long night walk

Chapter 756

As the night darkened, the snow-cold feeling in the mountains and forests became more and more serious, and the sword fire gradually disappeared from behind her.

After solving the scourge of insects in Sishou Peak, Yunrong picked up a broken purple armor with a sword, and glanced at the seemingly disorganized runes on the armor.

She frowned lightly, put away the remaining armor, and looked up at the night sky, where the cold clouds were densely covered, and a few stars faintly appeared in the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Even in the deep silence of the night, the White Camel Mountain, known as the Three Sacred Places in the world, also became a little gloomy.

The black and red school uniform of Qilin who stepped on the fire and dark night fluttered slightly in the snowy night.

Yun Rong continued to use her body as a bait, left the Four Peaks, and headed southeast towards the Bulual Mountain.

In the evening, the smoke clears the snow and crosses the cold bridge, and the waves of pines are like the sea, rumbling in the wind.

Fine snowflakes fell in her hair, and the long black hair set off the white snow, adding a bit of cool and delicate temperament to her in the night.

Yun Rong didn't control the sword, but her soft boots stepped on the old bluestone slabs paved all the way, leaving a series of deep and shallow traces in the snow.

In the misty snow and mist, she seemed to be taking a walk in the garden, with a pot of chi blood that was opened on her waist.

From time to time, there were subtle sounds of ready to move in the distant mountains and forests.

Yun Rong was not interested in such small disturbances that she dared not show her face, so she simply ignored them, and even leaned on the cold bridge with a lot of elegance, scooping up a handful of pure snow.

This woman who doesn't know the four seasons and whose eyes are full of swords quietly looks at the soft white snow in her hands, and suddenly feels something.

It turned out that it was the time of winter and snow.

As Jingxue wiped away the remaining blood between her fingers, Yun Rong stopped for a while, then pinched two white balls casually, and stood on the bridge railing.

I heard from the juniors in the sect that Ying Xiu also went up the mountain tonight in the competition.

To be honest, Yun Rong has practiced Taoism for hundreds of years, and he really doesn't have a deep impression of this nominal young master.

These years, traveling around the world, occasionally meeting this young master who is amazing with a ghost sword in a corner of the rivers and lakes, it is hard to feel a little bit of turmoil in his heart.

Yun Rong is famous for his knowledge of swords, but it is difficult to know people.

She is known to be face-blind, and has always been able to distinguish people by breath, even today, she can't quite remember what the facial features of the Qingming Prince Yingxiu looked like.

The strange thing is, when I came under the Yuhan Bridge tonight, the appearance of the young master when he was a child clearly appeared in his mind.

Yun Rong vaguely remembered that at that time, although Empress Ying Ji and the Suzerain often had disputes and disagreements, it was not yet to the point where the two places were separated.

The young master is not a foreign surname today, not Ying Xiu, and has the same surname as the suzerain.

What is it called Baili, Baili'an or Baili'an, Yunrong still hasn't figured out which one it is.

She didn't have much contact with that young master, and her memories back then were as fine as the mottled scales on a big fish.

Back then, the suzerain came to this world with great expectations. The son of the most gifted swordsman in the world and the strongest bloodline in Zhongyou Imperial City was conceived.

How not to make the world look forward to it?

It's a pity that the facts have proved that the power of the overbearing blood of the Zhongyou royal family can indeed surpass the blood of mortals.

The young master of Tianxi Sword Sect has no qualifications for swordsmanship, and even his spiritual roots are mediocre.

Yun Rong didn't know what the Suzerain was thinking when he saw his child was born.

But since he was able to obtain the name of 'Hidden Sword', it seems that his expectations have not been wiped out because of his ordinary aptitude.

After all, in Tianxi Sword Sect, there is still a generous and late bloomer Quhe Xing.

Ordinary qualifications create a particularly severe education method.

The young master was forbidden by the suzerain to be raised in Dongli Xiaozhu since he was a child. At that age, it was extremely honorable for the other family's proud son of the fairy sect to be held in the hands of his parents and cared for.

Leaving aside, let's just talk about the eldest lady of Cangwu Palace, who was pampered and raised in the golden mountain and beautiful jade since she was a child.

No one in the world knows that Yin Dufeng, a savage and lunatic, is a proper daughter slave in front of that young lady.

If you want the moon, you will never pick the stars, and you will be held and offered as offerings wherever you go.

Not to mention the young master of Taixuanzong, who has a hard-to-understand spiritual orifice, has no heart and nature, is doomed not to practice, has black qi, and is destined to live no more than 25 years old.

Young Master Su, who was also difficult to achieve, was almost raised in the honey pot of his parents.

Only the young master of their Tianxie, whose parents are not compatible, has mediocre qualifications.

At such a young age, he was thrown alone in the small building, and he had to complete three homework assigned by his father every day, and read classic ancient books for four hours.

Such obscure and hard-to-read scriptures, not to mention children of how old, even adult disciples of Tianxi Sword Sect sometimes can't read through them.

