The night is full of stars.
In the small yellow mud courtyard, Yi Ning sat on the steps, looking solemnly and looking ahead.
In front of him was a little girl wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket. The child's skin was dark and inconspicuous in the dark night.
She was kneeling on the ground, holding a small bowl in her hand. The bowl was filled with water. The water was not clean, and there was sand at the bottom. There was a herb floating on the water.
Tong Qian raised the small bowl and said, "Master, drink tea."
Yi Ning took it and drank it in one gulp.
Some things, fate has arrived and things fall into place naturally.
Some things cannot be forced upon despite all hardships.
In this Gobi Desert, Yi Ning accepted the world's first disciple, a deaf and blind orphan.
There is no red tape, not even kowtow, just a bowl of murky lake water.
"From today on, as long as you are reasonable, don't be afraid of anything, no matter who the other party is, even if it's an immortal or an emperor."
Yi Ning lifted Tong Qian up and dusted off the tattered cotton-padded jacket. He said in a gentle voice, "You just need to remember that I am behind you."
The little girl who was as black as coal nodded wildly. She was so happy now, but she wanted to cry for some reason.
Tong Qian bit her lips tightly, her gray eyes looked hazy. She didn't dare to cry. She was afraid that if she cried, she would be annoying and the master would not want her.
"In front of me, there is no need to suppress yourself, you are still a child."
Yi Ning knelt down and was level with Tong Qian, "A child's world should be one where the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the willows follow."
After hearing this, Tong Qian couldn't help crying "Wow" anymore, and then threw himself into Yi Ning's arms, crying louder and louder.
She cried very hard, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had suffered in the past ten years.
Yi Ning said nothing more, just waiting for the little girl to vent her emotions.
After a long time, Tong Qian suddenly froze and remembered something.
Yi Ning asked: "What's wrong?"
Tong Qian slapped his fist: "Today is February 2, the dragon raises its head."
After speaking, she picked up a stone and drew a circle on the muddy ground.
The round shape on the soil was crooked and the girl couldn't see it, but her expression was particularly pious.
"It seems not round enough." Tong Qian scratched his head and changed his position to start drawing again.
"Let me help you." Yi Ning stepped forward and squeezed her hand. The little girl stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.
Yi Ning took the child's arm, and Tong Qian held the stones in his arm. They worked together to draw circles on the ground.
After finishing the painting, Tong Qian threw the stone into the circle and clasped his hands together: "The dragon raises its head and collects dust. My family has no food and can only use stones instead. Dragon God forgives me. I hope the Dragon God will protect me and my eldest brother, as well as Niu Niu and the others." .”
"Moo~" Ting Wu even blessed himself when he heard it, and he was so happy that he mooed.
But Yi Ning suddenly tapped Tong Qian on the forehead and pretended to be angry: "You still call me big brother?"
Tong Qian scratched the back of his head: "Master...Master?"
"Yeah that's right."
Yi Ning smiled, then imitated Tong Qian, picked up a stone and threw it into the circle, clasping his hands together: "I hope the Dragon God will bless Tong Qian."
After doing this, he took Tong Qian and walked outside the house: "I'll take you to eat."
Two figures walked towards the village, chatting as they walked.
"Why do you always carry this umbrella?"
"I'm always alone, and Sister Yu comes very suddenly every time. I feel safe with an umbrella."
"Have you always been alone before?"
"Yes, my father died when I was young, and my mother remarried and went to who knows where."
"Do you hate your mother?"
"I..."
Tong Qian frowned, but decided not to lie. She said, "I hate her! I still remember the way she left me. I knelt on the ground. At that time, I really wished someone could tell me not to be afraid."
"anyone there?"
"No."
"What about you?"
"If there is no such person, I will be that person myself!"
...
Bian'an.
Prosperous, four corners and eight streets have been words used to describe the capital of a country since ancient times.
A complex of buildings with yellow roofs and red walls occupies half of the entire Bian'an area. It is the Imperial City of Daqian, a place where countless scholars and military commanders dream.
The construction craftsmen gave full play to the "Three Sculptures, Four Wonders, and Nine Thoughts" to fully demonstrate the solemnity and simplicity of the imperial city.
Just at this time,
Inside the imperial city, in the imperial study room, the sound of broken objects continued to sound, destroying the solemn atmosphere.
The current emperor of Daqian, Zhou Jing, is only thirty now. He is in his prime and handsome. He was originally high-spirited, but now he looks sad.
He looked at the memorial on the table, and then at the ministers who were kneeling under the stage, and his anger became even more intense. With a wave of his hand, he swept his favorite ink niche to the ground. The white jade collided with the ground and fell apart, making a crisp sound.
