"I listen to you."
Wenren Zhaoye's expression was serious, but also seemed to have some unnoticeable nervousness, and there was a slight sweat on the tip of his nose.
Luo Tianxing didn't expect that after waiting for a long time, the young man could only hold back these five words. He couldn't help but said: "That's it?"
Wenren Zhaoye nodded heavily.
As if he was afraid that Luo Tianxing would think he was perfunctory, he made another vow: "Whatever you want is fine, I will listen to you... Anyway, no matter what, I will live up to you and I will never complain."
Luo Tianxing looked at him with a smile, "No matter what, you will never complain? Can you keep your word?"
Wenren Zhaoye seemed to notice something after hearing her words. His heart dropped suddenly, but he nodded with difficulty, "Definitely."
After he finished his mute words, he lowered his arms, and his normally straight shoulders slumped slightly, looking like a nervous prisoner after going to the execution ground.
"knew."
Luo Tianxing said nothing more, nodded and turned back to the yard.
Wenren Zhaoye was a little confused outside the door, and he saw a head squeezed out of the door that had just been closed. Luo Tianxing saw that he hadn't left yet, so he smiled and said, "I forgot to mention it just now, I'm optimistic about you, Brother Ye."
Wenren Zhaoye was stunned when he heard the name "Brother Ye", and his face suddenly turned red. He took two steps back as if he couldn't breathe. After all, he didn't dare to look at her again, and turned around and ran away without saying a word. .
At this time, the young man still didn't know the weight of this "hopeful" sentence.
Luo Tianxing was overjoyed as she watched the young man leave in a hurry. For some reason, she felt a little sad again in her heart.
She had probably guessed that Wenren Zhaoye would answer this way, and the test just now was just to confirm again.
Luo Tianxing closed the door, and heavy snow fell in the courtyard. Under the plum tree, the stunning woman had been waiting for her for a long time, standing there quietly like a beautiful statue carved from white jade.
Yue Manyi said softly: "How...can I know your answer now?"
Luo Tianxing raised his eyes slightly and explained seriously: "To be honest, I was forced to come here when I came here, but the situation has been very different in the past few years. I have two sisters in my family who are very good to me. Prepare a way back for me."
Yue Manyi nodded, but there was no disappointment on his face, "So you don't need my help."
Luo Tianxing laughed, "Although I don't need it, there is one person who does. So, I want to discuss another deal with you, is that okay?"
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Zhongtian Yuanzhou, within the territory of the Yun Clan.
With the sound of the sword cutting through flesh and blood, everything around him became silent.
Above the banquet, in the main hall, there is splendor and splendor, with jade inlays and carved lanterns. The music of the harp is mixed with the chatter and laughter of men and women. Cups are being pushed and cups are being exchanged. As they drink and drink, a rolled-up bead curtain with a faint fragrance blows over. , almost making people drunk.
This was all before the sword came out. Now, all the men and women in the palace are staring at the man with blood splattered three feet on the ground, and no one dares to say anything. They were either shocked and pale, or indifferent, or they moved their eyes rapidly to figure out other people's faces. The appearances of all the living beings were different, like a long scroll depicting the various expressions of the living beings at the banquet.
Only the embarrassed man who was nailed to the ground with a sword said angrily:
"Yun Wumeng, you killed your brother and your father in vain... the saint's teachings, do you dare to tell everyone the truth today, in order to ascend to the position of patriarch, how many brothers and sisters did you... have on your hands? blood?"
As he spoke, his voice became louder and louder, as if he was questioning her. His eyes were fixed on the woman holding the sword, and his eyes were about to burst.
The woman was wearing a gorgeous palace dress embroidered with a golden phoenix. Her hair was tied up in a high bun, and she was dazzling. There were gold jewels and jade hanging on her hair and neck. The phoenix on her clothes even seemed to have golden light flowing, spreading its wings and about to fly. .
Yun Wumeng's beautiful face was full of indifference. She didn't speak, and no one at the table dared to speak.
A string of light piano music flowed slowly, diluting the smell of blood at the banquet.
Closest to the chairperson's seat, a gentle woman in a lake-green skirt sat holding a piano. Her crow-green hair was tied to her cheeks, and there was a small mole under her lip.
When she saw that her music attracted everyone's attention, she smiled at them. She was so beautiful.
She raised her two slender hands and gestured something to the personal attendant beside her.
