In the hall, everyone was waiting silently.

...

Twist -

Not a moment later, there were heavy footsteps coming from the outside of the hall. Every step was extremely heavy, as if it was about to step on people's hearts, giving people the feeling that storms were coming and mountains and rivers were about to change.

Many new boys' faces changed, and their hearts were pounding and thumping quickly.

The Taoists in the hall laughed together at this moment, with a deep smile, as if they had penetrated the deep meaning of the person who was so heavy.

...

Yang Xiaoman naturally had no feeling, but was very curious and turned his head secretly and looked out the door.

Seeing this, my mind was shocked again.

In the big square outside the door, a figure walked towards the main hall.

He was a young man in black clothes and covered with black armor, with a cold face, as if he was a general in his own right.

He looks tall and majestic in his early thirties, straight waist, dark skin, not handsome, but extremely tough. He looks like a young man, but he is full of vicissitudes of rain, snow, wind and frost, as if he has endured a lot of suffering.

Silence, perseverance.

A man like a mountain.

...

Yang Xiaokuan's mind was shocked.

For some reason, this man gave him a very familiar feeling.

She was looking at the black-armored young man, who was also looking at them all, but her eyes turned around and fell into Yang Xiaoman's eyes.

The two of them looked at each other, and the feeling was even stronger.

...

Twist -

The black-armored young man was slowly rushing, not caring about waiting for him, besides these ten guys who had just entered the mountain, there were also a group of big guys.

"Jinyi, don't rush slowly, just wait for you!"

The old man in the honorable position shouted.

The black-armored young man came into the hall gate and saluted the big guys.

"Although there is no agreement, this time, I will make the decision, so you can choose someone first."

The old man from Jinguan said.

"Thank you, Master, then I'm not polite."

The black-armored young man thanked him lightly, then looked at Yang Xiaoman directly, pointed at her and said, "I will pick her, come with me!"

After the words finished, he turned around and left.

The big guys turned black when they saw it, but no one scolded him.

Yang Xiaoman was stunned until the Taoist who led her into the mountain gate nodded at her before chasing her.

...

One tall and one short, one big and one small, two figures walked forward and backward, heading towards the suspension bridge on the west side, the atmosphere was extremely silent.

"May I have your name?"

The black-armored young man asked suddenly, but did not look back.

When Yang Xiaoman heard this, she opened her mouth and wanted to answer, but she didn't know what to say. Bi Ling'er obviously wouldn't be her real name, but what is her real name?

Waited for a while, no answer was found.

The young man in black armor sighed, stopped, turned around, and looked at her with some pity. In addition to pity, there was also a more complicated look.

Yang Xiaoman also stopped, and didn't speak, just looked at him.

...

"If you don't have a name, I'll give you one. You'll take my surname and call it - Long Jinxiu!"

A moment later, the black-armored young man said.

"I have a name, but I don't call it Long Jinxiu, but my name is Yang Xiaoman."

Yang Xiaorang opened his mouth and said.

As soon as he said this, his small body shook violently.

Yang Xiaoman!

Yang Xiaoman!

The three words kept echoing in my mind.

That's right, this must be my real name!

Yang Xiaoman called in his heart, for some reason, but she was excited and burst into tears. But she still couldn't remember more things.

...

When the young man in black armor heard that she didn't want to call him Long Jinxiu, his expression became complicated at first, but immediately saw her crying so hard that he was stunned.

"If you don't want to call Long Jinxiu, you won't want to call him. Why do you cry? Sweep away your tears and wipe it. If Lan Zhou sees it, you will think I'm bullying you, a yellow-haired girl!"

The black-armored young man's face became darker.

snort!

Yang Xiaoman snorted, lifted up his dirty sleeves, and wiped it on his face a few times.

Then he suddenly realized that the sleeves were really dirty, so he stared at them, and another extremely disgusting expression appeared on his pretty and childish face.

Seeing this, the young man in black armor burst into laughter and turned around and continued to walk forward.

"Yang Xiaoman, come on, from today on, I will be your senior brother, my name is Long Jinyi."

He said while walking.

The voice is heavy and powerful, with indescribable trustworthy power, as if the sky is falling, and this person named Long Jinyi can also carry it for you.

"Who is Long Jinxiu?"

Yang Xiaorang followed and asked in a tender voice.

Long Jinyi in front heard this and was slightly silent, saying, "It's just a name I said casually."

"You are lying to someone, this name is not something you said casually."

Yang Xiaorang replied immediately.

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

The childish answer made the young man with black armor no longer refute.

After a moment of silence, the black-armored youth finally said: "Long Jinxiu is my sister. She died in a chaotic era a long time ago."

Deep in words, unspeakable sadness.

Yang Xiaoman was stunned and couldn't speak anymore.

Twist -

Two figures walked by in the clouds.

Two footsteps sounded in the clouds.

...

Walking through the clouds and fog, Yang Xiaoman was naturally not afraid, but just looked around, looking for things that shocked his mind again.

After crossing five or six bridges in a row, passing five or six peaks, high and low, we finally arrived at our destination.

Above the mountain, the terrain is flat, with a tall peach forest, and the peach blossoms are blooming in full bloom.

A hall and several side rooms are surrounded by a circle of long fences. It seems to have been around for many years. It is extremely simple and stands under a tree not far away, high and low, staggered.

After entering the fence yard, I saw a young man sitting under one of the tall trees, drinking tea and looking at a book, feeling indescribable.

The young man was wearing a moon-white robe with a cloud-shaped pattern, with a white ribbon on his waist, and a long black hair tied casually, mostly falling behind his head, and a small half scattered in front, gentle and elegant, a little lazy.

His face is like white jade, with a soft outline, two neat blue beards, and his eyes are like two clear springs, wise and bright.

At this time, Yang Xiaoman was shocked again when she arrived.

...

When the footsteps were heard, the man in white robe also looked up.

He glanced at Yang Xiaoman, and a narrow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then said, "Senior Brother, did you pick this time? It's dry and thin, and it definitely tastes nothing!"
To be continued...