Cheng Yanqiu lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time, and finally left only a pale and weak word, "I'm sorry." ”

I already knew that this was the answer, Qiu Yueci was not surprised, there were tears in her eyes, and a bright smile rose on her beautiful face, "Mr. doesn't have to apologize, Mingyue hereby wishes Mr. a victorious start and a triumphant return, but Mingyue didn't have a chance to see that day, sir, Mingyue...... I'm going home. ”

She didn't care how Cheng Yanqiu answered, and knew that the two of them were destined to have no result, but if she didn't say this, she always felt that she would regret it in the future, and she would have regrets.

Cheng Yanqiu looked at her a little unbearable, and said hesitantly, "That request still counts, you will ...... in the future Come to me. ”

"No, thank you, sir. Qiu Yueci solemnly bowed down.

Cheng Yanqiu opened his mouth, but felt that it was superfluous to say anything at the moment, sighed, and turned to leave.

Watching Cheng Yanqiu leave, Qiu Yueci sat back at the desk in a distracted manner, the snow-white gauze skirt brushed the mess on the case, and a red bean fell into the charcoal basin on the side, exploding a bright small spark.

Qiu Yueci looked at the red bean burning in the fire in a daze, and murmured in a low voice, "The red bean burns brightly in the fire, and the blood still remembers ......the young man's heart."

Jiangzhu looked at her worriedly, "Girl......"

"It's okay, Zhu, pack your things, let's go. Qiu Yueci waved her hand, stood up, and left a chessboard of red beans and soybeans, scattered and densely spread on the case.

"Yes. ”

Qiu Yueci left, Cheng Yanqiu also went to Dantu, Song Ning and Wei Yanchou also followed him, and Wu Xing was left alone in the Songyan Courtyard, which was boring.

The cold winter came quietly, and one night not long after Cheng Yanqiu left, a few snowflakes fell sporadically in the sky, and after a while, it became bigger and bigger, enveloping the entire Qutang Mountain in a snowstorm.

By the time Wu Xing opened his eyes in the morning, the snow on the eaves was already a finger thick.

Good news comes frequently, the Dantu battle, and many sects in the rivers and lakes led by the Wulin League have been defeated and retreated, I am afraid that it will not take a few months, and this Wulin League will not be worthy of its name.

I originally thought that I couldn't spend this year with my husband, but I didn't expect that my husband appeared in front of Wu Xing on the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve with a full body of wind and snow.

Wu Xing was surprised, "Why did Mr. come back?"

Cheng Yanqiu replied tiredly, with an unexpected news, "Yang Qingzhu is dead." ”

Yang Qingzhu is the master of one of the three families of the Martial Arts League, and as soon as he dies, the Martial Arts League may fall apart.

Although he is not famous in the rivers and lakes for his martial arts, he has cultivated his internal strength for decades, and he is not a minute and a half stronger than an ordinary martial arts master, how could he die suddenly?

Cheng Yanqiu also felt very surprised, Yang Qingzhu was injured during the fight, but it was not serious, and then there was a snowstorm, Yiyang and Changyang have different climate temperatures, and the water and soil were not accustomed to the wind and cold, so it was ridiculous to go like this.

In fact, Yang Qingzhu died at this time, there are many benefits for the Yinyue Sect, and he should have pursued the victory, but Cheng Yanqiu and Yang Qingzhu are also old friends, and they are unwilling to take advantage of the danger of others, the Wulin League has been greatly injured, and going to a Yang Qingzhu is equivalent to losing a backbone, and he will not be able to recover in a few years, Peng Zeyang has no intention of fighting, for him, as long as he can be safe, then he will not be too lazy to move.

The three core figures of the Yin Moon Sect, neither of them are willing to fight anymore, even if the Great Elder is gearing up again, he is also powerless.

Wu Linmeng looked aggressive, but he didn't expect it to be so unbeaten, Wu Xing was a little puzzled.

"If people's hearts are not aligned, naturally no one will contribute. Cheng Yanqiu sighed, washed away the dust, put on a clean Confucian shirt, draped with green silk like a waterfall, and sat in front of the desk rubbing his eyebrows.

Li Yanyun was injured, and there were still many elite disciples in the sect who had been poisoned by Xie Chang, so he himself did not come in person, but only sent his junior brother Cao Yanda and his eldest disciple Yuan Hechen.

Only Huaxumen and Tai Amen can be regarded as the main force, but Fu Chengshuo is a slippery character, Tai Amen is a family heirloom sect, unlike other sects, his martial arts are not as good as others, so he hid behind and did not make a force, several battles, Yang Qingzhu and an old man took the lead.

