Rebirth is back for you

In the third year of Qingyue 430, the heavy snow in the deep winter has fallen for half a month, and there is no end to the sprinkling.

In the empty outskirts of Beijing, two figures that were still bleak from last night were still fighting in the air, and the open space with a radius of several miles flashed like lightning from time to time, bright as day.

In addition, dozens of shadows around the two who were hard to distinguish from each other also fought very fiercely.

With a "bang" explosion, the two slid down from the air for a few feet, but before they could stand still, they flew up again.

In the stable several miles away, the quiet horses seemed to sense a change and kicked their hooves uneasily.

The twilight was splitting apart bit by bit, the two figures were still indistinguishable, and there was another loud "bang", and the two fell straight from the air, staggering a few steps and trying to stabilize their figures, they were pressed down on their chests. At the same time, the skirt was stained with a large area of ​​dark red.

Hard to distinguish.

Before the farmers who were disturbed by the neighing of the horses came to investigate, the two parties worked together to make this place completely unrecognizable, and they went away separately.

As a result, the empty space that was shocking just now suddenly fell silent, and a wave of death came rushing towards his face.

The sky will rise.

In the outskirts thousands of miles away from the capital of Qingyue, there is a stretch of mountains covered in ice and snow for thousands of miles, but there is the famous first peak in Qingyue - Yuemi Mountain.

The mountain is steep and sharp, with a faint tendency to plunge into the sky, making it difficult for birds to cross.

But what is even more surprising is that there is a hot spring valley in the valley on the back of the mountain peak. Looking along the peak at this moment, you can see the dazzling green, where the hot springs are flowing, the grass is everywhere, the flowers are in full bloom, and the bamboo forest is buzzing.

It's a pity that such a fairyland on earth is surrounded by walls, and even the only visible sky is covered with an enchantment-like barrier formation.

In the blue-gray sky, the fine snow fell continuously, melting gently before it touched the barrier.

A green lake embedded in the center of the valley reflects the appearance of a young man with picturesque features, long hair reaching his knees, a slender figure, and a white brocade robe, which is clear and delicate.

Dingding stared at the lake for a while, Jingran took out a red hair band out of thin air as if by magic, tied up her hair casually, then picked up the scroll on a big rock by the lake, patted it into her arms, and lifted her foot out to connect The secret path of the cliff at the bottom of the valley.

As soon as the Shimen door was opened, a dazzling white light suddenly shot over, a bird with a red beak and one leg jumped happily onto Jingran's shoulder, flapping its wings:

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp."

Jing Ran chuckled, took it off his shoulders, held it in the palm of his hand, looked up at the white mountain top, stepped on the knee-deep snow while walking, lowered his head and said casually: "Today's mountain Is there a letter for Master?"

The bird in his hand blinked its green eyes and shook its head in a daze.

Jing Ran raised his eyebrows, poked its chubby body lightly, and said in a half-light and half-threatening tone: "Yun Ling, there has been heavy snow recently, why don't you go to the cold pool of Tongtian Peak to practice for a few days?"

Yun Ling shook her body, shrank her head in fear, and rubbed against Jing Ran's palm to please her.

Jing Ran smiled, but suddenly raised his hand and threw it out: "Even if you don't go to Tongtian Peak, you should lose weight!"

Yun Ling was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly flapped his wings, and after rising for less than a second, he suddenly fell in a straight line.As Jing Ran's ending sound fell, a fist-sized hole was made in the knee-thick snow.

Jing Ran: "..."

He took two quick steps and dug Yunling out, brushed off the snow from its feathers, and criticized mercilessly: "Fat bird!"

"..." Ren Fat Niao got into his arms aggrievedly, Jing Ran tightened the cloak around his body, and quickened his pace.

As soon as he stepped on the 99 steps, a huge unknown curtain flew towards him.

"..." After cutting off the things, Jing Ran silently rolled his eyes at the door of the hall, which was sitting sluggishly.

"You haven't been beaten..." The voice of the Taoist leader Wuhui seemed a bit sad.

Ignoring this unscrupulous old man, Jing Ran stepped into the hall in two steps and hung up the portrait of the patriarch in his hand again.

There was a trace of strange color in the long eyes of Wuhuidao, and it returned to normal after Jing Ran turned around. He smiled before saying anything, pointed to the roof, and said, "What did you see?"

Jing Ran paused, looked up and walked around, and said honestly: "The ice in the northeast corner has cracked."

Yes, she was not talking about the beams but the ice cubes.

