Jinghua Lujun sat at a wooden table not far away, looking at the incense burner on the table, and slowly said, "Actually, I don't know much about my uncle. In my impression, she has rarely been involved in the world and spends most of her time practicing behind closed doors. Like my master, the only difference is that my master likes to go down the mountain to travel, so she accepted many disciples, but she has never accepted disciples in her life and has no successors."

"Then have any strange stories or shocking actions in her life?" Chu Xunyu asked in an interjection.

"It shouldn't be, at least not in my impression." Jinghua Lujun smiled and shook her head, "I was very young at that time. I guess I didn't know even if I had it. In my memory, she could be considered a big deal. She was occasionally sent out by her master to travel. She had rescued many plague-affected villagers in a remote mountain village in Shanxi. I'm afraid it would be a big deal for her."

"So." Chu Xunyu nodded, "What about the noble family? She has never had anything in the noble family?"

"No, Uncle Master has always been a little talkative, and in my impression, he had an argument."

"Oh? What's going on? Is it convenient for me to talk about it?" Mu Yuan's eyes rolled and his interest suddenly increased.

"Haha, this is nothing, it's not a secret matter, it's just for a little bit of daily trivial matters." Jinghua Lujun slowly recalled that year.

At that time, Liu Quanyujun was an orphan who was taken into the mountain gate since childhood. She was not good at speaking all her life. Although she had good qualifications in her practice, she was extremely low-key when it comes to dating others. She had neither got married nor had children nor had she accepted disciples. She could be considered a friend in her life, that is, a few senior sisters.

Most people will explain their affairs after going through the heavenly tribulation, and then ascend to the sky with respect in the eyes of admiration and worshipping thousands of people, leaving endless legends for future generations. However, after going through the heavenly tribulation, Liu Quanyujun did not rush to ascend, but instead delayed in the master's sect for a long time. Why? It turns out that Liu Quanyujun is a person who is extremely nostalgic in his heart. Many people are like this. Although they are usually taciturn, they are actually very dependent on old feelings in their hearts.

Liu Quanyujun stayed in the master's sect for a long time, sat quietly by the stream where she played as a child, went to her senior sister's boudoir to have tea, and so on, even she stayed in the kitchen of the low-level disciple for a long time. She was reluctant to leave every tree and grass in the master's sect. She often looked at it silently for a whole day, and her eyes were filled with memories of the past and infinite tenderness.

The head and the elders looked at Yu Xin and told her why not find a disciple who passed on his own, or marry a husband of a good-looking man, and then give birth to a child. At least he had a successor to the robe and bowl. However, Liu Quanyujun shook his head and refused and refused for various reasons. Until one day, the head insisted on asking her to find a disciple, and even scolded him loudly. Liu Quanyujun was also expressed his temper, and the two had a big fight, and soon, Liu Quanyujun flew into the sky.

This is probably the only story of her life in the sect. After saying all this, Jinghua Lujun asked the three of them with a smile, if they had reached any conclusions.

The three of them all had a very helpless expression when they heard this. How could such an old thing be helpful? Jinghua Lujun was not anxious. He smiled at the three of them for a while and then took the initiative to say, "Let's do this, you two friends go to the former residence of the uncle back then to see. Anyway, it's still early and the room is empty, so it's okay for you to go, maybe you can think of something."

"Well, okay, since that's the case, I'll thank you for your senior." Chu Xunyu nodded and stood up to salute. After saying that, he stood up with Mu Yuan and walked out, leaving Wang Chen and Jinghua Lujun at the table without moving.

"Huh? Senior, why don't you leave?" Mu Yuan asked strangely without hesitating to visit Wan Chen.

"Let's go, there are so many things, let's go." Chu Xunyu shook his head helplessly, pulled him away, and at the same time sighed that Mu Yuan was really a elm-headed person, not ventilated. On the contrary, he let out a big blush on the spot.

