Holding Duanmu Rulan's hand, Yelu Mingzhu asked blankly: "Who are you?"
Time is running like water, eleven years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the appearance of her mother has long been blurred in the girl's heart.
If it weren't for the faint trace of family affection, she would never have left Feiyun Temple with the woman in front of her. Fortunately, just when she was about to go berserk, she heard the message from her master.
Duanmu Ruolan sighed softly, took out a silk scarf and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, took her little hand and murmured.
"You can't remember my appearance, but mother can't forget you!"
Although eleven years have passed, Duanmu Ruolan still worries about her daughter all the time.
In order to take revenge that day, she did not hesitate to leave Yelu Royal Court and took the poison from Yun Zhongchen... just because Yelu Qi flatly rejected her request.
It was at that moment that she realized that her father-killing enemy was actually this guy's good brother!
She just felt that God was playing a joke on her, sending her enemy's brother to the eyes of her own people and letting her give birth to a daughter for him.
In her rage, she did everything regardless!
It was not until a few years later, when she quietly went to Yelu Palace to pick up the Yelu Pearl, that she realized that Yelu Qi had handed her over to the enemy who killed her father before she died.
This is also the reason why Feixian Island in the South China Sea has remained on hold for many years.
Because she and Yun Zhongchen both have to wait, waiting for the Master of the Five Regions Dynasty to leave this world again!
Both she, Yun Zhongchen, and the island owner Yun Tiannan knew that the Imperial Master who had left the void could not stay in this world forever.
They have to wait for the most suitable time to capture the three towns in southern Xinjiang in one fell swoop!
Just like the five royal courts in the grassland back then, after capturing the three towns, they headed all the way to Nanyun City!
Unlike the grassland tribes, they have been preparing for more than ten years, their troops are strong, and they have gradually figured out the deployment of troops in southern Xinjiang.
Everything is just waiting for the spring breeze to blow up.
"Mother?!"
Yelu Mingzhu just repeated it softly in her mouth, and she felt like she was struck by lightning. She was speechless looking at the incredibly beautiful woman in front of her.
She had thought a thousand times in her dream that when they met again, she would severely humiliate this cruel woman who had abandoned her and caused her to lose her father.
She even thought about the first time she remembered Zhan Luo. It was either Yun Zhongchen, the enemy who killed her father, or the woman in front of her.
The corners of his mouth moved again and again, the fists in his hands clenched and then quietly dropped.
I don't know how long it took until the sedan entered the most gorgeous palace in Feixian Island, and Duanmu Ruolan took her little hand and sat down at the table by the window.
Looking at her, she sighed and said softly: "Actually, my real name is Duanmu Ruolan, and I am your biological mother."
Yelv Mingzhu didn’t know the origin of his mother, but in the Apricot Blossom Valley of Tianshan Mountain, Li Xiuyuan met Yelu Mingzhu when she was about to leave.
Finally, he told her the past grudges in detail.
In his opinion, whether it is good or bad, bitter or sweet, all must be faced by his disciples one by one.
Because this is her past, her life.
Just like what the old monk said when Yelu Mingzhu followed Duanmu Ruolan down the mountain, I hope she can recite it and stop reciting it.
After tonight, let go of the past.
He does not ask Yelu Pearl to let go of Yun Zhongchen, but he hopes Yelu Pearl to let Duanmu Ruolan go. After all, blood is thicker than water.
He didn't want the disciple he finally found to live with the painful memories of matricide in the years to come.
With a sound of wow, Yelu Mingzhu had been holding back the tears for eleven years, and finally they couldn't stop pouring out at this moment.
She has no control over the grudge between the Beihai Islands and her master, and the hatred between her mother and her master is not what she wants. At the moment, she only remembers her mother's vague appearance on the grassland.
She only remembers the heartbreaking pain when her father turned into ashes. Although she was only three years old at that time, many memories of that year have been thrown into the long river of time.
But she has followed her father since she was a child, but she will never forget every moment of his carrying her for a walk on the grassland.
In Li Xiuyuan's words, God forbids her to forget that!
Just like Li Xiuyuan transformed into Po Meng and boiled the Forgotten Soul Soup on the Forgotten River for a hundred years, and despite the wind and rain for a hundred years, he still could not forget the events of his previous life.
That is a mark that cannot be erased with a bowl of Meng Po soup.
This is the pain in Li Xiuyuan’s heart!
It was also the pain in Yelu Mingzhu's heart, a pain that she could not understand at the moment.
Tears like the Milky Way falling from the sky to the earth, Yelu Mingzhu hugged Duanmu while yelling and cursing, and calling out loudly!
Wang Ruyi has a mother, Xiaolian and Ergou have a mother, brother Watson has a mother, even Watson's master has a mother, but she, Yelu Mingzhu, does not.
This is the eternal pain in her heart, and it is also the hatred that she cannot shake off or erase.
Unexpectedly, when mother and daughter reunited today, it was because of his wave of the sword!
Fortunately, in her desperation at that time, she had no way to take out the Sword of Death from the sword case, otherwise she would have been afraid that her mother would have fallen under her sword.
Mother and daughter had been separated for eleven years. At this time, Yelu Mingzhu had already burst into tears, and even Duanmu Ruolan could not hold back her tears.
Yelu Mingzhu wants to find back the maternal love she has lost in the past eleven years, and Duanmu Ruolan wants to find the family love she has lost in the past eleven years from Yelu Mingzhu.
Somehow, she never got pregnant again after she left Yiyeluqi.
For this reason, she had no choice but to let Yun Zhongchen marry the second wife seven years after marrying Yun Zhongchen, because Yun Tiannan wanted Yun Zhongchen to complete the important matter of passing on the family line.
