"This child?"
"I hope the Patriarch can give him a name."
The little boy was curled up in the arms of the green-haired man. He felt cold all over his body, and the temperature around him made him raise the corners of his lips. He tried to open his eyes, and what he saw were the pair of tall Danfeng eyes.
"what… "
"Little guy, what do you want to tell me?"
Amused by his appearance, the man originally wanted to return him to the kneeling people, but seeing this, he dismissed the idea. Supporting his hip with one hand, and wrapping around his waist with the other, his tone subconsciously softened a bit.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Clamp... clip..."
"..."
"Family... Patriarch, he still can't speak clearly, please don't be angry."
"Clip..."
"I'm not angry."
He glanced at the man lightly, and hummed softly.
"Leave him, I won't starve him."
"But… "
"Do you have any objections?"
"Of course not..."
"Then back off, you're disturbing my cleanliness."
"Yes… "
Seeing those people leaving, the man looked down at him and chuckled.
"In the future, I will call you Xianyun. I don't ask you to catch up with me in cultivation. You will be safe and sound, as long as you don't make any changes."
"cloud?"
"right."
Unconsciously, he tightened his grip, and the man himself didn't realize how gentle his face was.
"Dongfang Xianyun, my Xianyun."
"Clamp... clip..."
"Ah… "
That was their first acquaintance.
Feeling the warmth of his embrace, the little boy hesitated for a moment, then shyly but firmly reached out to touch the man's face.
Seeing this, the man came over with a smile and got a soft kiss.
For a moment, he froze in place.
Staring blankly at the little boy in his arms, he grinned, his teeth still not fully formed, and he felt a little flustered indescribably.
Seeing someone from Xiaoyaomen coming over there, he opened his mouth without thinking.
"Is the senior going to Xuanmingzong to pick disciples? Why don't you take a look at my children."
"Fellow Dongfang?"
The head of Xiaoyaomen looked at him fixedly, and then looked at Xiaotong. He was looking at it casually, but when he looked at it this way, he praised him in surprise.
"The aptitude is indeed good. If that's the case, I don't need to go to Xuan Mingzong anymore. But friend Dongfang...why don't you raise your own child and put it in my Xiaoyaomen, don't you worry?"
"... as long as senior is satisfied, this child was only delivered today, and I just gave it a name."
"What is your name?"
"Fiber cloud."
"Xianyun..."
The owner of Xiaoyaomen nodded in satisfaction.
"It's a good name indeed."
"..."
That's right, he took it after all.
As soon as he said that sentence, the man regretted it. He thought that he just said it casually. There are so many disciples of Xuan Mingzong, how could the other party fall in love with his Xianyun so coincidentally.
However, the reality is quite the opposite.
The boy's pupils were so clear that it felt like he was being pricked by needles, making him feel very itchy.
If so, when Xianyun grows up, will he think that he has abandoned him
It was strange in his heart, but he was just a child, but it caused him to have many strange emotions.
Logically speaking, as a monk, one should have few emotions and desires.
The pupils flickered on and off, and finally, he exhaled tiredly, with a trace of unwillingness that he hadn't noticed in his tone.
"Since that's the case, I'll send Xianyun to Xiaoyaomen in a few days. Anyway, I still need to make some preparations."
"Then I will first thank Patriarch Dongfang on behalf of my first disciple."
"...No, it should be."
Big disciple
Then you will definitely receive the best guidance, right? The person in front of him, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, has become the head of the door at a young age, and his future achievements must be immeasurable.
Strange, this is a good thing, you should be happy.
But his heart was even more sour.
"Clamp... clip..."
"Xianyun?"
A soft little hand caressed his cheek, followed by a milky voice.
"No... suddenly..."
"Not sudden?"
Originally wondering, seeing the boy's expression, the man was stunned.
what.
It turns out that it's not that you don't burst out, it's that you don't cry.
The sourness in his heart became stronger and stronger, the man hugged him tightly, and after a long time, he smiled very ugly.
"Okay, don't cry."
…
Oriental Xianyun.
The eldest disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect.
