For a long time, the world has changed, the spiritual energy in the world has dried up, and the fairy has never returned. Beichen, the young disciple who sat in Jiuli Mountain, has also become the ancestor of Beichen who is the leader in martial arts in the world.
The young Cai Zhao once asked his aunt, "Ancestor, is he really a disciple of the immortal?"
Cai Pingshu smiled: "It happened hundreds of years ago. Who knows whether it is true or not, but we of the Beichen lineage always want to put some gold on the faces of our ancestors. Zhaozhao, do you hope this is true or not?" Fake."
"I hope it's fake." Cai Zhao held his chubby little face with a serious expression.
Cai Pingshu was a little surprised and asked why.
The little girl sighed like an adult: "The other immortals have gone and flew to the sky, leaving only the ancestor alone in the world. He is so pitiful."
Cai Zhao didn't remember most of the subsequent conversation. She only remembered that the sun was very warm at that time, which made her sleepy on her aunt's lap. Her aunt's expression was very gentle, her hands were soft, and she touched her hair and mumbled something. "Zhaozhao has such a soft heart, don't walk around in the world anymore."
Cai Zhao has no intention of traveling around the world.
She likes Luoying Valley and Luoying Town, likes hearing Douhuabo’s familiar cries in the morning, likes setting up a wonton stall with a dim fire in a small shed late at night, and likes to have her family and friends around her, lazily basking in the sun. She likes to spend her whole life like this. How good.
After climbing to the top of the mountain, Cai Zhao discovered that the so-called 'top of the mountain' was an extremely empty flat top, just like a small mountain with its peaks flattened, revealing a round and flat cross-section, while the main peak ridge high in the front was shrouded in clouds and mist. Not yet there.
There are observation towers and sentry posts on the vast flat roof. When the more than ten disciples stationed there saw Cai and his party, they came over with fists clasped in the distance. Presently, a round-faced man in his thirties led the disciples to salute Cai Pingchun and his wife, and Cai Zhao and his brother returned the salute. .
Ning Xiaofeng joked: "Why is the building guarding here today? Maybe he made a mistake and was punished to Fengyunding."
Zeng Dalou raised his head and laughed: "I calculated on my fingers this morning that I would arrive at the Luoying Valley House today, so I went out and waited."
Cai Pingchun shook his head: "You were so honest when you were young, but now you have learned to be slick."
Zeng Dalou moved his lips and smiled.
Ning Xiaofeng took it and said, "You must be thinking, Cai Pingchun is pretending to be mature. He is only a few years older than me. When we played together, we threw mud at each other, but now he is setting the record for the Valley Master."
Zeng Dalou smiled and waved his hands: "I don't dare, I don't dare."
Listening to their parents talking to others, the Cai Zhao siblings whispered in their ears.
"Sister, where is the Qingque Sect? It can't be here, right? Why don't we just go on?"
"You idiot, why don't you go somewhere? Didn't you notice that the front of the flat roof is broken?"
The Cai family came up from the south slope, and the north side of the flat roof seemed to have been chopped off by a huge thick-backed machete. An arc-shaped round edge was cut off the north side of the platform, forming a clean cliff.
The two siblings stood on the edge of the cliff and looked around. Their feet were dangling in the air. The darkness below was unfathomable. On the other side of the cliff, the clouds and mist were shrouded, and nothing else could be seen clearly except the faint outline of the towering mountain peaks.
At this time, Zeng Dalou waved his hand, and a young disciple beside him took off the horn from his waist and began to blow. The sound of the trumpet was low, and the surging sound seemed to reach far to the distant mountain peaks. The siblings didn't know what was going on and were about to ask questions when Cai Pingchun had already walked over and pulled them aside.
But a moment later, there was only a frightening sound of breaking through the air from the opposite side of the cliff, as well as the clanking of iron tools, and four black iron chains like giant pythons shot out from the dense clouds like lightning.
The chains that were flying towards each other were each as thick as a strong man's arm. They came with such ferocious force and made a terrifying roar. If they hit an ordinary person, their bones would be broken and their mouths would vomit blood. The four young and strong disciples beside Zeng Mansion held their breath and concentrated, their muscles swollen. They took postures and waited for the chains to come in front of them. They caught them firmly one by one, and then quickly tied them to the iron rings nailed into the ground and fixed them.
"That's amazing..." Cai Zhao opened his mouth.
Cai Han nodded like a woodpecker: "Yes, yes, yes!"
Zeng Daodao cupped his hands and said, "Wonderful praise."
Cai Zhao was about to praise a few more words when he heard the sound of iron chains again. He quickly turned around and saw several sect disciples with their hair tied and swords carried on their backs, stepping on iron ropes and coming from the clouds and mist.
Especially the one in the lead, who is eighteen or nineteen years old, is wearing a plain robe embroidered with gold, he is handsome and handsome, and he is a rare handsome man, but he has a solemn expression and cold and arrogant eyebrows.
