The night was getting darker, and the coldness of snow in the mountains and forests became more and more intense. The sword fire gradually disappeared behind her.
After solving the insect chaos in the Four Peaks, Yun Rong picked up a broken purple armor with his sword and glanced at the seemingly chaotic runes on the armor.
She raised her brows lightly, put away the broken armor, and looked up at the night sky. There were dense cold clouds, and a few faint lights of stars appeared in the vast sea of clouds.
Even in the deep silence of the night, Baituo Mountain, which is regarded as the place of the Three Saints in the world, has become a bit eerie.
The black and red school uniform of the Fire-Treading Dark Night Unicorn fluttered slightly in the snowy night.
Yun Rong continued to use himself as bait, left the Four Heads Peak, and headed towards the Everlasting Mountain in the southeast.
Dusk smoke and sparse snow cross the cold bridge, and bursts of pine waves sound like the sea in the wind.
Fine snowflakes fell in her hair, and her long black hair was set against the white snow, adding a bit of cool and delicate temperament to her in the night.
Yun Rong did not wield a sword. His soft boots stepped on the ancient bluestone paved all the way, leaving a series of deep and shallow marks in the snow.
In the snowy mist, she seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, carrying a pot of Chi blood that had been opened on her waist.
From time to time, subtle sounds of movement could be heard in the distant mountains and forests.
Yun Rong was not interested in this kind of petty commotion that he didn't dare to show his face, so he simply ignored it, and even leaned on the Hanqiao in a graceful manner, picking up a handful of pure snow.
This woman who didn't know the seasons, and whose heart and eyes were full of swords, quietly looked at the soft white snow in her hands, and suddenly felt something.
It turned out that it was already the late snowfall in winter.
Just as Jingxue wiped away the remaining blood between her fingers, Yun Rong paused for a moment, then pinched two white dumplings and stood them on the bridge railing.
I heard from the junior disciples in the sect that Ying Xiu also went up the mountain for the disciple selection tonight.
To be honest, Yun Rong has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, but he really doesn't have a deep impression on this nominal young master.
Over the years, while traveling around the world, I occasionally bumped into this young master who stunned everyone with his ghost sword in a corner of the world, and it was hard to shake my heart at all.
Yun Rong is famous all over the world for his knowledge of swords, but it is difficult for him to recognize people.
She has always been face-blind and has always identified people by their breath. Even now, she can't remember what the facial features of Prince Yingxiu of the Qingming Dynasty looked like.
The strange thing is that when I was here under the Yuhan Bridge tonight, the young master's appearance as a child clearly appeared in my mind.
Yun Rong vaguely remembered that at that time, although Empress Ying Ji often had disputes and disagreements with her sect leader, they had not yet reached the point where the two places were inseparable.
The young master is not called Yingxiu, and has the same surname as the sect master.
What is it called Baili, Baili'an or Baili'an? Yun Rong still can't tell which one it is.
She didn't have much interaction with the young master, and her memories of that time were as fragmented as the mottled scales on a big fish.
Back then, the child was brought into this world by the sect master with great expectations. He was the son of the person with the most talented swordsman in the world and the person with the strongest bloodline in Zhongyou Imperial City.
How not to make the world look forward to it?
Unfortunately, facts have proven that the power of the Zhongyou royal family's domineering bloodline can indeed surpass the bloodline of mortals.
The young master of the Tianxi Sword Sect has no swordsmanship qualifications, and even his spiritual abilities are mediocre.
Yun Rong didn't know what the sect leader was thinking when he saw his child being born.
But since he was able to obtain the name of 'Hidden Sword', I think his expectations for him were not diminished by his mediocre qualifications.
After all, there is a generous and late-blooming Qu Hexing in the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Ordinary qualifications create a particularly strict education method.
The young master was imprisoned and raised by the sect master in Dongli Xiaozhu since he was a child. At that age, the proud son of another family's immortal family was held in the hands of his parents, cared for and raised to be extremely noble.
Let's not talk about the distant ones, let's talk about the eldest lady of Cangwu Palace, who has been pampered in the beautiful jade of Jinshan since she was a child.
Everyone in the world doesn't know that Yin Dufeng, that rude and madman, is a perfect slave to the young lady.
If you want the moon, you will never pick the stars. Wherever you go, you will be held up and worshiped.
Not to mention the young master of Taixuan Sect, whose spiritual aperture is difficult to access, has no heart and is destined to be unable to practice, his Qi is darkened, and he is destined not to live past the age of twenty-five.
Young Master Su, who is also difficult to achieve, has almost been raised in the honey jar of his parents.
Only the young master of Tianxi's family did not get along with his parents and his qualifications were mediocre.
At such a young age, he was left alone in a small building. He had to complete three lessons assigned by his father every day and read classics for four hours.
Such an obscure and difficult-to-read scripture, not to mention children of several years old, even adult disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect sometimes cannot read it clearly.
The sword master hopes that his son will become a talented person, and he is not allowed to eat until he finishes reading.
