The setting sun slanted on the mountainside, casting a gradually converging afterglow, illuminating a ruined cemetery garden.

Ping'er combed a refreshing long braid, dressed in light blue floral clothes and pants, and stood at the intersection of the broken cemetery garden with a delicate posture, looking at the road coming from the autumn water.

In the twilight, the mountain path is desolate, and there is no one to be seen! Ping'er was motionless, standing quietly.

Gradually, the sunset lost patience, and the last ray of light was removed, and the whole cemetery was overcast.

"Isn't the young master back today!"

Ping'er whispered, and was about to turn around in disappointment, when she suddenly froze, and stopped, and in the vast empty mountains, on the winding mountain road, a figure was looming.

Ping'er's eyes flushed, and she tried to flutter her pretty eyelashes a few times, showing a smile on her face, and flew down.

Yan Lingyun held Ji Jiuzhen and walked on the way up the mountain, thinking that his mother and Ping'er were looking forward to him at home, the whole person couldn't help but become light.

In the distance, he saw a figure rushing down to meet him, and a soft smile suddenly appeared on his face.

The figure lit the winding mountain road, up and down, like a cheerful lark, and soon came to the front.

"Ping'er!"

Yan Lingyun called.

Ping'er took the fragrant breeze all the way, rushed to the front, and stopped playfully, looking at Yan Lingyun, her lips opened lightly, but she only called two words: "Young Master!"

"Have you been welcoming me?" Yan Lingyun asked.

"No, come out and take a walk, and you'll see the young master." Ping'er is a little playful and authentic.

Yan Lingyun smiled, and didn't break it, looking at her face, she suddenly thought of Ji Jiuzhen in her hand, and her expression couldn't help but become weird.

On the opposite side of these two phases, the sense of godliness is as if a mold is printed.

Ping'er noticed his abnormality, and then realized that he was still holding a person in his hand, and when he looked at it, he was suddenly startled, and walked to him step by step, unable to take his eyes off again.

Yan Lingyun's heart moved, but he didn't make a sound.

Ping'er's eyes gradually flushed, stretched out a hand, retracted it in fright, and muttered, "What's the matter......

Yan Lingyun said with relief: "I have seen it with my great ancestor, this senior was injured when he was fighting with people, and he is in a state of Liao's injury, so there is no major problem."

When Ping'er heard this, the originally tight delicate body relaxed, reached out and stroked Ji Jiuzhen's cheek, opened his mouth, and wanted to call for something, but the tears couldn't stop flowing, and he couldn't cry.

Seeing this, Yan Lingyun said softly: "We will place our predecessors first."

Ping'er nodded, raised a pair of teary eyes, grabbed Ji Jiuzhen's palm tightly, and followed Yan Lingyun upward.

When I came to the house, I saw that Nangong was already waiting.

Yan Lingyun's eyes were slightly red, and he called "mother".

Nangong Huaping looked at him and said lovingly: "It's good to come back!" looked at Ji Jiuzhen again and said, "Send it to Ping'er's room and let Ping'er take care of it."

Yan Lingyun sent Ji Jiuzhen into Ping'er's room as he said, then retreated, and then entered Nangong Painting's room.

Nangong Huaping saw him come in, beckoned, pulled him to the bed and sat down, and asked about the trip.

Yan Lingyun didn't hide it in the face of his mother, he said it bit by bit, and even the promise to Bailiqing was not accepted at all, but he was a little embarrassed.

After listening to Nangong Huaping, he was silent for a moment and said: "Ling'er, your personal feelings, your mother and relatives will not interfere with you, but it is still the same sentence: Whoever you lose, you can't lose that Dugu Yiren!"

Yan Lingyun couldn't help but think of the girl who was covered in a black scarf all day long and was indifferent, and said hesitantly: "Mother, can you tell me the reason?"

Nangong Huaping sighed slightly and said, "If you have the opportunity to go and see her, my mother won't be able to tell you anything!"

Yan Lingyun nodded helplessly, and suddenly asked, "Mother, where did you say that the light of heaven and man on my body came from?"

Nangong Huaping said casually: "You ask your mother, and your mother asks who is going, it must be a master who has entered your body."

Yan Lingyun scratched his head, shook his head again, couldn't think of a reason, looked at the Nangong painting screen, and wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

"Say whatever you want."

Yan Lingyun said hesitantly: "Mother, you haven't let Ling'er ask, but Ling'er is also older now, I really want to ask, what about my father?"

Nangong Huaping's face changed, and he sighed: "When it's time to tell you, my mother will tell you." What you have to do now is to work hard to improve your cultivation, since you have embarked on the path of cultivation, you can't be in the limelight, you might as well be a mortal! ”

Yan Lingyun was silent for a moment and nodded.

Nangong Huaping held his hands, there seemed to be a trace of remembrance in his eyes, and said: "A manly man, it's just a matter if you don't like women, once you attract women to like it, and you like it, don't let down people's hearts, no matter if there will be a group of wives in the future, if you have that ability, you will be by your side."

paused, but sighed inexplicably: "Your father, it's too ruthless!"

Yan Lingyun's heart trembled, and he was speechless.

Nangong Huaping smiled reluctantly, restrained his emotions, and said calmly: "You will be quiet for a few months first, and then you will have the strength to protect yourself, and your mother will give you another prescription, and you can quickly improve your cultivation by looking for elixirs according to the prescription."

Yan Lingyun said in surprise: "My mother seems to know how to practice?"

Nangong Huaping smiled and said, "Don't ask more, I'm tired all the way, go and rest."

Yan Lingyun saw that it was completely dark outside, so he got up with doubts and returned to his room.

Closing the door, he fumbled to light the oil lamp, untied his satchel, and placed the sword bag containing the long sword at the head of the bed, and then sat down quietly against the edge of the bed, as if taking care of his thoughts.

After a while, he heard a soft knock on the door, he got up and opened the door, and the firelight spilled out of the door, slightly illuminating the pretty figure of Ping'er.

She held a stack of brand-new clothes in her hand and said softly: "The young master is also tired all the way, take a bath, change your clothes, and rest early."

Yan Lingyun smiled and stretched out his hand to take it, seeing that it was made of the moon-white fabric he picked when he went to the border city, he said, "Ping'er, thank you!"

Ping'er smiled softly and said, "Ping'er is clumsy, and I don't know if I can say that the young master wants it or not, and whether it fits the young master's body." Fortunately, it is a long robe, otherwise in terms of the young master's current height, I am afraid that it will be short. If it doesn't fit, the young master must say that I will change it. ”

Yan Lingyun nodded, talked to Ping'er for a few words, and then watched her walk back. He himself took his clothes, went to take a shower, and returned to his room in a new robe, and sat cross-legged on the bed, unable to sit still for a while, and thought a lot.

In the middle of the night, everything was silent, he had not yet fallen asleep, there seemed to be a subtle sound of words next door, thinking that it might be his mother and Ping'er saying intimate words, but he didn't care, he reached out and took the sword bag at the head of the bed, stroking the delicate needlework lines, as if Ji Wushuang was telling him a stitch of affection, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile softly, and his heart gradually calmed down.

He stretched out his hand and took out the long sword, his fingers slid over the simple and dark scabbard, and the man and the sword suddenly resonated, and there was a sense of connection, and he couldn't help muttering: "You will also be called Weiyang in the future!"

The sword made a clear sound in its sheath, as if in response.

Yan Lingyun smiled, put the Weiyang sword back into the sword sac, the sword sac pressed against the head of the bed, and the person gathered his heart and entered the qi training.