Chapter 742 Daily Life in the Tian Family
In the blink of an eye, the third year of the Yuan Dynasty has quietly come to an end, and the chill between heaven and earth is getting stronger.
In the howling north wind, the snowflakes fell from the dark sky, and the flakes were as crystal clear as jade.
The surface of the Luo River is no longer the sparkling light of the past, but is covered with a thin layer of frost, reflecting the lights of thousands of houses on both sides of the river, like a lying silver belt running through the city.
But the bustle and bustle of Luojing City has not diminished at all due to the arrival of cold winter.
In the streets and alleys, the sounds of hawking are heard one after another, and the smoke from the market is mixed with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes and roasted chestnuts, filling the air everywhere in the cold wind.
In the lantern shops on the street, craftsmen are busy making all kinds of lanterns for the upcoming New Year; children brave the frost and snow and rush to the streets to enjoy themselves on the snow-covered land. Have fun and throw snowballs at each other.
Gu Xu is practicing swordsmanship by the lake with floating ice floes in Changchun Garden.
He was wearing a blue gown, the hem of which fluttered lightly in the wind. The "Zhao Ye Qing" in his hand was as black as ink, and looked even deeper against the lights of the distant palace.
However, when he swung the knife, the tip of the knife burst out with little orange lights, as if countless fireflies were dancing gracefully following the blade.
His movements are not bound to any specific sword moves, but rather seem to move according to his heart.
If someone who is proficient in martial arts sees it, he will vaguely detect the shadow of hundreds of swordsmanship, but it will be difficult to specifically identify its origin.
But if there is a strong saint present, you will definitely see that every move and every move he makes coincides with the great road of heaven and earth, as if integrated with the invisible rules between heaven and earth.
Suddenly, he turned around suddenly, and the long knife cut through the sky like a meteor, slashing out with a cold light.
The blade whizzed past, passing over the lake, stirring up pieces of thin ice to fly into the air, and then shattered into countless ice crystals in mid-air, flying and scattering, dotting the night like a goddess scattering flowers.
When Gu Xu was practicing the sword, his mind was not on the sword.
His thoughts have long been traced back along the line of cause and effect of "Zhao Ye Qing".
In his perception, countless threads of cause and effect were wrapped around the blade, intertwining into an intricate web. Among them, one is particularly thick and bright, like a bridge, crossing the barriers of the world, traveling through the endless void, and leading directly to the distant spiritual realm.
Gu Xu knew that the other end of this line of cause and effect was Chen Suhui.
She is the host of the "Royal Refining Workshop" and the main refiner of "Zhao Yeqing".
The Lingxiao world is now under the control of Taishang Haotian, and Gu Xu has no way of knowing Chen Suhui's current situation; and as the dog's tail grass bracelet burned together with his clone "Meng Zhike", he also lost his relationship with her direct dialogue.
He could only confirm that she was still alive through this line of cause and effect.
"I wonder if Bixia Palace can withstand the pressure from Supreme Haotian and protect her..." He thought silently in his heart, with a trace of worry appearing between his eyebrows.
In the Battle of Tiangong Floating Island, Gu Xu was able to successfully practice the method of "subversion" and successfully promoted to the eighth level, for which Chen Suhui played an indispensable role.
When she broke through the realm, she triggered a wide range of visions, shocking the world of Lingxiao with the appearance of another "fairy spirit body". This incident directly weakened the incense power that Taishang Haotian had accumulated through the "Son of Destiny" campaign for a long time, and caused a significant impact on his authority.
However, during the subsequent escape from the Lingxiao Realm, Gu Xu's clone was killed by the golden lightning summoned by Taishang Haotian.
Others around him could not compete with Supreme Haotian, who controlled the nine powers, and could only rely on the "Haotian Ship" that Gu Xu snatched to escape in a hurry.
Although Gu Xu's strength is no longer what it used to be, and many reliable strong men have gathered in the wild world, if he wants to break into the territory of Taishang Haotian, who controls the power of "King's Landing", and forcefully save people , he still has no absolute chance of winning.
Tai Shang Haotian may now have insight into Chen Suhui's origins and regard her as a hostage. Once Gu Xu takes action against Lingxiao Realm again, it is very likely to cause her death. If he wants to rescue Chen Suhui from the Lingxiao Realm, the best way Gu Xu can think of is to have the power to crush Taishang Haotian. Only by completely eliminating Taishang Haotian before he has any thoughts against her can Chen Suhui's safety be ensured.
"I must advance to the ninth realm as soon as possible."
Gu Xu thought as he swung his sword again.
The sword light carried a sharp chill and a little orange light, cutting through the deep night, falling from top to bottom.
In an instant, the majestic sword intent crossed the lake, as if all the power of heaven and earth had converged in this blow, and the lake was split apart.
The lake water surges violently to both sides, forming two smooth vertical sections, and the silt and rocks at the bottom of the lake are clearly exposed.
A few breaths later, as Gu Xu put away the knife, the lake water suddenly returned and quickly returned to calm, like a complete and flawless mirror, as if what happened just now had never happened.
At this moment, a burst of brisk footsteps accompanied by childish shouts broke the tranquility by the lake.
“Daddy!”
Gu Xu was startled for a moment, then turned around and saw a small figure staggering on the snow, running towards him.
The child is less than two years old, but his steps are steady and his little face is filled with a joyful smile. He is as innocent as a ray of warm sunshine in winter. She was wearing a white coat with a few touches of red on the cuffs and hem, which made her look particularly smart and cute in the snowy night.
Under the night, her eyes that were different from ordinary people were exceptionally bright, with golden-red light dancing faintly in the depths of the dark pupils, like a burning bonfire.
A soft smile appeared at the corner of Gu Xu's mouth unconsciously.
He knew that Gu Qingyan had extraordinary blood. He had already learned to talk and walk before he was one year old. Now he has begun to read and can even run out of the house to play alone.
Whether they are in the palace or outside the palace, everyone who sees her is filled with emotion, thinking that the royal family will definitely have a peerless genius in the future.
He gently put the "Zhao Ye Qing" into the scabbard, squatted down, and opened his arms to welcome his daughter.
"Why did you run out of the house again in such a cold weather?"
The little girl threw herself into his arms, hugged his neck tightly with her tender hands, and said in a sweet voice: "Qing Yan is not afraid of the cold! Qing Yan wants to play with daddy!"
Gu Xu picked her up with a chuckle and spun her around a few times.
The girl's clear laughter sounded, like silver bells, floating in the cold night sky.
Looking at his daughter's happy appearance, Gu Xu finally understood why there were so many "daughter slaves" in the world. When this blood-connected "little cotton-padded jacket" is by his side, it seems that all his worries will be dispelled by her laughter.
At the same time, his mind couldn't help but picture the future he saw after traveling through time and space.
He lay quietly in the coffin, turning into a cold corpse.
Zhao Yan held Gu Qingyan’s little hand and stood aside.
The daughter's expression was dazed, stunned, and in a trance. The eyes that usually danced with golden-red light were dim at the moment, and she seemed unable to accept the fact that she had lost her father.
She was even less prepared to carry the weight of the entire wilderness with her young shoulders.