C121 The Fallen Leaves in the Courtyard Are Deep End of the Second Volume

Mingsi stopped in his tracks when he saw the figure.

"Yuwen. "

The person leaning against the wall was Yuwen Lang. He walked towards Mingsi with a smile on his face. Over the past few days, he had heard about the incident in the Tower of Abyss, and through some special channels, he had learned some information that was difficult for ordinary people to know. At this moment, as everyone was leaving, he specially rushed over to meet Mingsi.

"I didn't enter the Fallen Earth Abyss. " Yuwen Lang looked at Mingsi, who was slightly surprised, and spread out his hands with a smile.

"Fortunately, you did not enter. " Mingsi also smiled. He looked at this somewhat overbearing youth in front of him and couldn't help but feel a strange emotion in his heart.

Mingsi's eyes were filled with confusion, disappointment, and joy. Yuwen Lang was surprised by Mingsi's complicated expression, and then he was stunned by Mingsi's next action.

Mingsi took a step forward and reached out his hand to hug Yuwen Lang. Mingsi closed his eyes. The punch and kick he imagined did not come. He revealed a happy smile.

Yuwen Lang was stunned. Logically speaking, he could not tolerate such hypocritical behavior. But now that he was hugged by Mingsi, he finally gave up resisting. He knew how difficult it had been for Mingsi these past few days.

Very quickly, Mingsi let go of Yuwen Lang and took a step back to ask.

"What about the agreement to enter the Earth Abyss together?" Mingsi looked like he was about to cry.

Yuwen Lang's nose twitched. He carefully stared at Mingsi and looked at him. He looked at the boy in front of him, who was about the same height as him, and then asked seriously, "Our relationship isn't that good, right?"

Mingsi touched his nose and said with a smile, "Yes. "

The two of them looked at each other. Then, they could not help but burst out laughing, just like how they had played in the Heavenly Tower.

"Yuwen, will we meet again in the future?" Mingsi walked past Yuwen Lang, then turned around and waved his hand.

"Of course!" Yuwen Lang shouted as well. He looked at Mingsi's back as he walked away. A strange light flashed in his eyes. He whispered with a smile. "I will, and it will be very soon. "

When Mingsi and his group came, there were twenty students and four mentors. Now, there was one less person when they returned. Only Mingsi and the other two people entered the underground abyss. The other students had gathered outside long ago. At this moment, when everyone heard the news of Ye Qingyun's misfortune, they were all silent. The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

Under the lead of Elder Black Feather, they once again boarded the Spiritual Ferry and shuttled through the spatial passageway. This time, Mingsi did not feel dizzy on his way back. He must have experienced it once. In addition, during this period of time, he often shuttled through the spatial passageway with Yuwen Lang, which gave him a certain degree of resistance to the damage in the spatial passageway.

Mingsi looked at the distorted and illusory images above his head. Ho Yanshen and Mu Bingmei, the two professors of the Water Wood Spirit Academy, were recuperating the students' bodies. It was inevitable that some injuries would be left behind after such a long battle.

Liafeng had long since dispersed the remaining hidden dangers in Mingsi's body. At this moment, he only felt that his body was full of energy. Mingsi guessed that this was because he had reached the Late Qi Spirit Stage. Thinking of this, a trace of excitement and anticipation gradually emerged in Mingsi's heart, "I wonder what cultivation base those few fellows have reached. . . "

Mingsi couldn't help thinking about Chen Ziming and Ling Zehong. A rare smile appeared on his face.

"What makes you smile so happily?" Ho Yanshen walked over and asked.

Mingsi shook his head. "I want to go back and play with them soon. "

Ho Yanshen smiled when she heard him. "The academy is still better. "

Mingsi nodded vigorously and said, "Next time when there are such things, I will not go again. "

Not far away, Black Feather sat at the bow of the boat. He looked at Mingsi with a complicated look in his eyes.

This time, Mingsi silently calculated the time. It would take about an hour to travel back to Chang'an City from the city. It seemed like the speed of teleportation was really fast.

In the middle of the square of the Chang'an City, there was a huge teleportation formation that was filled with people coming and going. From time to time, there would be spirit ferries of various sizes flying in and out of it. The Heavenly Tower Conference of the Central Plains had ended, and the number of people heading to various parts of the Central Plains had clearly increased during this period of time.

The teleportation port that floated with the words Central Plains was now frequently lit up, and then a boat that was dozens of meters long slowly flew out. Mingsi and the others jumped off the boat. When they stepped on the ground of the square, everyone looked at each other excitedly. Their words were filled with joy.

"It feels more stable to step on this place!" Some of the students sighed emotionally.

"It's better to return to the academy later!"

"Haha, right, right!"

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After walking out of the city center, Elder Black Feather waved his sleeves and sent the students flying into the sky. Riding on the wind, he embarked on the final journey back to the academy.

With the wind mixed in with the subtle noise of the crowd, Mingsi quietly looked down at the city buildings below. There was a bit of anticipation in his eyes.

Mingsi slightly folded his clothes and calculated the time. He had spent more than half of the year. At this time, autumn and winter were alternating. After coming out of the underground abyss, Mingsi felt the weather gradually become cold and dry. Before the snow fell, the chill had already attacked him.

When he passed by the western suburbs of Chang'an City, Mingsi's eyes focused on a small courtyard. That was his home in Chang'an City. A month ago, when he passed by this place, he did not see his father's figure. The doors and windows of the house were tightly shut.

The small house in the middle had two floors. In front of the house, there was a Dragon Eye Tree that was almost parallel to the wall. The branches on it were not long, and the leaves were yellow and green. They swayed gently under the autumn wind. Mingsi frowned slightly and looked down at the house with a blank look. At this moment, the doors and windows of the house were still closed, and the fallen leaves that were piled up in the courtyard were a little thicker than before.

"Sometimes, cultivation doesn't have the concept of home. "

"The concept of home. . . . . . . ” At that moment, Ye Qingyun's words rang out in Mingsi's mind. For some reason, a sense of sadness rose from the bottom of his heart. Mingsi's gaze followed the courtyard as it flew off into the distance. He looked at the blurry building in the western suburbs behind him and was silent for a long time.

Mountains, trees, and mountains quietly flew past. In the blink of an eye, a magnificent stone door that was a thousand feet wide appeared in front of everyone. Looking at the four big words on the top of the stone door, everyone cheered.

"Southern Pearl Institute, we're back!"

Mingsi was standing quietly at the side. He was also staring at the towering stone door in front of him, but his eyes were a little confused. In his mind, the shadow of the small courtyard filled with fallen leaves could not be erased. A question lingered in his mind for a long time.

"Father, where did you go. . . "

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