Eleven years later, Duanmu Ruolan held her daughter in her arms. No matter how reserved she was, she couldn't help but pour out her emotions.
Yelu Mingzhu did not ask her mother what she had done in the past eleven years, because the old monk repeatedly told her many truths.
Not to mention that when Li Xiuyuan gave her the Tianshan General Spirit Sword, he had already spent two days explaining to her what it meant to stop thinking and to stop thinking.
Because she is Yelu Mingzhu, the apprentice of an old monk, a legendary girl who has practiced the power of the stars.
One day, it will also be the legend of the Five Domains Dynasty.
On the contrary, Duanmu Ruolan naturally wanted to find out how much suffering her daughter had suffered in the past eleven years, and why she made such careful inquiries.
Even she, who was in the realm of transcending tribulation, couldn't see through her daughter's cultivation?
Is it possible that his daughter's cultivation level has surpassed his own? Didn't the Master of the Five Domains Dynasty teach his daughter how to practice?
Both of these things seemed incredible to her.
So, she couldn't help but ask: "Mingzhu, why can't my mother see through your cultivation? There is no trace of Qi in your body? Didn't your master teach you how to practice?"
Yelu Mingzhu looked at her and shook his head: "Master only teaches Mingzhu how to practice swordsmanship. The old monk takes care of the matters of practice."
The moment her mother asked her about her practice, Yelu Mingzhu remembered what Li Xiuyuan told her.
Even his mother, Hua Luoyu and others should not reveal their secrets.
The only thing everyone knew about Shang was that Li Xiuyuan was teaching her how to practice swordsmanship, and she was still practicing the same swordsmanship as her brothers and sisters.
So, she found a recognized excuse for herself.
When Duanmu Ruolan heard this, she couldn't help but frown.
He looked at her and asked: "Why doesn't your master teach you how to practice? Is it so important to teach you how to practice swordsmanship? What's going on with the old monk?"
In her opinion, if the Imperial Master cannot teach her daughter, she does not mind leaving Yelu Pearl on Feixian Island and teaching her herself.
Fortunately, at the age of fourteen, it was still too late.
Unexpectedly, Yelu Mingzhu shook his head and replied: "The old monk said that Mingzhu is a late bloomer in his cultivation. I'm afraid he will have to practice hard for another ten or eight years."
Except for the old monk and Li Xiuyuan, she would not believe anyone at the moment.
Not to mention that Li Xiuyuan had warned her countless times, even the old monk also told her that once she resolved the cause and effect of the Five Realms, he would take her away from the Five Realms Starry Sky.
Even her aunt Yuezhi and her younger brother Yelu Jimin cannot go to that world.
Everything is because she has cultivated the power of the stars.
Duanmu Ruolan took her hand, sighed heavily, and asked quietly: "Where did this old monk come from? Could he have lied to you?"
After thinking for a while, Yelu Mingzhu replied: "Master also knows the old monk, and Mingzhu practiced with the old monk because the master agreed."
Although she did not know the origin of the old monk, Yelu Mingzhu believed in her master, who accepted her as a disciple after rejecting Watson and Wang Ruyi.
In her heart, her master loved her as much as her father, and he would give it to her without any hesitation.
Even if I read the spirit sword, it is different from Brother Watson and the others.
Duanmu Ruolan sighed again, wiped her tears, and asked, "Let me see your sword."
In her opinion, the national master who is known as the legend of the five regions should give his daughter a peerless spiritual sword, right?
Yelu Mingzhu also held the silk scarf to wipe away the tears on her face, and then wiped Duanmu Ruolan carefully.
Then with a flick of his hand, a bamboo sword glowing with purple light appeared in front of Duanmu Ruolan. The bamboo sword was turned upside down and gently handed to Duanmu Ruolan's hand.
"This is the bamboo sword that Master cut for Pearl."
In Yelu Mingzhu's view, maybe this winter, she can use this bamboo sword to chop off seven or eight snowflakes with one sword.
Duanmu Ruolan screamed when she got the bamboo sword. No matter how much she thought about it, she never expected that the hateful guy just cut a bamboo sword and gave it to her daughter.
"That's outrageous. How can you kill an enemy with a bamboo sword?!"
At this time, Duanmu Ruolan was not thinking about how far her daughter's swordsmanship had reached, but how a bamboo sword could face such dangers today?
If Yelu Mingzhu deals with those men in black today alone, how will she escape?
"Tomorrow, I will find you a spiritual sword. No matter what, I can't continue to use a bamboo sword!"
Duanmu Ruolan looked at her and said seriously: "You are my Duanmu Ruolan's daughter. Even if you are walking around the world, you cannot be so shabby!"
If it weren't for the fact that the skirt Yelu Mingzhu was wearing was worth a lot of money, she would have even doubted whether the national preceptor was abusing her daughter.
Unexpectedly, Yelu Mingzhu shook her head gently when she heard this, reached out to take the bamboo sword and said, "Brother Watson and sister Ruyi, they also use the same bamboo sword as Mingzhu."
Yelu Mingzhu gently stroked the sword body and murmured: "This bamboo sword has been with Mingzhu for eleven years, and will always be by Mingzhu's side in the future."
Duanmu Ruolan sighed, frowned and said, "You have been practicing swordsmanship for eleven years? Tell me, what swordsmanship have you practiced?"
In her opinion, if that guy didn't teach her daughter powerful swordsmanship, the worst she could do was pass on Feilong Island's swordsmanship to Yelu Mingzhu.
Yelu Mingzhu couldn't help but have a faint smile on her face as she thought about Watson, Guisheng and others practicing swordplay on Tianshan Mountain.
He said softly: "It's a very simple sword technique, its name is Tianshan Zhanxue!"
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