"First of all, I need to address my freedom issue. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Bai Yuechen thought about it.

"Since I was a child, I was trained as a 'Taoist soldier', I didn't have any friends, I basically didn't talk to outsiders, and there were only a few people in contact with in the family, even my mother had not met since I was a child because of dystocia. Bai Yuechen carefully recalled the situation of royal power and wealth.

"There it is!" Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the immature face, who was now only 7 years old, revealed a meaningful smile, although this smile looked awkward on this Zhengtai's face.

Bai Yuechen took off the royal sword on the wall and held it in his hand, drew the sword out of its sheath, and felt the powerful aura contained in it.

"This sword is really good, and it's definitely very exciting to cut. ”

Looking at his own appearance reflected on the bright blade, Bai Yuechen nodded with satisfaction.

Even in the eyes of his Mahayana monk, he can't help but praise this sword, full of aura, sharp and restrained, the royal sword is worthy of being the strongest sword of 'a sword of heaven and earth, a royal family'.

With a 'bang', the sword was put into the sheath, and Bai Yuechen walked out of his room.

"Let's go get my cheap dad first. ”

Bai Yuechen said.

......

And the cheap dad in Bai Yuechen's mouth, Wang Quan Zhengde, the contemporary head of the royal family, is currently practicing calligraphy in his study.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps walking into the study, and he frowned as he was dipping in ink, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all.

The person who came was dressed in a blue shirt and had a long white beard, and it was the old butler who had managed the family's housekeeping for decades.

"The head of the house. ”

The old butler saluted.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Quan Zhengde asked lightly, but the Zihao pen in his hand had already been dipped in ink and was about to put pen on the paper.

"The young master wants to see you. ”

Wang Quan Zhengde's hand holding the pen stopped in mid-air, and turned his head to look at the old butler Fubo.

"You said you want to see me?"

As if to confirm that he had heard correctly.

"Yes, the young master is outside the door at the moment. ”

The old butler was respectful.

Wang Quan Zhengde saw that a drop of thick ink on the tip of Zihao's pen in his hand was about to fall, and with a force in his hand, he wrote two words on the paper with this drop of thick ink.

In this process, the old butler just bowed his head respectfully and remained silent.

Putting the pen back in his hand, Wang Quan Zhengde said to the old butler, "Call him in." ”

"Yes. ”

The old butler gave up.

Bai Yuechen stood quietly at the door of the study with the royal sword in his hand, still dressed in the Ming Huang Dao robe and Tai Chi Dao crown.

The housekeeper walked out of the door of the study and said to Bai Yuechen, "Young master, the head of the house told you to go in." ”

Bai Yuechen nodded, raised his feet and prepared to walk in.

I heard the butler stop him behind him again: "Young master." ”

Bai Yuechen stopped, but didn't turn around.

"After all, the young master and the head of the family are father and son, blood is thicker than water, please think twice about everything. The butler persuaded.

"I see, thank you, Fauber. After speaking, he walked into the study.

And Fauber, who was outside the door, was shocked by his thank you, and stayed in place. "The old man heard me right, the young master, who has barely spoken since he was a child, actually said thank you to me?"

Fu Bo, who usually handles all matters big and small, only felt a little moistness in his eyes. Wiping away the sparkle from the corner of his eyes, Fu Bo saluted the sword tower of royal power standing high in the distance, and shouted in his mouth: "God bless my royal power." ”

Bai Yuechen, who walked into the study, didn't expect that his words would be so lethal, and he was now busy dealing with the cheap dad in front of him.

"Father. ”

Bai Yuechen bowed and saluted.

"Is there any problem with cultivation?"

Wang Quan Zhengde sat on the Taishi chair, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hand, the lid of the cup slowly rose and fell to adjust the temperature of the tea, and quietly looked at this son who didn't even know him. Since he was able to speak, in the past four years, he has only taken the initiative to come to him 8 times, and all of them are because of cultivation, so Wang Quan Zhengde thinks that this time is also because of this.

"It's not a matter of cultivation. Bai Yuechen replied.

"What's that?" Wang Quan Zhengde put down the teacup that had been raised to his lips again, frowned slightly, and looked at his son in front of him in slight surprise.

"The child came to his father this time mainly for two things. Bai Yuechen said.

Wang Quan Zhengde's eyes motioned for him to continue.

"The first thing is that the child wants to change his name. Bai Yuechen said the first purpose of this trip.

Wang Quan Zhengde's eyes were even more surprised, but he said, "What do you want to change?" He didn't ask why he wanted to change his name.

Bai Yuechen replied seriously: "Moon dust, the bright moon, is not stained with fine dust. ”

When Wang Quan Zhengde heard this name, a complicated color flashed in his eyes, but he said, "What about the other thing?"

