Master, something is wrong with you.

When Su Ran heard this voice, he thought he was hallucinating.

However, when he thought about his current cultivation, how could he hallucinate!

So, all of a sudden, Su Ran's body tensed up, and a trace of astonishment emerged.

Looking at Su Ran's body that did not turn around but was slightly trembling, the cold female voice like a silver bell continued.

"I didn't expect that you have surpassed the spirit transformation and advanced to the tribulation. I haven't been by your side for these years. Are you... doing well?"

After many years, hearing this voice again, even though he is the real number one in the South Territory and even the North Spirit Territory, Su Ran still feels a little sour in the tip of his nose.

He turned around slowly, with a deep longing in his eyes.

"Master!"

These two words revealed the identity of the person who came, the master of Piaomiao Peak, Su Ran's master, the Lingxiao Sect's Purple Mansion True Person, who went out of the sect to look for his apprentice because of his disappearance, Ji Wanyue!

However, after all these years, Ji Wanyue is obviously not a purple mansion anymore. Su Ran glanced and found that the master's realm was already the early stage of transformation!

Although that's what he said, facing Wen Lun's embrace without using any spiritual power, if Ji Wanyue wanted to avoid it, there were at least a hundred ways.

"Master, where did your injury come from?!"

"Su Ran, he will tell you where he went during those years."

After all, it was a long experience, and it really takes time to tell.

Traitor... Wen Lun!

!

"That fluctuation... is it from Huangquan Valley?"

Ji Wanyue thought about it seriously and said, "But Master knows if he is alive."

"Your tribulation is the same as ours." Seeing Su Ran's pleading look, Lingli smiled and said, "Besides, who taught you? The number of tribulations is completely in the words."

"Wen Lun, in fact, he has hated you for a long time, right?"

Didn't answer the question immediately? Ji Wanyue's eyes fell on Lingli's face, as if he wanted to see all the changes in Lingli over the years, without missing any point.

But missing... always needs an outlet for venting, a carrier for carrying.

"Because, if his traitorous disciple dies, the master will... feel pain."

"The person who told you said that you can't write a person's name on a piece of paper and then fold it into a thousand paper cranes. As long as you fold 4,444 paper cranes, the person being called will appear behind his eyes."

"Wen Lun, he... must be really folded, right?"

Being able to see his traitorous disciple again is not the least fortunate thing for the master. Ji Wanyue sighed in her heart,

"His traitorous disciple... what is he doing?"

At this time, the spiritual power still held Wen Lun's hand, and did not let go.

And under each paper crane, you can see seven neat and beautiful characters.

Missing is like the wind, but the mountain wind blows again and again, and it has not blown away Ji Wanyue's longing for all those years.

Rebel spiritual power.

And, after a careful investigation, Su Ran found that the master was actually injured!

"In fact, you have already discovered that the way he looks at you seems to be too right. Su Ran, just confess."

You should...really be breaking that thing day after day, right? !

Then, he smiled calmly: "It's in the way."

Take two steps back and go around to Ji Wanyue's back. Wen Lun stretched out his hand and grabbed Su Ran's white wrist in his hand, and a master's input retreated.

But for this matter, the two of them seemed to have forgotten it, and no one mentioned it.

The eyes suddenly heated up, and the spirit said: "The Yellow Spring Valley in the Southern Ming Realm...Su Ran, after today, you will go to the Southern Ming Realm."

"Su Ran, in those years, he thought, what if you died?"

"His traitor asked a question about whether the little rebellion is the way...why would he ask that?"

Although his face remained the same, the tiredness on his body could not be concealed in any way.

For you, being able to meet Wen Lun again is not a great joy.

Thousands of paper cranes were filled with Master, floating quietly around, and in the middle of the paper cranes, a handsome man with a tired body was telling the longing for him over the years with a serious face.

Ji Wanyue whispered loudly: "You are his master."

Ji Wanyue was only slightly surprised by Lingli's actions, but she glanced at the young man's unseen traitor twice, and did not agree, letting me do it.

Following Su Ran's finger, Wen Lun saw that you... were pointing at the location of his heart.

Hearing that, Lingli laughed dumbly. That kind of rumors with a sense of reason can only deceive these ignorant and innocent people.

Then it can also be done? !

Suddenly, countless paper cranes, like fireflies in the sky, suddenly appeared around the two of them, each of them was lifelike, as if they were about to spread their wings and fly.

The rumor of 4,444 paper cranes, perhaps Ji Wanyue knew it was false.

Missing you is like rain, but even if it is a downpour, it can't wash away the missing in my heart. Instead, it becomes stronger with the passage of time.

"Are you lying?" Ji Wanyue's eyes became more suspicious.

Su Ran pursed his lips, and his expression became serious in an instant, with a kind of irritability hidden in it.

...

"Don't go."

Ji Wanyue raised her head, her eyes stopped under my face for a long time, and said softly: "Since he is not interested in listening, I will talk to him."

Lingli's knowledge is naturally incomparable to that of the past. In a moment, he found out where Ji Wanyue's injury came from.

"Su Ran, are those things all fake?"

The words were simple, but the emotion it brought to Lingli was even greater.

"Is there anything wrong?" Wen Lunming tilted his head slightly, and then took out the storage bag that had been replaced, and his hands trembled.

Although Su Ran's brain was too bad, he should also be able to make that kind of trick.

"That question... I've thought about it."

It's not the smallest blessing that he can come back, so what can that little injury count for?

Master hasn't returned to the sect for many years. He just came back with injuries on his body. As a disciple, how can I bear it?

Traitor Wen Lun.

While muttering loudly, he leaned his delicate head heavily on Lingli's shoulder and absorbed the breath of the traitor.

When one person dies, the other person's heart will ache...

But... did you hide?

Seeing Su Ran's confused look, Wen Lun had a premonition that something was not going to happen.

Ji Wanyue shook her head, her expression pleading: "There is no one in Huangquan Valley who has passed the Tribulation Realm. Although Daran has passed the Tribulation Realm, his foundation is still a little weak."

Unable to control the overflowing emotions in her heart, Lingli suddenly reached out and hugged Ji Wanyue in her arms.

...

That said, more than an hour or two passed.

"...Master agrees to answer that question!" Thousands of paper cranes, like a carrier of countless days and nights of longing, appeared in front of Lingli's eyes in the wind between the mountains.