The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

When I opened my eyes again, it was still a dark night, with insects chirping and bonfires burning. In the pond not far away, the frogs call twice from time to time, and the pond is full of water. Although the night view is beautiful, it is still disturbing.

A young man in Tsing Yi by the fire kept stuffing things in his mouth, but his mouth was full but still muttered in a low voice. On the bonfire was a huge wild boar, steaming hot and fragrant. Looking at the wild boar on the bonfire, Qingyun's stomach bulged out inappropriately.

While stuffing the young man in Tsing Yi with barbecue meat in his mouth, with a wave of his right hand, he cut off a roasted pork leg on the bonfire, and threw it to the young man Qingyun casually.

The young Qingyun took it casually, glanced at the young man in Tsing Yi gratefully, and devoured it.

"You don't know who I am, why am I here?" Looking at the plain-clothed young man who was gobbling up and had no heart or lungs, the young man in Tsing Yi asked curiously.

The young Qingyun stopped the barbecue in his hand slightly, quickly swallowed the meat in his mouth, and said to the young man in Tsing Yi: "You said it yourself, your name is Xiaolin." As for why you came, I don't know, anyway, you helped me, you and I are alive, and that's enough. ”

After speaking, Qingyun continued to gobble up, leaving a young man in Tsing Yi with a blank face. The young man in Tsing Yi shook his head slightly, drank a sip of wine, and said to the young man Qingyun in the distance: "I'm not that cheap rotten good person, I was invited to come and escort you." You must know that not everyone can invite the future swordsman Xiaolin to make a move. ”

Hearing this, Qingyun raised his head and looked at the young man in Tsing Yi.

"How do you want to know who invited me here?" Looking at Qingyun, whose mouth was full of barbecue and unable to speak, the young man in Tsing Yi continued.

Qingyun nodded quickly, and a clear shadow inexplicably appeared in his heart.

"I can only tell you that it's a woman, you have seen Shennong Valley, and the rest is unspeakable. The young man in Tsing Yi raised his head and drank a pot of wine, and fell asleep.

Qingyun slowly put down the barbecue in his hand, and the girl dressed in white resurfaced in his heart. In the tricks of the body, the thunder is faint, the sound of wind and thunder is hidden, and the thunder is hidden.

The sky is clear, and the blue sea is falling. Two teenagers walked on the mountain path, to be precise, a young man in plain clothes carrying a young man in Tsing Yi on his back.

"Can you slow down, I'm your savior. The young man in Tsing Yi on his back seemed to be unable to stand the bumpy mountain road and complained.

"I remember you passed out at the end. The plain-clothed young man lowered his head, his forehead was full of sweat, and turned his head slightly and said.

"I helped you defeat two powerful people. The young man in Tsing Yi stroked his forehead and continued.

"Maybe they didn't come to me in the first place, I remember that you were for Zhang Langzhong, for Shushan, and didn't say for me. Su Yi Qingyun said with a slight recollection.

The man in green clothes on his back couldn't wait to slash the two swords of the ungrateful young man in front of him, but the injuries all over his body made him hurt badly every time he bumped.

The young man in Tsing Yi stopped talking, and the sweat on his face became thicker and thicker. The plain-clothed young man turned his head and asked, "Is Shushan very powerful, why don't you think you can beat the young sect master of the Sword Casting Villa." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi forcibly endured a mouthful of old blood and spit it out, thinking in his heart, you are such a smart guy. Didn't you see that the young sect master of Sword Forging Villa left in despair?

The young man in Tsing Yi said lightly: "The Shushan Sword Sect is okay, it's not as powerful as my Xiaolin." Not to mention what kind of Sword Casting Villa, it can't be ranked. The next time we meet, we will definitely solve it with a sword. ”

The young man in plain clothes thought that the person on his back was bragging, and the person on his back thought about where he needed a sword.

The splendid palace, the white jade paved ground, the sandalwood carved eaves phoenix, the blue tile carved floating windows, and the soaring dragon carved by white pillars all tell the royal majesty.

A red-brick staircase winds its way to the court's backyard, through a rockery, to a silent study. In the study, a man dressed in a dragon robe with an easy-going face flipped through a book with one hand and wrote casually with the other.

An elderly father-in-law gently pushed open the heavy red door, came to the man's side, and whispered a few words into the man's ear. The man's relaxed expression disappeared without a trace in an instant, replaced by a thick anxious look.

Not long after, a man dressed in flame armor walked into the study with a teenager. The man in flame armor saluted, but the gray-clothed young man was indifferent. The boy was six or seven points similar to the man in the dragon robe.

The old father-in-law wanted to step forward to persuade him, but the man in the dragon robe waved his hand to stop him, strode up to the young man, and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Yi Feng. The young man was not afraid at all, looked directly at the man in front of him, and said lightly.

"Do you know who I am?" the dragon-robed man asked again.

"I didn't know before, but now I know. The young man tilted his head slightly and said in an indifferent tone.

"Oh, tell me about it?" the man in the dragon robe asked lightly as if he didn't notice the cold meaning in his words.

"I didn't know before, because no one had said it, and not long ago that guy in armor told me that you were my father, whom I hadn't seen in years. The young man still said coldly, and there was no respect in his words.

When the man in armor next to him heard this, he knelt down. It's just that the man in the dragon robe waved his hand slightly, and said to the elderly father-in-law: "Take him out, let him go to the heavy building for three years." After three years, if you go to the Blood Sect, you can't lose face. ”

The elderly father-in-law replied softly and left with the armored man.