He has outstanding aptitude, but he doesn't like to practice. Even so, he has been increasing his strength at a speed that most monks can't surpass.
All this of course because of...
"Xianyun, this fruit tree is for you. You don't need to hand in the fairy fruit, just eat it yourself."
"Yes, Master."
"It's really... You can obviously build a foundation very early."
"The disciple is incompetent, let the master down."
"No need."
The master of the Xiaoyao Sect waved his hand and walked towards the other courtyard.
"Since I am your master, as long as you don't do anything harmful to nature, I will protect you for a day."
"... Yes, Master."
All of this is of course because of the pampering of the head of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Xiaoyao Duying, a junior, was once shocked by this favor, and finally got used to it, and didn't even bother to complain.
Seeing Master's figure disappear from sight, Dongfang Xianyun smiled lightly and shook his head, then turned to meet Xiaoyao Duying.
Xiaoyao Duying sat on the chair, seemingly meditating on something. Seeing this, Dongfang Xianyun lifted her Taoist robe and knelt down.
"Uncle."
"It's Xianyun."
Xiaoyao Duying looked up at him, with a smile on his face.
"You came to me today because of the lower realm."
"Yes, although the master has never said that the disciples should practice, but it is necessary to go."
otherwise.
People from other sects didn't know what to say.
Dongfang Xianyun understands this truth, and so does Xiaoyao Duying. He is not his big-hearted senior brother and doesn't care about anything.
In addition, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect doesn't like to deal with people from other sects, so all the big and small things in the sect are done by him, and he, the deputy head of the sect, is no different from the real one.
Of course, as for why he didn't do the right thing, it was because if he really took the position of the head of the sect, that incomprehensible brother would immediately go to various places to practice, and it would be even more difficult to see him again.
Looking at the young man in front of him, Xiaoyao Duying was relieved, but also a little distressed.
This Dongfang Xianyun is good at everything except he is not keen on cultivation.
It is because it is so good that it makes people feel distressed.
As long as they ask for it, they will immediately agree to it, even if they don't want to do it, they will force themselves to do their best.
Sometimes, he felt that it was too inhuman for him to use this point to do many things.
But there is no way, Dongfang Xianyun is the eldest disciple of the sect, and will be the next sect master in the future. There are many things that must be done even if they don't like it.
Sighing lightly, Xiaoyao Duying handed him a storage ring.
"Here are the elixirs I made for people to refine, and some talismans. Be careful in everything. When you encounter an extremely dangerous situation, don't think about those messy things. Use the teleportation array immediately."
"Yes, uncle."
Dongfang Xianyun experienced in the lower realm for a year.
That year, many things happened.
The spies of demon cultivators appeared inside the major sects, and secretly kidnapped monks with outstanding qualifications to make powerful furnaces.
Xiaoyaomen had few disciples, and Dongfang Xianyun, who had been targeted, just went out to practice. The devil cultivator pushed open the door and was accidentally bumped into by the owner of Xiaoyaomen, and he was crushed to pieces.
It should be said that what should come will always come.
Although Dongfang Xianyun was not kidnapped because of his training in the lower realms, he ran into Moxiu who was kidnapping a disciple of Xuan Mingzong during his training.
The disciple of Xuan Mingzong was small, with blond hair, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
Originally, this kind of thing should have left immediately. After all, his strength is not enough to save people and retreat unscathed. If he is not careful, he may fold himself in.
But after Dongfang Xianyun heard about Xuan Mingzong, he didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, so he drew his sword and rushed forward.
In the end, his cultivation broke through in the fight and saved the disciple.
is blind.
His face was pale, and he grabbed his Taoist robe tightly, as if he was afraid that he would leave.
Dongfang Xianyun was stunned.
He bent down and put his hand into his, speaking softly.
"Do you want me to take you home?"
Feeling his hands being tightly clenched, the other party threw himself into his arms.
"Um."
That disciple was sent to Xuan Mingzong by Dongfang Xianyun, and he also knew the other party's name.
Gong Changsheng.
The author has something to say:
This is the first time I encountered Shu Sanlu.
The boss of the first life is cute.
Ouch, the more I write, the more I dislike green hair. How can it be broken