1novels Chapter 50 Meeting
Chapter 50 Meeting
Stared at by the young man with such clear and innocent eyes, Shangguan Mengyin almost forgot where she was, and couldn't help taking the flowers.
"Dream sound!"
"Yan Yan!"
The voices of Qiu Yuntong and Hua Yuehao sounded at the same time, the former was angry, the latter was excited, Shangguan Mengyin was greatly embarrassed, the flower in his hand fell suddenly, and everyone present felt ashamed as if they had just woken up from a dream.
Hua Yuelong stood up, her sleeve knocked down the cup, but she didn't realize it, she waved and shouted with tears in her eyes: "Yanyan, come here quickly, let mother see you!"
Yan Xuekong rushed to Shangguan Mengyin and made a pause gesture, turned around and landed, calling: "Mother."
He yelled and was hugged tightly.
When he was young, he had to look up to see his mother's face. When he saw her again 12 years later, her mother was only on his chest.
Yan Xuekong caressed Huayuelong's trembling back and heard a slight whimper. He thought, it turns out that growing up is like this, and the people he relies on will become the people he wants to protect.
"Mother, don't be afraid, Yanyan is back."
"My mother is not afraid, I just miss you, just come back, my mother will feel relieved."
After a while, Hua Yuelong calmed down a little, with red eyes, reached out to touch his face, and smiled through tears: "As expected of my son, he inherited my beauty, blue out of blue."
Qiu Yuntong stared at Yan Xuekong, she remembered what happened in the Fengzu Wutong Forest back then.
A four-year-old boy beheaded the third elder with a single strike.
When I saw him back then, it was clear that he had died young, and his life was in danger. I never thought that he would be so fatal!
Sensing her unfriendly gaze, Hua Yuelong stared back coldly.
Yan Xuekong unhurriedly helped his mother to sit on the main seat, turned around, and when passing by Qiu Yuntong, said lightly: "Sect Master Qiu, the third elder died to save you. Have you ever paid homage to him all these years?" ?”
"..."
Qiu Yuntong's breath stagnates.
When passing by the Governor, Yan Xuekong took a stick from him, looked at it, tilted his head and smiled and said, "Ah, Grandpa Governor, it's an empty lottery."
Empty lottery can be a bye, or you can choose anyone in the field to challenge. It is not a violation of the rules for Yan Xuekong to fight Shangguan Mengyin.
The governor smiled in relief and bowed: "Your Highness, please feel free."
When Yan Xuekong stepped into the high platform, Shangguan Mengyin's expression was slightly dignified, and she sighed softly: "Your Highness, I thought you would be my lifelong rival at the beginning. To be honest, now that I am fighting against you, Mengyin feels very uneasy."
"The competition is not my wish. Sister Saint, please."
Seeing that he hadn't moved, Shangguan Mengyin turned the jade flute sideways to try out moves, but saw the young man lightly flicked his fingertips, and the jade flute let out a clear and clear whine, and it actually split from it, falling on the ground in pieces.
Invisible Sword Qi, Taishang Xuantian Sword Art!
Shangguan Mengyin's pace turned sharply, the bell around her waist rang softly, and she transformed into the sound of confusion. Immediately afterwards, she formed a mudra with her hands, and under the cover of the sound butterfly in her sleeves, she transformed into a figure and slapped Yan Xuekong with her palm.
Golden flames spilled out, wrapped around the bell, and burned the sound butterfly.
Shangguan Mengyin's eyes flickered, as if she saw endless stars shining up, the spirit shield all over her body was instantly shattered, she fell heavily backwards, and vomited a big mouthful of blood.
Yan Xuekong spread out his palm, and a sound butterfly danced on it.
The young man seemed to recall something, his eyes were soft and nostalgic, and when the sound butterfly dissipated, he flicked his sleeves, and the golden flame blocked Shangguan Mengyin like a cage, and the sword energy turned from emptiness to reality, and pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows.
Shangguan Mengyin fell to the ground, her neck was thrown back, her eyes were still terrified.
