"Don't leave."

"What?"

Qin Moyu just lowered his head to eat the meat and didn't hear what the old Taoist said. He raised his head and looked at him doubtfully.

The old Taoist priest did not answer him, but put the wine bottle upside down on the table, leaving only a bowl of wine in his hand.

He put the bowl in front of Qin Moyu and said, "Try it."

Qin Moyu took a sip. The wine that smelled sweet turned out to be spicy when he drank it. The smell of the punch made his face wrinkle up. He didn't understand why the old Taoist priest could drink it without changing his expression.

After drinking it for a while, a flush appeared on Qin Moyu's face. He tried hard to suppress the smell and said with a bitter smile: "Master, your wine is too strong."

"What kind of strong drink is this? I really don't know how to appreciate it." The old Taoist priest was unhappy. He took the bowl back and drank it in one gulp in front of Qin Moyu.

Qin Moyu knew that the old Taoist loved to drink and make wine. Several jars of the wine he brewed were buried under the grape trellis in the yard, waiting to be drunk next spring.

"Yes, yes, I know you are the most powerful, master." Qin Moyu took a piece of meat to the old Taoist priest and said, "Don't just drink wine, eat some food."

The old Taoist priest hummed and started eating slowly.

The two of them didn't speak anymore, they just concentrated on eating.

After swallowing the last bite of the meat, Qin Moyu smacked his lips as he thought about it, and couldn't help but admire: "Master, I haven't seen you for a few months, and the food you cook is getting more and more delicious."

"That's for sure." The old Taoist priest raised his eyebrows and said, "There are many things you don't know. I'll show you tomorrow."

Qin Moyu heard this but smiled without saying a word. He held his face with one hand and observed the old Taoist priest seriously for the first time.

His gray hair and beard were long and neatly combed, and his eyes on his face full of grooves were astonishingly bright, without any turbidity at all. Even the mole in the corner of his eye was exactly the same as in his memory.

What a resemblance——

Qin Moyu was slightly absent-minded. Whether it was his appearance or his words and deeds, he was no different from his master.

The old Taoist priest felt uncomfortable being stared at by Qin Moyu like this. After finishing the meal with a straight face, he rushed Qin Moyu back to his room.

Qin Moyu didn't say anything, he just returned to the room and took out the wooden slip again.

Entering the spiritual energy again, text slowly appeared in the place that was originally blank.

Qin Moyu knew it well.

A good night's sleep, no worries or disturbances.

Qin Moyu got up early that day and was busy watering the vegetable fields and vineyards. When he finished everything, the old Taoist priest happened to wake up.

The old Taoist priest still wore the tattered Taoist robe and yawned as he walked out of the room, only to find Qin Moyu walking towards the door.

"What are you doing so early in the morning?" The old Taoist priest walked over quickly. Qin Moyu pointed at the plaque. He patted his head and said with a look of realization, "I forgot about it. Go to my room and take out the new one." Well, this tattered display doesn’t look good.”

With that said, he was about to take down the plaque.

As soon as his skinny hand touched the plaque, Qin Moyu stretched out his hand to hold him down.

He said softly:

"No, I'm leaving."

The old Taoist priest raised his brows and said, "What's the matter? Do you dislike the sect being broken? Or do you think my food is unpalatable and you are anxious to leave after just one day back? Go, go, I think you just deserve a beating. I just finished the plaque." Yes, it would be a waste not to put it up!"

"not me……"

Before Qin Moyu finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old Taoist priest: "Is the sect bad? Or do you think you dislike me, old man!"

The old Taoist priest raised his head and questioned him. Only then did Qin Moyu realize that he was taller than the old Taoist priest and could see the reluctance hidden behind his stubbornness so clearly.

"No." Qin Moyu let go of the old Taoist priest's hand and said with a smile, "I will never dislike Master."

——It’s like Master has never disliked me.

"Then why are you leaving!" The old Taoist priest's eyes widened and he said viciously.

"Because you are not the master." Qin Moyu said, but his eyes were gentle.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

After a while, the old Taoist priest said with a puzzled face: "What nonsense are you talking about? I am just me, can it be fake? If you don't believe me, pinch me and see if it's true."

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest really stretched out his head, looking indifferent.

Qin Moyu really reached out and pinched the old Taoist priest's face.

To be precise, he pinched both sides of his face and pulled them outward, giving the old Taoist priest a twisted expression.

"You dare to pinch me, you are worried!" The old Taoist priest hit Qin Moyu angrily, and Qin Moyu obediently gave up his hand.

"I don't know if I took the wrong medicine again. I think about these weird things every day." The old Taoist priest rubbed his face and almost pointed at Qin Moyu's nose and scolded him.

Qin Moyu suddenly hugged him: "Thank you, Master."

Before the old Taoist priest could speak, Qin Moyu continued: "Do you know how I found the flaw -"

"Because you arranged everything so perfectly."

The scene in the fantasy is not constructed out of thin air. It is often constructed based on the memory of the people who join the battle. The most familiar and unforgettable people or things are used to lure them to stay. In order to ensure the reality, the fantasy will also be excavated into the battle. Memories that everyone has "forgotten".

At that time, Qin Moyu had just entered the fantasy world, and the scene could only construct Qin Moyu's superficial memory, so the wooden slip only showed what he still remembered. But when the old Taoist priest appeared again and recalled the object, those memories buried deep by Qin Moyu were dug up, and speaking in the old Taoist priest's tone added an illusion that "this is really him, otherwise he wouldn't know".

The reaction of the old Taoist priest after seeing him is true, the food becomes delicious is true, and the new plaque is true, because these are all based on Qin Moyu's subconscious "expected" reaction.

Qin Moyu actually heard what the old Taoist said to Qin Moyu not to leave, but he just pretended not to know. The next day, when he tentatively approached the door, the old Taoist immediately stopped him. This shows that the key to breaking through the illusion lies at the door.

The old Taoist priest stopped talking. Qin Moyu let go of the hug, turned around and pushed open the fence door firmly.

"squeak--"

The simple fence door made a heartbreaking sound, and the plaque hanging on the door was crumbling.

Qin Moyu took a step forward, and white mist began to rise around him.

When he turned around, the figure of the old Taoist priest and the familiar courtyard were gradually swallowed up by the white mist, leaving only a vague outline.

Time seemed to go back to that afternoon.

It was the same fence door, with the old Taoist priest standing inside and Qin Moyu standing outside. The sun was shining so hot that it made people feel anxious.

The old Taoist priest said he was disgusted, but he was desperately stuffing things into Qin Moyu's storage bag. It was obvious that he wanted to drive Qin Moyu out to practice, but before leaving, he made a stinky face, as if Qin Moyu was some white-eyed wolf who wanted to abandon him and run away. road.

"Master, I'm leaving -" Qin Moyu waved his hand, but there was no trace of reluctance, only full of excitement. Unsurprisingly, he got a look from the old Taoist priest.

"Let's go, let's go early and be quiet!"

"Liaoluuluo!" Qin Moyu made a face at him and went down the mountain humming.

The thin and short old man stood in the sun, watching Qin Moyu's back getting further and further away, until all he could see were only distant mountains and forests, and he snorted softly.

"Brat."

The loneliness that could not be concealed in his eyes disappeared in an instant. Even though there was no one around, he still had a straight face. His patched robe was fluttering in the wind. He simply tied his sleeves together and let the hem of his clothes fly into the house. inside.

The furnishings in the room were still the same, except that there was an extra folded coat on the table, left by Qin Moyu.

The draft blew through the hall, and the old Taoist priest subconsciously gathered his robe.

——It turns out it’s cold.