In the depths of autumn, the cinnamon seeds of the Qingya Sect have fallen thickly.
Master Shi Yubai held a plain piece of paper and summoned the pair of young men at his door.
One is as cold as frost, the other is as bright as the sun.
"I'm going to Jiangnan to find someone to be my teacher."
His smile was light and casual as usual, but his eyes seemed to inadvertently pass by the eldest disciple standing beside him with his eyes lowered.
The figure in mysterious clothes was as silent as an abyss in the fragrant osmanthus that filled the courtyard.
The young man set off from there.
They walked through the long street filled with sweet osmanthus, stepped into the ancient town with burning maple colors, broke through the situation amidst the surrounding agencies, and stood side by side in the swaying rain at night.
Until under the ancient ginkgo, the long sword covered in dust reappeared in the sky.
Until before the ruins, the mottled poem came into view——
The handwriting between the ink marks is too familiar.
The old names in the poem are particularly eye-catching.
The wind blows back to the green cliff, and the faint fragrance floats.
Those days and nights that had been ignored suddenly became clear at this moment:
When Master raises his hand, he always lowers it to the knuckles of the old hairpin in his hair.
When the senior brother was serving tea, he happened to pass the cup to the master's hand.
Silhouettes standing side by side in the moonlight,
Silent gaze in the corridor,
And the entire division's tacit silence.
It turns out that what they are looking for is not just a missing name.
It is a past that is tenderly guarded by the entire sect.
The quietly growing affection between them and the secret that is being revealed have already been intertwined and symbiotic in the autumn light.
The road ahead is not yet exhausted, and the murderous intention has arrived.
But this time, they are no longer just disciples who follow orders.
They are the chess players, the game breakers, and the first ray of light that shines into the truth during those years of deep burial.
——
"A young man doesn't know the meaning of autumn. He only knows you after walking through the green mountains.
The osmanthus rain and maple dust are all drunk in the wine, and we look at the full moon together when we return. "
Purpose: Two young men were ordered to search for someone, but while uncovering the dust of the past, they saw their own thoughts and understood the unspoken but deep love under the eaves of the teacher's door.
