Chapter III. Soft junior sister, don't you want to come to the city lord?

Because he had already made a decision in his heart, Ye Gucheng tapped his feet, and after a while, he arrived at the door of Chongyi Dao Chief's viewing room.

Just as he was about to raise his hand and knock on the door, the sound that came from inside the long gate of Chongyi Road made Ye Gucheng's hand pause. In his previous life, he was more than thirty years old, and although he had no heirs, the descendants of the Ye family were not withered, and he had seen a few immature babies. The sound in the room was faint, but it did belong to the baby.

With some confusion in his heart, Ye Gucheng raised his hand and knocked on Chongyi's door. Chong Yi answered and let him in.

Chong Yi is obsessed with swords, there is nothing outside the sword, and his life is naturally not very exquisite, so his room is extremely simple and clear, and the whole viewing room is just a bed, a table and a chair. At this moment, Daoist Chongyi was sitting on a chair, his face was strangely frowned, and he was holding something in his hands stiffly but cautiously.

Seeing Ye Gucheng coming in, Chong Yi straightened his complexion, bowed slightly to him and motioned for him to come over, and then stuffed the ball into Ye Gucheng's arms without saying anything.

Ye Gucheng only felt that the soft and familiar robe in his arms was raised at will, and a small face that was still a little red and wrinkled poked out of the cloth with difficulty, like a newborn beast, his eyes had never opened, but he was a baby who had not yet been full-term.

Ye Gucheng, who was holding the child for the first time, was rarely stunned, his back suddenly straightened, and his arms couldn't move. When he knocked on the door, Yun Shuijian had already been carried on his back, and at this time, he was holding the small ball of meat in his arms with both hands.

"Your junior sister."

Forcibly throwing the pot successfully, Daoist Chongyi regained his posture of the previous immortal wind Dao bones, and stopped Ye Gucheng's subconscious desire to stuff the child back with three words.

The little tuanzi in his arms rubbed Ye Gucheng's long hair slightly, and made a small "ah", as if in response to Chongyi's words.

Ye Gucheng couldn't, so he could only take a deep breath, and his eyes like cold stars looked at Chong Yi fixedly, waiting for his explanation.

Chong Yi is not a person of many words, he directly reached out and lifted a corner of the robe wrapped around the little girl, and carefully pinched the baby's thin wrist with two fingers.

On the baby girl's reddish wrist, a circle of red marks faintly peeked out from under the skin. The circle of red marks was slowly moving around the little girl's wrist, Ye Gucheng took a closer look, and found that the circle of red lines turned out to be four small words.

I am pure yang.

The marks on the baby girl's wrist are definitely naturally formed, otherwise it is impossible to flow slowly under her wrist, and the origin of these four words and Huashan Chunyang Palace cannot be prevaricated with the word "coincidence".

Chong Yi didn't buy anything, but directly told Ye Gucheng the legend of the Heavenly Dependent. When he heard the sentence "No swordsman in the world is outstanding", Ye Gucheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"She's the Celestial One?" Ye Gucheng stared at the child in his arms with burning eyes, and his breathing, which had always been steady, was rarely a little more rapid. His eyes at that moment made Chong Yi feel unable to see through.

- Ye Gucheng's eyes were suspicious, joyful, and expectant, and finally calmed down.

He was an immortal swordsman, and once, he thought that the only person in this world who could fight with him was Simon Blowing Snow. Later, as soon as he entered the pure yang, he saw another scenery that he had never seen before, and the way of the sword suddenly opened up. The purity and coldness of the pure yang sword move is the only one he has seen in his life.

However, Ye Gucheng didn't feel sorry for it. With his current swordsmanship, there are double tens of people in the pure yang who can defeat him. However, he knew that the ten-year-old Ye Gucheng could hardly rank among the top twenty in the Pure Yang Palace, but the thirty-year-old Ye Gucheng was invincible in the Pure Yang Palace—including his current master, Chongyi Dao Chief.

Invincibility in the world is indeed the lifelong pursuit of many people, but that kind of loneliness is not something that people who have never stood at the top can imagine. Now that he suddenly heard about the existence of the "Heavenly Favorite", Ye Gucheng rarely became a little interested.

Chong Yi Dao's heart was stable, but he didn't have Ye Gucheng's mind. He nodded, gently touched the soft fetal hair of the little baby girl, and then said: "This child was born for my pure yang, and now he is still at the age of chaos and has the Zixia Exercises, and over time, he will definitely integrate my Pure Yang Exercises." When you entered the wall of my door that day, the poor man thought that the heavenly favor would come out of the poor door. Now ......" his eyes swept over the baby girl in Ye Gucheng's arms, and Chong Yi continued with a sigh: "Now, it's not bad. In the end, he is still a disciple of the poor Dao, and his creation is no longer in vain. ”

Ye Gucheng gently put on the baby girl's wrist, and carefully led a wisp of Zixia Gong into her tendons, and that wisp of Zixia True Qi really did not enter the baby's tendons, without stagnation and rejection.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, Ye Gucheng's gaze at the baby girl in his arms was softer, and he twisted the baby girl's weak fingers as if she could crush them lightly, Ye Gucheng muttered: "With such talent, after ten years of practicing swords, she can fight with me." ”

Ye Gucheng did not lower his voice, and Daoist Chongyi naturally heard his self-talk clearly. Pure Yang Palace advocates Taoism and nature, and practicing swords and enlightening the Tao is not for the sake of being with others. He could see Ye Gucheng's desire to win, but Chong Yi did not forcibly correct it. In his opinion, it was just a path that his apprentice himself had chosen that was different from most Pure Yang disciples. There are three thousand avenues, but in the end, they are just different paths. Why, then, did he interfere?