Bai Yuechen's heart was slightly settled, and he said again: "The second thing is that the child wants to escort his cousin Yue Yue to Tushan safely. ”

If the first thing just now, Wang Quan Zhengde was surprised, this second thing was a bit unexpected by him.

"Where did you know about this?" asked Wang Quan Zhengde, frowning.

"The child learned of the existence of his cousin at the beginning of the month in the family papers, and learned from the mouths of the subordinates that other forces of the Dao Alliance were chasing and killing him. Bai Yuechen panicked, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, of course he knew that the people would not talk much in front of him, but in the information given by the system, the family scrolls of the royal family did record the information of the beginning of the month of Dongfang.

"What else do you know?" Wang Quan Zhengde's current performance of this son today can be said to have subverted his perception of him for 7 years.

"The child also knew in the codex left by his mother, and he knew a promise made by the royal family to his mother's sister, Dongfang Qin Lan. Bai Yuechen threw a bombshell.

Wang Quan Zhengde's face was a little ugly, and a faint guilt appeared in his eyes. At that time, one of the conditions for Dongfang Huaizhu to marry into the royal family was to provide protection for Dongfang Qinlan. But now that Dongfang Qin Lan is dead, her only son is being hunted down, which is undoubtedly a shame for the royal family with an excellent reputation.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Quan Zhengde's eyes finally began to look at his son, and his tone was no longer perfunctory to children.

"The child knew that his father was under a lot of pressure from other forces in the Dao Alliance and could not personally intervene in this matter, so the child decided to go there himself to ensure that his cousin successfully arrived at Tushan at the beginning of the month. Bai Yuechen said confidently.

"Do you know who are the people involved in the hunt?" Wang Quan Zhengde looked at Bai Yuechen who looked like he was in front of him, and had great doubts about his strength. Although he has shown unparalleled cultivation talent since he was a child, his cultivation time is only three years, and a seven-year-old child can deal with those chaotic monks.

"The child doesn't know, but the child knows, and all of them are not as strong as the child. Bai Yuechen's words in his eyes showed his strong self-confidence.

As soon as the words fell, a peerless sword intent emanated from the royal sword in Bai Yuechen's hand, and the momentum that erupted in an instant made Wang Quan Zhengde feel a sense of oppression.

Wang Quan Zhengde was really shocked at this time, if his previous performance could be said to be Bai Yuechen's precocious thinking, then now this real sword intent made him understand that Bai Yuechen's self-confidence was not groundless.

He was only seven years old. There was a hint of fanaticism in Wang Quan Zhengde's eyes.

"Okay, I promise you, today I will ask Fauber to revise the file and announce the news of your name change to the whole family. As for Dongfang Yue, you have to remember that I didn't ask you to do anything, it was you who accidentally discovered that the scum of the Dao Alliance was chasing and killing an unarmed child, and you just came to help. Wang Quan Zhengde is worthy of being the head of the family, and he instantly pointed out the joints of the matter.

"Okay, it is estimated that Dongfang Yue is almost past the eastern wilderness by now, and if you leave tomorrow, you should be able to find him before you reach Tu Mountain. Wang Quan Zhengde told Bai Yuechen the specific information.

The boy thanked his father. Bai Yuechen bowed his head and saluted, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile.

"Alright, you go down. Wang Quan Zhengde waved his hand, today's incident really had a big impact on him, making him feel tired and tired.

"The child is gone. Bai Yuechen slowly withdrew from the study.

Silence returned to the study, and Wang Quan Zhengde stood silently.

After a while, I only heard him read softly: "Huaishui has bamboo, and its ambition is Lingyun." The moon is bright and unstained. ”

Then he let out a long sigh and looked at the two words he had just written on the paper: Huaizhu.

"Huaizhu, he really looks like you, only seven years old, not only his eyebrows and eyes are similar, but even the arrogance in his bones is the same as yours. ”

It seems that the scene of his first meeting with her resurfaces in front of him.

"What's your last name?" he asked aloud.

"My surname is Dongfang, remember, the east of the sunrise east. The woman in green who was riding the bamboo flute left a word, and left in a dashing manner, the beautiful sunset and her back blended together, but she was more beautiful than the sunset.

Thinking of Bai Yuechen's going to help Dongfang Yueyue, Wang Quan Zhengde sighed again.

"Dongfang Yueyue, it's Qin Lan's own son. He was only seven years old, and he wanted to protect his relatives, just like you did at that time. ”

A hint of remembrance appeared in Wang Quan Zhengde's eyes, followed by a long sigh.

"Huaizhu, ah......"