This is a magnificent and huge castle, the color of the castle is a little monotonous, and a little pale, but the whole castle looks very harmonious, or very neat. The castle seems to be very laxly guarded, and many entrances and exits are empty without a single guard, which does not seem to match such a magnificent castle. But in such a laxly defended castle, no one dared to trespass, or sneak in. Because, here lives a person who stands tallest.

By this time, the sky had darkened, leaving behind a crescent moon. In a room in the castle, a young man was looking at the moonlight at a strange mark that had been born in his palm, his eyebrows full of curiosity, as if he was studying the effect of this mark. The young man is called Lingkun. "Crunch", the door slowly opened, and walked in a young man dressed about twelve or three, the young man was dressed in a white robe, his face looked very white, his well-defined face was full of seriousness, and his handsome face also hung a calm that did not match his age. If you take a closer look, you will find that the face of the young man who pushed the door is seven points similar to the face of the young man on the bed, the difference is that one is immature and the other is calm. He is Lingkun's elder brother: Lingcong.

Lingcong pushed the door and walked in slowly, and saw the young man lying on the bed, and a little softness appeared on his resolute face: "What is a person looking at so brightly?" Lingkun heard the sound of pushing the door, and knew that it was his beloved brother who was coming, so he struggled to get up, and when he heard his brother speak, he handed his right hand with an extra mark to Lingcong, and said: "Brother, look, there is a snow-white little beast that bit my finger today, and there is this strange mark, I don't know if there is anything wrong." Hearing this, Ling Cong took Lingkun's palm and took a closer look, and when he saw this strange mark, his brows furrowed unconsciously. After carefully studying for a while, Ling Cong shook his head and said: "I heard the fifth master and the seventh master talk about this today, so I went to the place where the book was stored and searched carefully, but I didn't find the slightest relevance, but I think it should be fine, after all, you saved the little beast, and it shouldn't harm you." After speaking, he seemed to remember something, so he said: "By the way, my father called you over, this mark must be known by my father, so I can know it by letting my father see it." When Lingkun heard this, he seemed a little nervous and asked, "Brother, will my father punish me?" It can be seen that Lingkun seems to be very afraid of his father. When Ling Cong heard this, he couldn't help but be a little amused, and said: "Don't worry, usually my father is just strict with you, and this is also for your good, I don't think I will punish you this time." When Lingkun heard this, he felt that the fear in his heart had decreased slightly, so he got up and took Lingcong's hand and went out together.

In front of a simple room that didn't seem to fit the style of this Hongdae castle, Lingkun tidied up his clothes a little nervously, Lingcong smiled, knocked on the door, and said, "Father, my brother is here." There seemed to be silence in the room for a while, and then a gentle voice came out: "Let him in, you go." Hearing this, Ling Cong patted Ling Kun's head, and then turned around and left the front of the room. Lingkun watched Lingcong's journey pitifully, took a deep breath, seemed to be emboldened, and then pushed open the door of the room and walked in.

Pushing open the door, there are some extremely simple things in front of the eyes: a wooden bed is placed near the wooden window, a wooden chair, a wooden table is simply placed in the center of the room, there are some paper and ink on the table, a few wooden pens are resting, and there are some simple ink paintings on the wall. One was wearing a slightly rough white robe, the color of the white robe was a little dull, and it seemed to have been baptized by a long time. The man with a very tall back stood with his hands behind the door, as if admiring some simple calligraphy and paintings on the wall. Because of this man, this room that couldn't be simpler is no longer ordinary, because he is the highest person in this world, Lingkun's father.

The man seemed to think of something, shook his head unconsciously, and turned around. The man seems to be very ordinary, not the kind of beautiful that gives people amazing at first glance, but it looks very soft, very intimate, and the ordinary face is very attractive. Lingkun saw this intimate face, but he looked very nervous for no reason, because the man was usually strict with him, so Lingkun was just more afraid of this very "gentle" man.

Seeing Lingkun's nervous but forcibly calm face, the man unconsciously frowned, and asked, "Why are you nervous?" Lingkun didn't seem to feel very easy to speak, didn't answer the man's words, and shook his head nervously. The man waved his hand, no longer cared, turned around and sat on the wooden chair, and said, "Listen to the Fifth Elder and the Seventh Elder, it seems that you have encountered some interesting things today, you should talk about it carefully." When Lingkun heard this, he organized the language, and then the veteran carefully described what he had experienced during the day. The man listened to Lingkun's description, and his face was still as light as ever. After the story was told, the man took Lingkun's right hand, looked carefully at the mark on Lingkun's hand, seemed to notice something, and finally frowned unconsciously, but soon stretched out again and didn't say anything.

The man looked at Lingkun's somewhat frightened expression, and his face showed complex expressions such as guilt and pity, and quickly converged, but this scene did not fall into the eyes of Lingkun who bowed his head. Soon returned to the seriousness that began, and the man said, "Are you afraid that I will punish you?" Hearing this, Lingkun saw that the man didn't seem to be angry, nodded, and lowered his head again. The man's face, which had been indifferent, rarely showed a very bright sense of relief, and said: "Or your behavior today is very reckless, and you don't know how to consider your own safety, but you rarely have such a firmness, not fear, you think it's right, you do it, and decide to protect, then you have to protect even if you lose your own life." My son can be a scrap of wood, but not a coward. Today, you did a great job!" Lingkun seemed to feel a little unbelievable when he heard this, looking up at the smile on his father's face, his nose was a little sour unconsciously, and it seemed that his father had not praised himself for a long time. But I thought of something again, and I was gloomy. Seeing Lingkun's changes, the man seemed to be aware that he had touched Lingkun's pain, patted Lingkun's shoulder, and said gently, "You go down." Hearing this, Lingkun saluted his father, gently pushed the door and walked out, closing the door, and the small figure seemed to be very lonely in the dark.

The man leaned back on the wooden chair, seemed to be a little tired, rubbed his brow, tapped his middle finger on the table, "What do you think?" After a while, the space in front of the wooden table slowly distorted, and out came an old man with white hair, the old man's movements were very restrained, and he maintained twelve points of respect for the man in front of him. The old man lowered his head and said slowly: "Spirit Lord, according to the description of the fifth and seventh elders, it should be right. There was an indescribable solemnity in the words. The man nodded, did not speak, waved his hand, motioned for the old man to go down, and found that the old man in front of him looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, so he said, "What's the matter, but it doesn't hurt to say it." When the old man heard this, he said, "Spirit Lord, have you been a little too harsh on the second young master all these years?" Hearing this, the man surged with complicated emotions, sighed, and said: "This is for his good, after all, I can't protect him for the rest of my life." When the old man heard this, he was a little disapproving, as if he didn't understand why the spirit lord would say this, in his opinion, the spirit lord was the sky, the sky, and it would not fall.

As the old man exited the room, all that remained was the rhythmic tapping of fingers on the wooden table. The man got up and looked up at the window, his calm eyes stained with deep worry. He sighed and said to himself, "It's finally there!"