The boy was pushed in front by a group of people, but he was not panicked at all, as if he was taking this group. The student in Qingyi rode a horse and followed silently. It was late at night that he walked to a deep forest. The boy was blindfolded and was tangled by the thorns on the side of the road. He went up many steps and was kicked to the ground. The boy was as quiet as usual, without making any sound, slowly crossed his legs and rested his luck.

The sky suddenly brightened, and the boy woke up. Although his eyes were covered, he was also sensitive to the changes in light. The cold and dampness in the air became heavier, unlike the barren mountains where the boy lived. The smell in this mountain was more of the smell of various foods, the smell of large wooden buildings, and the smell of people. Someone snatched the clothes on the back of the boy's neck and pulled him up. The boy stood up steadily, was pushed, and came to a quiet hut, smelled a faint sandalwood.

A long time later, someone removed the cloth strips on his eyes. The boy closed his eyes and opened it again. It was indeed a quiet room, tables, and tables. The tables should be all the best red sandalwood. The tents in the house were exquisite yarn, but there was no one. "Who was going to catch me? Who am I?" The boy thought to himself, but he didn't realize that the little baby, "When I find out, go back to see him and take him back to the barren mountain." Soon, footsteps came here, and it was not the footsteps of the person alone. These people's steps were light, but of different degrees. The boy sat upright, waiting for someone to come.

The student in Qingyi had already changed into a light green silk dress at home, and had a bun on his head slightly tied up, and inserted it horizontally with a green jade hairpin.

The student in Qingyi had a cunning look and looked at the boy carefully up and down. After a long time, he asked him, "Who are you?"

The young man looked at the Qingyi student in a frank manner and shook his head blankly.

"You perform ancient rituals and write ancient characters. The clothes you wear are not the same as today. Where did you come from?"

The boy's eyes tightened, he performed ancient rituals and wrote ancient characters? Is it because he was in the mountains, but many years have passed since the outside world? But he still did not relax his vigilance.

The Qingyi student swept the boy's expression with the corner of his eyes and said cynically, "I have no malice to catch you, I'm just curious. You are like a person who walked down from the portrait of our ancestral hall. I want to know what's going on." The Qingyi student dragged his tail and said, "In addition, you have the breath of spiritual energy on your body, but it doesn't look like your own. Isn't it very interesting?" The young student laughed out loud, "Hahaha... Did you steal other people's spiritual energy?"

The young man was a little amused and crying, but his face was not very changed. Linghua is the essence of the world. Whether it is a monk or a god, possessing Linghua is like a halo of glory, which makes everyone envious. Linghua is not only beneficial to cultivation, but also can transform inaction and do whatever he wants in fortune.

When the student in Qingyi saw the boy's appearance, he said lazily, "My name is Wenxuan, and his name is Wuyi. Call me whatever you want." After that, he winked and someone dragged the boy out of the room filled with sandalwood.

The Wen family's house is quite large, occupying a whole mountain. It seems that the only deep forest is connected to the outside world, which is both a barrier and a buffer.

The boy was taken to a separate house along the mountain nest. The round courtyard gate was titled "Pine Garden". A mountain spring flowed through the garden and gurgled. There were tall pine trees planted in the garden, which covered several quaint houses. Once the door was locked, the boy was locked in the house, followed by the sound of the garden door being closed.

The boy looked around. Although the house looked simple, it was also very delicate. It was much more particular than his barren mountain hut. For some reason, when the boy recalled his barren hut, he felt a little sour in his heart. Wen Xuan came to Songyuan every day, just like he was a student in Qingyi, and was cynical, looking down on him at the same time, changing at any time. The boy had been in the barren mountains for a long time, and Wen Xuan was the first person to have such close contact, but he often made him laugh and cry.

Wen Xuan prepared the best Pan Mo and Xuan paper in Songyuan. The young man often wrote and painted. Wen Xuan often praised him and looked a little envious. However, the young man was still a little alert to Wen Xuan and still did not answer any questions from Wen Xuan.

Wen Xuan's question marks filled his heart with all his thoughts, and he focused on this young man, and even the beauty in the courtyard had no time to take care of it. When he had nothing to do, he thought about this person. He performed ancient rituals, wrote ancient characters, dressed in ancient style, walked, sat and lying down, and his eyebrows were also stern, and he looked like a big boy. In ancient times, the big boy lived to be old and immortal. Could he be an immortal? Or some kind of alien? He didn't speak and refused to write and communicate. Could it be that he was scared when he caught him?

Unlike, he doesn't look scared.

Could it be that he said he wanted to slaughter the village and left a shadow on him and hated him since then? It is possible.

Wen Xuan felt a little familiar from the first sight of him, but he still can't remember where he saw it.

"Oh." Wen Xuan sighed, and then he felt happy again. It was such a big surprise in the boring life. Wen Xuan felt that fate gave him a puzzle, and it was quite pleasing to the eye.

The boy arrived in Songyuan for more than a month, and his life was no different from the barren mountains. He just didn't have to cook, wash, farm, or tailor his clothes. He brought it to him. He practiced literature and martial arts every day, and ran all kinds of big and small circles. His life was very comfortable and comfortable. He just kept thinking about the little baby and wanted to go and see it.

On this day, the boy finally abandoned the gherkin clothes he sewn and wore the same style as the people around him who were sent by Wen Xuan. It was a sapphire blue outer robe with rolled silver silk edges, a snow-white wide belt with cloud patterns, and an equally white white and white jade pendant around his waist. His hair was combed neatly and tied with a jade crown.

After the female envoys in Songyuan packed up the boy's clothes, they stared at him in a daze, and their faces turned red for a while. They had only thought that the boy was handsome, but they didn't want to wear it and put it on, so handsome that it made people unable to take their eyes off their faces and make their heart beat. However, the boy seemed to be completely indifferent, just pulled his sleeves and held the jade crown, and seemed not to be used to such a dress.

Wen Xuan received the report and came to see the boy's clothes. He didn't feel secretly admiring. He originally thought that a handsome man who had been around the world for hundreds of years was the only one who was the one who had appeared in the world for hundreds of years, but he was really more angry than others. The boy wore a silk dress and a little more heroic in his eyes and a little more handsome than he had hidden but unreleased.

Wen Xuan walked into the room and said sourly, "You all go, why are you staying here? Do you want to be rude?" The female envoys all lowered their heads and went out with a smile. Wen Xuan wanted to pull the boy's sleeve, but was dodged.
Chapter completed!