Cai Pingshu once said to his knee-high niece: Zhaozhao, when you look for a husband in the future, you must not find someone who is cold and arrogant, because that kind of man will definitely want you to coax him. He will be coaxed all his life. Isn't it good? Why bother asking for trouble to coax others.
So Cai Zhao made up his mind at a young age that his future husband would treat him as kindly as a shopkeeper would treat a big customer.
After returning to his senses and fixing his eyes, Cai Zhao looked at the feet of the handsome man and saw that every time he just tapped the iron rope with his toes, he could take a big step calmly. His posture was as graceful as an immortal, and he was faster than other disciples. A lot.
When they settled down, all the disciples on the flat roof clasped their fists and saluted the young man in plain robes, but he only saluted with one hand to Zeng Mansion, then bowed to Cai Pingchun and said: "Disciple Song Yuzhi, I have met Master Cai Valley, Cai lady."
While talking, the other disciples also got off the iron rope.
Cai Pingchun nodded, but Ning Xiaofeng frowned and looked at the young man's appearance: "Your surname is Song? Your father is..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion behind everyone, and there was a loud chorus of shouts in front of him. Cai Zhao turned around and saw a total of thirty-two strong warriors with their right shoulders bare, carrying a huge of chariot.
The chariot was decorated with gold and jade, and there were exquisite curtains flying on all sides. Even the four corners were decorated with red gold bells, and the tongue of the bell was actually a clear tourmaline. After the chariot, there were more people following it like a long snake with no end visible. The heavy baggage procession.
It was the first time for the Cai Zhao siblings to go out of the valley so far and they were dumbfounded on the spot. Cai Han opened his mouth wide: "Okay, what a grand occasion..."
Cai Pingchun murmured: "It turns out he is here."
Ning Xiaofeng's face was expressionless: "Why am I not surprised at all?"
Cai Zhao turned his brother's head and asked, "Do you still think I'm particular now?"
Cai Han shook his head vigorously.
Cai Zhao complained bitterly in a low voice: "I feel like I am simply scrimping on food and clothing!"
Cai Han nodded vigorously.
The young man in plain robe heard it and twitched the corner of his mouth.
The chariot stopped, and a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes walked down. The dove-blood red inlay on the gilt sword around his waist made Cai Zhao unable to open his eyes. I can honestly say that this wealthy uncle was born well, with a tall forehead and handsome features. I think he was a popular figure when he was young, and his charm has not diminished even in middle age.
It's just that Cai Zhao looked familiar to him... She turned her head sharply and asked, why does this wealthy uncle look so similar to the cold, arrogant and handsome Song Yuzhisheng next to him?
As soon as Zeng Dalou saw the people from Guangtianmen coming, he had a look of helplessness on his face. He put on a smile and bowed, and in a low voice he called his disciples to go to the edge of the cliff to find out what was being arranged.
Song Yuzhi ignored Cai Zhao's appraising gaze, stepped forward and said, "Father, you are here."
Father Song was very happy to see his son, with admiration in his eyes: "Yuzhi, your Qinggong has improved again."
At this time, another arrogant Plath's voice came from behind: "Father, don't tell me about Yu Zhi. It's been a long time since you wrote home."
Everyone followed the sound and saw a handsome young man riding a magnificent horse. The pure gold bridle alone was worth a lot of money. He was followed by another rider. The knight was born ordinary, and so were the horses.
Cai Zhao frowned. It was such a waste of natural resources to use such a magnificent horse to climb a hillside.
Ning Xiaofeng rolled her eyes and asked Zeng Building: "When you counted on your fingers, did you count that he would arrive today?"
Zeng Building smiled awkwardly.
Song Yuzhi stepped forward again, bowed his hands and saluted: "Eldest brother, second brother, Yuzhi has met two elder brothers." Then he introduced to the Cai family that the one with ordinary clothes was Xiuzhi, the eldest son of Song Dynasty. The one with the same attire as Song's father was the dazzling one. Zi Maozhi.
Song Xiuzhi immediately dismounted and saluted, but Song Maozhi raised his nostrils and slapped him haha.
Cai Pingchun's expression remained unchanged, while Ning Xiaofeng couldn't help but touch her waist pouch. Cai Zhao knew that his mother's hands were itchy, so he quickly went over and held his mother's hands in a low voice.
"Pingchun, I haven't seen you for a long time, you haven't changed at all." Song Shijun, the master of Guangtianmen, walked towards the Cai family proudly.
"I don't dare to take it seriously. I've seen Brother Song." Cai Pingchun bowed his hand, and then gave the right to speak to his wife.
Ning Xiaofeng smiled but said: "It's okay, okay, Pingchun is young after all, so naturally he hasn't changed much, but the leader of the Song family has changed a lot... This belt requires more material than before."
