On the 18th day of the first lunar month, it is advisable to sacrifice, travel, make alliances, pick up, set up clothes, and hold accounts.

At the beginning of the Chen Dynasty, Murong Qianfan and the worshipper Lao Ke came to the courtyard of Banshan.

At this time, Zhao Hanyu had just walked out of the bedroom, gently brought the door, and stood there for a while.

Song Wanci and Roland stood in the yard, nodding slightly to Murong's servant.

Zhao Hanyu looked at everything in the yard with endless nostalgia and sighed.

He turned around and walked towards the four people in front of him. Murong and his servant, one old and two young people, except for Lao Ke carrying a simple bag, both of them were empty-handed.

He smiled slightly at the four people in front of him and said, "Let's go."

A group of five people walked through the woods and walked down the mountain.

After leaving the woods, the fork in the road and heading down to the left for seven or eight miles, we will reach the boundary of the inner gate, Jiejian Pavilion.

Li Zhe led his fellow disciples to gather here to see off his junior brother.

Turning a bend of the mountain, Zhao Hanyu saw the people waiting outside the pavilion ahead from afar.

He felt sad and rushed forward quickly, and stood there two or three steps away from the crowd. He bowed deeply and said, "Senior brothers, please take care of me! I am leaving today." Before he finished speaking, his voice was already choked.

Li Zhe took a step forward, stroked the top of his head, sighed and said, "Xiao Yu, take care of yourself all the way." After saying that, he felt even more sad.

Zhao Hanyu looked slowly with tears in his eyes, and his senior brothers looked reluctant on his face, especially Chen Bo and Zhang Xuyan, whose eyes were red.

He hugged the two of them tightly, and tears flowed down his face.

The little monkey in Zhang Xuyan's arms was extremely clever. He seemed to know that the boy in front of him was about to travel far away. Everyone was reluctant to leave, so he stretched out his little claws and gently wiped off Zhao Hanyu's tears to express comfort, which made him burst into tears.

After the three of them were in a little stable mood, Miao Huanyue came over and patted Zhao Hanyu on the shoulder and said, "My junior brother, the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, be careful in everything."

Zhao Hanyu replied: "Thank you, Senior Brother Third, I will remember your words."

Wu Tianchu leaned over and reminded: "San Senior Brother, Master has let Xiao Yu escape from the wall. He is no longer an inner disciple. In the future, we can no longer call him brothers."

Before Zhao Hanyu answered, Miao Huanyue's face turned cold and scolded: "Even if he is not in the Master's Sect, he has been classmates with you and me for more than ten years, studying under the same roof and practicing swords on the same cliff! The Master has not driven him out of the Master's Sect, and he will always be my junior brother!"

Wu Tianchu lowered his head and dared not speak.

Miao Huanyue glanced at Wu Tianchui and said, "I don't care about what others do. If someone dares to bully him in the capital, I will go down the mountain to help him fight."

Everyone nodded slightly when they heard this.

A warm feeling flowed through Zhao Hanyu's chest and he smiled and said, "Thank you, Third Senior Brother."

Then he took out a thin book from his arms and handed it to Miao Huanyue, saying, "San Senior Brother, during your retreat, I have figured out some serial sword moves, totaling 371 moves, including footwork, direction, true energy running route, etc., all recorded here. Please refer to it for details."

Miao Huanyue took the book with both hands and her eyes lit up.

Liang Ping and Zhang Xuyan were anxious and both said that Zhao Hanyu was biased.

Liang Ping said: "Junior brother, let me learn about your sword moves, otherwise the gap with the third brother will grow bigger and bigger." He was quite dissatisfied.

"That's right, who would dare to test the sword with him if this continues?" Zhang Xuyan still resented the "humiliation of taking off his clothes" and was indignant.

Zhao Hanyu smiled and said, "My sword move is only suitable for the third senior brother to study. Only he is born with a sword heart and has deep patience. He spent more than half a month in seclusion and thought hard about the last sword move, and even missed the New Year's turn. If he gave this book to the other senior brothers, he would probably scold me to death in his heart if he didn't see it for half a day."

Everyone thought silently that this is true.

Miao Huanyue clasped her fists with her hands, and said with a solemn expression: "My junior brother, you will practice Tianxuan in the future. I look forward to a formal exchange with you for my brother."

Zhao Hanyu nodded and said, "Okay."

"Xiao Yu, it's not too late, it's time to go on the road." Song Wanci's gentle voice came from behind.

Zhao Hanyu was stunned and his expression dimmed.

Master and servant Murong had already quietly walked to the road ahead to wait.

At this time, Roland walked out from behind Song Wanci, his eyes red, and he looked at him timidly.

Zhao Hanyu forced a smile and said to Roland: "Little Junior Sister, what do you have to say to me?"

