Chapter 755: The Past of the Bridge
The night was getting darker, the snow and cold in the mountains and forests became more and more intense, and the sword fire gradually disappeared behind her.
After solving the insect chaos in the Four Peaks, Yun Rong picked up a broken purple armor with his sword and glanced at the seemingly messy runes on the armor.
She raised her eyebrows lightly, put away the broken armor, and looked up at the night sky. There were dense cold clouds, and a few faint lights of stars appeared in the vast sea of clouds.
In the deep silence of the night, Baituo Mountain, known as the Three Holy Lands in the world, has become a bit eerie.
The black and red school uniform of the Fire-Treading Dark Night Unicorn fluttered slightly in the snowy night.
Yun Rong continued to use himself as bait, left the Four Peaks, and headed towards the Everlasting Mountain in the southeast.
Dusk smoke and sparse snow cross the cold bridge, and bursts of pine waves sound like the sea in the wind.
Fine snowflakes fell in her hair, and her long black hair stood out against the white snow, adding a bit of cool and delicate temperament to her in the night.
Yunrong did not wield a sword. His soft boots stepped on the ancient bluestone paved all the way, leaving a series of deep and shallow marks on the snow.
In the snowy mist, she seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, carrying a pot of Chi blood that had been opened on her waist.
From time to time, there are subtle sounds of movement in the distant mountains and forests.
Yunrong was not interested in this kind of petty quarrel without showing his face, so he simply ignored it, and even leaned on the Hanqiao in a graceful manner, picking up a handful of pure snow.
This woman who doesn’t know the seasons and has a heart full of swords quietly looked at the soft white snow in her hands, and suddenly felt something.
It turns out that it is already the late snow in winter.
Just as Jingxue wiped away the remaining blood between her fingers, Yun Rong paused for a moment, then pinched two white dumplings and stood them on the bridge railing.
I heard from the junior disciples in the sect that Ying Xiu also went up the mountain for the disciple selection tonight.
To be honest, Yun Rong has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, and he really doesn’t have a deep impression on this nominal young master.
In these years, traveling around the world, I occasionally met this young master in a corner of the rivers and lakes who amazes everyone with his ghost sword, and it is hard to shake my heart at all.
Yunrong is famous all over the world for his knowledge of swords, but it is difficult for him to recognize people.
She has always been face-blind and has always identified people by their breath. Even now, she can't remember what the facial features of Prince Yingxiu of the Qingming Dynasty looked like.
The strange thing is that as I stand under the Yuhan Bridge tonight, the young master's appearance as a child appears clearly in my mind.
Yun Rong vaguely remembered that at that time, although Empress Ying Ji often had disputes with her sect leader, they had not yet reached the point where the two places were inseparable.
The young master is not called Yingxiu, and has the same surname as the clan leader.
What is it called Baili, Baili'an or Baili'an? Yun Rong still can't tell which one it is.
She didn't have much interaction with the young master, and her memories of that time were as fragmented as the mottled scales on a big fish.
Back then, the child was brought into this world by the sect master with great expectations. He was the son of the person with the most talented swordsmanship in the world and the person with the strongest bloodline in Zhongyou Imperial City.
How not to make the world look forward to it?
Unfortunately, facts have proven that the power of the Zhongyou royal family’s domineering bloodline can indeed surpass the bloodline of mortals.
The young master of the Tianxi Sword Sect has no swordsmanship qualifications, and even his spiritual abilities are mediocre.
Yun Rong didn't know what the sect leader was thinking when he saw his child being born.
But since he was able to obtain the name of 'Hidden Sword', his expectations for him have not been diminished because of his ordinary qualifications.
After all, there is a generous and late-blooming Qu Hexing in the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Mediocre qualifications create a particularly strict education method.
The young master was imprisoned and raised by the sect master in Dongli Xiaozhu since he was a child. At that age, the proud son of another family's fairy family was held in the palm of his parents' hands, cared for and raised to be extremely noble.
Let's not talk about the distant ones, let's talk about the eldest lady of Cangwu Palace, who has been pampered in the beautiful jade of Jinshan since she was a child.
Everyone in the world doesn’t know that Yin Dufeng, that rude madman, is a perfect slave to the young lady.
If you want the moon, you will never pick the stars. You will be held up and worshiped by others wherever you go.
Not to mention the young master of Taixuan Sect. His spiritual aperture is difficult to access, he has no heart and is destined to be unable to practice. His energy is black and stained, and he is destined not to live past the age of twenty-five.
Young Master Su, who is also difficult to grow up, has almost been raised in his parents' honey jar.
Only the young master of Tianxi's family did not get along with his parents and his qualifications were mediocre.
At such a young age, he was left alone in a small building. He had to complete three lessons assigned by his father every day and read classic ancient books for four hours.
Such an obscure and difficult-to-read scripture, not to mention children of several years old, even adult disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect sometimes cannot read it clearly.
The sword master hopes that his son will be successful and will not eat until he finishes reading.