Such a scattered martial arts alliance is naturally no match for the Yin Moon Sect.

Yang Qingzhu's body was sent back to Changyang, and the other sects of the Wulin League also dispersed, and Dantu City fell into silence again.

Cheng Yanqiu and they were also able to return to the Holy Church for the New Year, peel off the red paper of the previous year, paste new window flowers, and another year's Chinese New Year's Eve family banquet, as usual, lively and dull passed.

Although the battle of the Wulin League has passed, Wu Xing still honestly stuffed in the Songyan Courtyard for more than half a year, until the cicada song season, he was able to come out to breathe.

July fire, for some reason, the summer of the eleventh year of the new calendar is extremely hot, Wu Xing is not afraid of cold and heat because of the internal force of the Flowing Cloud Heart Sutra in the body, but this summer is still haunted by the dry heat flow on the ground Dizzy and swollen, she untied the strap tied to her wrist and rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white little arms.

The long hair that reached her waist was tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head, and she was tied with white jade to wipe her forehead, and there was a faint scar on her delicate little face, which was almost invisible, she was still young, and in two years, she would be able to completely lose the traces of this scar, touching her face, Wu Xing remembered the source of this scar, which was left by He Shuke's Shura fan when Xie Chang was fighting against Li Yanyun at the inn.

Mr. likes good-looking, fluffy things, she is not particularly good-looking anymore, and there is another scar on her face, if it weren't for the fact that a hair is still quite soft, I'm afraid that Mr. wouldn't want to touch her little brain.

The wound on her back had already healed, and a new scar of flesh pink had appeared, and the bloodthirsty Gu in her body seemed to have disappeared, and she didn't dare to move under the deterrence of the floating Gu, making her feel that there was nothing wrong with her body, just like before she planted the Gu.

Cheng Yanqiu walked in from outside the door and saw Wu Xing shirtless, frowning and scolding, "What does it look like." ”

Wu Xing laughed embarrassedly twice and straightened his clothes, "Sir." ”

"Hmm. Cheng Yanqiu replied casually, "Clean up and take you to meet someone." ”

"Oh, who?" said Wu Yuki, puzzled.

"Your future master. Cheng Yanqiu pondered for a moment, and replied with some solemnity, "It's the person you want to protect at the cost of your life." ”

Wu Xing was solemn, and she hummed heavily, expressing her firm determination.

She already knew that her husband must have a purpose in accepting her, no one would be good to another person for no reason, her husband gave her so much good, she was already very satisfied, and she had to do her best to do what her husband wanted her to do.

Cheng Yanqiu looked at the solemn expression on Wu Xingxiao's face, and rubbed her head with a smile, "Don't be so serious, he is two years younger than you, he is the son of the sect leader, his name is Peng Xueyi, although you want to protect him, it doesn't hurt to get along as friends on weekdays." ”

Wu Xing is now seven years old, Peng Xueao is only five years old, originally Cheng Yanqiu wanted to wait for another two years, but now he feels that it is time, Wu Xing has grown up much faster than he imagined, and he can already take charge on his own, after the incident of Wu Linmeng and Xie Chang, he also found that no matter how strong a person is, unexpected things will happen, he can't stay in the Holy Sect all the time, stay next to his important people, but Wu Xing can.

Now Ah Xue is still young, let Wu Xing accompany him to be familiar with it, and when he is older, he will want to go out to see the prosperity of this world, by that time, Wu Xing's martial arts will definitely go to the next level, there must be few opponents on the rivers and lakes, let Ah Wu accompany Ah Xue, he can also rest assured.

Wu Xing nodded ignorantly, and followed Cheng Yanqiu to Wutong Garden.

It turned out that this was where the sect leader's wife and the young sect leader lived, no wonder, Jiang Xiaoman would let her go in to pick hawthorn......

Wu Xing looked at the three big characters of Wutong Yuan hanging above his head, and remembered the past for a while, and his mood was a little complicated.

"Ah Wu, what's wrong?" Seeing Wu Xing in a daze, Cheng Yanqiu asked strangely.

"Nothing. Wu Xing shook his head, shook off the thoughts in his head, stepped over the high second threshold, and heard a slightly familiar female voice inside.

"Brother is here. ”

A graceful young woman dressed in a luxurious manner greeted her, followed by a stooping old woman, dressed equally richly, and seeing that she had an unusual position beside her master.

The woman smiled happily, lowered her head and said with a little surprise, "This is Ah Wu, she looks really a likable little girl." ”

Cheng Surou squatted down and pinched her face, Wu Xing was suddenly a little at a loss, Mrs. Sect Master, how should she salute?