The sword master wanted his son to be successful, and he was not allowed to eat until he finished reading.

All day and all night, I was almost immersed in the sea of ​​books, so how could I have the time to leave Xiaozhu, go up trees to dig out bird nests like other children, and go down rivers to catch fish and shrimp.

Even the most ordinary child disciples in the sect are probably happier than the young master.

Yun Rong didn't know these family affairs of the Sovereign, since she was a teenager, she was obsessed with swordsmanship, and she was not interested in these household matters.

It's just because of this that sometimes people like Suzerain feel crazy because of her temperament.

Things must be reversed when they are extreme, maybe she is afraid that she will go to extremes for a while, and she will end up with the scourge of Jian Xin's destruction.

From time to time, the suzerain took the youngest son to her Quanxue Peak to teach her sword skills and sharpen the bones of the sword.

How could Yunrong have the temperament to become a teacher, but the suzerain who gave birth to him was also not good at raising children, so he threw the youngest son on the top of her mountain for a whole day.

She is no different from the other thirteen sword masters, looking at the good seedlings and the roots of the little guy, she always wants to earn her name and cultivate them well.

All her life's patience has been devoted to the questioning of the sword. She has had no apprentices for a hundred years, and few outsiders disturb her in the mountains.

Until the suzerain threw such a little guy the size of a garlic sprout in her mountain, he couldn't be beaten, let alone scolded.

She has sword skills on her body, can this three-year-old doll really understand?
Knowing that teaching swordsmanship is not enough, he simply ignored the suzerain's instructions, ignored the little guy, and practiced swordsmanship on the mountain alone, as if he was not around.

Fortunately, that little guy is also sensible, neither noisy nor noisy, just sit there for a whole day.

The suzerain ordered her to teach him the sword well, and asked the child to learn the sword from her.

Yun Rong was perfunctory, but it was the three-year-old child who watched her practice sword silently from dawn to dusk with her big eyes open, sitting upright like a little stone man, studying extremely hard.

At that time, Yun Rong felt that there was nothing wrong with this, after all, when the elder brother was teaching the way of swordsmanship from the Changqing Pavilion, all the disciples in the audience did not dare to make any rash moves, and all listened attentively to the lectures.

But she forgot that the one sitting on her hill was a child whose head was not as high as her knees.

At that time, she didn't realize the difference between a three-year-old child and her young disciple.

At first, Yun Rong felt that this boy had good perseverance, even young disciples would inevitably be impatient, but he could sit for a whole day.

Unexpectedly, just after a week of admiration, the suzerain no longer brought his youngest son to Quanxue Peak to practice swords.

Presumably the child couldn't bear the hardships of cultivation, so he begged his father not to send him to her.

Yun Rong didn't take this matter to heart, until later, each of the three sects performed "religious rites" to show the world.

Open the school pavilion from the mountain gate, and accept disciples from hundreds of schools and countries.

From the thirteen swords, the scriptures and theories are taught one by one, teaching the world, with the intention of cultivating the talents of the temple and benefiting the common people.

The three sects respect the head, although their intentions are good.

The young students recruited by Kexue Pavilion are all sorghum children from various prominent families in the seven prefectures of Qin State.

Most of them are around ten years old, which can be regarded as half-old children, but they all say that they only know how to eat and don't know how to do other things.

Yun Rong, who is the fourth sword of Tianxi, has only taught it for two days, and these half-grown children are like delicate emperor flowers.

No sun, no snow, no cold, no rain, no hunger, no thirst, no tiredness.

There are at least three maidservants around each child to take care of food and daily life. They eat four meals a day, and the meals are always available. After the meal, there is white tea, cakes and fruits, everything is available.

A fairy like Yunrong, who has been eating and drinking for a long time, can't understand the needs of these little kids.

But after this comparison, she suddenly realized that these mortal cubs need to eat.

On Quanxue Peak, the youngest son of the Sovereign...

It never occurred to her to take care of him.

He never complained about suffering and hunger, but just sat there quietly watching her meditate, practice sword, and meditate.

Until the sun was setting and the golden crow was sinking in the sky, the suzerain went up the mountain and took him back to Dongli Xiaozhu, and came back the next day, but he never complained about anything.

At the beginning, she was big-hearted and didn't know people's normal behaviors. When she suddenly realized it, she realized that the little doll was strange.

He doesn't seem to... never take the initiative to make demands on people.

All of a sudden, Yun Rong, who was not very curious, suddenly became curious. Why did the little doll stop coming after going up to the mountain to watch the sword for seven consecutive days.

Later, when I asked the suzerain, I found out that I was sick.

That's right, how could a three-year-old doll stand such a torment from her.

That was also the first time that Yun Rong formally went to the small courtyard to visit his young master.

A very simple small bamboo courtyard is surrounded by fences on all sides. A small pond is opened in the courtyard. The lotus pods in the pond are in full bloom. Among the white snow and green leaves, red koi can be seen faintly swimming by.