The climate in Yuemi Mountain is cold and the snow does not melt all year round, so the roof of the Patriarch Hall, which has been passed down from generation to generation, was wiped clean by the whim of the No. 30 third-generation heir in front of him, and replaced with crystal like a dreamy ice cube roof.

So since she became a teacher ten years ago, all the light kung fu she learned has been used to repair this huge ice crystal from time to time, so her light kung fu practice is very good.

Thank you old man.

"When did it break again? It's really useless." Daoist Wuhui glanced at her, complained, then turned his gaze back and said, "Master, you are referring to the astrology of last night."

Astrology?Jing Ran lowered her eyelashes, and answered the topic very politely: "I didn't watch the stars last night."

"That's right, let me tell you." Master Wuhui nodded, very serious and true: "Astrological spells are all illusory, anyway, I can't tell for sure."

Jing Ran: "..."

He is obviously more than 100 years old and the number one Taoist in the world, but he is still very lively. Since Yue Mishan was passed to him, palaces, temples and patriarchal works have been destroyed. I don’t know how many years The coffin boards of the ancestors were pressed down with some kind of charm.

"Well, what then?" Jing Ran asked.

"Well... Then your grandfather wrote again a few days ago." The Taoist priest without answer thought for a while, then turned around and pulled up on the huge messy couch behind him.

Jing Ran waited for him quietly. She was reborn here in this life, and she knew her identity in this life from the moment she opened her eyes - the young son of Deqin Palace.Later, after she was taken up the mountain by the old Taoist, her grandfather, the old prince Deqin, would write to her every once in a while.

After waiting for a long time, what I got was not an envelope but a huge baggage, Jing Ran: "..."

Daoist Wuhui stared at her expression and sighed very softly, which meant that his fate should be like this: "You have had a very different fate since you were born, and as a teacher, you were forced to change your yin to yang for you, against the sky. You have lived in this high mountain for more than ten years, but you will eventually enter this world. Since your grandfather mentioned it, you should go down the mountain and go home from now on!"

"..." Jing Ran was silent for a moment, and casually fiddled with the packed bags in his hands: "Why is it so urgent?"

The Taoist leader of No Return raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows: "The mountain has been covered by heavy snow recently, and there is no end to this eloquence. Do you think that the food and clothing on this mountain will be lucky enough to come up?"

Jing Ran: "..."

She knew that this stinky old man would never pass three sentences.

Pressing Yun Ling's small head back into his arms, Jing Ran walked out with his bag, and when he was approaching the mountain steps, a voice from a long and secret voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Stinky girl, are you You stole my fish again!"

Jing Ran froze, and walked faster: "I didn't."

It took a long time for the voice of the Taoist priest to come back, he snorted and said, "Don't forget to come back and repair the roof when you are free."

This is to make her not forget to go back to the teacher's door for help when she has something to do. Jing Ran smiled and replied, "Next time I will bring you a giant screen crystal on the mountain", and then floated straight down from the top of the mountain.

At the foot of Tongtian Peak, there is a mahogany maple forest connected to Yuemi Mountain. At this moment, in a clean space in the maple forest that has been cleared of snow, two figures sitting on the ground around the campfire are arguing in full swing.

Jing Ran floated down silently, looking at the sizzling fish that was being grilled on the bonfire, her brows twitched.

A calm-eyed little girl sitting quietly a little far from the fire suddenly called out: "Master."

The noisy voice stopped abruptly, and the bickering two turned to Jing Ran's direction at the same time.

The two of them were about eighteen or nineteen years old, one was tall and thin and handsome, the other was fair and refined, but both pairs of deep eyes revealed the rebelliousness with upturned nostrils.

Jing Ran hissed, walked towards the fire and said slowly, "This fish—"

"It's him!" The two immediately raised their hands and pointed at each other.

Jing Ran blinked, smiled and said nothing.

The white and gentle man moved his arm away very quickly, and then pointed to the little girl who was sitting quietly beside him: "It's her!"

The other followed in good faith: "Yes. Let her go!"

Jing Ran sighed, approached the two of them, held one head with one hand, and said earnestly: "Qian Yi, Mo Yi, how many times have I said, you should take care of the girl's family and don't bully the junior sister."

So the two watched each other helplessly as half of each other's eyebrows fluttered and fell into the fire, making a rattling noise.

"..."

Jing Ran raised his eyes gently, looked aside, and asked, "Xiaoqi, where's Qianmo?"

"Eldest brother went up the mountain to steal fish." Mo Qi quietly got up and walked to Jing Ran's side. She was only as tall as her shoulders, but she had a very well-behaved temperament, and even though she was young, she also had a very well-behaved face.