She must have heard this woman's voice, but she couldn't remember it for a while, Wu Xing was a little distressed, although she never forgot it, her memory was extraordinary, but as she grew older, she had too many memories in her head, and if she wanted to think of something, she had to rummage through it carefully.

But it shouldn't be too important, maybe she just happened to hear someone talking to the sect leader's wife when she was just passing by occasionally.

It's better not to think about it, it's not a good behavior to eavesdrop on other people's little secrets, especially if you eavesdrop on the sect leader's wife, she is the sister's own sister, if she is upset, the husband will definitely be angry with her.

Without waiting for Wu Xing to think of how to salute, Cheng Yanqiu pushed her little shoulders and urged her to go forward, into the courtyard, the room was decorated warm and natural, the wide room was divided into two halves by a screen, half of the screen was a table, and behind the table was a half-person-high kang, on which were covered with fine bamboo mats, on which were placed many children's gadgets.

The other half is covered with a soft floor mat, the floor mat seems to be made of unknown animal fur, the fluff is fine, stepping on it softly as if to sink in, I am afraid that it is prepared for fear of children playing and falling, Wu Xing raised his eyes and looked over, what caught his eye was a small wooden horse shaking on the floor mat, and there was a white and chubby boy sitting on the small wooden horse, who looked about four or five years old, Wu Xing thought, presumably this is the young sect leader Peng Xueyi.

The boy was wearing a white bedcoat, smiling and revealing a mouthful of small white teeth like grains of rice, with sleeves braided at his elbows, and his little arms like lotus roots, looking cute and cute.

Peng Zeyang, the sect leader he had seen last time, was squatting on the ground at the moment to protect the boy in case he fell.

The young man in a black sun-patterned brocade robe had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of the white and tender little doll.

Wu Xing looked at this scene, and unconsciously felt a little envious, the child who grew up in the honey pot is so good, he has parents who love him, and relatives who care about him, and even when Mr. goes out, he doesn't forget to bring him a cloth tiger back.

In the Holy Sect, they all started practicing martial arts at the age of six, Peng Xueao was only five years old, naturally he hadn't started yet, and now he was just learning to read and lay some foundations, he saw Cheng Yanqiu coming, and happily squeezed his original big eyes into a slit, and said in a milky voice, "Uncle!"

Peng Zeyang stood up, his round apricot eyes and a smile was the same as Peng Xueao's, "Uncle." ”

Peng Xueao's gaze shifted to Wu Xing beside Cheng Yanqiu, and her eyes widened in surprise, "Uncle, is this my gift?"

"Yes and no. Cheng Yanqiu led Wu Xing to Peng Xueyi's side, squatted down and looked solemnly into his eyes, "This is Wu Xing, from now on, she is the closest person to you except for Daddy and Auntie, she will protect you and accompany you, she is your most loyal subordinate, and she will also be your friend." ”

Listening to her introduction to Peng Xuehuan by her husband, Wu Xing pursed her thin pink lips, knelt down on one knee in front of Peng Xueao, bowed his head and said loudly, "Subordinate Wu Xing is willing to swear allegiance to the young sect master!"

Peng Xueao seemed to be a little stunned by the scene in front of her, and looked at her aunt in a daze, her big eyes were full of pleading, "What?"

Cheng Surou walked over with a smile, took the hands of the two little dolls and folded them together, and induced Peng Xueao, "Ah Xue and Ah Wu will be partners in the future, there will be a person who will play with Ah Xue every day, Ah Xue will do whatever she does, Ah Xue is not happy?"

After listening to Cheng Surou's explanation, Peng Xueao finally stopped looking confused, and he shouted happily, "Happy!"

Then he took Wu Xing's hand with both hands, looked at it curiously, and exclaimed tentatively, "Ah Wu!"

Wu Xing responded, "Hmm." ”

Peng Xueyi smirked happily and pointed at herself, "You call me too." ”

Wu Xing hesitated, "Young Sect Master." ”

"No!" the boy shouted angrily.

Wu Xing seemed to understand what he meant, but she felt a little inappropriate, she was Peng Xueao's subordinate and bodyguard, and her identity was different from his, how could she call him by his name, she hesitated to look at Mr., but saw that Cheng Yanqiu still had a smile on his face, and he didn't stop or be dissatisfied, so he had to whisper, "Ah Xue." ”

Peng Xueao laughed happily.

This is the second time that Wu Xing has been in such close contact with other children, the first time was in Changyang, she was four years old, and Guan Yuning was seven years old.

The second time was in the Holy Church, when she was seven years old and Peng Xueyi was five years old.