I spent all day and night almost immersed in the sea of books, and how could I have time to leave the small building, go up the trees to dig out bird's nests, and go down the river to fish for shrimps like other children.
Even the most ordinary child disciples in the sect may have a happier life than the young master.
Yun Rong was originally unaware of the family affairs of the sect master. Since she was a teenager, she had been obsessed with the art of swordsmanship and was not interested in these common household matters.
Just because of this, her temperament means calling someone like the sect leader sometimes feels that it is too much.
Things that go to extremes must turn against each other, perhaps because she is afraid that if she goes to extremes for a while, she will eventually be destroyed by Jianxin.
The sect master would occasionally take time to take his youngest son to her Quanxue Peak, where she would teach him swordsmanship and sharpen his sword bones.
How could Yun Rong have the temperament to become a teacher and teach others, but the sect master didn't know how to raise children, so he just threw his young son on top of her mountain for a whole day.
She is no different from the other Thirteen Sword Masters. She looks at the good seedlings and the good-natured little guy, and always wants to earn money and cultivate them well.
Her whole life's patience has been spent on asking for swords. She has been without a disciple for hundreds of years, and there are few outsiders in the mountains to disturb her.
Until the sect master left such a little guy as big as a garlic sprout in her mountain, he could not be beaten, let alone scolded.
Can this three-year-old kid really understand her sword skills?
Knowing that he could not teach swordsmanship, he simply turned a deaf ear to the sect leader's instructions, ignored the little guy, and continued practicing and mastering swordsmanship on the mountaintop, just as if he was not here.
Fortunately, the little guy is also sensible and neither noisy nor fussy, so he can spend the whole day just sitting there.
The sect master asked her to teach him the sword well and let the child learn the sword well from her.
Yun Rong was perfunctory, but the three-year-old child, with his big eyes open, silently watched her practice her sword from dawn to dusk, sitting upright like a little stone man, learning extremely seriously and hard.
At that time, Yun Rong felt that there was nothing wrong with this. After all, when the senior brother taught swordsmanship from Changqing Pavilion, all the disciples in the audience did not dare to do anything rashly, and they all listened and studied attentively.
But she forgot that sitting on the top of her hill was a child whose head was no higher than her knees.
At that time, she did not realize the difference between a three-year-old child and an eighteen-year-old young disciple.
At first, Yun Rong thought that this boy had good perseverance. Even a young disciple of eighteen years old would inevitably be restless, but he could sit still all day long. Unexpectedly, as soon as this admiration aroused, a week later, the sect leader would no longer bring his youngest son to Quanxue Peak to practice swordsmanship.
I guess the child couldn't bear the hardship of cultivation, so he begged his father not to send him to her.
Yun Rong did not take this matter into his mind until later, when each of the three sects performed "teaching rituals" to serve as a warning to all the countries in the world.
Opening the academy from the mountain gate has attracted disciples from hundreds of schools and countries.
The Thirteen Swords lecture on the scriptures and their meanings one by one, and teach the Tao to the world, with the intention of cultivating the talents of the temple and benefiting the people.
The three sects respect the head, even though their desires are good.
The young disciples recruited in Kexue Pavilion are all Gaoliang children from prominent families in the seven states of Qin.
Most of them are around ten years old, which can be considered as half-grown children, but all of them know how to eat and know nothing about other things.
As the fourth sword of Tianxi, Yun Rong only taught for two days, and these half-grown children were like delicate imperial flowers.
It cannot be exposed to the sun, cannot be frozen by falling snow, cannot be soaked by rain, cannot be hungry, cannot be thirsty, cannot be tired.
Each disciple is served by at least three maids to take care of his daily life. He has four meals a day, and there is white tea, cakes and fruits after the meal.
A fairy like Yun Rong, who has been eating and drinking for a long time, cannot understand the needs of these little brats.
But after comparing them, she suddenly realized that these mortal cubs needed to eat.
On the Quanxue Peak, the young son of the sect leader...
She had never thought of taking care of him.
He never shouted about suffering and hunger, he just sat there quietly watching her meditate, practice her sword, and meditate.
Until the sunset and the golden crows sinking in the sky, the sect leader went up the mountain to take him back to Dongli Xiaozhu. When he came back the next day, he never complained.
At first, she was too arrogant and didn't know how people behave. But when she suddenly came to her senses, she realized that the little baby was strange.
He seems to...never take the initiative to make demands on others.
Suddenly, Yun Rong, who was not very curious, suddenly became curious. Why did the little kid suddenly stop coming when he went up the mountain to watch the sword for seven consecutive days.
Later, when I asked the sect leader, I found out that he was ill.
Also, how could a three-year-old baby withstand such torture?
That was also Yun Rong's first official visit to the courtyard to visit his young master.
A very simple small bamboo courtyard is surrounded by fences. A small pond is opened in the courtyard. Lotus pods are in full bloom in the pond. Among the white snow and green leaves, red koi carps can be vaguely seen swimming by.
