"Haha~ OK, OK~ No problem~"
Xiao Xuandan was so lovable that Yingwu couldn't help but give him one.
What's interesting is that after receiving two big red envelopes one after another, he actually came to Hongchen Guest again and said "hug" in a sweet voice.
This frightened the young master.
You must know that Hongchenke's invincible sword power can break gold and crack stones, and the little baby will be hurt if she is not careful. Fortunately, she still leaned down extremely gently and took Wang Xuandan into her arms.
Until this moment, Qingyun finally knew where the strange sense of familiarity in Hongchenke came from.
"Mother..."
Although she couldn't see her face, Hongchenke's whole body at this time exuded a gentle and maternal nature that was unique to a woman.
After pinching the little guy's pink face, her mood seemed to be much better.
"What's his name?"
Wang Youzhi quickly bowed forward and replied:
"Return to this Immortal Chief. My name is Wang Xuandan."
"Wang Xuandan...a good name."
As he said that, the little guy actually reached out to lift the curtain of Hongchen Guest, but he scared the old man out of half his life.
However, the curtain seemed to be restricted and sealed. No matter how hard Wang Xuandan tried, he could not open the fluttering fabric first.
Then Hongchenke chuckled and shook his long sleeves. Golden light flashed from the wide cuffs, and something as long as a knuckle flew out.
When it floated quietly in front of Wang Xuandan, everyone saw clearly that it was an exquisite golden sword.
Then the little sword seemed to be controlled, and it circled around Wang Xuandan several times, and finally cut a shallow wound on his delicate index finger, which made the little guy cry in pain.
"The Immortal..."
Wang Youzhi was about to speak but stopped, but was stopped directly by Qingyun.
After a drop of blood seeped out from the wound, the extraordinary spiritual sword gently scratched, and the bright red blood quickly soaked into the golden color.
Hongchenke gently pulled the little guy's fingers into her curtains, as if sucking gently, Wang Xuandan instantly burst into laughter, and the gurgling sound was full of life's rhythm.
Then a magical scene appeared again. The golden sword quickly penetrated into Wang Xuandan's mouth in full view of everyone. The confused little guy swallowed it with a gulp before he could react.
"Xuan Dan is a good seedling in cultivation. Today, if we are destined, I will give him a sword to keep him warm in his belly. When he grows up, the sword will truly belong to him, and he can come and find me at that time, if I am still alive."
"Many... many thanks to the Immortal, the Immortal has long-lasting blessings and a long life!"
Wang Youzhi said excitedly.
He couldn't understand whether the sword was a sword or not, but he liked to hear that his son was a good practitioner.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a magic weapon. It's so generous."
Qingyun laughed and teased, while Yingwu also looked at the ignorant child who stopped crying with envy. He had long heard that Chang'an had countless magic weapons and sharp blades!
That is a spiritual treasure that even high-level monks dream of, one that can grow with its master!
"Is this treasure as valuable as yours?"
He handed Wang Xuandan into Wang Youzhi's arms with a bit of reluctance, and Hongchenke's voice became so beautiful and sweet again.
"Well, don't talk nonsense, that thing has been lost a long time ago."
Of course I know what the other person is talking about.
"Oh? Tsk tsk, that's right. If you really had that thing, I'm afraid you wouldn't be alive today."
"You know what, if it weren't for that thing, I really wouldn't be alive today."
Unknowingly, the relationship between Hongchenke and Qingyun seems to have become closer.
"Junior, are you talking to me with this attitude?"
"Then what should I say? Do I want to call you aunt?"
"Haha~ My nephew is good~"
"Then Auntie, how about giving me the grass ring directly?"
"It's a beautiful idea, hurry up and improve your cultivation, and find a way to take back Zangfeng from the Pan family, otherwise I won't be able to do it~"
"Tch, you don't look like an elder, and you even gave Wang Xuan Dan a spiritual treasure!"
The young man said sarcastically.
"Hey, you are quite careless! Why don't you tell me that I have kept the secret for you for so many years? Otherwise, I will advertise it for you now?"
Hongchenke made Qingyun scared with just one sentence, but he still refused to give up and changed the subject:
"By the way, Senior Brother Jiang will definitely not give up the ring. If I are lucky enough to regain Zangfeng, then you..."
"You can't take any chances, otherwise I will definitely give this ring to Ah Xin."
Rarely, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment hidden in her melodious voice as she avoided answering.
While walking in the fields, Hongchenke once curiously asked Qingyun why he didn't want to know the past of his parents.
Qingyun replied softly:
"They have never taught me how to practice, nor have they shown any skills in front of me. They probably only want me to spend my life in peace, so in my heart, they are just ordinary parents like Wang Youzhi. The past is just Let’s stay in the past!”
But in the end, Qingyun still asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.
"Chang'an, do you know... who hurt my mother back then?"
"Yichen."
"Yichen...the leader?"
"Um."
"good."
At this point, Qingyun didn't ask any more questions, and Hongchenke didn't elaborate anymore.
As he said, the past goes with the wind. If you really let it go, the worries in the wind may still emerge.
But if the two fingers are forced to stay, what is left in the palm will eventually be nothing.