I almost spent all day and night immersed in the sea of books, and how could I have time to leave the small building and go up the trees to dig out bird's nests and go down the river to fish for shrimps like other children.
Even the most ordinary child disciples in the sect may have a happier life than the young master.
Yun Rong was originally unaware of the family affairs of the sect master. Since she was a teenager, she had been obsessed with the art of swordsmanship and was not interested in these common household matters.
It's just because of this that her temperament means calling someone like the sect leader sometimes feels that it's too much.
Everything must be reversed when it goes to the extreme, perhaps because she is afraid that if she goes to extremes for a moment, she will eventually be destroyed by Jianxin.
The sect master would occasionally take the time to bring his youngest son to her Quanxue Peak, where she would teach him swordsmanship and sharpen his sword bones.
How could Yun Rong have the temperament to become a teacher and teach others, but the sect leader didn't know how to raise children, so she threw her young son on top of her mountain for a whole day.
She is no different from the other Thirteen Sword Masters. She looks at a good young guy with good skills, and always wants to earn a fortune and cultivate them.
She has spent all her life's patience on the sword. She has been without a disciple for hundreds of years and is rarely disturbed by outsiders in the mountains.
Until the sect master left such a little guy as big as a garlic sprout in her mountain, he couldn't be beaten, let alone scolded.
Can this three-year-old kid really understand her sword skills?
Knowing that he could not teach swordsmanship, he simply turned a deaf ear to the sect leader's instructions, ignored the little guy, and continued practicing and mastering swordsmanship on the mountaintop, just as if he was not here.
Fortunately, the little guy was sensible and didn't make any noise or fuss, so he spent the whole day just sitting there.
The sect leader asked her to teach him the sword well and let the child learn the sword well from her.
Yun Rong was perfunctory, but the three-year-old child, with his big eyes open, silently watched her practice the sword from dawn to dusk, sitting upright like a little stone man, learning extremely seriously and hard.
At that time, Yun Rong felt that there was nothing wrong with this. After all, when the senior brother taught swordsmanship from Chang Qing Pavilion, all the disciples in the audience did not dare to act rashly and all listened and studied attentively.
But she forgot that sitting on the top of her hill was a child whose head was no higher than her knees.
At that time, she did not realize the difference between a three-year-old child and an eighteen-year-old young disciple.
At first, Yun Rong thought that this boy had good perseverance. Even an eighteen-year-old young disciple would inevitably be restless, but he could sit still all day long.
Unexpectedly, as soon as this admiration aroused, a week later, the sect leader would no longer bring his youngest son to Quanxue Peak to practice swordsmanship.
It seems that the child couldn't bear the hardship of cultivation, so he begged his father not to send him to her.
Yun Rong didn't take this matter into his mind until later, when each of the three sects performed "teaching rituals" to show it to all the countries in the world.
Since the gate of the mountain has been opened, the academy has attracted disciples from hundreds of schools and countries.
The Thirteen Swords sequentially lecture on the scriptures and their meanings, and teach the Tao to the world, with the intention of cultivating the talents of the temple and benefiting the people.
The three sects respect the head, although the desire is good.
But the young disciples recruited in the academy are all Gaoliang children from prominent families in the seven states of Qin.
Most of them are around ten years old, which can be considered as half-grown children, but all of them know how to eat and know nothing about other things.
Yun Rong, the fourth sword of Tianxi, had only taught for two days, and these half-year-old children were like delicate imperial flowers.
It cannot be exposed to the sun, it cannot be frozen by falling snow, it cannot be exposed to rain, it cannot be hungry, it cannot be thirsty, it cannot be tired.
Each disciple is accompanied by at least three maids to take care of his food and daily life. He has four meals a day, and every meal is not missed. After the meal, there are white tea, cakes and fruits, all available.
An immortal like Yun Rong, who has been eating and drinking for a long time, cannot understand the needs of these little brats.
But after comparing them, she suddenly realized that these mortal cubs needed to eat.
On Quanxue Peak, the young son of the sect leader...
She had never thought of taking care of him.
He never shouted about suffering and hunger, he just sat there quietly watching her meditate, practice her sword, and meditate.
Until the sun set and the golden crows sank into the sky, the sect leader went up the mountain to take him back to Dongli Xiaozhu. When he came back the next day, he never complained.
At first, she was too arrogant and didn't know how people behave. But when she suddenly came to her senses, she realized that the little baby was strange.
He seems to...never take the initiative to make demands on others.
Suddenly, Yun Rong, who was not very curious, suddenly became curious. Why did the little kid suddenly stop coming after he went up the mountain to watch the sword for seven days in a row.
Later, when I asked the sect leader, I found out that he was ill.
Also, how could a three-year-old baby withstand such torture?
That was also Yun Rong's first official visit to the courtyard to visit his young master.
It is a very simple small bamboo courtyard, surrounded by fences. A small pond is opened in the courtyard. Lotus pods are in full bloom in the pond. Among the white snow and green leaves, red koi carps can be vaguely seen swimming by.
