just waited quietly, waiting for that day to come and follow the old man to leave this world.
After making a pot of tea, Li Xiuwu poured a cup for Qingyu.
Holding a cup in his hand, he asked: "Are you going to the palace to watch the excitement at night?"
Qingyu shook her head and smiled faintly: "Junior sister, just take Xiaoguang there. I will be quiet at home and will not go to the palace to join in the fun."
Speaking of this, Qingyu couldn't help but ask: "Sir, are you going too?"
In Qingyu's heart, Li Xiuyuan liked peace and quiet more than she did, and he probably wouldn't like such a lively scene.
After all, during the appointment in the Snow Mountain ten years ago, the gentleman did not show up.
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and sighed, and said with a wry smile: "It turns out that I don't have to join in the fun, but my sister came to Chang'an, and I'm afraid I have to sit with her."
In his opinion, the palace was undefended tonight, and there were probably many martial arts monks going to watch the battle.
An accident happened last winter, and some of the guys who had suffered a big loss would inevitably have hatred in their hearts. If they really took action, I'm afraid the guards in the palace would not be able to protect them for a while.
Qingyu sighed quietly and said with a wry smile: "That's true. When it comes to ruthlessness, who knows who?"
Apart from her junior sister, Qingyu only trusts her husband.
Even Wang Yi in the inn and Ah Jue back then didn't believe it. After all, they had never experienced the crisis of life and death together.
"At night, you go to the inn and stay for a while. After Wang Yi, Ye Xiaoqian and others come back, you can go and rest."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment and said, "Tonight's battle will only determine the outcome, and it should be over soon."
Qingyu thought for a moment and asked, "Sir, if my junior sister and I go to Penglai, won't you be too lonely in Chang'an alone? Who will chat with you?"
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan replied: "Aren't there Wang Yi and Ye Xiaoqian? With these two here, are you afraid that you didn't make tea with me?"
Hearing this, Qingyu smiled and said, "When Ye Xiaoqian has another baby, my husband will have a headache."
Li Xiuyuan, who was taking a sip of tea, was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Delaying life is always a joyful thing."
…
Lantian Villa, in the living room.
Looking at the empty house, Murong Shuyu couldn't help but sigh. For such a majestic villa, if you say you give up, you really give up.
The graves of several ancestors have been moved to Penglai by the old man.
From now on, this place will have nothing to do with them.
Jin Wuming looked at her uncomfortable look and comforted her softly: "Isn't it my dream to be able to practice away from the world?"
Murong Shuyu smiled lightly, held his hand and said, "After tonight, I want to take you and Xiaoguang back to Murong Family first, and then to Penglai."
Jin Wuming replied: "No problem, I should go back and see the two old people."
Murong Shuyu looked at Jin Wuming with a gentle look on his face: "I'm afraid you wouldn't have thought that Xiaoguang could actually surpass you and me in cultivation, right?"
Jin Wuming laughed: "He is the pride of Lantian Villa and the pride of your Murong family."
Murong Shuyu nodded and replied, "When should we set off?"
