Xiaoyao sat outside the temple and waited for the cultivation. From noon to evening, he drank all his wine, raised his wine pot and shook it. Xiaoyao shook his head helplessly, and a group of black crows flew over the sky and landed on the branches not far away. Xiaoyao looked at the group of black and unpleasant birds. In the evening, the evening here is gentle and more water-climbing style, but Xiaoyao, who is not very interested, still likes the desert.

Not far away, a figure slowly went up the mountain. Xiaoyao glanced at the man, dressed in tattered clothes, wet, and his hair was a little scattered. Although he was very tall, he was already a little hunched. Xiaoyao glanced at the man and continued to look down and wait.

The ragged man also glanced at Xiaoyao. He used the fan in his hand to dust off the mud on his body, and pushed away the messy hair covering his forehead. When he was cleaning up, he heard the door open and a little monk opened the door, "Uncle Daoji, you are back, it's really on time, and it's time." Seeing that he was very kind, the little monk naturally narrowed his eyes into a slit and smiled.

"Yes, look at my muddy body." Xiu Yuan said ashamedly as he dusted the soil he began to kill.

"What's going on?"

"Here you go down the river," Xiuyuan didn't say much. In fact, a child fell into the water. Xiuyuan went down to save him and made himself like this.

"Come in quickly, don't catch a cold." The little monk wanted to pull Xiuyuan in.

However, Daoji, these two words suddenly pulled Xiaoyao's attention. He stood up and looked at the sloppy monk in surprise. He had hair and was wearing such a ragged clothes. This is what Li Xiuyuan mentioned to his parents?

How could the gap be so big? Xiaoyao still couldn't believe this fact. He looked at Xiuyuan and stood there for a while.

I noticed that someone looked at me. Xiu Yuan turned around and saw a big man standing under the tree against the light, staring at him motionlessly. Xiu Yuan smiled. Although he was backlit, the sea blue eyes that could be seen in the night were really rare.

He smiled. When Xiaoyao saw his smile, he walked towards him step by step until the two of them were only two steps away. Xiaoyao was very high, nearly half a head higher than Xiuyuan. He still looked straight as Xiuyuan looked.

Xiu Yuan smiled slightly and looked at him, "Are you looking for me?"

"May I ask, are you Li Xiuyuan?" Xiaoyao seemed to be a little confused, and his beautiful eyes were staring at Xiuyuan dumbly.

Xiu Yuan was slightly stunned. No one had called him this name for many years. He then looked at the man carefully, "That is my name in the family. No one has called me that for a long time. You are—"

Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, and his beautiful blue eyes suddenly burst out with an extremely brilliant light, "It's really you, it's great, I'm Xiaoyao--Well, I'm the child of Yi Langri and Qi Haoyue."

Xiuyuan's eyes also lit up.

Langri and Haoyue, such a strange and extremely familiar name, have been more than eighteen years since they left.

Xiuyuan's eyes couldn't help but feel the color of the past. He looked at this tall and handsome man, no wonder he had such beautiful sea blue eyes, which turned out to be derived from his mother's true teachings.

"You are the child of Brother Langri and Haoyue," Xiuyuan couldn't hide his excitement, "Come in quickly."

Xiaoyao followed Xiuyuan into this quiet temple in the east. He watched strangely all the way. Xiuyuan was ahead of him until the two of them returned to Xiuyuan's meditation room. As soon as they opened the door, a nice-smelling sandalwood came to their faces. Xiaoyao couldn't help but close his eyes and took a deep breath, "It smells so good."

Xiuyuan looked back at him and smiled, "Like your father, he is obsessed with spices. This sandalwood is just an ordinary fragrance in Buddhism."

"But it smells good, it smells really good," Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes and smiled. He looked at this simple and simple Zen room. Unlike Xiuyuan's clothes, it was obviously much cleaner here.

At this time, another master walked in. It was Kong Jing. After seventeen years, he also had traces of time with his once tender face. He looked at Xiuyuan, "Senior Brother, I heard that you fell into the water and came over with clean clothes."

Xiu Yuan smiled and took the clean clothes in Kong Jing's hand as if he had obtained a treasure. "It's really timely. This little guy was passing the message very quickly."

Kong Jing helped Xiuyuan change the dirty clothes on his body, and the young monk who opened the door had already brought in hot water at this time, "I'm just talking fast. I'm afraid, uncle, you catch a cold. Then the abbot should blame me."

"People mouth." Xiu Yuan shook his head. All this was so peaceful and let nature go. Xiaoyao on the side was so obsessed with seeing it. He understood in an instant that in the past eighteen years, a person's appearance could change and his demeanor would change, but only the temperament described by his father. When he was strange, he sounded like a gentle person, and the casualness he saw was actually him.

Xiuyuan changed his clothes and looked at Xiaoyao, "Oh by the way, Xiaoyao, have you had a meal?"

Xiaoyao shook his head, "I've had lunch-" He was about to say he was hungry, but suddenly he remembered that this was a temple, so how could he eat meat? Thinking of this, Xiaoyao's eyes instantly felt a little lonely. He touched his hair and looked at Xiuyuan with a smile, "But I'm not hungry."

After Kong Jing and the little monk left, Xiuyuan sat down loosely. He looked at Xiaoyao opposite him and said, "Sit down."

Xiaoyao then sat down. He looked at Xiuyuan's appearance and changed into clean clothes. As expected, it was very different from what he saw just now. Xiuyuan's face was still pretty, but as he was older, he still had the marks left by time.

"How are your parents?"

"Yeah, it's great," Xiaoyao nodded, and suddenly a rumbling sound of his stomach, which exposed Xiaoyao's pretending just now.

He scratched his head awkwardly, his face flushed a little. Xiuyuan suddenly laughed, "Look at me, we have to eat and chat, wait for me here." As Xiuyuan said that, Xiuyuan walked out. Before Xiaoyao could react, he could only look at Xiuyuan's back.

After a while, Xiuyuan came back with something hidden. He closed the door rigorously, then walked over and took out the fragrant food on the table.

Xiaoyao looked at him incredibly, it was clearly flesh.

Xiaoyao grew up in shock and Xiu Yuan smiled slightly, "You grew up in the Western Regions, so it's better to eat meat."

Xiaoyao still couldn't speak, and could only look at the fragrant meat.

"If you drink, I really don't have any ready-made ones. I have to go to the town tomorrow." Xiu Yuan shook his head, then started tearing off his muscles with his hands, tearing off a chicken leg and handing it to Xiaoyao, "Hey, you're so hungry, eat quickly."

Xiaoyao seemed to be hesitating, but when he saw the chicken, he was completely out of defense. He picked it up and started to have a feast.

Xiuyuan sucked his fingers and looked at Xiaoyao's eating scene, and began to laugh, "Only after eating, can you feel like home?"

Xiaoyao looked up at Xiuyuan gratefully while eating. Xiuyuan naturally took the look.
Chapter completed!