Not long after leaving, a Taoist boy took them to Liu Quanyujun's former residence, which was a two-story wooden building in a separate courtyard. The Taoist boy led the way here and turned around and left. Chu Xunyu and Mu Yuan pushed the door open and looked around, and felt that it was very simple and elegant, with an extraordinary style.

I went up the second floor and came to the living room. A ray of sunlight spread into the room. The bookshelf was empty. I guess I had already cleaned up the people in the door, leaving only some basic furniture, telling the sadness of parting.

"Huh?" Mu Yuan was slightly surprised. Looking at the table beside him, there was a Tang Sancai doll, picked it up and said with a smile, "I can't tell that this senior's life is quite tasteful. This is produced by Chang'an West Kiln, and the price is expensive in the world."

When Chu Xunyu heard Mu Yuan say this, he looked back curiously, but he quickly turned his eyes up and stared at the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.

When Mu Yuan saw Chu Xunyu looking up, he raised his head curiously and couldn't help but smile: "Wild Doctor, what are you looking at? Isn't this just a word? Even I know that this is one of Li Qingzhao's "Linjiangxian". It is an ordinary ritual. There is no fluctuation of spiritual energy. The whole article is filled with souvenirs. I sighed at the years. I guess she wrote it when she was leaving. How strange is it?"

The calligraphy and paintings on the wall are one word, which is indeed Li Qingzhao's "Linjiangxian". The lyrics are written like this:

How deep is the courtyard, the clouds, windows, fog pavilions are always covered,

The plum calyx of willow branches gradually becomes clear, and the spring returns to Moling trees,

The old man builds the city of Kang.

How many things are there to feel the moon and the wind? Now I am old and have nothing to do.

Who is more swearing about haggardness? It's meaningless to try the lights?

I don't feel in the mood to walk on the snow.

But Chu Xunyu raised his own question. He pointed to the characters and said, "Look, the whole text of this word is written in regular script. The font is beautiful, and it is indeed from a woman's pen, but only the four words "Garden", "Cloud Window", "Luyan Tiao", and "Treading the Snow" are written in cursive writing. I think Liu Quanyu must have some meaning."

"I have noticed this, but there is nothing strange around here. All the things of cultivators are taken away by the sect, leaving only these common things for future generations to admire. I don't think it's too important. Otherwise, how could future generations in the sect not pay attention?" Mu Yuan put down the Tang Sancai in his hand and walked over to look at the letter.

Chu Xunyu stepped forward and lowered his head without saying a word. After thinking for a while, he couldn't understand it. Seeing Tang Sancai who had just been put down by Mu Yuan on the table, he couldn't help but say wonderingly: "Huh? This doll should be a pair, why is there one missing?"

"Oh? What pair?" Mu Yuanqi said.

"Look." Chu Xunyu picked up the doll, "The pair of dolls are called 'Gums and squids'. One is playing the shiki, and the other is playing the shiki. Now the doll of the drums and squids is still there, but the other is gone."

"Hey, I thought you were going to say something. It was probably lost by later generations when cleaning."

"No." Chu Xunyu shook his head, pointed to the traces on the table and said, "The traces of items placed here are still new. I guess this item should be missing for only three days. I'll ask." After that, he went downstairs and walked out of the door, called the Taoist boy who had just now, and asked about this thing.

The little Taoist Tong said, "It's strange. It's obviously two, but they were the relics of the masters back then. They were placed here for future generations to pay homage. I saw it when I was cleaning the room two days ago, why did it disappear?"

"Who else has been here besides us?" Chu Xunyu asked.

"Look at what this senior brother, you said." The little Taoist boy smiled, "This is the former residence of the back mountain, for future generations to see. Everyone can come as long as they are willing. Who will remember these."

"That's it." Mu Yuan rushed out of the door from behind and interrupted, "Junior brother, let me ask you, have anyone been here in the past two or three days?"

"Yes." The little Taoist nodded, "Yesterday morning, a senior brother in white came. Because he was not like you acquaintances in the sect, I accompanied him throughout the journey. Only he had come in, probably he might have taken it."

