At this time, it is already evening, the sunset hides behind the burning clouds to emit afterglow, the clear sea reflects the orange sky, the sea breeze is slow, the wrinkled water surface, sparkling, the sky and the sea are one, golden and brilliant.

The sunset soon disappeared into the sea, the sky became dark, and the "double moon" replaced the red sun, which was bright and cool, and the entire Haicheng was enveloped under the silver glow - the Tibetan Autumn Palace hung high above the sea city, and the purple-blue prohibition was replaced by the silver moon, which was far away from the real moon, illuminating the entire sea like a silver glow country.

The lights of the city capital and villages near the sea are lit up one after another, and the Haicheng night market, which belongs to the only mortals, has gradually begun, and the people are full of people, which is more lively than during the day. Fishing boats that return late from the sea have special fish lanterns hanging on the bow of the boat, and they are safe and slow to dock.

Passing merchant ships waved flags to ask for pilotage, and occasionally monks flew from the sea to land, busy and leisure, playing the brightest sea city in the South China Sea.

Some playful krakens quietly followed the merchant ship and wanted to smuggle in, but were stopped by the iron-faced and ruthless deacon disciples of the Shrine, who begged unwillingly. When the plea was fruitless, it stirred the surface of the sea, shattered the silver plates, splashed white water, and drenched passers-by. The troublesome Kraken slipped away before the deacon's disciples got angry, leaving only the angry monk behind him in a rage.

Every "double moon" is the grand festival of Haicheng, and the night market will last until the first hour.

The outer courtyard of the Tibetan Autumn Palace got off school early. Many deacons and disciples took a break from bathing on this day, and even the core attached a little divine sense to one of them's magic weapon, mixing among mortals to feel the charm of the night market.

In the Zangqiu Palace, after holding the lamp, Xiang Cong, who slipped over, didn't know when he left, only Cheng Zhaoxi was bitterly studying the talisman; Cheng Zhaoxi glanced at it a few times, felt dizzy, and understood all words, but it was all a bunch of incomprehensible numbers...... It's even more boring than the Fu Seal.

Cheng Xuanzun also felt very boring, the blue tendons on his forehead were hidden and convex, and he was trying his best to restrain his emotions of wanting to beat people.

If he had the ability to reverse time, he would definitely go back two hours ago and send Xiang Chengtian out directly. He shouldn't have seen the sorrow on his cold face after the other party's greeting, so he asked what was on his mind.

For so many years, Xiang Chengtian's words have not improved at all, tears rippled as soon as he opened his mouth to complain, dignified Sword Monarch, a person who is hundreds of years old, cry when he says it, what kind of body has it become! His child is waiting outside, and he really thinks how ruthless he Cheng Yang is, so that a Sword Monarch can cry.

“...... Master, don't you know, that Sword Sect is really not a place for people to stay, the disciple has been working day and night for four hundred years, practicing swordsmanship, just thinking about returning in brocade clothes as soon as possible, the disciple is dull, it took four hundred years to be the sword king, the master should not be disgusted, and avoid seeing the disciple...... Woo."

Xiang Jianjun tugged on Cheng Xuanzun's sleeve, and he was about to wrinkle his sleeve. His eyes are clear and unusually bright, and he has become very skilled in the ability to cry when he says he cries. Even if Cheng Xuanzun pretended to be indifferent, he still cheekily talked about his suffering over the years.

"And that family...... It's too shameless, saying everywhere that the disciple is the son of the family's rebellion, spreading rumors everywhere that the master instigates the disciple to disobey the elder, and later says that the disciple betrayed the master, turned to the East God Sword Sect, and helped the East God fight Zixiao Xuanzhou, he is a faithless and unrighteous person, and he wants to use the strength of the whole clan to crusade against the disciple, and the master wants to be the master for the disciple...... "I look so wronged."

If you don't know that he is a sword king, you still think that the bullied gentleman will go home and beg the elders to come forward.

Cheng Xuanzun opened his mouth, but he didn't know which sentence he would answer.

The thing I regret the most in this life is that I am soft-hearted and pick up Xiang Chengtian's words. If he can talk to others, he will endure it, but only when the two of them get along in private, he is like a happy finch (a strange beast that likes to chirp incessantly. The noise was so loud that he couldn't help it, so he found a reason to drive this happy bird to the East Divine Continent as a sword cultivator.

I miss those quiet days a little......

At that time, he was also inspired by it, thinking that this kid's qualifications were good, and it would take at least a thousand years to ascend to the Sword Monarch, so he coaxed him to go outside and walk around, maybe he could get rid of the bad habit of talking, so he casually made an agreement that he could come back only after ascending to the top of the Sword Monarch.

