"Then, let's go back."

He shrank slightly, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

Mei Yun felt sad.

Without saying much, he gently pushed the four-wheeled cart down the hillside carefully and walked towards the Taoist temple.

these years.

The old Taoist became older and weaker due to the injuries he suffered that year, and in the end, he even reached the point where he could no longer walk.

In desperation.

Mei Yun had no choice but to stay by his side all the time, just like an old Taoist took care of him when he was a child, serving tea and water, taking care of daily life, and taking care of everything.

By the way.

I also built this four-wheeled car for Lao Dao.

Natural.

It was copied from the idea of ​​Master Li.

The sun sets in the west.

The master and apprentice came back after bathing in the afterglow, but they seemed to have their own thoughts and said nothing. The silent forest, with only the sound of wheels crunching over dead leaves, seemed a bit boring and monotonous.

"stop."

When he reached a towering tree that towered into the clouds, which could not be surrounded by a few people, the old Taoist suddenly spoke, causing Mei Yun to stop.

"Remember?"

The old Taoist looked at the old tree with its bark full of scars, and said absentmindedly: "When my teacher picked you up, this tree was not as thick as your waist, but now..."

"well."

Speaking of which.

He sighed softly and said quietly: "Flowers will bloom again, people will never be young again, good luck... It's hard for you to stay with me, a bad old man, for so many years."

Mei Yun's nose is sore.

I almost cried on the spot.

Once a person starts to recall certain things in the past, he or she is... really old.

"I know."
Chapter completed!