Roland sobbed, unable to say a word, and then shed two lines of clear tears, the pear blossoms were raining, and she looked so pitiful.

Zhao Hanyu gently wiped away her tears and said with a smile: "Young junior sister, be good, don't cry, if you cry, you won't be beautiful."

Roland nodded heavily, "Yes."

She calmed down and said in a trembling voice: "Young senior brother went down the mountain today, but I can't give it to you. I learned a song a few days ago, called "Farewell". Today, my sister played this song to give it to my senior brother, hoping that my senior brother would go smoothly and safely to arrive in Beijing."

Zhao Hanyu felt warm in his heart, held Roland's little face in both hands, and said with a smile: "Thank you, junior sister, senior brother likes it very much."

Roland pulled out the flute that was tied to his waist, and after a brief sound, he started playing it.

The sound of the cold is sad, and the sorrow of separation is hard to break.

Zhao Hanyu bowed deeply to everyone again, endured the tears of parting, turned around and stepped down the mountain.

Everyone couldn't help but raise their hands and waved them gently, looking at the gradually fading back, silently blessing the junior brother in their hearts.

Roland's voice became louder and louder.

At this time, her soul was already very strong, and the "****" was at the same time. Xiao Qu's sadness became stronger and stronger, and the bitterness in everyone's heart became more and more uncontrollable.

With the sad melody, Li Zhe sighed softly: "Don't worry about having no friends in the future, no one in the world knows you."

......

Zhao Hanyu led the two out of Jiejian Pavilion and stopped two miles away.

He silently recited the mantra, and a crack that had just reached one person's entry and exit appeared in front of him, and it turned out that he had arrived before the sect protection formation.

Murong's servant was in front of him, and then he passed by. The three of them walked out of the time when they could only take a breath, and the crack disappeared again, which was very magical.

At this time, Roland's sound of Xiao was suddenly much smaller, as thin as a gossip and inaudible.

Zhao Hanyu turned his head and looked into the mountains, and saw clouds and mist everywhere, and he could no longer see the scenery in the mountains.

The Great Protective Sect Array is like an invisible wall, which isolates the inside and outside of the mountain.

He turned his head and sighed a long time.

After a while, Murong Qianfan reminded: "Let's go. There are still thousands of miles to the capital, and your master is still waiting for you."

Zhao Hanyu nodded, looked to the northeast and said, "Let's go. I'll be back one day."

The second child is on the road with heavy and unbearable steps.

Roland's voice gradually rose higher and higher, and suddenly turned back to the low, getting lower and lower until it could no longer be heard.

The lingering sound is lingering, and the sorrow is not over.

Everyone seemed to be fooled.

"Ah~! Third Senior Brother, are you crying?!" Wu Tianchu screamed strangely.

Everyone was surprised and looked over.

Miao Huanyue's expression was wooden, and two lines of clear tears were hanging on her cheeks.

Chen Bo and Zhang Xuyan looked at each other;

Liang Ping ignored it;

Roland was a little helpless;

Li Zhe sighed lightly;

Wu Tianchu danced with his hands and looked gloating;

Song Wanci looked at the foot of the mountain quietly and was speechless.

Miao Huanyue wiped away the tears on her face, sighed, and said, "My junior sister is talented and has good teachings, making her soul so powerful. The Xiao Qu played can actually disturb my sword heart. I admire it, admire it."

Roland quickly thanked him, and felt a little satisfied.

"The fourth junior brother is determined and not confused by external causes. He is ashamed of himself for his brother." Miao Huanyue continued.

When Wu Tianchu heard that it was wrong, he planned to say a few modest words and prepare to retreat.

Miao Huanyue's tone was slightly higher and she said, "I'm so tired that the fourth junior brother accompanied me back to the cave. You practice hammers and I meditate until everything stops." After saying that, he stretched out his right arm and grabbed Wu Tianchu firmly.

Then he said softly to Roland: "Please go back with your brother, and play Xiao songs with all your true energy to help you get rid of the inner demons. The sword heart is uneasy, and Xiao sounds are unstoppable." With a grab with his left hand, Roland also fell into the "clip of the demons".

Miao Huanyue pulled the two of them and walked towards Yanxia Peak.

"You save me! I won't practice hammering!" Wu Tianchu shouted heartbrokenly.

"Senior sister, save me!" Luo Lan lost her appearance.

Liang Ping turned a blind eye and went straight down the mountain.

Zhang Xuyan and Chen Bo whispered to each other and slowly left.

Li Zhesong Wanci and the other two were both unreasonable.

The sound gradually faded away...

On the side of Jiejian Pavilion, only Li and Song were left.

"Senior brother, you go back first. I'll look at the direction of Xiao Yu's departure." Song Wanci said softly.
To be continued...