The two walked in the thick fog for a while, and couldn't see anything around them clearly, only Qin Zichen's hand was as cold as jade, tightly holding her wrist. Su Qingyi didn't have time to think about anything, she nervously looked at the surrounding mist, and after looking at it for a while, she murmured: "Song Song brought us to the illusion."
"What do you want?" Qin Zichen's voice was flat, as if he was completely unaware of the dangerous situation. Su Qingyi looked around, amidst a thick fog, she took out a lighting talisman from her bosom and threw it out without breaking it. She frowned: "You try to chop a sword."
Qin Zichen didn't say much, and he drew out the long sword in his hand, with a fierce brilliance, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains. The illusion trembled, and Su Qingyi couldn't help curling her lips. Sword repair is expensive, and there is always an advantage of being expensive. She wants to break the illusion and break the formation, she has to calculate and overcome the demons, but the sword repair is strong enough, and one sword is enough. If you can't split it, it proves that you are not capable enough.
With the earthquake, the mist gradually thinned, and there was also a cold air around. Su Qingyi frowned, feeling that the cold air was vaguely familiar. After the fog cleared away completely, the two realized that they had returned to the Siguo Cliff.
The cold wind pierced the bones, and the snowflakes were flying. Su Qingyi hid behind Qin Zichen unconsciously. Qin Zichen raised his hand and a circle of light appeared beside the two of them, forming an enchantment to block the cold wind. Su Qingyi instantly felt much warmer, and said in a low voice: "Thank you." Qin Zichen nodded respectfully, as if he was a born elder, cold and warm-hearted.
Su Qingyi looked up at the surrounding scene, and it was not much different from the Siguo Cliff where she was at the beginning, only the types of flowers and plants were slightly different. Qin Zichen followed her around without saying much. After a while, the two of them heard the footsteps of a child.
The child looked less than ten years old, wearing the robes of the Heavenly Sword Sect, with a bun on his head, holding a sword, and limping through the ice and snow. Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing when she saw the little bun holding the sword, wondering if all sword cultivators were like this when they were young, such as Qin Zichen
As if knowing what she was thinking, Qin Zichen glanced over her coolly, Su Qingyi straightened her face immediately and said seriously: "Peak Master, this might be Song Song."
"I can see it." Qin Zichen said lightly, Su Qingyi was stunned, looked at the little bun in front of him who didn't look like Song Song at all, and asked in confusion: "How did the peak master see it?"
"His sword." Qin Zichen's eyes fell on Xiao Baozi's sword, after thinking for a while, he added: "Besides, his eyes are very big."
Unexpectedly, Qin Zichen added such a down-to-earth reason, Su Qingyi didn't care what happened, and hurriedly seized the opportunity to flatter her: "The peak master is brilliant!"
Qin Zichen didn't answer, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.
Su Qingyi maintained a smile and greeted Qin Zichen's ancestor in her heart, and then walked out with him and followed the little bun.
After walking for a while, Xiao Baozi stopped suddenly, as if he saw something, his fleshy face frowned, and he walked cautiously towards the haystack, and pushed it away.
As if sensing the arrival of a savior, the baby who had just been quiet in the haystack began to cry loudly. Song Song opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the child who was purple from the cold, a little timidly and curiously at the same time. , After thinking about it, I finally stretched out my hand cautiously, took the child out of the haystack, and held the child in my arms.
This is a girl, teeth are not yet full, with soft and thinning hair, a pair of curved eyes, looks very cute. Being hugged by Song Song, she giggled and reached out to grab his hair. Song Song hugged the child, but couldn't let it go for some reason. He sighed and said, "No one hurts me, no one wants you, let's go, brother will take you back."
The little girl knows nothing but giggles.
Xiao Baozi limped back from Siguo Cliff with the man in his arms, climbed the long and steep stairs of Xuantian Gate, and finally returned to his room. His room was deserted, no one lived there, and there was a small stove in the room. He carried the child on his back, fetched water, cooked the rice, fed the child some rice soup, and ate something by himself. Got hot water for the baby to take a bath again.
After bathing her and putting her under the quilt, it was already dark, Song Song was a little tired and lay on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen stood beside him and looked at his sleeping profile, clicked his tongue twice and said, "It's so pitiful, isn't he the son of the head of the Xuantian Sect? Why is he living so poorly?"
"Xuan Cheng Dao-jun cultivates the ruthless sword," Qin Zichen said, and explained to Su Qingyi who knew nothing about sword cultivation: "For Xuan Cheng Dao-jun, Song Song is probably just his karma. He feeds and clothes him and protects him from death. enough."
"That's really pitiful." Su Qingyi sighed softly, looked at the two children who had fallen asleep, and said softly, "Whether you practice Taoism or not, I will not let my children live this kind of life."
"Of course." Qin Zichen nodded: "Xuancheng Daojun is like this, it's better not to practice Taoism."
Anyway, in the end, he was struck to death by lightning.
The rest of the words were silently put in Qin Zichen's heart.
