"Yeah." The elder nodded, brushed his sleeves and left.

All the disciples of the Zhang family were relieved.

The atmosphere also became lively.

The disciples of the Zhang family talked about where to go, or visited a relative and old friend, and some called Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan is lazy, but she is easy and free, and has a good reputation among the clan.

What's more, he is still a golden elixir.

Zhang Lan thought about it and went with her.

After leaving the cave, everyone walked around in the nearby Xiaoyao City and saw the customs and scenery of the Xuezhou area.

The sight of prosperity is full of gold and jade, and it is really beautiful.

The children of the Zhang family were amazed.

Only Zhang Lan is the only one who has no mind and no thoughts.

While walking around, a disciple suddenly sighed:

"It's great to be a state-owned student, but unfortunately, I can't come here to study, and my parents don't let me."

"That's right, this time the Great Elder gave us a favor and took us to watch the ceremony. I'm going back this time and coming again next time. I don't know when it will be."

"Ganzhou is too far away, and you may never come..."

"What a pity..."

Zhang Lan, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but feel moved when he heard this, and couldn't help thinking: "Do you want to find an opportunity... to meet Mo Hua?"

This time I came to the state community to work in the school area was a coincidence.

After watching the sword contest, they were going back to Kanzhou. At that time, they were really far away and had never seen each other.

No one knows where the ink painting will go and whether we will meet again.

but……

Zhang Lan hesitated again.

He taught the way in Mo Hua. Logically, he should "avoid suspicion" at this time, otherwise he would be in great trouble if the elder noticed it.

What's more, Mo Hua is busy with sword contests now, so he shouldn't disturb him.

Besides, ink painting is no longer the same as before, and is already a genius who is highly anticipated, and may not remember who he is...

I don’t know where to find ink paintings...

Zhang Lan was worried and hesitant for a moment.

But just as hesitated, he remembered some of the feelings that the Great Elder often said.

The years of practice are long, separation is easy, but meeting is difficult.

A person's life is a life of causality and consequences. Many people have already met each other's last meeting in their lives without realizing it.

And this moment in front of him might be the only chance he can see Mo Hua again in his life.

Once you miss it, you will be one of your own parties in the future and may practice your own practice until your body dies and disappears.

Zhang Lan felt endless sadness in his heart.

He thought about it and said to the others: "You guys go and I'll go see a fellow Taoist."

The others were a little surprised, but didn't ask much, but nodded one after another, and some shouted "Brother Lan" and "Uncle Lan" and said:

"Go and come back early, be careful."

Zhang Lan nodded and said goodbye to everyone in the Zhang family.

He was going to find Mo Hua, but the problem was that he didn't know where Mo Hua was. After thinking for a while, he thought that since Mo Hua was a disciple of Taixu Sect, he must have returned to Taixu Sect after the sword contest.

"Taixu Gate..."

Zhang Lan hired a carriage, asked about the way, and headed towards Taixu Gate.

Xiaoyao Gate and Taixu Gate are both eight major gates, not far apart.

Moreover, there are special roads between the main corporations, with chariots and horses like dragons, and convenient travel.

After about half an hour, Zhang Lan arrived at Taixu City, then compared the map, walked through the city street, followed the stone steps, and reached the mountain gate of Taixu Gate.

But when I arrived at the mountain gate, I was stopped.

It was the sword contest meeting that Qianxuezhou was crowded with people, and monks from all walks of life were coming, and fish and dragons were mixed.

Once there are too many people, it is easy to cause trouble.

Therefore, most Qianxue sects will strictly control access and refuse all foreign visitors.

Without the sect order or the elder's letter, you can't enter the mountain gate at all.

Zhang Lan was stopped outside the door.

Of course, he is not alone, and some monks who want to enter the Taixu Sect to find relatives and friends, or to see the grand occasions of the sect are also refused to enter.

Someone said something to the disciple of Shoushan, saying which elder and guest official he knew, but it was useless.

This is a rule and cannot be explained.

Zhang Lan stood outside the mountain gate for a long time, but sighed helplessly.

It is difficult to force a person's encounter.

This may be destined by cause and effect.

The sky is getting darker, the sunset is setting, and the sunset is disappearing.

Zhang Lan's eyes were slightly dim, so he could only turn his head and walk down the mountain step by step along the long mountain road.

Step by step, stay away from Taixu Mountain.

...

And at this time, in Taixu Mountain.

After a day of sword competition, Mo Hua was walking towards his disciples with Situ and others, but as he walked, his heart suddenly jumped.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity surged into my heart.

The ink painting stopped.

Situ Jian asked, "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

Mo Hua shook his head, stretched out his palm, and counted his fingers, then said to Situ and the others:

"You guys go back first, I have something to do."

Situ Jian and Cheng Mo looked at each other.

Mo Hua waved his hand, and without waiting for Situ and the others to answer, he walked towards the mountain gate.

When we arrived at the mountain gate, there were many monks blocking the door, which was a little noisy.

Mo Hua stood on the high steps and looked into the distance and saw a little sad back gradually fading away.

This back is covered in blue clothes, very familiar.

Mo Hua was stunned, and was a little unbelievable at the first time, then his eyes became brighter and brighter, and a bright smile appeared on his face, and he shouted excitedly:

"Uncle Zhang!"

This crisp shout passed over the high steps and reached the foot of the mountain, and also reached Zhang Lan who was going down the mountain.

Zhang Lan was stunned, turned around slowly, and looked back, and saw that Taixu Mountain was vast, clouds were surrounded by mist, and the fairy spirit was floating.

The mountain gate is vast and the mountain terrace is quaint.

At the end of the mountain platform, a beautiful young man was waving to him with a happy look on his face.

It was already dusk and the sun was drooping.

But the boy's eyes were as bright as stars, and his smile was as clear as the rising sun.

Compared with the child he remembered, it seemed to have changed a lot, but it seemed that nothing had changed.

A warm current flows from the heart.

The joy of meeting is like a sweet rain after rain, growing in my heart.

Zhang Lan couldn't help but smile, her eyes were free and emotional:
Chapter completed!