As soon as consciousness was restored, the first thing Qing Ling felt was the pain that spread from his heart to his limbs.

Every once in a while, someone would inject a warm divine power into his body, soothing the sharp pain.

After a long time of painful and soothing repetition, she finally had the strength to open her eyes.

The figure in front of him gradually became clearer, and Mo Qian, who was silver-haired and white-clothed, was sitting sideways beside him, his expression condensed as usual.

"Master." Qing Ling called weakly.

Mo Qian reached out to help her tuck the quilt corner, "Awake?" ”

The memories before fainting slowly woke up, and Qing Ling's mind was full of countless questions, but he was the first to think about the various disasters he had broken through, and he looked at the master with his eyes, hesitating and not knowing how to speak.

That day, Yuanqing was unwilling to persecute his junior sister and returned to Chongwu alone. Mu Han's forbidden army inside and outside Chongwu was heavily guarded, and Yuan Qing slipped out of Chongwu with the help of Mo Qian, but it took a while to re-enter. After he told the master what had happened, Mo Qian immediately went out of the mountain to find Qingling in person, and it took several days to go back and forth......

Mo Qian's eyes wandered, as if he was hesitating about something, and finally stared at Qing Ling and asked a question that completely surprised her.

"I ask you for the teacher, have you ever had a ...... with Chaoyan Muchen Crossing the moment? ”

"Extraordinary?"

Qing Ling pondered the meaning of the word in his heart.

Could it be that the fourth senior brother told the master all about himself and Mu Chen?

Oh, my God...... Master is asking himself about his own life......

Qing Ling couldn't help blushing, and for a while he forgot to pursue Qingyun Jian or something, hurriedly turned his head and hid his face in the quilt, and said angrily: "Master, I don't know what you're talking about......

Mo Qian lifted the corners of the quilt, his brows furrowed, and his eyes stared sharply at Qing Ling, "I mean," paused, and sighed heavily, "Have you ever had a skin-to-skin relationship with him?" Have you ever done a husband and wife's business? ”

Qing Ling's cheeks were hot, he couldn't believe his ears at all, he stared at Mo Qian with his mouth half-open, and subconsciously shook his head.

If it weren't for the "teaching" of Xian Xian in Wutong Town, Qing Ling probably wouldn't have understood Mo Qian's question. Since she was a child, Master has never taught her any relevant knowledge, and she has not even given a specific reason or explanation for the fact that she should not show herself as a woman when she goes out.

Mo Qian studied Qing Ling's expression, and after a while, he nodded slightly, "It's good if you don't have it." ”

He has taken Qingling with him since she was born, and the understanding and tacit understanding between the two is no different from the biological father and daughter of ordinary people.

Qing Ling heard that there seemed to be another deep meaning in Mo Qian's tone, and he couldn't help but be alert.

Mu Chen, he ...... Where is he? Is he okay? ”

Mo Qian said lightly: "He's fine." ”

Qing Ling raised her eyes and looked around, and saw that the tent curtains were luxurious, the screens were exquisite, and the furnishings on the rosewood shelves beside the couch were all magnificent, which was not the style of Chongwu's residence at all, which made her inexplicably have a premonition of trepidation......

"Master, what kind of place is this?"

She suppressed the panic in her subconscious and asked, "Also, what's going on with Qingyun Sword?" Be...... Did you seal it inside me? ”

Mo Qian lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time, and finally slowly told the amazing secret that had been hidden for hundreds of years -

"It's not me, it's your mother."

He grabbed Qing Ling's wrist, used his divine power to stabilize her internal breath, and said word by word: "Your mother is Zhang Xuannu. ”

Qing Ling's mind was blank at first, and then countless thunderbolts exploded, and the blood instantly condensed, entangled in confusion and hesitation.

She asked with a trembling lips and a trembling voice, "You mean...... That, that...... My father is ......"

Mo Qian replied softly, "Emperor Chaoyan." ”

Qing Ling's gaze gradually dimmed, tears rolled down at some point, and the sharp pain gushing out of her internal organs made her almost suffocate.

She struggled to sit up, "No way! It can't be ......"

Those sweet and beautiful moments, from throbbing anticipation to promises, those tender words, and the lingering kiss, the kiss that made her soul tremble......

unexpectedly

It belongs to her own brother!

Qing Ling reached out and grabbed Mo Qian's sleeve, choked up and said, "You told me that my parents are from Huaizhou...... Say my father's surname is Meng ...... Not the last name ......"

"No......" she shook her head, tears streaming down her face like broken threads, and repeated over and over again, "No...... It's not really ......"

Mo Qian pressed Qing Ling back to the couch, while controlling her internal breathing, he raised his hand to caress her forehead, and gently rubbed her hairline like a child coaxing a child, "Qing Ling, you be quiet and obedient." ”

Qing Ling gasped a few times, but his heart ached even more, sobbing and unable to speak.

