Chapter 5. A little Taoist aunt who ran away from home.

Among the water bandits in the Twelve Water Villages, the most elite people have gone, and the rest of the rabble are not worth mentioning in front of the Jingwei of Baiyun City. The rest of the sweeping work didn't need Ye Gucheng to do it himself, so he picked up Jun Xuan and floated away as when he came.

With just this battle, the name of Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, as the "head of the swords of the South China Sea", is no longer meaningful. And this year, he was only fifteen years old, and he was still a teenager who had not yet reached the crown. No one dares to imagine what kind of brilliance such a sharp sword will bloom in time.

It's just that the battle was too thrilling, although the parties involved were a little careless, but the rivers and lakes are so big, and it didn't take long for the grand occasion of that battle to be spread to the gods.

In this way, no one noticed that Jun Xuan, the junior sister of the White Cloud City Lord, at the age of five, used the same trick as the White Cloud City Lord to kill the sneak attacker under the hairpin without learning the sword.

When Jun Xuan was carried back to the room by Ye Gucheng, they looked at each other for a long time, and it was not until the starry night gradually fell that Jun Xuan woke up from his meditation. The world in front of her was too new for her, and she needed some time to sort it out.

Once upon a time, her eyes were always reflecting sword moves repeatedly. Sometimes those sword moves were continuous, sometimes they broke down. At a very young age, she knew that her world was different from everyone else. It was as if there were only swords in her world, and she herself felt that having a sword was enough.

Jun Xuan sometimes has the illusion that she clearly knows that she is in the South China Sea where there is no snow all year round, but there is always a vast white snow in front of her eyes. Pure Yang Pure Yang, that place she has never seen with her own eyes, but it seems to come to her dream every night, and together with those complicated sword moves, the rise and fall of hundreds of years of glory and disgrace, the past and the past, are all poured into her mind.

So Jun Xuan never spoke. All her time was immersed in the light and shadow in front of her eyes and in her head. Just like the innate circle of red silk on her wrist, Jun Xuan even felt in her small heart that even if it was like now, there was nothing wrong with being pure yang in her life.

It was Ye Gucheng who broke through the chaos in front of her.

Jun Xuan's closeness to Ye Gucheng is almost natural, she likes him because she is a sword, and so is he.

So when she was young, only by Ye Gucheng's side, only surrounded by the sword intent around him, could she be safe. And in the next five years, she grew up on Ye Gucheng's lap, and Ye Gucheng's sword intent soaked her limbs. And how could her sword intent not affect Ye Gucheng in the slightest?

The child is innocent, Jun Xuan leans on the sword power of heaven and earth, and becomes a pure yang in a lifetime. Such a sword intent that had no invasive intent and was close at hand had already silently infiltrated Ye Gucheng's sword path. Even if his heart is as firm as Ye Gucheng, he is not sure if he is really completely unaffected by Jun Xuan.

That day, Jun Xuan was intoxicated with sword moves as before, but he felt the coercion that suddenly burst out from Ye Gucheng. That sword, Ye Gucheng's sword was the one who came to attack, but Jun Xuan only felt a cold light coming to his face.

Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes?

Ye Gucheng's white clothes were like pure yang and white snow, and Jun Xuan did not allow the slightest resistance to break through the chaos in front of her, making her suddenly clear. The sword moves have been fused with the blood, and the pure yang has been engraved in the heart. Her sword has endured for years, and if she doesn't have a sword now, when will she wait?

So, there was a move to use a hairpin as a sword, and there was the first person to die under her sword.

The sword, once picked up, cannot be put down. The sword is always a journey to death. Therefore, after that battle, in the snow and bamboo forest of Baiyun City, the figure of sword training became two.

Even though Jun Xuan was carrying the Zixia Exercises, and he also had all the Pure Yang Sword Techniques in his chest, his body was a five-year-old child. Ye Gucheng was afraid that her foundation was unstable, so he let her practice from the most basic.

The five-year-old girl was undersized and even shorter than the average child. However, once she picked up the sword in her hand, she never complained. Ye Gucheng watched from the sidelines, and a sense of pride suddenly surged in his heart - it was the child he raised with his own hands. Eventually, he will also grow into a swordsman who is on par with him and even surpasses him under his gaze.

This is probably the so-called "Laneige Jade Tree, I want to make it born in the ears of the court"? Ye Gucheng shook his head and chuckled, he couldn't laugh or cry. Indeed, after the accumulation of two lifetimes, he is not confused, how can he really regard this little girl as a junior sister. It's more like a daughter.

The youngest daughter who was raised on her knees, even if she is placed in an ordinary family, I am afraid that she will be favored by one or two, let alone in Baiyun City. Over time, although the people in the rivers and lakes did not know Jun Xuan's name, the matter of "Ye Gucheng has a very beloved junior sister" also spread silently.

The cold and heat in Baiyun City are not very clear, and before you know it, ten years have passed.

On the back mountain of the Baiyun City City Lord's Mansion, a bamboo forest stretches into the sea.

The climate of the South China Sea makes it not easy to carry such a large bamboo forest, but the bamboo forest in Baiyun City is still alive. In the depths of this bamboo forest, there is a clearing paved with stone slabs. Before he could get close to the clearing, there was a faint sound of a sword breaking through the air.

