Azure Profound Sect In the square in front of the mountain gate, disciples gathered in twos and threes.
Some are carrying luggage or traveling lightly, and most of their faces show the expectation and relaxation of returning home.
Carriages coming to pick up people parked in the square, some of which were uniform green-covered carriages.
The carriages are all pulled by strong horses with shiny coats and slender limbs. The carriages are engraved with the moire logo of the Azure Profound Sect.
This is a travel car prepared by the sect for True Disciple disciples and some Deacon and Elder who are in need. It is spacious, comfortable and quite fast.
"Senior Brother Fang."
"Fang True Disciple."
Fang Han held the package in his hand, and walked steadily through the crowd while being greeted respectfully by the disciples along the way, and arrived at the carriage prepared by the sect for his trip.
"Senior Brother Fang!"
Next to the carriage, Xiao Chen greeted.
Today, he changed out of his usual disciple's green shirt and wore an indigo cotton robe, with a dark gray cloak to protect him from the wind.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?"
Fang Han walked closer and nodded slightly.
"Not long, just arrived a while ago."
Xiao Chen smiled.
"Being able to take True Disciple's special car home, this time it's thanks to Senior Brother Fang's favor."
Being able to ride back home in the car of a True Disciple disciple means that you have a close friendship with a True Disciple, which is a rare honor for ordinary disciples.
There were many disciples around who were preparing to leave the mountain on foot or by hiring ordinary carriages and horses. Their eyes fell on Xiao Chen, with a bit of envy that could not be concealed.
To be able to be on good terms with a true genius like Senior Brother Fang Han and to be supported by him is an opportunity that many people dream of.
Fang Han and Xiao Chen briefly exchanged a few words before boarding the bus.
Just then, there was some movement from the other side.
Next to a sect-style green-covered carriage stood two eye-catching and graceful figures.
One of them had a temperament as cold as a plum blossom on the snow, his face covered with a white gauze, revealing only a pair of eyes as clear as a cold pool and as deep as a sea of stars.
The green hair is like a waterfall, only loosely tied up by a simple white jade hairpin, and a few strands of broken hair hang down on the cheeks, slightly moving in the wind.
She just stood quietly next to the car, and her whole body naturally exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away, as if she was separated from the noisy world by an invisible barrier.
It was Yun Muyao who had dealt with Fang Han several times, Prodigy Ranking.
The other person's face is also covered with gauze, but it is a light purple color, adding a bit of mystery to his cold temperament.
She has a slender figure, bright eyes above the purple gauze, and a sense of alienation and coldness in her eyes.
It was Yun Qianyue who was a disciple of Zi Courtyard and was quite familiar with Fang Han.
The two sisters were obviously preparing to return home in the carriage arranged by the sect.
"Senior Sister Yun, Junior Sister Qian Yue, I wish you New Year greetings in advance."
Fang Han showed a smile on his face and said to Yun Muyao and Yun Qianyue.
"Thank you."
Yun Muyao heard the sound and nodded slightly in return.
"Senior Brother Fang, have a nice journey."
Yun Qianyue The corners of her lips under the purple gauze seemed to be slightly curved.
The cold voice came through the purple gauze, still carrying a bit of her unique coldness, but it was almost imperceptibly softer than when she faced others on weekdays.
After a simple greeting, Fang Han no longer delayed, and he and Xiao Chen boarded his green-covered carriage one after another.
The driver was an old man arranged by the sect, and he was very skilled. When he saw that everyone had arrived, he shouted softly and shook the reins.
The strong horse strode with four hooves, pulled the carriage to start smoothly, ran over the square paved with bluestones, and headed towards the official road.
The interior of the carriage is quite spacious, with thick velvet cushions, a fixed small table, and even a heater and tea-warming utensils. The furnishings are simple but full of practicality and sophistication.
Fang Han and Xiao Chen sit opposite each other.
"I can finally go home. Counting the days, I have been away from home for almost a year."
Xiao Chen was obviously in a good mood. He opened the small curtains on the side of the carriage, looked at the receding mountain scenery outside the window, and said.
Fang Han leaned against the wall of the carriage and smiled when he heard the words.
After being away from home for a long time, even though the cultivation conditions of the sect are excellent, the longing for my family in my heart has never diminished.
Now I am on my way home, thinking that I will soon see my parents Younger Sister, and seeing the faces of those familiar clan members, my heart feels warm.
The carriage entered the pipeline, gradually accelerated, and galloped along the wide official road in the direction of Liangshui City.
The wheels rolled across the road, making a regular and slight rattling sound.
At the mountain gate, Yun Qianyue did not board the train immediately.
She stood there, with her eyes above the purple gauze, watching the green-covered carriage carrying Fang Han and Xiao Chen gradually move away, eventually turning into a small black spot and disappearing among the trees at the end of the official road.
The cold wind in winter passed by the mountain gate and rolled up the few strands of hair on her temples that were not covered by the purple gauze.
"Prodigy Ranking Sixty-eight..."
Unknowingly, the figure had reached a height that required her to see it from afar, and was even somewhat difficult to reach.
An extremely complex and indescribable emotion, like a delicate vine, quietly wraps around my heart.
It's not jealousy, nor unwillingness.
It was more like a feeling of loss after witnessing a meteor streaking through the night, knowing its dazzling brilliance but being unable to touch it, and a faint sense of loss that even she herself had not explored deeply.
"Qian Yue."
A sound as cold as jade stones striking each other sounded beside him, interrupting Yun Qianyue's thoughts.