Jing Ran's eyebrows that had just been suppressed jumped up again: "..."

So Qian Yi and Mo Yi's other half's eyebrows also lowered leisurely.

Qian Yi, Mo Yi: "..."

Not anymore, not a single root, and bare again!

"Hurry up and find Qian Mo, you don't have to follow me all the way back to the house, just go to the Xianyifang in the capital and settle down and wait for my news." Jing Ran dropped a sign and ordered, then floated up and walked straight out Red maple forest.

Sure enough, in the open space at the end of the maple forest, one man and two horses were already waiting there.

The person sitting on the horse was dressed in black and had black hair, with a stern face, Jing Ran raised his brows: "Xuan Mei?"

"Your Majesty!" Xuan Mei immediately got off his horse and saluted Jing Ran respectfully: "The old prince sent me to bring your son back to his residence."

In ancient times, many princes and nobles, merchants and nobles would have concealed guards and secret guards in their mansions.And Xuan Mei is the personal guard that the old prince personally chose for her since she was born, and she has been following her closely since she left the palace.

Jing Ran nodded, then floated directly onto another white horse, turned her head and said, "Grandpa, do you have something to tell me?"

"No, the old prince just said that the son does not need to hurry, and everything will be discussed after returning to the mansion." Xuan Mei immediately got on the horse and replied.

Jing Ran nodded, lightly pinching the horse's belly: "Let's go!"

The two quickly turned onto the official road, slowed down and arrived in the capital three days later.

At the gate of the city, there were routine inspection guards to check the identities of those who entered the city, Xuan Mei took out a black token from her arms and handed it over, saying neither humble nor overbearing: "This is the son of my family, he returned home today after ten years away, please let him go. "

The soldier in charge of the interrogation had a look of surprise in his eyes when he heard the words, handed back the token, bowed his head respectfully, and said, "Please, Mr. Jing, enter the city!"

Xuan Mei looked at Jing Ran who remained motionless for a while, and said, "My son—"

Jing Ran was staring up at the huge relief sculpture on the wall of the city tower that looked like it hadn't been long, thinking that the aesthetics of the capital seemed to have improved a lot in the past ten years.

He responded softly, clamped the horse's belly lightly again, and urged the horse into the city.

It wasn't until the men and horses left that the soldiers guarding the city dared to look up at Jing Ran, and when they saw her flashing profile, they held their breath.On the crowded street, people stopped from time to time, looking at Jing Ran and whispering in surprise.

Jing Ran let them whisper and look around, while controlling the horse under him to move slowly with the flow of people, while looking around casually with interest.

After ten years of absence, the capital of Qingyue is already so prosperous, the roads are flat and open, the houses look like houses, there are rows of shops and restaurants, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going.

At this moment, the largest restaurant in Shengjing, by the window facing the street on the second floor of Huamanlou, a woman in a black brocade robe, with a long body and elegant back is standing by the window quietly looking down at the people from far to near.

The woman held the exquisite blue-and-white enamel teacup with one hand, and the other hand hung casually by her side. Her phoenix eyes narrowed, and after carefully looking at Jing Ran from top to bottom, her eyes fixed on her jade-white face. at every turn.

It wasn't until the figure of a man and a horse disappeared around the corner of the street that the woman's arm hanging by her side was gently raised, and her jade-like slender fingertips tapped lightly on the window sill, and she murmured in a low and elegant voice: "Yue Mishan The eldest disciple who entered the house, Prince Jing Shizi of the Deqin Palace, Jing Ran... really lived up to his reputation."

At this moment, Jing Ran, who had just turned the corner of the street, suddenly reined in the reins, and looked straight at the direction the woman in black was looking at, but only saw a slender fingertip resting on the window sill. Tap once.

Seeing Jing Ran's movements, Xuan Mei also reined in the horse and asked, "My lord, is there something wrong?"

Jing Ran's eyes flickered, and he urged the horse forward again: "It's nothing."

Xuan Mei's thick eyebrows frowned, she glanced in the direction Jing Ran was looking at, and then rode to follow.

Because of this episode, neither of them noticed that an unpretentious carriage parked in the shadows at the corner of the street also quietly dropped the curtain.

A little maid about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed plainly, walked out from the back of the carriage, looked in the direction of Jing Ran's departure for a moment, then turned to the carriage and said respectfully, "Princess, you have already passed."

The curtain of the carriage was not lifted, and a slightly clear and cold voice came from behind the curtain: "Go back to the palace."

"Yes!" The little maid bowed in response, and then drove the carriage slowly towards the Qingyue Palace.

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