Mo Qian let out a long sigh, "I understand, what are you sad about...... You and that kid have no fate. Besides, he is actually not suitable for you......" paused, "It's all my fault, I didn't stop you earlier, and I was ashamed of your mother's trust to me." ”

When Qing Ling heard the word "mother", her crying voice suddenly increased, "What mother?" She's not! She's dead! She's long dead! ”

She spoke incoherently, as if she had lost all her ability to think, and only tried to deny the fact before her......

"Shut up!"

Mo Qian's tone became sharp, and his eyes surged with a wave as cold as thousands of years of ice, "You are not qualified to deny your mother. ”

He paused, tried his best to ease his breath, and stretched out his fingers to wipe away the tears on Qing Ling's face, "Things in the world, cause and effect are born together. You just have to calm down and think about it, and you will know that Master is not lying to you. The Qingyun Sword used to be the weapon of the Heavenly Emperor, if you didn't have the bloodline of the Heavenly Emperor's clan, how could you control the Qingyun Sword with your mind alone? How can he control the Heavenly Emperor's mount, the unicorn beast? ”

Qing Ling remembered the unicorn that suddenly stopped deforming because of his own blood, and realized something in a trance. She closed her eyes in agony, and the person gradually quieted down, and all that was left in her empty heart was cold despair.

After a long time, Mo Qian slowly spoke again: "More than three hundred years ago, Jiuqiu Luo Heng led the demon army to invade the north, and along the way, the blood stained the rivers and the lives were ruined, and finally in Cangli, it was intercepted by your mother and the army.

Luo Heng is menacing and unstoppable. At that time, the Chaoyan Kingdom was scattered because of years of conquest with neighboring countries, and it was at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and morale. Therefore, in order not to shake the morale of the army, although your mother was pregnant at the time, she did not announce the news to the public.

In the battle, she and Luo Heng hit each other hard.

I'm with your mother...... I have known each other since childhood, and later they are in charge of the Holy Mountain, and they have both friendship and moral friendship, so when I received the news of the decisive battle between the two armies, I also hurried from Chongwu to Cangshui Ligu, but I was finally a step late, and saw your mother was seriously injured by Luo Heng and fell from the valley.

I rode my mount to the bottom of the valley and saw that her consciousness was almost gone, but it was not hopeless. But when I tried to inject spiritual power into her, she stopped me and begged me to take her to a hidden place. I led her to a waterhole deep in the valley, and with my spiritual power I gave birth to many branches of roses, and built a barrier to ......"

Mo Qian's voice gradually became low, as if she was caught in a distant memory, "There, she used her last strength to give birth to you, who was less than a month, and then sealed the Qingyun Sword into your body, asking me to take you away, and asking me to make a vow never to reveal your background.

I knew then that she was actually determined to die......

When you were born, you were very weak, and it was all thanks to the spiritual power of the Qingyun Sword that you were able to save your life. I hugged you and begged her, but she was such a cold and resolute person, and she would never take me in her eyes......"

The death of Zhang Xuannu, Qing Ling has also heard of it.

Legend has it that she was beaten down the valley by Luo Heng, and soon after she rose again, in front of everyone, with the most noble and graceful posture, she dissipated her spiritual power and died.

It is said that this is the unique way of death of the Heavenly Emperor's family, which is poignant, respectful, and lonely......

Qing Ling had stopped crying at this moment, and gasped slightly, "Why?" Why didn't she let you save her? And why don't you want to reveal it...... My background? ”

Mo Qian withdrew her thoughts from her memories, touched the top of Qing Ling's hair, and said slowly in a deep voice: "Her divine consciousness is almost diminished, and in order to ensure that you can be born safely, she has exhausted the last of her spiritual power. Later, even if I wanted to come to the rescue, I couldn't do anything back. Your mother, who has been burdened by power struggles all her life, has made many choices as a last resort. She doesn't want you to repeat her mistakes, and wants you to live the life you want to live without being confined by your identity. ”

When Qing Ling heard the last sentence, his heart was bitter.

The life you want to live...... I'm afraid I'll never get it......

For this mother, who has never met, Qing Ling can't talk about having too deep feelings, but thinking that she didn't hesitate to lose her life in order to give birth to herself smoothly that day, she finally felt sad and sad, pulled her master's arm, put her face on it, and was silent for a long time.

Mo Qian lowered his eyes and looked at Qing Ling's face that looked like an old man, and the taste in his chest was also difficult to distinguish.

Arlo, your daughter has grown up......

It's a pity that I can't keep my vow that day, so that she will stay away from the strife between the dynasties and families for the rest of her life......

Do you blame me?