The attendant nodded, straightened up and said: "Miss Xian said, I am extremely sorry for disturbing everyone. The banquet will end first. I hope that the distinguished guests will forgive me. It is a family matter of the Yun family. All of us here are elders of the Yun family. We are all prosperous." , one loss will lead to loss, and I also ask you not to spread today’s events outside.”
There was another "Where is that?" and "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," rang out, and everyone left the table quickly, not even daring to look at it for fear of being implicated.
Many of them knew the man whose heart was pierced by a sword. He was the sixth son of the former clan leader. In the past, everyone in the clan would respectfully call him "Sixth Young Master" when they saw him.
He has been extremely talented and domineering since he was a child. He developed a golden elixir at a young age and is a strong contender for the position of the next clan leader.
The glory of the time disappeared in a blink of an eye, and after the "accidental" death of the former patriarch, it is his eighth daughter Yun Wumeng who now firmly holds the position of patriarch.
The proud son of heaven in the past was now like a prodigal dog. He planned an assassination at the banquet without any hesitation. Before he could take action, Yun Wumeng saw through it and nailed him to the ground with a sword.
A girl in red clothes was led away from the palace by her father. She turned back and glanced back, and the sound still echoed in the palace.
"And you, Yun Xian, back then my father not only didn't dislike you for being born mute, but actually took pity on you, but you two bitches worked together to kill him. There are one hundred and twenty of us brothers and sisters, right? If I am killed by you, I will be forced to flee to the lower world by you... You are a snake-hearted woman who harms your brothers and feet, and your soul will fly away in the future... If your soul is broken, it will not be a good thing——"
Before he finished speaking, there was another muffled sound of a sharp sword slicing through flesh. The sword was pulled out of his body, and the wound instantly bled. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and it didn't take long before he died completely.
The girl in red clothes was blindfolded. When she turned her head back, she saw her uncle's majestic face.
The man shook his head seriously at her.
The girl in red clothes was so frightened that her eyes burst into tears and she did not dare to say a word.
She didn't want to come to this banquet in the first place. Even though she was young, she knew that the most respected elders of the Duyun tribe who came to the banquet were all great people who could turn mountains and seas with one sword. She and her uncle were simply here Out of place.
Because her uncle is just a messenger running errands for noble people.
Ever since the girl in Zhu Yi could remember, her uncle would often leave home for ten days and a half, just to go to the lower world to deliver a letter to the clan leader.
Just after listening to the man's words before his death, the girl in red clothes couldn't help but start to drift away. Her uncle had been going to the lower world many times over the years. Was it to deliver a message to one of the clan leader's brothers and sisters?
But isn't the patriarch hunting them down? How could he write to them?
At this time, her delicate palms held by the man felt pain, and the man said in a deep voice: "Zhu'er, salute!"
Only then did the girl in red clothes realize that the woman who had been playing the piano in the palace had stood in front of her at some point and was looking at her with a smile.
She hurriedly saluted and said, "Zhu'er has met Miss Xian."
Perhaps out of a child's intuition, she always felt that this soft and frail Miss Xian frightened her more than the Yun Wumeng clan leader who used a sword to kill people in the palace.
Yun Xian smiled and touched her head. The attendant behind her took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the man with great care.
The attendant said: "Miss Xian said, 'It's been really hard on you for traveling back and forth between the two places these past years.'"
The man clasped his hands in his fists and said hurriedly: "It's just my job, I can't afford Miss Xian's trouble."
Yun Xian pursed her lips and smiled.
The attendant said: "Miss Xian said, 'I hope Brother Lin will never be so polite to us sisters. There are many elders in the clan, but the three of us sisters can really trust only a few. Xing'er told me specifically before leaving. By the way, Brother Lin is a good person.'"
The man's heart was shocked. Others may not know it, but he used to be one of the guards who personally guarded Luo Tianxing, so he knew that his young lady had a magical power since she was born.
Just by glancing at a person with her eyes, she could tell how many lives that person had, how many blessings he had, and even the people's disfavor, good and evil, could not escape her sight.
She said that whoever is a good person can be trusted, no matter how duplicitous and evil-minded that person may seem, he must actually be a loyal and loyal man in his heart.
And if she said she was optimistic about someone, even if that person was just a little loach rolling in the mud, one day he would be able to grow horns and turn into a lin, turn into feathers and become an immortal, and become a real dragon and phoenix among men.
The attendant remained expressionless as he continued: "Miss Xian also said, 'The remnants of the clan have been wiped out over the years, so you will have to run this job for at most half a year. When Xing'er returns home in half a year, Immeasurable Sword Immortal Yue Jiazi will come to the Yun Clan, and I will introduce Zhuer to him.'"