The noise made Zhou Jin feel a little relieved. He sat back down and glanced at the group of ostrich-like ministers again. Zhou Jin pointed at them and cursed:
"The Imperial Preceptor went to the Confucian Temple, and the return date is uncertain. It has only been more than a month, and there are so many problems in the country's government affairs? So if the Imperial Preceptor leaves one day, will our Daqian Kingdom be directly destroyed?"
The word "destruction of the country" carries too much weight, so the ministers buried their heads lower. Even if they had ideas in their hearts, they did not dare to speak first, for fear of being the first to bear the wrath of His Majesty alone.
Therefore, the entire imperial study room fell into deathly silence again. Zhou Jing rubbed his eyebrows with his hands and sighed after a long time: "Let's talk about the big events recently."
An eunuch lowered his head and stepped forward to report.
"Today we are working hard, there are three main things."
"The first is about the Ministry of War. The day before yesterday, another small country surrendered to Chengtian Kingdom and became a subsidiary of Chengtian. According to reliable information, Chengtian Kingdom is recruiting troops on a large scale and has to be on guard."
"Secondly, regarding the Ministry of Rites, the country's great talents are in short supply. This situation is even more obvious after the departure of the National Master. The imperial examination system needs to be improved without delay."
"As for third place, Mai Yue..."
The eunuch was about to say more, but when he saw His Majesty raising his hand, he quickly stepped back and closed his mouth.
Zhou Jing tapped his fingers on the table: "One or two things, I'll give you a week to come up with a response plan, then step back."
"Promise, I'm leaving." This was the only thing they said from the beginning to the end.
Zhou Jing looked tired: "Did the person from Maiyue Mansion find the information?"
The personal eunuch quickly replied: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I only know that the monk has been to Chaoyang Mansion and surrounding areas. As for the people and gods he has come into contact with, the Supervisor Tiansi has also interrogated them one by one, and he does not know the specific details."
"I understand, please step back." There was no expression on Zhou Ji's face.
After a while, he was the only one left in the room.
The Emperor of Daqian State lamented, and then took out a messenger talisman from his arms.
The jade talisman was sent by the Imperial Master from the Confucian Temple. Zhou Jin had already read the contents, but he couldn't help but read it again at this time.
There were only more than a hundred words in the talisman, but every word made Zhou Jing's brows furrow.
[Chen Qing, a great leader of the Yin-Yang family, is in Chengtian Kingdom. He is suspected of forming an alliance with Chengtian and needs to prepare for war. ]
[Your Majesty organizes the ministers to do a good job in recruiting soldiers in the lower five realms. There are not many Taoist friends in Chengtian Kingdom in the middle five realms. I will invite my friends to return to the capital as soon as possible. ]
[Chen Qing is a Jade Purity monk. If he interferes in the war between the two countries, he will break the rules of Tao Zun. I will ask Bai Yujing for instructions. ]
[But before that, Your Majesty needs to prepare for the worst. After all, the other party is a member of the Yin Yang family. ]
"Hey, although the Yupu realm is only the threshold of the fifth realm, there is no way Daqian can compete with it. The worst plan? Destroy the country?"
Zhou Jing clenched his fists. For the first time in ten years after taking the throne, he felt that he was unable to do anything.
And this is only caused by one person. Is the power of a country inferior to that of a monk in the upper five realms?
At this moment, golden light shone again in the room, and a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe with two horns appeared in the royal study.
The visitor was wearing a dragon robe, but Zhou Jing was not angry because this was Da Gan's trump card, a Nascent Soul cultivator secretly.
The most important thing is that a man is a golden dragon. He was there when the country was founded, and it complements the national destiny.
Zhou Jing looked at the smiling face of the other party and felt happy in his heart. He quickly asked, "Dragon God looks like this, but what happy event is there?"
Jin Long nodded, his golden vertical eyes full of energy: "There is indeed something good going on."
"Say it quickly," Zhou Jing urged. He really needed a happy event to break through his recent irritable mood.
Golden Dragon looked to the south and replied: "I just felt a huge power of prayer. It disappeared in a flash, but it made me cultivate further."
"It is indeed a happy thing that the Dragon God's cultivation is stable."
"No, no, no, this is not the happy event I am talking about."
"That is?"
"I suspect that the monk in the upper fifth realm who solved the problem of reincarnation in Maiyue Mansion is still in our Daqian Kingdom!"
"Bang!"
The jade talisman in Zhou Jing's hand fell to the ground, but he didn't notice it. He clenched his fists and said excitedly: "Where is it? I will personally go and invite the seniors."
"The south of our country."
"anything else?"
"Gone."