Yun Rong glanced around casually, and then entered the house. The furnishings inside were simple, and there were no other unnecessary sundries. There was a table and three chairs, and there were two rows of classic ancient books that were piled up in the Jiange.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a house that a child should live in.

Yun Rong looked around, but found that the extremely rare wife of the suzerain, the legendary Empress Zhongyou, was also in this room.

It is said that the madam had a big fight with the suzerain recently, and the two haven't spoken for many days.

Ying Ji was sitting sideways on the bed, the young master's small body was held in her arms, his forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes were quietly closed, his small mouth was dry and cracked, as if he was sleeping in his mother's arms caught.

The dappled sunlight shone on them through the half-rolled curtains. The lady Ying Ji was wearing a plain white dress against such a beautiful face. The sunlight was blown away by the wind and melted into her eyes. .

Even Yun Rong, seeing this scene, gradually became infatuated.

She patted his back lightly, hummed an unknown song, the sharpness and coldness in her eyes were gone, like a mother of an ordinary family.

Yun Rong looked at the little stone carved on Quanxue Peak and turned into a little doll, but now she was nestling in her mother's arms like a cat, that obedient and soft appearance suddenly made people feel...

In fact, he is no different from those children in Xuege.

The suzerain stood not far away, his eyes were cold, compared to Ying Ji's tenderness and love, he seemed to always be so abstinent and upright, cold and ascetic, unable to blend into the fireworks of the world.

He seemed not used to seeing his child showing such a weak and deceitful appearance, so he snorted coldly and said, "A loving mother has many failures, so it is true that although he has mediocre aptitude, it is very valuable to have a heart that works day and night. But it's only been a few days since I went up the mountain, I don't know if it's because of my coquettishness that I've become such an ugly look."

This is still squeamish?Then the disciples in Xuege, suzerain, don't you want to be whipped and beaten day and night when you see them?

Yun Rong knew that she was at fault in this matter, she opened her lips and was about to defend her young lord, but suddenly there was a chill all over her body.

I saw Empress Yingji's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and her majesty was self-evident: "I have only been away from the mountain for more than a dozen days. Before I left, An'er was fine. Now that I am back, I have a high fever for several days. Li Yu! Have you taken a good look at your child? He has lost a lot of weight, and his hands and feet are full of frostbite. Everyone who knows it thinks that An Er is my Prince Zhongyou, the young master of Jianzong. I don’t know, I’m afraid You still think he is a wild child without father and mother!"

It's because Yun Rong doesn't care about food after losing a lot of weight.

The chilblains on his hands and feet were caused by Yunrong's self-sufficiency in sword practice, allowing him to sit on the top of a frozen mountain. The people living on the mountain were all qi refining monks, who were not afraid of the severe cold, and the suzerain didn't even know why it was cold.

It's fine for him not to be afraid of the cold if he wears thin clothes, but he thinks that his son should be as not afraid of the cold as he is. It's winter and he hasn't even put on a decent little winter jacket.

It is strange that there are no chilblains on the hands and feet.

Hunger and cold, it is not strange to be sick with a high fever.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

There was no expression on Ying Ji's face, and two lines of tears rolled down her face: "No, he is not as good as a wild child, at least other people's wild children are free, how can you be locked up in this place like him all day long?" A square inch of land does not know how long the sun and the moon are in the world."

The suzerain narrowed his eyes, obviously angry: "It is because of your narrow vision that it is difficult for him to become a great weapon."

"I don't need my An'er to be a great weapon."

Ying Ji spoke in an extremely low voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing the sleep of her young son in her arms, she leaned sideways and kissed him on the forehead: "Even if he is just a useless person, he is still my child, and I will devote my whole life to protecting him." He is considerate, let him be safe and happy."

The suzerain couldn't listen to such conniving words the most, he would press his lips tightly, and there was anger in his eyes, obviously about to erupt in an instant.

Lady Ying Ji was extremely calm, with a hint of exhaustion in her voice: "Baili Yu, let's make up..."

The anger in the suzerain's eyes suddenly dissipated, his expression was a little blank, and there was an imperceptible sense of loss.

He murmured in disbelief: "You... what did you say?"

Empress Yingji glanced at the mountains and rivers in front of the window that never belonged to her, as if all of a sudden she was old: "Give me back your son, and I'll give you my name back, okay?"

Yun Rong saw a trace of uneasiness on the suzerain's face that he had never seen before.

He subconsciously pressed the sword hilt at his waist, his breath was slightly disordered, and he almost gritted his teeth and said: "Today's words, I have the right to treat you as nonsense, I don't allow it! It's not allowed! Don't even think about it!"

Xu was afraid of hearing the word "heli" from the mouth of Empress Yingji again, so he was in such a mess that he almost escaped and left here.

　Yun Rong: Surprised or not, I neglected the young master for seven days

　　Lv Rong: No surprise, I once neglected my husband on the night of my wedding
　　The two said in unison: I am just playing~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)