Yun Rong glanced around casually, then entered the room. The interior was simple and there were no other unnecessary clutter. There was a table and three chairs, and then two rows of things that had been moved from the sword pavilion. Linlang classic ancient books.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a house that a child should live in.
Yunrong looked around and found that the extremely rare wife of the sect master, the legendary Empress Zhongyou, was also in this room.
It is said that the wife and the sect leader had a big fight recently, and the two of them have not spoken for many days.
Ying Ji was sitting sideways on the bed, with the young master’s small body in her arms. His forehead was covered with sweat, his eyes were closed quietly, and his small mouth was so dry and cracked that it seemed like She fell asleep in her mother's arms.
The mottled sunlight shines on them through the half-rolled curtains. Empress Ying Ji is wearing a plain white dress to set off such a beautiful face. The sunlight is blown away by the wind and blends into her eyes. , so finely mottled that it’s almost gentle.
Even Yun Rong, seeing this scene, gradually became infatuated.
She patted his back gently and hummed an unknown song. The sharp and cold look in her eyebrows was completely gone, just like the mother of an ordinary family.
Yun Rong looked at the small stone sculpture on Quanxue Peak that had turned into a little baby. At this moment, it was nestling in its mother's arms like a cat. That obedient and soft look suddenly made people feel...
< br>He is actually no different from the children in the academy.
The sect master was standing not far away, his eyes were cold. Compared to Ying Ji's tenderness and care, he seemed to always be so abstinent and upright, cold and stoic, unable to blend in with any human fireworks. .
As if he couldn't get used to seeing his child showing such a weak and bully look, he snorted coldly and said: "A loving mother often loses her son. This is because although he has mediocre qualifications, he can have a bright future." It’s rare to be cautious, but I’ve only been up the mountain for a few days, and I don’t know why I’m so squeamish.”
Is this still squeamish? Then when you see the disciples in the academy, don’t you, the sect master, have to flog them day and night?
Yun Rong knew that he was at fault in this matter. He opened his lips and was about to defend his young master when a chilling aura suddenly arose around him.
I saw Lady Ying Ji's eyes as sharp as a knife, and her majesty showed: "I have only been away from the mountain for more than ten days. Before I left, An'er was fine. Now when I come back, he has a high fever. Don’t retreat for a few days, Bailiyu! Have you ever taken a good look at your child? , he has lost a lot of weight, and his hands and feet are covered with frostbite. Those who know him think that An'er is the prince of Zhongyou and the young master of the Sword Sect. Those who don't know may still think that he is a wild child without a father and a mother. ! ”
Yunrong lost a lot of weight because he didn’t care about food.
With frostbite on his hands and feet, Yun Rong was practicing swordplay on his own, leaving him to sit on the top of a freezing mountain. The people living on the mountain were all Qi-refining monks who were not afraid of the severe cold. The sect master did not know the cold. Why.
It didn’t matter that he was not afraid of the cold because he was wearing thin clothes. He felt that his son should be as afraid of the cold as he was. It was winter, and he didn’t even have a decent little winter coat for him to wear.
It would be strange not to get frostbite on your hands and feet.
Being hungry and cold, it would be strange to have a high fever and fall ill.
“What the hell are you talking about!”
There was no expression on Ying Ji’s face, and two lines of tears fell from her face: “No, he is worse than a wild child , at least other people’s wild children are free, how can There will be people like him, locked up in this small place all day long without knowing how long the world lasts."
The lord of the clan narrowed his eyes, obviously angry: "It is precisely because of your narrow vision that he. It’s hard to become a great person.”
"I don't need my An'er to become a great person."
Ying Ji spoke in a very low voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing the sleep of the young son in her arms, so she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead: "Even if he only Being a useless person is me too I will devote my whole life to protecting my child and keeping him safe and happy."
The master couldn't hear such conniving words. He pursed his lips tightly, with anger hidden in his eyes. It was obviously going to break out in an instant.
Empress Ying Ji was extremely calm, with a hint of exhaustion in her voice: "Bailiyu, let's make peace..."
The anger in the sect master's eyes suddenly disappeared, and his expression was somewhat It was blank and blank, with a hint of confusion that was not easily noticeable.
He murmured in disbelief: "You...what did you say?"
Empress Yingji glanced at the mountains and rivers in front of the window that had never belonged to her, as if she had grown old all of a sudden: "You put your son Give it back to me, and I'll give you your name, okay?"
Yun Rong saw a trace of uneasiness that he had never seen before in the sect master's face.
He subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, his breath was slightly disordered, and he almost gritted his teeth and said: "What you said today, I have the right to treat you as nonsense, I don't allow it! You are not allowed! Don't even think about it!"
Maybe he was afraid of hearing the word "heli" from Empress Ying Ji again, so he was so confused that he almost fled from here.
Yun Rong: Surprise or not, I ignored my young master for seven days
Lu Rong: No surprise, I ignored my husband for the whole night on our wedding night
Both of them said in unison: I am Play~
(End of this chapter)