I don’t know how long it took for Brother Zhengchuan to leave the mountain gate.

I don’t know when the master chose to leave and went to the legendary sealed place.

Just standing in front of the huge mountain gate, looking at the still blurry inscription of the mountain gate, the huge claw prints were still there, and I remembered the past when I first entered the mountain gate that night.

I told my master that one day I will engrave the name of the mountain gate again in person.

And can he return to see this day?

The snow covered the dead grass. But for such a period of time, no one took care of the mountain gate, and it showed a bit of desolation and decay. The three of them used to be warm. Is the mountain gate a little lonely now?

At this point, all the problems seem to be no longer difficult, and what remains is just an unexplained feeling.

After entering the mountain gate, even if I left the range of the mountain protection formation, I pulled out the dead grass step by step. Brother Zhengchuan followed me silently, and did the same thing.

The two of them remained silent, and they must have been thinking the same.

On a staircase, Brother Zhengchuan and I walked for nearly an hour. The dead grass was piled up on both sides of the staircase in piles. Above the snow were our deep and shallow footprints.

We did not look back, but walked towards the familiar hall.

The courtyard in front of the hall is like the staircase, and the snow overnight has not completely covered these vegetation to the point where the taste of change of things is even more common.

I rolled up my sleeves and Brother Masahiro took off his heavy coat.

We walked towards the woodshed with tacit understanding and smiled tacitly for those years. The most annoying thing was the so-called mountain gate cleaning. The old man, the master, was unwilling to help, and Brother Zhengchuan and I, all day, may not be able to finish cleaning up the huge mountain gate.

Now, we can't wait to do this.

Just for this, this is the mountain gate in my memory.

Weeding, cleaning, mopping, and wiping. I have already had a tacit understanding between Brother Zhengchuan and I that others cannot reach. It is orderly, and time passes by in a hurry.

‘Dongdongdong’ is the sound of Brother Zhengchuan and I wiping back and forth the wooden corridor before the hall. During every major cleaning, the wooden corridor is often the last place we clean.

Just because the master, who often sat here for a long time, was in the way, and Brother Zhengchuan and I were too lazy to talk, so we simply put the wooden corridor to clean it.

And this habit has naturally been preserved to this day.

"Well, I'm so tired." After wiping the last time, I finally threw away the towel on my hand and lay on the wooden corridor.

"Haha, yes." Brother Masakawa also made the same move and lay beside me.

Even when I was in good health, I would be so tired that my back was sore and my back hurt. What’s more, today, are both injured people? It’s just the feeling that was not cold in my heart.

The dim oil lamp in the hall was lit up again, and the early cured meat was still hung in the kitchen. It would not break if it was left for a few years.

After a busy life, Brother Zhengchuan prepared two dishes and took out most of the pot of wine hidden under the stove. After the master left, no one would drink it anymore.

What my master may not have expected was that after these years, Brother Zhengchuan and I have become wine lovers inexplicably.

The food was placed on the corridor, and there was a pot of old wine from my master. As soon as I sat down, Brother Zhengchuan suddenly smiled and handed a brown jar to my eyes, saying, "Do you know what this is?"

"What?" I couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick dish and put it in. The most familiar taste, Brother Zhengchuan's craftsmanship, and the memory of the mountain gate. It's delicious!

"Oh no soybeans." Brother Zhengchuan smiled and opened the lid and pushed the soybeans in the jar into the plate. This was also his master's favorite. He left, but he didn't expect that time would keep the things he loved the most.

The wine enters the throat and is the master’s favorite corn wine (corn wine), sweet and cold.

With the heavy taste of soybeans, I understood at this moment why Master loves these two things the most.

I just looked around the corridor in habitually, but there was no lazy figure of this old man? When I was drunk, I shouted and roared with Qin Opera and hustled the lonely night of the mountain gate?

"It's time, Zhengling! So many things have accumulated together, it's time." Just as I was thinking about my master, Brother Zhengchuan took a glass of wine and suddenly said this to me.

I was still immersed in my own emotions and didn't react. Moreover, what Brother Masahiro said was too unforgettable. When was the time?

