A pair of powerful arms wrapped around her upper body and firmly fastened her to her chest.

    Like the cool smell of snow, carrying a faint fragrance of whirling flowers, lingering at the tip of the nose for a long time.

    Because of his height, the man in Fei clothes had to bend down and hold the woman sitting there.

    This is a warm and cold embrace.

    Cold is his skin and body, warm is her heart.

    Jun Mu Qian was stunned for a moment. Rao was that she had been in the eastern region for many years, and now she was at a loss.

    At this moment, she forgot all her previous thoughts.

    In the remaining light, you can see the faint glittering light floating on his silver mask.

    The cold and thin lips were close at hand, and she could feel his cold breath, light, slow, slightly inaudible.

    It seems that as long as she tilts her head a little, she can kiss it.

    But Jun Mu Qian didn''t move. Her body was slightly stiff, but it wasn''t because of the close contact.

    It''s not that she hasn''t had such contact with him. As early as the night in the palace, the time she forced him to drink medicine, the time she beat Su Qing and painted his face in public

    But these are far less intense than this time today.

    Obviously, it''s just an ordinary hug. Jun Muqian feels that her blood is boiling.

    She didn''t speak, and Rong Qing still held her from behind.

    But this position seemed a little uncomfortable. He simply put his jaw against her shoulder socket.

    Time seems to stop flowing at this moment, and everything around is quiet.

    The breeze is cool, and the sun casts mottled shadows on the ground through the leaves.

    It is not as quiet as the world.

    When Jun Mu Qian finally settled down and thought about how to speak, a cluster of air flow floated behind his ears.

    It was still cold, and she couldn''t help shivering.

    Rong Qing opened his mouth with a cold voice: "the blessing of late."

    With these five words, he let her go and straightened up.

    In the process, Jun Mu''s body shook again. How did she feel that his lips rubbed the tip of her hair intentionally or unintentionally.

    So cold, so cold.

    It must be too close. After all, people who are so abstinent that they don''t even have a button on their clothes will not take the initiative to do such a thing.

    Ten seconds later, Jun Muqian was still sitting there. She looked at the front with her eyes open, but her pupils had no focal length, and her heart was full of thoughts for a moment.

    What did he just say?

    Oh, good luck.

    But what does a hug have to do with luck?

    Jun Muqian felt that her brain couldn''t turn around for a moment. He looked up at the man in Fei clothes who had been seated again and hummed two words: "blessing?"

    Hearing the speech, Rong Qing held the glass, looked at her and reminded her, "what you said earlier."

    "Myself?" Jun Mu was stunned. Soon she remembered slowly, "Oh, that''s what I said."

    ——It is said that if you don''t die, you will have a blessing. My blessing is to let the childe hug me.

    Oh, that''s right.

    Jun Mu shallow realized it. She said, how could he suddenly hold her? It was because of her words.

    She held her chin and looked at the person opposite. She thought, this person looks high and can''t be attached, but sometimes, her heart is still very good and her heart is very delicate

    Now when you think about it carefully, Jun Muqian suddenly understood why Rong Qing chose to give her "blessing" at that time.

    Because she said -- still a little sad.

    Is this to prevent her from being sad, so I took the initiative to give her luck?

    Suddenly——

    "Childe."

    "Huh?"

    "It''s very kind of you."

    "Yes."

    Jun Muqian said that she was very moved. She stopped for a moment. She asked, "so I want to call you another name. Do you mind?"

    Rong Qing held the hand of the wine glass and finally raised his head. It was still an ambiguous ending: "hmm?"

    Xu saw that the eyes of the woman in purple were too bright and full of hope. After all, he didn''t refuse.

    But now she is in a low mood because of her life experience, so she doesn''t have to worry about anything.

    He wanted to see what she was going to call him.

    Rong qingchui''s eyes said faintly, "you call."

    Then——

    "Dad."

    A sincere and emotional call.

    If you were heard by others at the moment, I''m afraid you would cry like rain, and then think about what kind of loving father and daughter this should be. It''s really enviable.

    But obviously, this is not the relationship between the two people in the room.

    So the next second the voice landed, "click"!

    The crisp noise in the air disturbed the birds resting on the branches outside the window.

    Rong Qing looked at the woman in purple sitting opposite without expression. His heavy pupil narrowed up. His voice was calm. He couldn''t hear his joy and anger: "Dad?"

    The word made him feel very bad.

    Because that day, on the way back from the Palace Banquet, when she was drunk, she mistook him for her father.

    Well, she also said his father was a bird.

    But at that time, she was unconscious.

    People who are drunk are stupid, so she is stupid among fools.

    It''s nothing to call him Dad. It''s just a mistake, but now——

    Kind of trying to kill.

    "Don''t be angry." Jun Muqian saw that he seemed to be angry, and his voice softened. "I just screamed, because you are so kind. Just now, I felt father''s love."

