Chapter 5 Hidden Dragon
Song Lingqing’s eyes flashed slightly, and for a moment she didn’t dare to recognize him.
She vaguely remembered that when she left the house, Chu Zheng was still half a boy, but now he has fully grown. At first glance, he looks like a prince from some house.
“The villain has met the second young lady.”
Chu Zheng bowed and replied respectfully.
Song Lingqing was favored by the Hidden Immortal Sect at the age of thirteen, and has been away from the mansion for more than three years.
For a half-year-old boy, more than three years is enough time to undergo subversive changes.
The same is true for Song Lingqing herself.
At least when they first met, Chu Zheng did not connect the fairy-like woman in front of him with the smart girl in his memory.
In Song Lingqing's body, Chu Zheng did not feel the oppression brought by Qin Shangxian, but he also noticed some discomfort.
A person who cultivates immortality must have undergone a leap in life level.
“Almost unrecognizable.”
Song Lingqing nodded without saying much.
Chu Zheng stepped back knowingly and did not continue to talk.
Song Ling walked slowly into the table, while Qin Shangxian walked aside and sat down at the guest seat not far from the round table.
Seeing this, Song Tonghai waved, and the maid on the side immediately stepped forward to serve tea.
"I heard that Elder Qin has been fasting for a long time. The day before yesterday, I went to the imperial capital and got a couple of dragon blood leaves. I took them to make tea. I don't know if I can drink it."
"I'm interested."< br>
Qin Shangxian nodded slightly and did not touch the tea cup on the table.
Seeing this, Song Tonghai smiled and bowed his hands: "My daughter has been taken care of by Immortal Qin these years. If she can be of use to my Song family in the future, I will definitely say nothing."
Qin Shangxian didn't answer, he just picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip.
The smile on Song Tonghai's face deepened a little, and he turned to look at Song Lingqing, with a lot of complaints in his tone:
"The past few years have been fine, why did you think of coming back today?" After all these days, I haven’t seen a single letter from home.”
“The sect’s rules prohibit correspondence with ordinary people. It’s really impossible. I hope dad will forgive me.”
Song Lingqing smiled helplessly and explained:
"I want to leave Qianyu to participate in the Ten Thousand Sects' Hidden Dragon Competition. I'm just passing by this time, so I asked Uncle Qin Feng to take me back for a look."
"Okay, okay."
Song Tonghai smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly, saying hello repeatedly. He didn't know what the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition was, but he just felt that his daughter had made a difference and was honored.
"You are the only one going to the sect this time? When will the competition start? Will staying for a few more days delay it?"
As soon as he thought about it, Song Tonghai's face became more sad. : "When are you leaving?"
"It's too early for the competition, and it won't start until nearly ten years."
Song Tonghai's face just showed some joy, and Song Lingqing changed the subject:
"But this time it is indeed We can't stay for long, we have to leave tomorrow."
Song Lingqing sighed softly: "The area where Dabi is located is too far away, and ten years is barely enough time for me to practice."< br>
“Does this round trip take twenty years?!”
Song Tonghai's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously turned around to look at Qin Feng.
Qin Feng closed his eyes and said nothing, obviously not intending to explain.
Song Tonghai picked up the wine glass, his hands trembling slightly, and the spilled wine soaked his fingertips.
While saying a few words, Song Lingxue lowered her head a little and remained silent.
"I ask my father to keep the matter of my return today secret and not let outsiders know about it."
Song Lingqing said softly, her eyes a little complicated.
Thousands of hidden dragons enter the sea, and the one who reaches the Great Competition alive is the real dragon.
This journey is so dangerous. The true whereabouts of each sect are all top secret and cannot be revealed in any way.
If she had not been begging, Qin Feng would never have taken her back home. This would have been a huge risk. "Don't worry, I have issued a silence order. You are now a member of the Immortal Sect. Different from the past, you don't have to worry about your family. Practice with peace of mind and bring glory to the sect!"
Song Tonghai drank the wine in the glass, waved his hand and smiled: "Dad is still strong and strong. It is not a problem to live another hundred and eighty years. I will wait for you to come back to announce the good news."
"Don't worry, Dad, when I come back, I will find you." A few elixirs will guarantee you a hundred years of life."
The sadness in Song Lingqing's eyes faded a lot, and she raised her glass and looked at Song Lingxue:
"I have a lot to take care of at home."
< br>Song Lingxue smiled, raised her glass a little cautiously, and softly replied: "Serious words."
Qin Feng cherished his words like gold and didn't say another word. He sat there until the meal was finished and then stood up and left.
It wasn't until the candles in the hall went out that Chu Zheng rubbed his numb legs and walked slowly out of the hall towards the filthy room.
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The moon was about to pass the well, and the Song Mansion returned to its former silence.
Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his mind was spinning and he could not calm down.
He didn't get much information at night. Song Tonghai seemed to have some taboos and didn't ask about Song Lingqing's diet and daily life in the Hidden Immortal Sect, and Song Lingqing didn't mention it either.
What can be confirmed is that there are fights among the hidden immortal sects, and they are even quite brutal.
The words "Wan Zong Hidden Dragon Competition" are enough to explain something.
Some clues can also be seen from Song Lingqing's instructions. She was obviously on guard against revealing the news of her return home.
None of these servants in the Song Mansion can come into contact with anyone in the Immortal Sect. Even if the news spreads, it will only spread among mortals.
The one Song Ling clears will obviously not be a mortal.
This is enough to show that there are news channels for different immortal sects or factions in this mortal world.
It can be seen from this that contacting the Hidden Immortal Sect is not as difficult as Chu Zheng initially imagined.
What frightened Chu Zheng the most was the terrifying size of the world beneath his feet.
A member of the Immortal Sect travels to the North Sea and chases the stars and the moon. It takes ten years to participate in the competition at such an extraordinary speed...
"Chu Zheng."
While Chu Zheng was thinking, a call came from outside the door.
In an instant, Chu Zheng heard Song Lingqing's voice, immediately got out of bed and stepped out of the room.
“I heard that you were punished by your sister two days ago. Are you feeling better?”
In the courtyard, Song Lingqing was bathing in the moonlight with a smile on her face. The fairy aura on her body became three points stronger. Qin Feng stood not far away, inseparable.
"Miss Lao Er is worried about me, it's okay."
Chu Zheng bowed and his heart beat faster. Unexpectedly, the opportunity he just missed appeared in front of him again at this moment.
"Sister treats you really well."
Song Lingqing smiled softly and said: "That jade cup, I got it from Uncle Qin Feng, and it may not be available in the palace. There are several.”
Immortals gave treasures to Chu Zheng. Now that Chu Zheng is alive, he has burned high incense.
"I will leave tomorrow. I will come back next time..."
At this point, Song Lingqing paused slightly, did not continue, and changed the topic:
"You have served me for several years, do you have a wish? Today I have helped you."
Chu Zheng's eyes suddenly brightened, and he subconsciously wanted to get his freedom. When he spoke, he swallowed Went back.
Compared with the secrets of the Immortal Sect, the current temporary predicament is nothing at all.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Zheng made a decision.
(End of this chapter)