So, when Brother Zhengchuan finished speaking, I just stared at Brother Zhengchuan blankly.

In my memory, Brother Masahiro always seems to be the same, that is, he is lazy no matter when and where he is, he rarely has serious moments, and even when he is serious, he still has a feeling of calmness.

This seems to be his innate temperament. Just like when I met him a few days ago, he could not hide his indifference.

I have never seen his expression today. After saying that, there was a burning light in his eyes, but his whole body seemed to be carrying a mountain of burdens.

It was time, as if it was not my business, but rather it was the most important thing in his life.

"Brother Zhengchuan, what is the time?" I couldn't help but speak carefully. Brother Zhengchuan is so abnormal and even unfamiliar. I had to test it like this, and even forgot to drink the wine held in the air.

Brother Zhengchuan withdrew his gaze looking at me and looked at the dark distant mountains below the mountain, but the gaze was still shining.

"This is the most important thing that the master has passed down! In fact, the master wanted to complete it himself, but he had no time and according to the reserved plan, he shouldn't have been so early. But fate," said Brother Zhengchuan, and was silent again.

He grabbed the master's wine pot, drank two sips of wine, then slapped his mouth and said to me as if he was determined: "San Lao, come with me."

After saying that, he walked towards the hall with my confusion and followed Brother Zhengchuan. Brother Zhengchuan took a lamp in the hall and took me through the dim hall, and came to the wing room where we lived behind the hall.

Because there is no light, the corridor running through the wing room is even darker, and the only lighting is the oil lamp in Brother Zhengchuan's hand.

It could only illuminate the distance between me and Brother Zhengchuan, but it was still a little blurry. If it weren't for me, I was extremely familiar with this place, and I'd probably have to hit the wall even when I walked.

I thought Brother Zhengchuan was going to take me to his room, but I didn't expect him to take me all the way to his master's room.

I have been in the mountain gate for so many years, but in fact I rarely go to my master's room. In my memory, the most piled up in my room are those bottles and jars. I was afraid that I would break them if I was naughty. If it were not necessary, he would not let me go to his room.

When I was a kid, I thought my master was stingy.

When I grew up, I realized that those bottles and jars were of great value. According to Master, they were really hope for the revival of the mountain gate.

However, when I was cleaning the room just now, I also went to the master's room to arrange something. It was no different from when he had not left before. The only difference was that the room was much empty and the bottles and jars were gone.

Even the large number of formation books that were once placed in it were only a few.

I don’t understand what happened to my master and Brother Zhengchuan when I was at the mountain gate or did he take away something when his master left? It shouldn’t be that I called Brother Zhengchuan to ask, but Brother Zhengchuan just perfunctorily said that he would talk about it after cleaning.

At this time, Brother Zhengchuan brought me into his master's room again and said it was time. What did it mean?

While I was thinking about it, Brother Zhengchuan had already pushed open the door of his master's room and took me into his room. He put down the oil lamp and went to the bookshelf. With the light of the oil lamp, I could still see the four big words written by his master at a glance, hanging in the middle of the room - tranquility and far-reaching.

Under the big words of the banner, I walked over to Master’s desk and pushed open the window between the banner and the desk. A cold wind blew, and in the blur, you could see a continuous cliff line in the distance.

I just don’t know if it’s the direction of Master’s departure when he looks out from here? Is it the mysterious sealed place at that end!

"Last brother, take the pen of the array pattern on the table, and by the way, there is also the box of 'array ink' I adjusted before (the specially processed ink required for drawing arrays)." At this time, Brother Masahiro's voice suddenly came into my ears.

I suddenly realized it, and didn't care about thinking. I quickly took the pen and the box of array ink. When did Brother Zhengchuan prepare it?

When I walked over, Brother Zhengchuan was already standing behind the bookshelf, and he had moved the bookshelf away at some point.

There were some scattered array patterns on the wall behind the bookshelf, like decorative patterns. Brother Zhengchuan held up the oil lamp and was looking at these array patterns.
Chapter completed!