    "Father''s love?" the voice as cold as snow sank again, and the tone was cold.

    Rong Qing put down the cup in his hand. Without the support of strength, the cup soon broke into countless pieces and scattered on the table.

    Then he turned his head and looked at her with cold eyes.

    Jun Muqian stared at the pile of fragments on the table and hissed. Good Kung Fu.

    Even Xueyu can crush it with one hand and envy it.

    "Light beauty, don''t be angry, I''m really just yelling." Jun Muqian quickly withdrew her thoughts. She had a hunch that she seemed to have caused great things today.

    But obviously she also asked for his consent. Why was he angry.

    On second thought, Jun Mu was relieved again. Beauty has a bad temper, so it''s boring.

    You can only coax her if you have a temper. How can she prove herself if you don''t coax her.

    Sensing that the air pressure around him was getting lower and lower, Jun Muqian thought for a moment, and then smiled: "childe, I just called. Don''t take it seriously. How can you be my father? You are..."

    At this point, she paused and couldn''t find a suitable word for the moment.

    But at this time, Rong Qing also looked at her, as if he was pressing: "what is it?"

    "Well, yes, yes..." Jun Mu Qian suddenly flashed, "it''s my beauty."

    After that, the extremely low air pressure was removed in an instant.

    Hoo

    Jun Mu breathed a sigh of relief, lifted his hair and thought that he had finally coaxed it.

    It seems that she can''t call it like that in the future. She has to remember.

    Oh, but she really just wanted to shout.

    She had no father, so she had to fantasize.

    "Light beauty, you..." Jun Mu looked at him and said with some uncertainty, "aren''t you angry?"

    Rong Qing raised his eyes and glanced at her. He gently raised his hand and brought himself a wine glass. His voice was not salty: "Why are you angry?"

    "Yes!" Jun Mu Qian nodded quickly, "you''re not angry. You''re happy."

    But she thought in her heart that she was really a good man and didn''t expose him.

    Well... Since he said so, he must be angry if he said the opposite.

    But why?

    Suddenly, Jun Muqian remembered what Fufeng had just said to her - doesn''t Xiaoqian know that a man''s age is a secret?

    It turned out that... She did something wrong inadvertently.

    Never again.

    Jun Mu Qian immediately changed the topic. She cleared her throat: "light beauty, where''s your family?"

    After asking a question, she remembered that every time she saw him, she would just bring an evening rain next to him.

    Usually, he is always alone. He can''t see anyone following him and appearing with him.

    Hearing the speech, he looked light, but only for a moment, he said faintly, "not here."

    "Well..." Jun Mu smiled clearly in his shallow eyes, "then your parents must be very good-looking?"

    How gorgeous it would be to have such a son.

    Rong Qing thought for a while and said carelessly, "yes."

    "Is it...?" Jun Mu was slightly surprised. "Don''t you even know what your parents look like?"

    How long have you... Left home?

    Rong shook his head slightly, but then he nodded slightly.

    Jun Muqian was confused by his negative and positive behavior. She was a little confused: "what do you mean?"

    "It means --" Rong Qing raised his hand, picked up chopsticks again, caught fish, "eat."

    Jun Mu Qian: "

    She doesn''t want to see fish at all now.

    She decided that she would never eat fish again.

    Oh, how can her brain be supplemented by fish.

    Ridiculous!

    **

    In this way, after a few days, the disciples of Tianji building finally determined one thing, that is——

    Their ancestors are really completely missing!

    It was not that day that no disciple saw the secret of heaven. The old man was trapped there by Rong Qing and couldn''t even move.

    They were just too far away to know what had happened.

    But I can guess some things from the facial expression of the old man Tianji. My heart can''t help but mention it and wonder if their Tianji building is going to be in danger.

    People can even clean up their ancestors. What are these small shrimps?

    One finger can crush you to death!

    But later, the disciples of Tianji building found that they thought too much.

    Because they observed for a few days and found that Rong Qing did not want to do so, but the "goddess" brought back by the old ancestor entered the process of cultivation.

    Every day, the aura of their Tianji building is falling at a speed visible to the naked eye, which really makes them heartache, but they dare not say anything. After all, they deserve it first.

    Therefore, I had to keep praying in my heart that these two giant Buddhas could go.

    It''s really difficult to walk without the protection of my ancestors.

    However, this is not the most difficult, because not only their ancestors are missing, but also the landlord is closed.

    The whole Tianji building was headless. Under the maintenance of the left and right Dharma protectors, the order was barely out of control.

    Fortunately, no other sect has visited Tianji city these days. If so, I''m afraid they don''t know what to do.

    This time, the disciples inevitably had another guess in their hearts——

    Both of them are missing, so they can''t be together?