The man in the golden dragon robe looked at the eyes of the young man in front of him, and continued to ask with a flash of golden light, "Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it, because my name is Yi Feng. The young man replied coldly, his eyes staring straight into the eyes of the man in the dragon robe.

The surname of the Great Qin State is Qin, but it is not easy.

The man in the dragon robe suddenly sat back on the chair, lowered his hands weakly, looked at the young man in front of him and asked, "Have you seen your mother?"

The young man's originally indifferent eyes showed a moment of tenderness, but as if he remembered the past, his eyes became indifferent again, and he said lightly: "This has nothing to do with you." ”

The man in the dragon robe didn't care about the young man's unreasonableness, and said helplessly: "If I want you to change back to the surname Qin, are you willing?"

If it is a child of an ordinary family, His Majesty will give the country a surname, which is really a great honor. It's just that the young man looked at the man in the dragon robe indifferently and said, "Your Majesty, it's just that I prefer the name Yi Feng." ”

The man in the dragon robe nodded slightly, got up and looked out the window, and said to the young man: "Maybe I was wrong back then, I will say sorry to you, but you will have to live in this palace in the future, I hope you can like it." ”

The young man looked at the man in the dragon robe again, and when he saw the unchangeable expression on the man's face, he said no more. After a while, the elderly father-in-law walked out with the young man, and the young man walked to the door and turned around and said, "It's been fifteen years, and you haven't gone back to see where you have the consciousness to admit your mistakes." ”

After speaking, the young man left without looking back, and a gray figure slowly disappeared into the eyes of the man in the dragon robe.

yes, it's been fifteen years. Is it really that he was wrong? The man in the dragon robe shook his head and said to a dark shadow, "Shadow Elder, what do you think?"

An old man slowly walked out of the darkness, his whole body was pitch black, as if he had already melted into the darkness. A strand of white hair and white beard walked out of the black shadow, the old face was full of traces of time, and a black short sword was held in his arms.

The old man thought for a moment and replied, "There is a shadow of His Majesty back then, but there is just a little resentment in my heart. ”

"Is it just resentment?" the dragon-robed man muttered in a low voice.

The dragon-robed man turned around suddenly, and the dejected aura of his body disappeared without a trace, and his hands were behind his back, and the faint dragon qi was entangled, and he said to the old man: "How is Lonely Cang now? Let her protect this child." ”

"Lonely Cang has returned from Longzuka, but this child is still young and inexperienced, so I am afraid that it will be difficult to protect the prince. The old man hesitated in the dark.

"Our prince is not a person who was raised in a deep palace and has a very deep city, let alone inherited this great country in the eyes of everyone. He is the disciple of the great man of the Taoist Heavenly Sect, and the wine Taoist is just a collector. Where someone is needed to protect me, I'm just worried that he'll be in danger in this seemingly safe place. The man in the dragon robe said lightly patting the window.

The old man on the side looked at his nose and nose, but he didn't say a word.

"Lonely Cang is also a child from the mountains, but he can enter the shadow guard, and while guarding this child, he can also have multiple playmates. The dragon-robed man said casually.

The old man nodded slightly, and the figure disappeared again.

Fifteen years ago, a man who was worried about his critically ill elderly father was accompanied by his pregnant wife, who had been suffering for many years. Passing by Qingshan Town, his wife was in labor. In order not to delay the trip, he could only leave his wife temporarily and go all the way.

just came to his critically ill father, took over the great rivers and mountains from his father, and also took over the deception. The people who followed him died tragically one by one, leaving only the old man in front of him. The man who had expected it back then did not take back his wife, but secretly sent money every year, and even looked at each other from afar during the New Year.

It's just that the wife understands, but the son can't accept it.

The gray-clothed young man followed his elderly father-in-law forward, but soon met Qin Lie, a golden dragon guard in flame armor, again.

The gray-clothed young man stopped slightly, looked at the flame-armored man in front of him, and asked lightly, "The young man who was with me didn't die, did he?"

The man in the flame armor was slightly stunned, and replied in a low voice, "Not when I left." ”

The gray-clothed young man gently took off the wine gourd on his waist, poured a few sips into his mouth casually, and said indifferently: "You'd better expect him to live." Although I know that you are just doing what you are told, you deserve to die when you make a move on him. If he is still alive, you will die in the Blood Sect in three years, and if he is dead, I will personally take your dog's life in three years. ”

After speaking, the gray-clothed young man continued to walk forward, and the elderly father-in-law on the side sneered and said: "For the sake of the master, it is the duty of a slave, but you must not speculate on the master's mind, let alone make decisions for the master." There are still three years to go, so I can do it myself. ”

The man in the flame armor, covered in cold sweat, looked at the gray-clothed young man in the distance in fear, and regretted for the first time that he seemed to be unintentional.

On the gravel path, a woman in red and a girl in white are present. The girl in white was not interested, she kicked the stones under her feet in boredom, and muttered: "Auntie, you shouldn't have done something to the little monk, he saved me." ”

The woman in red swayed, smiled slightly and said to the little girl in front of her, "Auntie is wrong, aunt apologizes to you." ”

It's just that the woman in red didn't take the little girl's words to heart, and the girl in white next to her glanced at the woman in red, as if to say to herself: "It's okay, Jiren has his own natural appearance." The little monk still has the blessing of the Buddha, and when I see him in the future, I will say sorry to him for my aunt. ”