Therefore, Chong Yi changed the subject: "You have come to look for me recently, what is the matter?" ”

At this time, the little group that was crying in the hands of Daoist Chongyi sobbed a few times, and actually fell asleep in Ye Gucheng's arms. Ye Gucheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Yi Chen: "Recently, the apprentice's sword path has encountered a bottleneck, and I am afraid that there will be changes in the family recently, and this time I want to go down to pure yang." ”

Although the disciples of Pure Yang are hidden, they also have the saying of going down the mountain to practice. Although Ye Gucheng is young now, he is not at the age of a pure yang disciple to go down the mountain, but he has a special identity and his swordsmanship is already good, Chong Yi agreed to this matter without asking too much. The master and apprentice had nothing else to say for a while, Ye Gucheng gave a deep salute to Chong Yi, and then turned to leave.

When everyone in Baiyun City heard that the city lord was about to return to the city, they naturally had already made arrangements. The comfortable and stable carriage was parked at the foot of Mount Hua early, and a group of white-clothed maids stood beside the carriage and stood quietly.

The Baiyun City Lord had been away from the city for five years, and when everyone was looking forward to their city lord, Ye Gucheng's figure suddenly appeared in the wind and snow. He didn't reach the crown, so he didn't wear the iconic crown of the Pure Yang Dao Chief. On top of the white clothes, black and gold stripes are scattered, even though the young man is not enough, he is already imposing and unspeakably expensive.

His sword was behind his back, and in his hand, he was holding a pale pink baby swaddling baby.

The maids of Baiyun City couldn't help but shrink their pupils, and they were all stunned in place. This time, it was not the butler who led everyone here, but the sword wiping among the twelve guards of the floating clouds. In the end, it can be regarded as some knowledge, wiping the sword coughed lightly, swept the stunned maids around him, and immediately greeted him.

"City Lord." Bowing to Ye Gucheng, he tried to stagger his gaze from the swaddling clothes in Ye Gucheng's arms, but finally couldn't help but ask: "This is ......"

Ye Gucheng stretched out his hand to block the fluttering snow for the baby in his arms, and then said to the sword calmly: "My junior sister." ”

After speaking, and no longer paying attention to everyone's faces, Ye Gucheng boarded the carriage that had been waiting for a long time. It wasn't until everyone packed up and set off with whips that Ye Gucheng finally frowned.

On that day, the governor of Chongyi agreed to let him go down the mountain, but handed over the child to him. It's not that Chunyang can't raise a child, it's just that Chong Yi insists on raising this child for him.

For Chongyi, this child is destined to be pure yang for a lifetime, and it doesn't make much difference whether he grows up in the pure yang palace or not. And for Ye Gucheng, can't Baiyun City still support a little girl? What's more, there's nothing that excites him more than being able to cultivate an opponent himself.

He stepped through the past, although he did not regret it in his previous life, but he did not want to enter the old way again in this life. He has been planning for several years, the death of Baiyun City, and the repeated fate of the children of the Ye family, he has already made a decision. But the only thing he didn't intend to change was the battle he had with Simon Blowing Snow.

As the two peerless divine soldiers in the world, the battle between him and Simon Blowing Snow is inevitable. This is what Ye Gucheng wants, and it is also what the sword in his hand wishes.

And now, let him have the privilege of meeting the Heavenly Favor who has only been seen by Pure Yang for three hundred years, as a person who has been pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship, how can Ye Gucheng not be happy? He also wanted to see what kind of swordsmanship that could cover the light of a lifetime with the power of one person was so breathtaking.

Therefore, he promised the head of the Chongyi Dao and brought back this little baby girl who couldn't see that she was going to become a peerless swordsman at all.

Huashan and the South China Sea are thousands of miles apart, and everyone wore stars and moons all the way, and finally arrived in Baiyun City within a month.

The delicate carriage galloped on the spacious official road, and Ye Gucheng leaned on the soft couch in the carriage, rubbing his brows with a rare tiredness.

In a month's time, the little girl in her arms had faded the red skin on her face and became white and round. Ye Gucheng weighed the lump in his arms every day, and a rare softness rose in his heart.

――If he hadn't been addicted to kendo in his previous life, I'm afraid he would also have an heir and pass on the bloodline of the Ye family.

The fatherly heart that came from nowhere made Ye Gucheng suddenly feel three points of pity for the little girl in his arms. What's more, this kid is really sticky to him, and he doesn't have a crying temperament, but as long as he leaves his arms, he will sob quietly. It's not the kind of childish howl that has no scruples, but a thin whisper, and there will be large tears pouring out, staining the little girl's long eyelashes, and the red eyebrows and eyes make her look even more young and pitiful.

As a result, the maids in Baiyun City couldn't even get close to the little girl's body. Ye Gucheng was completely helpless with this little girl, and all the way down, it was Ye Gucheng who took care of her all the way.

Now Ye Gucheng's body is only ten years old, and after tossing all the way, Rao is inevitably a little tired. Fortunately, three days ago, everyone changed horses into boats, and now Baiyun City is close at hand.

Ye Gucheng adjusted a comfortable posture for the little girl in his arms, breathing the salty air brought by the sea breeze, Ye Gucheng walked straight towards the city that had been absent for five years.

#论城主大人是如何沦为奶爸的#

#被师父强行甩锅什么的, the city lord is still running on the road today#