The man was overjoyed and pressed the girl's head in red clothes and said, "Zhu'er, why don't you thank Miss Xian quickly?"
The girl in red clothes bowed ignorantly. After she straightened up, she was still timid and did not dare to look directly at Yun Xian.
Yunxian felt the girl's fear of her. She didn't feel displeased. Instead, she seemed to think of someone through this little girl, and there was a bit of emotion in her eyes.
After she told the attendant beside her something, she turned around and hugged Qin and left.
The girl in red clothes felt the tall attendant taking two steps in front of her, like a dark cloud pressing over her head, and she couldn't help but lower her head nervously. But the attendant raised her arm and put a few candies in her hand.
The girl in red clothes opened her eyes wide in surprise, wondering if she could close them, so she looked at her uncle.
The man said: "Miss Xian gives it to you, so you take it."
After the attendant gave the candy to the girl in red clothes, he walked up to catch up with Yun Xian's retreating figure.
The girl in red clothes looked at Yunxian's figure inexplicably in a daze. She felt that this woman was not as scary as before, but more like a gentle big sister.
She peeled off the candy wrapper and put the candy into her mouth, her left cheek bulging.
tasty.
The night flashed by, and today was the day when the Wenren family tested the cultivation of their disciples.
Under the shade of a tree, Luo Tianxing's face was covered with a bamboo hat to protect him from the sun. He was taking a nap against the roots of a tree, away from the noisy crowd in the square.
From time to time, there were bursts of exclamations in the square, and the sounds reached her ears one after another.
"Ninth level of Qi training! Wen Renxiao has made such rapid progress. He truly deserves to be the first person of our generation!"
"What number one? Have you forgotten Wenren Xiuxiu, who was taken away by Xiaoxiang Pavilion a few years ago? He is flashy. In my opinion, he is no match for women."
"Stop arguing. These two are rare talents that have been seen in decades. We heard that they are about to rise..."
Under the shade of the tree, Luo Tianxing was half asleep, and suddenly she felt that the sky was bright. Without even thinking, she knew who had taken away the bamboo hat that covered her face, so she turned around like a rogue, covered her eyes with her arms and continued to sleep.
It's obvious that the person being bullied can't speak.
Wenren Zhaoye was a little helpless. He first reached out and shook Luo Tianxing's arm. Seeing that the girl had no reaction, he stretched out his hand and pinched the flesh on her cheek.
Luo Tianxing opened his eyes instantly and feigned anger: "Wenren Zhaoye, you are so brave-"
She suddenly became silent in the middle of her words, wondering if it was not a good idea for her to speak to the future Immortal Lord like this.
Wenren Zhaoye was not annoyed, but smiled, "I detected you right away. How are you prepared?"
"Cultivation is what it should be, what is there to prepare for?"
Luo Tianxing stretched out a hand and took her bamboo hat back. She was about to cover her face again, but her wrist was grabbed.
Wen Renzhaoye looked at her seriously, shook his head, and pointed to the platform for testing cultivation, asking her to hurry over with him.
Wenren Zhaoye knew Luo Tianxing's temper very well and knew that she didn't care much about many things. For example, last time he had something to do and was unable to help her get the disciple uniform. When the eldest lady went to collect it in person, only the one size larger was left.
She didn't choose, she rolled up her sleeves and wore it happily.
Wen Renzhaoye has been very demanding of himself since he was a child. Training in winter and summer is the most basic of the basics. He is reluctant to waste any time at all. He cannot understand this kind of lazy behavior whenever he has free time. It's also quite puzzling for someone with a dawdling temper like Luo Tianxing.
Most of the things he could do were done directly for Luo Tianxing. There were some things he couldn't help, so he had to help her and urge her to do them.
Luo Tianxing's bitter expression was lifted up by Wen Renzhaoye, and the two of them moved to the testing table.
At this time, there was a young man standing on the testing table. He was of medium height, with a handsome face that was slightly evil. He held a folding fan in his hand and hung a jade pendant from his waist, looking proud of the spring breeze.
"Wen Renxiao, nine levels of Qi training!"
As the elder on the stage announced the results, there was another burst of exclamation below. The disciples looking up to him in the audience had more or less envy on their faces, and the young man on the stage also enjoyed this look very much. There is a lot of contentment in the look.
He saw Luo Tianxing in the crowd, his eyes lit up, and he quickly walked down the stage and walked to her, regardless of enjoying the admiration of the people in the audience.