She suddenly came back to her senses and turned around to meet the gaze of her sister Yun Muyao.
The gaze remained calm, but seemed to be able to penetrate the purple gauze, Insight the slightest wave in her heart.
"Sister, let's get in the car."
Yun Qianyue's heart skipped a beat, but her face quickly returned to its usual coldness and indifference. She lowered her eyes slightly, avoided her sister's gaze, and whispered.
Yun Muyao glanced at her quietly and didn't say much. He just said "hmm" softly, turned around and boarded the carriage gracefully.
Yun Qianyue follows closely behind.
The carriage door curtain fell, blocking out the cold wind and sight of the outside world.
The carriage started slowly and headed in another direction different from Fang Han and the others.
The journey of several days passed quietly amidst the sound of horse hooves and wheels.
The carriage that Fang Han is riding in is specially made by the sect, and the horses pulling the carriage are also of an extraordinary breed, and the pace is extremely fast.
In addition, the official road conditions were acceptable. Although it was late winter, we did not encounter severe conditions such as heavy snow and road closures.
Along the way, Fang Han and Xiao Chen chatted about the current situation of their respective families, interesting stories about their sects, or discussed some simple opinions on cultivation. The time passed very quickly.
Xiao Chen's home is in another city named "Tianfeng City", which is slightly deviated from the direction of Liangshui City.
Therefore, when passing by Tianfeng City, Xiao Chen got off the car and said goodbye to Fang Han.
"Senior Brother Fang, this is the farewell. See you again in the new year!"
Xiao Chen put his baggage on his back and stood on the edge of the city, smiling at Fang Han who was in the car.
"See you next year."
Fang Han lifted the car curtain and nodded.
Xiao Chen waved his hand and the figure quickly disappeared.
Fang Han put down the car curtain and told the driver to continue driving towards Liangshui City.
Sitting alone in the carriage, I couldn't talk to pass the time, but I felt a little more peaceful.
He sometimes runs <Mystic Wind Art>, practices Internal Qi, and sometimes deduces <Wind-Splitting Nine Swords> and <Windcloud Escape> in his mind.
Thinking of the Nether Pavilion's obvious targeting, the sense of urgency in his heart never faded.
The path of martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
Another day passed, when Liangshui City's familiar, not too tall, city wall outline appeared in the horizon on the distant horizon, the warmth of returning home finally filled Fang Han's heart.
"It's finally here."
He breathed a sigh of relief, with a trace of relief in his eyes.
The carriage drove straight to the city gate.
Liangshui City is just a remote town. When the gatekeepers saw this unusually regulated carriage with the Azure Profound Sect logo, they even skipped routine questioning.
He quickly got out of the way and watched the carriage enter the city with awe in his eyes.
Entering the city, familiar street scenes greet you.
Although it is already the depth of winter and everything is withered, the New Year is approaching and there are more people walking on the street than usual.
The shops on both sides also hung up red lanterns, giving it a more festive feel.
The carriage passed through the streets and alleys, and finally stopped in front of a complex of buildings in the east of the city that covered a large area and had a completely different atmosphere than before.
Here, it is Fang Clan.
Compared with a year ago, the current Fang Clan mansion has been expanded and repaired several times, and its scale has almost doubled.
The towering courtyard wall is built with blue bricks, and the red lacquer door is extraordinary. The two stone lions in front of the door are powerful and majestic. The plaque "Fang Mansion" hanging under the eaves has powerful handwriting.
On both sides of the door, stood several energetic Guards with slightly bulging temples and sharp eyes.
All these changes are naturally inseparable from the influence of Fang Han's rising status in the Azure Profound Sect.
"Master Han is back!"
As soon as the carriage stopped, a sharp-eyed Guard in front of the door recognized Fang Han who got off the carriage, and immediately shouted in surprise.
This shout, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly caused ripples in front of the Fang Mansion.
"It's Master Han!"
"Master Han is back home!"
The news spread quickly to the house as if it had wings.
Some people Lineage who heard the news poured out of the door, with undisguised joy and excitement on their faces, and bowed and saluted with noisy but enthusiastic voices.
"Welcome Master Han back home!"
When these tribesmen looked at Fang Han, in addition to awe, they also showed respect and closeness from the bottom of their hearts.
Fang Clan prospered because of Fang Han. This honor and recognition have already penetrated into the hearts of everyone Lineage.
Fang Han responded one by one, with a humble attitude and no air of arrogance.
Under the warm greetings and surroundings, Fang Han walked among the Fang Mansion.
The scenery inside the mansion is completely new, with well-proportioned pavilions and pavilions and winding corridors. Although it is the middle of winter, there are still some cold-resistant pine and bamboo embellishments in the garden, making it look elegant yet elegant.
Servant Maid shuttled back and forth, and when they saw Fang Han, they all respectfully stepped aside and saluted, their eyes full of curiosity and admiration.
Fang Han walked straight towards the depths of the mansion, the most quiet and elegant courtyard that has now become the symbol of the Fang Clan - "Rain-Listening Pavilion".
After several expansions, Rain-Listening Pavilion has already exceeded the main courtyard where Clan Head Fang Lingyuan lives.
The independent moon cave door has rockeries and flowing water inside, and winding paths lead to secluded areas. Several Emerald Bamboo bushes still stand upright in the cold wind, making a soft rustling sound.
The main building is a three-story exquisite building with cornices, carved beams and painted buildings, and the environment is extremely quiet.
This is the residence of Fang Han's parents and Younger Sister, and it is also his real "home" in this world.