Through the layered branches and leaves of the green bamboo, the two figures, one tall and one short, each occupy half of the open space, and what comes out of the practice is a sword move that is no different.

From the Taixu Sword Intent to the Heavenly Dao Sword Momentum, from the Pure Yang Jue to the Northern Darkness Sword Qi, the figures of the two of them flew and fell, and the long sword in their hands left white marks on the hard stone slab under their feet.

After a long time, the man in white suddenly turned his wrist, pulled a sword flower, and the sword move in his hand changed suddenly, and the whole person rose into the air.

Where will he come from? Left or right, front or back?

There was no time left for people to speculate, and a sword came from the sky with a fierce sword momentum.

Sky! Outside! Fly! Immortal!

How many people in the world can catch the flying immortals? How many people can catch the past and present lives that have mixed Ye Gucheng, and the immortals who have been flying outside the sky after five years of pure yang enlightenment?

The girl in a pure yang robe did not retreat, her body was petite and weak, but when she held the sword, she did float like an immortal - can the standing immortal be able to compete with the flying immortal? Even she didn't know it until she actually took the sword.

This is not the first time Jun Xuan has taken Ye Gucheng's trick of flying immortals, and it will not be the last.

The petite girl crossed the sword in front of her chest, breaking the sky, giving birth to Tai Chi, and rushing to Yin and Yang in a chain, and the white Tai Chi under her feet flashed and then shattered into two petals, a sword qi raged, and the cold qi scattered.

Some of the wide Dao robes on her body were puffed up by the sword qi, and several sword marks were left on the cuffs in an instant. As if it was just a moment, Ye Gucheng fell down and stood beside her.

Jun Xuan also inserted the long sword in his hand back to his back, then raised his cuffs to look at it carefully, and said to Ye Gucheng expressionlessly for a while: "Seventeen sword marks." Senior brother, there are two fewer than last time. ”

She didn't speak until she was five years old, but she was always quiet. In addition to practicing swords, Jun Xuan's most common thing to do is to read scriptures and practice characters. Even since the beginning of chaos at the age of five, she began to have morning and evening classes with Ye Gucheng. This is a habit that only pure yang disciples have, but Jun Xuan is not the slightest stranger to it, and he has never slackened.

At this time, Ye Gucheng really believed that the Heavenly Favor was a pure yang, otherwise, he was clearly a junior sister who was raised according to everyone's ladies and peerless swordsmen, why did he become the appearance of this little Dao aunt today? It is not necessary to teach the "girl" to be a weak quality in the boudoir, and daily life is also based on Jun Xuan's temperament, and there is not much restraint.

Nodding slightly, Ye Gucheng smiled slightly: "Very good." A slight improvement. ”

Hearing Ye Gucheng's praise, Jun Xuan's tight little face also loosened a little, she pursed her lips, suppressed the corners of her mouth that she wanted to provoke, and her dark and clear eyes moved away from Ye Gucheng's face, and landed on her sword-mottled cuffs, a little stiff to hide her joy: "It's rare to wear new clothes today." ”

After that, the fifteen-year-old girl's little face was still a little fleshy, which made the original fairy face a little more delicate.

Seeing this, Ye Gucheng's smile really couldn't help it. He raised his hand to touch the little girl's soft hair, but Jun Xuan's hair had already been meticulously tied up. Ye Gucheng simply reached out and pinched the soft little flesh on her cheeks, and after pinching it a few times, he chuckled and said, "A few clothes are still not enough for your senior brother." ”

The wind blows, and the bamboo leaves make a rustling sound. This is just an ordinary morning in Baiyun City.

However, this is no ordinary morning. Because on this day, a bird like an eagle and a falcon flew into the window of Jun Xuan's room. The delicate scroll strapped to the bird's leg caused a ripple in Jun Xuan's usually calm eyes. She removed the scroll and looked at it for a long time, and finally put pen to paper and wrote a reply.

Since the Shuizhai invasion of Baiyun City ten years ago, there is no need for Ye Gucheng to say more, the people under him are naturally more dedicated to the guards of Baiyun City, and the mansion of the lord of Baiyun City is guarded like an iron bucket, without Ye Gucheng's approval, not to mention a bird, not even a fly can fly in.

Regarding this kind of bird that regularly flew into his little girl's room, Ye Gucheng didn't say much. After all, he knew that everyone had something to carry, and so did him, and so did his sister.

Therefore, Ye Gucheng was just telling Sù Junxuan, if there was something that could not be solved, he could tell him, and he never interfered again.

This is Ye Gucheng's trust in Jun Xuan, he believes that this child raised by him, no matter what path she will take in the future, she will not do anything unfavorable to Baiyun City after all. In that case, why should he interfere?

It's just that Ye Gucheng didn't know at this time, and soon after, he would regret his "non-interference".

When he didn't see his little girl in the bamboo forest for the first time in ten years, and turned to her room to look for it, but only saw a piece of paper left in the book, Ye Gucheng had a rare experience of what it meant to be "shocked and angry".

#没错, the little girl who has always been very well-behaved, ran away from home very steadily#

#闺女叛逆伤我心, the lord of the castle realized the sorrow of being a father too early#