Song Shijun's face suddenly darkened: "Nvxia Ning is still as talkative as before." But he couldn't help but touch his waist with his hands - the leader of the Song family was indeed extraordinary in appearance and majestic, but he was also... a little bit fatter.
Song Shijun thought of his identity, and it would be disgraceful to win by talking to a woman, so his eyes turned and he saw the Cai Zhao siblings beside him, "This is Zhao Zhao who will join the Qingque Sect in the near future. I have long heard that Brother Ke, I’m talking about you. Alas, it’s a pity that your aunt is dead, otherwise I would be able to drink and talk with her again this time.”
Cai Zhao's doubts were sincere: "Sect Master Song is very familiar with my aunt?"
"That's natural." Sect Leader Song smiled maturely and steadily.
"But my aunt has never mentioned Master Song." This is the truth, because Miss Cai considers herself to be upright and never lies.
Song family father and son:…….
Ning Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing and wanted to hold her daughter and give her a kiss.
It was Cai Pingchun, who was kind-hearted, who came out to smooth things over: "Brother Song, recently Sunset Valley has made two pairs of excellent golden sore medicines. How about brother's palm eye? Xiaofeng, you come too."
Song Shijun nodded stiffly and followed Cai and his wife to the side. Cai Zhao heard it from afar, and he seemed to be unwilling to ask, "Pingchun, your sister has really never mentioned me." Then Ning Xiaofeng interrupted, "Don't you know what Sister Pingshu will say when she mentions you, Master Song?" , it’s better not to ask hurtful words’…
Chapter 3
The only ones left in the same place are juniors.
Song Yuzhi raised his eyebrows and said: "Nvxia Cai passed away three years ago, and my father brought his brother to express his condolences." The implication is that there is no need to pretend that you have never met Song's father.
Cai Zhao said seriously: "When my aunt passed away, I had a high fever and was bedridden for more than half a month. I didn't even make it to my aunt's funeral, and I never saw any guests who came to express condolences."
Song Yuzhi was actually very sincere. He thought about it and said, "Back then, Heroine Cai turned the tide and liberated the martial arts world from hanging upside down. She never thought of dying young. It's really a pity."
Cai Zhao said nothing and turned his head.
Song Maozhi became impatient: "My father is the master of the Guangtian Sect. You are so young and you just spoke so rudely. I don't know who taught you that!" He didn't care how much sacrifice Cai Pingshu made for the martial arts.
"My aunt taught me." Cai Zhaodao, "My aunt raised me when I was born. She said there are too many rules in the world, and having a conscience is more important than having rules. As long as you have a conscience, whether you have rules or not is just a trivial matter."
Song Maozhi was furious: "You said I have no conscience!"
Cai Zhao was surprised: "No, no, how could it be possible? I just think that Second Young Master Song has no rules."
Everyone:...
Song Maozhi was furious: "What did you say?!"
Cai Zhao pointed to a small stone stele half hidden in the grass: "The stele clearly says 'At this point, all guests are asked to dismount and stop.' The masters of the Song Dynasty got off the chariot in advance, and the second young master is still on the horse. .”
Song Mao choked up and shouted: "My father and Sect Master Qi are brothers and don't care about these red tapes..."
"My aunt and Sect Master Qi have been close friends for eight years. My parents didn't dare to put on airs." Cai Zhao finished the second part of the sentence.
Because successive generations of Qingque Sect masters were heroic and informal, the rules on the stone tablet had not been strictly enforced for decades, but Song Maozhi could not say this directly.
"...Sect Master Qi is a generous man, how can he get entangled in trivial matters!"
"You can't say that. When the second young master entered a shop, the shopkeeper said, 'I am lucky to have met the second young master.' Did the second young master just believe it and don't have to pay? My future master is just being polite. The host is polite, but how can the guest touch his face? How can he bully a gentleman?" Cai Zhao felt that the second son of the Song Dynasty was not very upright.
Song Yuzhi on the side did not help, but only narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Cai Zhao.
The little girl is only fifteen years old, with green hair and fair skin, and is bright and beautiful. However, she pretends to be old-fashioned and speaks righteously, which makes her feel inexplicably happy.
"What does this have to do with you!" Song Maozhi began to speak indiscriminately.
Cai Zhao felt that the Second Young Master Song was not only unkind, but also had a bad mind: "The Second Young Master Song is confused. I will become a disciple in two or three days - my future sect, my future sect rules, my future master, Why is it none of my business?"
"That means you are not a disciple of the Qingque Sect now!"
"Second Young Master is talking nonsense again. If you see your unmarried daughter-in-law going to drink wine, do you think she is not married yet and it is none of my business?"
"The names have been decided, only the wedding ceremony is missing, how can it be the same?!"
"My apprenticeship has been decided. The elders on both sides have been exchanging letters for several years, and everything has been settled. What's the difference?"