Of course, this does not mean that he has forgotten or let go of certain hatreds, but that in the near future, there will be an answer waiting for him to unseal it himself.
The conversation between the two people became more and more outrageous. Although he did not deliberately hide anything from Yingwu, he sounded confused.
What kind of aunts and nephews, what kind of parents? Could it be that Changan and Qingyun's parents are still familiar with each other?
But it was really strange to see that neither of them had the posture of an elder, nor the etiquette of a junior, but that didn't concern him.
After Qingyun picked a few thin grasses in the field and walked around in the field, the three of them returned to the village, but this time there was a group of powerful monks in the village.
"It's them?"
After taking a closer look, Qingyun's face instantly darkened.
What attracted the most attention was a young monk whose whole head was wrapped in bandages. He was a replica of Fang Cihang, and he was none other than the Yuquan Cave disciple whose jaw was broken by Qingyun yesterday, Tan Pan!
Another person with a slightly nervous look was also Gaolingzong from yesterday. As for the last and most powerful monk in the Concentration Realm, Qingyun didn't know about it.
This man was dressed in a blue monk's robe, and he was very neatly dressed from his bun to the soles of his shoes. He had a rigorous posture similar to Zhu Xianning's, giving him a strong sense of majesty.
There were no other accessories on the pale blue robe, but the jade plaque shaped like a bamboo slip hanging on his waist allowed Qingyun to recognize the other party's identity at a glance.
Inspection of the Public Trial Office!
This person was also the first to discover Xiaoye and the others. His arrogant and rude spiritual consciousness swept over him, and the coercion from the soul instantly frightened Yingwu back several steps.
However, Qingyun possesses an immortal true spirit, so he doesn't pay attention to the mere intimidation of the soul, let alone Hongchenke, a great monk in the wind control realm standing next to him.
"Tan Pan, but he injured you yesterday?"
Tan Pan, who was pointing at Wang Youzhi's nose in an arrogant manner and scolding him, immediately turned around and saw Qingyun with a gloomy face. He jumped three feet high and shouted vaguely:
"Four...four...four...please ask Brother Sun...to compose the words for us...fairly..."
Qingyun's eyes narrowed and he snorted coldly:
"Tan Pan, do you still dare to come? Aren't you afraid that I will pull out your tongue today?"
"presumptuous!"
As soon as the young master finished speaking, the monk surnamed Sun angrily rebuked him. In fact, it was because the pressure of his divine consciousness had no effect on this young man.
"The Public Trial Office received a report that someone committed an attack in Wangjia Village and injured Tan Pan, a disciple of Yuquan Cave. But you did it?"
Taking out a piece of official document from his sleeve, this guy came to Qingyun and pretended to be talking about it.
"Made, why does it still smell familiar? Wait, this guy's surname is Sun too?"
The young man's heart moved.
"Chief Sun, I think there must be a misunderstanding!"
Earlier, the youngest son had accepted the golden sword from Hongchen Guest. At this time, Wang Youzhi stepped forward to explain, but was met with a glare from the other party and fell to the ground.
"The public trial government is enforcing the law. What's wrong with you as a mortal? Boy, come with me!"
With a cold scoff, Qingyun chuckled and said:
"where to?"
"Where to go? Of course to the Public Trial Mansion!"
This man also sneered again and again. Sen Han's eyes met with Tan Pan's, and the smell of conspiracy suddenly filled the air.
"The Public Trial Office in Jiangyundong?"
"Nonsense! What else?"
Hearing this, the strange look on the young man's face became more intense, and he thought secretly in his heart:
"No, I am always being bullied for being a student in Jiangyundong. I have to establish my authority, and Hongchenke. If she is really my mother's good friend during her lifetime, she will help me no matter what."
Thinking of this, Qingyun couldn't help but sneered:
"What if I don't go?"
"Hahaha, what I'm waiting for is your refusal to go!"
The power of divine consciousness exploded, and the huge spiritual pressure directly knocked Wang Youzhi flying several feet away. After rolling around, his head was bleeding and he fainted.
"I thought the inspectors were all just people, but I didn't expect them to be nothing more than bastards who only know how to bully the weak. Bah!"
"Hmph, kid, I'll break your jaw later too, to see if you can still be so sharp-tongued!"
After saying that, the monk surnamed Sun touched the ground with one foot and directly cracked the ground. The unsheathed long sword brought the force of wind and thunder and rushed straight into the blue clouds!
"Be careful, this person has already understood his own sword intent, don't underestimate the enemy."
Seeing the concentrating monk attacking, Hongchenke had no intention of taking action on Qingyun's behalf. He just picked up Yingwu and dodged aside like a chicken, and reminded him at the same time.
"Sword Intent?"
In fact, although this person's aura is strong, he is only at the early stage of the Concentration Realm, and he is still the kind who has just started. Not to mention Shutong, even he is far from Feng Ziyu.
If he tried his best, Qingyun thought he would have a slight chance of winning. But the words "Sword Intent" spoken by Hongchen Ke made the young master become cautious.
Ding ding~: Fate is determined by fate, whether it is the right path or the devil's path, if you don't stick to certain things, you will see something different~