The two of them watched Song Song's two children live together. Song Song named her Song Qian and hid her in his bedroom, and no one noticed. He is very sensible, practicing sword and learning characters every day, supporting himself and his children, and going to his father to accept the assessment every month. If he doesn't learn well, he will be beaten like a storm.
Taoist Xuancheng didn't care much about this child, but he lighted the soul lamp with his heart and soul. He and Song Song made it very clear-you are my karma, and I raised you just to end this karma. Don't worry too much about it, and don't think too much about it.
Listening to his words, Song Song secretly clenched his fists, but pretended not to care, nodded and said, oh, I know.
However, when he went back, he still couldn't help crying in the room. The little girl sitting next to him playing with clothes saw her crying, so she crawled over, hugged him, and comforted him with childish milky voices; "No Cry, brother don't cry."
Song Song was dumbfounded, and after a while, he slowly smiled: "Don't cry, my brother has Axi, don't cry."
The two lived together until Song Song was fourteen years old, and Song Qian was four years old, and she was able to run around. One day Xuancheng Taoist suddenly decided to visit Song Song on a whim, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw his son cooking on the stove, and a little girl next to him was running around the house with a small kite.
Taoist Xuan Cheng was stunned, and the little girl rushed over, grabbed his trouser legs, raised her head, and called out seriously: "Father."
Song Song knelt down on the spot, and said in a trembling voice, "Father... let it go... let it go..."
Daoist Xuan Cheng didn't speak, he frowned and looked at the little girl who was grinning.
At that moment, there was an inexplicable feeling in his mind. He looked at the girl and his son: "How long have you been raising her?"
"Four years..." Song Song's heart was ashamed, and he began to kowtow desperately: "Father, please forgive her, everything is the son's fault..."
"Pick up the sword," Taoist Xuan Cheng said directly without saying much, "Pick up the sword and beat me, and I will let her go."
Song Song didn't dare to speak, and knelt on the ground trembling. Taoist Xuancheng frowned, and the moment he raised his hand, Song Song's sword rushed towards him.
There was a smile between Xuan Cheng's eyebrows, he retreated quickly, and the young man followed closely.
There is a huge gap between the two, but the young man seems to have the will to die, and he slashes forward with one sword after another. He was knocked down again and again, and stood up again and again, with only one thought in his heart, Ah Qian could not die, he wanted to protect Ah Qian.
His sword style became more and more fierce, completely different from his usual calm appearance when practicing swords. Qin Zichen watched quietly, and suddenly said, "Xuancheng Daoist always loves him."
Su Qingyi: "???"
This is called love? !
As if knowing Su Qingyi's question, Qin Zichen went on to explain: "Song Song's sword has no killing intent, no courage, and is too cowardly. If this continues, his life will be nothing. Now he has someone in his heart that he wants to protect, Xuan Chengdao Jun is just exercising his sword intent."
"The world of sword cultivators is so cruel..." Su Qingyi murmured, Qin Zichen glanced at her, and said calmly, "You are also a sword cultivator."
No, I am not.
Su Qingyi refused in her heart.
However, the big sword behind her back clearly told her that she was.
Song Song was thrown out again and again by Xuan Cheng, his body was covered in blood, and the little girl in the room cried loudly, but Song Song still insisted on getting up, repeatedly, never getting discouraged. Slowly, he felt that there seemed to be a force in his body that began to swim through the eight extraordinary meridians, and the moment he drew his sword, his whole body burst into dazzling light!
The third level of Qi training, the fourth level of Qi training, the fifth level of Qi training...
He was promoted to three levels in an instant. There was a smile in Xuan Cheng's eyes, and he knocked him to the ground with a snap of his fingers, and said gently: "Okay, I won't kill her, she will be my adopted daughter from now on, you Little sister, put it here and take care of it."
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, thought for a while and said, "By the way, what's her name?"
"Song Qian." Song Song lay on the ground, heaving a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a thought was deeply rooted in his heart.
This is his way.
The way others practice is the way of heaven and human relations, but his way is Song Qian.
His sword is drawn for her, his way is cultivated for her, and his life is all for her.
Looking at the blood-stained people on the ground, Xuan Cheng laughed lightly, Song Song looked up in surprise, it was the first time he saw Xuan Cheng smiling, with black robes and black hair, sharp-edged eyes like knives that melted into winter snow , full of tenderness.
He suddenly remembered what his mother said back then.
She said, your father is a very good-looking and gentle man.
He never felt it before. He always thought that he had nothing but the child he picked up.
However, at this moment, since he was brought back to Xuantianmen and became his son, he realized for the first time that his mother seemed to be right.
Father, what a nice, gentle man.
small theater:
After getting married, Su Qingyi asked Qin Zichen, do you have any hobbies
Qin Zichen: "A lot."
Su Qingyi: "What do you like most?"
Qin Zichen: "..."
Su Qingyi: "Just tell me."
Qin Zichen: "You."
Su Qingyi laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, I know you like me very much. I'm talking about what do you like to do?"
Qin Zichen: "Be you."
Su Qingyi: "..."
"Or another word," Qin Zichen looked up at her, and said seriously, "Day you."