Remembering the past, Li Yuanming shook his head with a heavy heart. His gaze fell on his younger brother's hand holding a bowl with a crack in it. There were only a few grains of rice in the rice porridge inside. This made him even more determined. He suppressed the urge to hold his little disciple in his arms and comfort him, putting on a stern face and saying: "No, you are already grown up, it's time to go down the mountain.","What do you think" Li Yuanming gave her a resentful glance.,Looking at his young apprentice's tearful eyes, Li Yuanming felt a pang of reluctance. In the end, he patted her shoulder and said, "Go down the mountain. Remember to find your Master Mingtong, he will take care of you."。