"Oh?" Chu Xunyu said strangely, "Who is he? Do you know?"

"I don't know." The little Taoist shook his head, "But his cultivation is very advanced. He probably is like the two of them, and he is also in the Nascent Soul stage. He is also a little talkative. If he asks him, he is just vague and shirks his responsibilities. Oh, by the way, like this senior brother who carries a sword, he also has a jade pendant around his neck."

"Isn't this nonsense?" Mu Yuan curled his lips, "There are many people hanging jade pendants in the world, so who knows who he is."

"No!" Chu Xunyu suddenly remembered something, waved his hand and turned around and said in confusion, "I know who he is."

"who?"

"Muyuan, have you ever remembered the old friend we met in Xuzhou City?"

"Oh—" Mu Yuan suddenly realized, "It's what you said that night, want to give me a surprise old friend?"

"Yes, it should be him. He said before he left that he must find a reason for me."

Mu Yuan asked the little Taoist boy strangely: "Have this fellow Taoist in white ever done when he came in?"

"He?" the little Taoist boy thought for a while, "he came in and took a look, but he stayed in front of the word in the bedroom on the second floor for a while, then looked out the window and pondered for a long time, and finally woke up and left."

"Oh, so, thank you junior brother. We have no problems anymore. You can go." Chu Xunyu nodded.

"Well, the two senior brothers will do it themselves." The little Taoist boy turned around and left.

The two turned around and returned to the bedroom at the same time. They stood at the window and looked at the trees in the late autumn in the courtyard outside the window. After a long time, Mu Yuan asked softly: "How is it? What's there?"

"No, where are you?" Chu Xunyu also kept staring at the front and looked carefully.

"Neither I."

"..." Chu Xunyu was filled with anger. He turned around and took the doll on the table helplessly, pondered the calligraphy and paintings on the wall repeatedly, and suddenly woke up. He came to the window. He raised his left hand and a barrier flew out, covering the courtyard. He pinched the magic technique with his right hand, and the most basic Five Elements Taoist technique, and the word "water" method flew out and shot into the sky.

After a while, snowflakes fell from this small courtyard, sprinkling the yard. Chu Xunyu pointed to several of the trees: "Look, this is the 'willet' mentioned in the poem."

It turns out that willow trees usually grow by the lake and rarely grow in the mountains. However, there are a few short trees not far away, with wide branches and snowflakes falling on them. After they are frozen, they hang on them and drag down the branches. They feel like weeping willows, just like the foggy pine landscape in Liaodong.

"In this way, there are all courtyards, cloud windows, and willow branches." Mu Yuan nodded, "What's the point of walking on the snow?"

"Those who step on the snow are light but without traces. The purpose is that things are small, so you and I will observe carefully." Chu Xunyu and Mu Yuan opened their eyes wide and stared at the willow branches to watch.

After seeing it clearly, Mu Yuan suddenly shouted: "Look, step on the snow path." It turned out that there seemed to be a messy stone beside the willow branches, but after the snow fell, a winding path formed and penetrated into the back mountain. But then Mu Yuanqi said: "But this is too ordinary. Every winter, it snows here. Has no one noticed it?"

Chu Xunyu shook his head: "You don't know that it is cold in the north, and there must be snow in winter, and it is heavy snow. Looking at such a snow-taking path, as I expected, it disappeared in just a moment. It is estimated that few people will notice it, not to mention that such hints are not protected by mechanism formations. This is obviously contrary to common sense in the world of cultivation, and it is real and real, so people will not pay attention to it."

As expected, Chu Xunyu didn't expect, in just half a cup of tea, the so-called snow-straw covered by heavy snow without a trace. Chu Xunyu pinched the magic tricks and retracted the spell, and cast the spell to restore it to its original state.

"Okay," Mu Yuan nodded and picked up the doll on the table. "Let's go and see what old fairy pill is in this fairy gourd."
Chapter completed!