Yun Rong glanced around casually for a few times, then entered the room. The interior was simply furnished, with no other unnecessary clutter, a table and three chairs, and two rows full of classic ancient books that had been moved from the sword pavilion.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a house where a child should live.
Yun Rong looked around and found that the extremely rare wife of the sect leader, the legendary Empress Zhongyou, was also in this room.
It is said that the Madam and the Sect Leader had a big fight recently, and the two of them have not spoken for many days.
Ying Ji was sitting sideways on the bed, with the young master's small body in her arms. His forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes were closed quietly, and his little mouth was so dry and cracked that he seemed to be sleeping in his mother's arms. On fire.
The mottled sunlight shines on them through the half-rolled curtains. Empress Ying Ji is wearing a plain white dress to match her beautiful appearance. The sunlight is blown away by the wind and blends into her eyes. It is so fine and mottled that it is almost gentle. .
Even Yun Rong, seeing this scene, gradually became infatuated.
She patted his back gently and hummed an unknown song. The sharp and cold look in her eyebrows was completely gone, just like the mother of an ordinary family.
Yun Rong looked at the small stone sculpture on Quanxue Peak that had turned into a little baby. At this moment, it was like a cat nestled in its mother's arms. That obedient and soft look suddenly made people feel...
In fact, he is no different from the children in the academy.
The sect leader was standing not far away, his eyes were cold. Compared to Ying Ji's tenderness and care, he seemed to always be so ascetic and upright, cold and stoic, unable to integrate into the world.
He seemed to be unaccustomed to seeing his child showing such a weak and bully look, he snorted coldly and said: "A loving mother often loses her son. It's true that although his qualifications are mediocre, it is rare that he has a hardworking heart and a vigilant heart. But I’ve only been up the mountain for a few days, and I don’t know why I’m so squeamish that I’ve become like this.”
Is this still squeamish? When you see the disciples in the academy, don’t you, the sect master, have to flog them day and night?
Yun Rong knew that he was at fault in this matter. He opened his lips and was about to defend his young master, but suddenly there was a chilling aura around him.
I saw Lady Ying Ji's eyes as sharp as a knife, and her majesty was evident: "I left the mountain and returned to the court for only ten days. An'er was fine before I left, but now that I have returned, I have a high fever that has not gone away for several days." Li Yu! Have you ever taken a good look at your child? He has lost a lot of weight, and his hands and feet are covered with frostbite. Everyone who knows knows that An'er is our Prince Zhongyou, the young master of the Sword Sect. Those who don't know, I'm afraid You still think he is a wild child without a father and a mother!"
Yun Rong lost a lot of weight because he didn't care about food.
Even though his hands and feet were covered with frostbite, Yun Rong was practicing swordplay on his own. He was allowed to sit on the top of a mountain in the freezing cold. The people living on the mountain were all Qi-refining monks who were not afraid of the severe cold. The sect leader did not even know why it was cold.
It didn't matter that he was not afraid of the cold because he was wearing thin clothes, but he felt that his son should be as afraid of the cold as he was. It was winter, and he didn't even have a decent little winter coat for him to wear.
It would be strange not to get frostbite on your hands and feet.
Being hungry and cold, it would be strange not to have a high fever and fall ill.
"What the hell are you talking about!"
There was no expression on Ying Ji's face, and two lines of tears fell down her face: "No, he is worse than a wild child. At least other people's wild children are free. How can he be locked up in this place by you all day long?" A small area does not know how long the sun and the moon are on earth.”
The master of the sect narrowed his eyes, obviously angry: "It is precisely because of your narrow vision that it is difficult for him to become a great person."
"I don't need my An'er to become a great person."
Ying Ji spoke in a very low voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing the sleeping son in her arms. She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead: "Even if he just becomes a useless person, he is still my child. I should devote my whole life to protecting him." He is considerate, let him be peaceful and happy.”
The lord of the sect couldn't bear to hear such conniving words. He pursed his lips tightly, with anger hidden in his eyes, and it was obvious that he was about to explode in an instant.
Empress Ying Ji was extremely calm, with a hint of exhaustion in her voice: "Bailiyu, let's get together..."
The anger in the sect master's eyes suddenly disappeared, and his expression was blank, with a hint of confusion that was not easy to detect.
He murmured in disbelief: "You...what did you say?"
Empress Ying Ji glanced at the mountains and rivers in front of the window that had never belonged to her, as if she had grown old all of a sudden: "You give me your son back, and I will give you your name, okay?"
Yun Rong saw a trace of uneasiness that he had never seen before in the face of the sect leader.
He subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, his breath was slightly disordered, and he almost gritted his teeth and said: "What you said today, I have the right to treat you as nonsense, but I won't allow it! I won't allow it! Don't even think about it!"
Perhaps because he was afraid of hearing the word "heli" from the mouth of Empress Ying Ji again, he was so confused that he almost fled away from here.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Yun Rong: Surprise or not, I ignored the young master for seven days
Lu Rong: No surprise, I once ignored my husband all night on our wedding night
The two said in unison: I'm just playing ~
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