Seeing that she was about to lose, Qiu Yuntong shouted sharply: "Mengyin! Don't forget what you promised to be your teacher, stand up, you haven't lost yet!"
Shangguan Mengyin bit her lip, she did have a back hand, but once the forbidden technique is released, it only divides life and death, it is a trick against the enemy, it should not be used in the Jiuzhou Grand Competition.
What's more, even if she used the forbidden technique, she would not be sure of victory.
Because during the competition, she had discovered that this His Royal Highness also had spare hands, only breaking her tricks, and never took the initiative to attack.
It's too strong, even in the face of Xu Xingran, Shangguan Mengyin has never been so weak.
"Master, I'm sorry, I lost."
"You bastard!"
Qiu Yuntong was furious and went up against the case, the elders tried to dissuade her, she just looked at Shangguan Mengyin coldly, seeing that she really didn't want to fight any more, she immediately scowled, waved her sleeves and left angrily.
Looking at her back, Shangguan Mengyin was very sad. She was fighting for the sect, and she was seriously injured at the moment, making it difficult for her to jump off the high platform, but the master ignored her.
Could it be that the master really only has victory or defeat in his heart, and doesn't have her as an apprentice at all?
When did the lunar saint, who was so full of stars, ever be in such an embarrassing situation? She lowered her head and smiled wryly, and had no choice but to use her own kung fu to heal her wounds.
At this time, Yan Xuekong waved the flames, walked up to her and knelt down, stretched out a hand, and said softly: "Come."
Shangguan Mengyin was startled, and involuntarily followed his instructions, and slowly lay on his back. The young man's back was thin, but he could easily carry her weight.
"Your Highness, why are you helping me?"
Shangguan Mengyin stared at his flawless profile and murmured.
With her on his back, Yan Xuekong walked down the high platform slowly, his voice was like spring water, with an inexplicable power to comfort people's hearts: "Sister Saint, Brother Shen was defeated, and you also saved face for him."
Shangguan Mengyin only felt that his aura was like a spiritual rain in the sky, clean and elegant. Gradually, her eyelids became heavy and she fell asleep.
At dusk, today's competition is over.
Yan Xuekong handed Shangguan Mengyin to the elder of Gu Shengzong, turned around, and saw a group of people carefully surrounding him.
After many years of separation, everyone's appearance has become mature and unfamiliar, but the shadow of youth can be vaguely seen.
Xue Cunyi looked very nervous, and stammered: "Your Highness, it's me, you, do you remember?"
"Careful brother."
Yan Xuekong called out with a smile, and turned to the beautiful woman in red with a sword on her back: "Sister Mu. There are also Uncle Headmaster, Uncle Yin, Aunt Yu Li, Brother Xingran, and Grandpa Taoist."
He saluted one by one, and everyone returned the salute with smiles on their faces.
Yin Bandit was tall, and stood in the most conspicuous position, but he was missed, and hurriedly shouted: "Little prince, and me, you can't treat one more favorably than another!"
Yan Xuekong looked at him, tilted his head and smiled slightly: "Who are you? I don't remember."
The golden eyes flowed, shining brightly.
Yin Gangshi blushed without warning, stared at him stupidly, and thought in a daze, how could there be such a good-looking person in the world, his bones would soften after being looked at.
Yu Li bumped him with an elbow, but he still couldn't recover.
"Yanyan, what you look like..." Yin Zhi cleared his throat, hesitated to speak, "Forget it, do yourself a favor, don't tease him."
Yan Xuekong said: "Okay, okay, Brother Bandit Shi."
The sound was so sweet that Yin Bandit could not help showing a smirk.
In the evening, Hua Yuelong specially hosted a banquet in the palace to welcome his son, and invited all the people who had a good relationship with him.
"Mother, how is Daddy's injury?"
Yan Xuekong was worried about his father and asked when no one was around.
Hua Yuelong sighed softly: "When he came back, he was seriously injured. He just told me not to worry, and he went to retreat after explaining the situation. Calculating the time, he will not be able to leave the customs until after the Jiuzhou Grand Competition."