    Is it because their ancestors were too angry that they locked up their landlord?

    Some of the older generation who have been in Tianji building for a long time know very well that this pair of teachers and disciples who look bright to the outside world are not as kind as the rumor.

    On the contrary, when they meet, there will be a fight.

    But every time, Yan Shaoling is the suppressed side.

    This is also a matter of no way. Tianji old man is too strong and can borrow strength from Tiandao. Ordinary people are not his opponent at all.

    Needless to say, Yan Shaoling''s skills are all handed down by him. He clearly knows where his apprentice''s weakness is, one by one.

    After this idea came out, the left and right Dharma protectors were a little anxious, and there was only one hope in their hearts.

    Don''t kill the landlord in anger. Then their Tianji building will separate and collapse.

    But this time, these disciples guessed wrong.

    Old man Tianji and Yan Shaoling are indeed together, but it is not Yan Shaoling who is locked up, but old man Tianji.

    Apprentice, lock up the master.

    Even old man Tianji didn''t know that there was a secret passage under the small library where Yan Shaoling often practiced calligraphy.

    The secret passage leads to a secret room, which looks like it has been for ten years, and a lot of the skin on the wall has fallen off.

    At the moment, in this secret room, a bent figure was trapped on the wall.

    An iron ring was embedded between his limbs and neck.

    The chains hung from him and intertwined on the ground.

    In front of this rickety figure, there stood a tall young man.

    "Master, it''s time to drink water." Yan Shaoling smiled with a glass of water. "You can''t act now, so I''ve prepared it for you."

    Hearing this, the bent figure raised his head slowly.

    It''s the secret old man!

    He breathed heavily and looked at the pale young man. Suddenly, a hoarse laugh came out of his mouth, like the cry of an evil ghost.

    "Ha ha ha -"

    Hearing the laughter, Yan Shaoling still looked like that. He didn''t even frown. The clouds were light and the wind was light.

    After laughing for a long time, old man Tianji stopped and stared at him with muddy eyes: "Shaoling, Shaoling, being a teacher really underestimates you."

    "It''s amazing how you can trap me here!"

    Although it was praising, the delicious kiss was gnashing its teeth. I wanted to swallow all the flesh and blood in front of me.

    "Don''t look at me like that, master." Yan Shaoling raised his hand and covered his eyes with a soft voice, "you''re just a lingzong now."

    The old man''s body stiffened.

    Yes, he''s just a spiritual sect.

    Although in the secular world, lingzong can destroy a city with his bare hands.

    But in the sect with a large number of talents, although lingzong is strong, it is not the peak.

    After a long time, old Tianji smiled strangely: "Shaoling, have you been waiting for this day for a long time? Huh?"

    "What good is it for you to keep me here?"

    He asked this because he knew that Yan Shaoling could not kill him.

    He was chosen by heaven. He is the guardian of Huaxu!

    Unless he kills himself, he won''t die even if he breaks his heart.

    "Yes, master, I''ve been waiting for a long time." Yan Shaoling put down his hand and smiled. "Every time I dream, I dream about how I killed you."

    For too long, this hatred has been engraved on my heart.

    How did he live to this day these years?

    It was hatred that supported him. Only when he saw that his master was worse than him could he be happy.

    "Master, do you know how long I have built this secret room?" Yan Shaoling looked at the old man and slowly spit out words, "eight years."

    Old man Tianji suddenly looked up and looked a little surprised.

    "Didn''t you find it?" Yan Shaoling said faintly, "you''ve always been so conceited. How can you notice such a thing?"

    As if thinking of something, the old man''s face suddenly changed: "are you showing weakness to me?"

    Even spiritual scriptures such as dream concealment can be learned. How can he not even take his fists?

    "Showing weakness?" Yan Shaoling shook his head, "no, master, that''s not showing weakness, that''s cough..."

    He coughed a few times and then smiled, "it''s just hiding strength."

    "If you don''t, master, you''ll kill me long ago."

    Yan Shaoling knows too much about old man Tianji. He also knows that his master brought him back to cultivate a puppet who can be completely controlled. He must not exceed his estimate.

    If it exceeds, his master will cut him off without hesitation.

    Tianji old man sneered: "you understand, sir."

    "Shifu, how can I not understand you? I''ve been with you for so many years." Yan Shaoling''s eyes blurred. "You''re the only one around me these years."

    Tianji old man still sneered: "why don''t you let him go as a teacher soon?"

    Hearing this, Yan Shaoling looked at him for a while and suddenly smiled.

    Tianji old man suddenly had a bad feeling: "you..."

    A digression

    Lord: I just called Dad. Don''t be so stingy

    Rong Qing: call later.

    Lord: ah?

    Rong Qing: when you''re in bed, you shout slowly.

    Unknown father who hasn''t appeared yet: →_ →