In fact, he is not required to abide by it, and the child raised by himself, as long as the child himself does not have the desire to go, he will not abandon it. However, this kid is a covenant-keeping, saying that the position of the Sword Monarch is the position of the Sword Monarch, and it has only been four hundred years, and he has really ascended to the position of the Sword Monarch, and he has married a wife and had children......

Isn't it really too cruel to him? A lonely and helpless child walks in the Sword Cultivation Sect full of geniuses, and there are a bunch of relatives who pull their hind legs, and the only one who can rely on him is the Zangqiu Palace, but at that time, he disliked him for talking too much, and wanted to change his temperament to make himself clean for a few years, so he didn't help him too much, as if he was completely free-range, thinking about it like this, it seemed really too much.

Cheng Xuanzun rarely reflects on himself.

Over there, Xiang Jianjun was still talking, as if he wanted to make up for all the words he had said for so many years. Cheng Xuanzun immediately stifled the little guilt that had just risen.

Can't keep him in the Tibetan Autumn Palace, a Joy Sparrow in the Qi Refining Period needs to eat and drink, and a Joy Sparrow in the Fit Period can be said for ten days and half a month, and it doesn't take it seriously......

Xiang Jianjun vividly finished thinking about Cheng Xuanzun, and couldn't think of other topics for the time being, so he immediately turned to Xiang Cong.

"Master, don't you know, Xiang Cong's kid actually took a group of children to break into Zixiao's mountain gate without telling me a while ago, which almost caused a catastrophe, and now the sect has a lot of complaints about me, saying that I can't teach children, and it has ruined the atmosphere of the entire sect......"

He rolled his eyes, looked at Cheng Xuanzun's expression, and saw that he heard that the child immediately showed a little interested, Shizun's problem is really not light, as long as it is the child of someone close to him, he pays special attention to it.

"This kid doesn't obey, but he is a natural spirit sword embryo, anyone's sword can play, he often relies on the sect's tolerance of him to go in and out of misconduct, and his mind is not on cultivation, I just thought, the master taught Ah Xi so well, it can be seen that Xiang Cong can also be obedient......" Xiang Jianjun really opened his mouth and immediately buttoned a hat to Xiang Cong, anyway, Xiang Cong didn't know outside.

Cheng Xuanzun frowned: "It's only eight years old and you're just messing around like this?"

Xiang Jianjun immediately answered, and also buttoned a hat to Dongshen Jianzun, and complained: "No! Jianzun said that sword cultivation is to do what you want in order to have great achievements, and you can connive at Cong'er everywhere." In one breath, he added material to what Xiang Cong had done, and said it badly, and he was not afraid that after Xiang Cong knew about it, he would have a father-son relationship.

When Cheng Xuanzun heard the end, he knew that Xiang Chengtian was talking nonsense, so he quickly interrupted him funny and angry, how could someone talk about his own child like this, so he accepted it and took the opportunity to drive Xiang Jianjun out, and his ears finally calmed down. However, he was not idle, and immediately calculated the reason for raising Xiang Cong in his heart.

......

Xiang Cong, who was sitting in the outer hall, saw Xiang Jianjun with a satisfied face, and came out like a spring breeze, and couldn't help but turn his head a little and secretly rolled his eyes. How many words he spoke, he had been waiting here for almost two hours.

Tonight is the most lively night market in Haicheng, and monks and mortals can go along. He had never played such a fireworks festival, and he originally wanted to go down with Cheng Zhaoxi to have a look, but who knew that Cheng Zhaoxi had a bitter face and was saying that he had to do his homework. Manager Cheng looked like he was staring at the supervision, he was a guest, and it was not easy to entangle in the territory of the ancestor, so he had to sit for a while, and then came here to wait for his father.

It's time to wait!

Those disciples of the Divine Palace who went out to visit the night market have all come back one after another, and the night market is coming to an end. Xiang Cong's muscles and bones that were used to being free were all shouting and unhappy. When the Sword King knocked on his head, he followed behind.

However, Jianjun didn't know that he wanted to join in the fun, so he had to coax him: "Master Cheng promised to let you play in Haicheng for two years, and you can play as much as you like on such festivals in the future." ”

Xiang Cong let out an "ah", and looked suspiciously at Jian Jun's serious face, feeling that there was a pit, but he couldn't say why. After all, a child is a child, and he immediately put aside his doubts and became happy, full of expectations for the past two years, ignoring the schadenfreude revealed by the Sword Monarch.