Yan Xuekong nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Mother, have you seen Brother Junyu?"
Hua Yuelu said: "No, I thought he had been sleeping with you all these years. When you wake up, he will naturally wake up too."
After Yan Xuekong fell asleep, the sword spirit disappeared.
Yan Yuan and Hua Yuelong didn't find it strange, after all, Jian Ling was always indifferent, except for her son, she didn't like to talk to others at all.
"Brother Junyu is gone."
The sky is still there, and the sword spirit is hard to find.
Yan Xuekong hugged his mother's arm, and at this moment, he showed childish grievances: "No matter what Yan Yan calls him, he won't show up."
"That may be because he slept too deeply, or maybe he is strong enough to leave the sword body and go play."
Hua Yuelong hated seeing her son like this the most, hugged him distressedly, and comforted him: "Yan Yan, even if you don't have a sword spirit, you still have many friends, right?"
Yan Xuekong gave a soft "hmm".
However, in his heart, brother Junyu is always different from those friends.
Accompany him since he was sensible, and protect him when he is in danger, that is the existence of close relatives just like parents.
"If there is a destiny, we will meet each other eventually."
Hua Yuelong led him out of the main hall. Outside the hall, there was a staggering array of cups and cups, and there were no empty seats. Everyone waved and smiled at him: "Your Highness, come quickly, I'll be waiting for you!"
Yan Xuekong took his seat, and everyone came over to toast, but he was underage, Hua Yuelong firmly refused to let him drink.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with being an adult?"
"That's right, spirit wine won't hurt your body."
"Your Highness, we are all very happy that you can come back, and I offer you a toast!
Everyone was chatting and laughing around Yan Xuekong, toasting, and the head teacher of Tianjian Mountain even said: "Your father dared to drink with me at the age of 15, you must be better than him!"
Yan Xuekong nodded as a matter of course, took the wine glass, and drank it down.
He had never drank alcohol before, and he never thought of using spiritual power to dissipate the smell of alcohol, and he felt something was wrong after drinking.
"dizzy."
The laughter stopped unconsciously, and the young man was seen lazily lying on the table with his hand on his forehead, a faint blush appeared on his snow-white cheeks.
Mu Hongyi: "..."
Sure enough, the little Highness will be a disaster when he grows up, and even someone like her who intends to live with the sword for the rest of her life can't help her heart beat faster.
Yin Bandit's face was red, Xue Cunyi silently said "Do not look at evil", and turned his head.
Xu Xingran looked up at the sky, and said with emotion: "Your Highness's drinking capacity is really good."
Seeing that the situation was not good, the headmaster of Tianjian Mountain quickly dragged Taoist Master Qingqiong away, Hua Yuelong glared at them angrily, this group of unreliable people should really ban the wine table culture next time!
She immediately called someone to come over, helped Yan Xuekong back to the bedroom and lay down, then waved the maid back, looked at him for a while, then closed the door and walked out.
Yan Xuekong closed his eyes and fell asleep, suddenly, a figure of Youdao appeared silently, standing by the bed, looking at him quietly, his eyes were deeper than the night.
The banquet outside the hall continued, and no one noticed that there were more people in the hall.
Yan Xuekong turned over, and the side face almost hit the jade carving beside the bed.
The man stretched out his hand without thinking, and supported his face with the palm of his hand. After doing this, his figure froze slightly, as if he couldn't believe that he would do this.
The circulating lights illuminate his face, it is the Yuanchen Tianzun who lives alone in the sky and is in awe of all beings.
"Brother Junyu, Yanyan misses you."
Yan Xuekong was half-drunk and half-awake, aware of the familiar breath, whispered softly in a drunken state, without opening his eyes, and rubbed against his palm just like when he was a child.
"..."
Yuanchen Tianzun was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable sourness came to his heart, only to hear the roar of the avenue, the crack opened by the incarnation of the seven emotions had been forcibly closed, and then opened again.
But at this moment, he couldn't look at it, couldn't take care of it, he just kept this posture, and the figure didn't fade away until the first morning light.