Shi Yun Ⅱ Sings Crickets Last Night

A small ball of white light lit up, lighting up the pitch black.

Xuan Zifeng looked at his translucent palm, and unconsciously stretched it towards the fluffy-looking spot of light.

Suddenly, countless snowflakes swept over, rendering the world into pure white.

The snowflakes were flying and dancing, and when they dispersed, it was already a delivery room.

The faces in the delivery room were very strange, not people or things that Xuan Zifeng was familiar with.

When the psychic power was activated this time, Xuan Zifeng was in an underground river and had not come into contact with any sentient beings.Whose memory is this in front of me?

What surprised Xuan Zifeng even more was that the level of detail in this illusion was far superior to that of Concubine Chen Guifei. Except for the slight blurring of small details that ordinary people cannot notice, everyone's face and clothing are very clear and accurate, completely unlike ordinary human beings. The field of view that the brain can process.

The woman who was exhausted after giving birth just fell on the bed, and a group of steady women were in a hurry.

There was a faint voice of conversation outside the door.

"Madam is the first child, so there is no way to follow the law. In addition, the baby's fetal position is not correct, and the delivery time is too long, maybe..."

Xuan Zifeng turned around.

Sure enough, there was no joy in the whole delivery room.

There was no color on the lady's face, and her haggard eyes were staring blankly at the baby who was not crying.There was only a glimmer of light left in those eyes, which became more and more anxious and dim as time went by.

I did everything I could, but the child still kept his eyes and lips tightly closed, and his body temperature was gradually losing.

When the baby's body was about to cool down, a ball of fluffy white light floated from the long pines lit with snow outside the window.

"Heaven and Earth... Zhiling?" Madam's hoarse and weak voice sounded.

If that small, dandelion-like fluffy ball of light is a wandering spirit of heaven and earth.The pure spiritual power contained in it is enough to save a baby who has not been suffocated for a long time.

The madam had no energy to speak, she nodded weakly, but did not stop the light spot from sinking into the child's forehead.

Finally, the child cried, and the cry was so loud that everyone felt relieved.

When the lady stretched out her trembling fingertips and opened her mouth hoarsely, she wanted to see the child.The servant picked up the child and walked out the door.

It was just a small detail, an insignificant moment, but it touched the sensitive nerves of the lady.The joy of being a first-time mother and the feeling of being connected to a child are like a fragile cotton thread that is easily torn off.And as a mother, there was nothing she could do about it.

"Congratulations, master, congratulations to master, you are a young master. The young master is uniquely endowed with the wisdom of heaven and earth. In the future, he will be able to break through the ninth rank and shine in the family!"

Hearing the voice outside the door, Madam couldn't help showing a tired smile on her face that was a little bit lost.

However, the smile quickly froze on her face.

"Spirit of Heaven and Earth?"

The displeasure overflowing in the words made the servant who had prepared auspicious words hastily silenced.

The man pushed aside the small quilt that wrapped the baby, looked at his wrinkled, monkey-like eldest son, frowned and said coldly: "It's just not familiar."

The gloomy-faced man walked away.

With such words and deeds, Xuan Zifeng couldn't help feeling disgusted with this man.

The three words "unfamiliar with raising" are used to describe the unruly cats and dogs raised at home, which seems a bit too arrogant and ruthless, let alone the biological child that the wife gave birth to with all her life.

At this time, a face that Xuan Zifeng felt familiar appeared in the crowd.

It was Hongjian Sect Master Zhuo Buqun, who looked younger than the portraits Xuan Zifeng had seen before.

Zhuo Buqun smiled and said: "Zhong Ting, how come you are so happy that your son has such an expression?"

"Returning to the master, it is a wise spirit of heaven and earth."

"Wouldn't that be more joy than joy?" Zhuo Buqun raised his eyebrows slightly, "Could Zhongting be afraid of my envy? The wisdom of heaven and earth is a good opportunity that can't be met, and it's a good thing for Yu's family to honor his ancestors. I should say Congratulations."

Yu Zhongting shook his head, "Master, I'd rather this is a dead baby than a disgusting creature that has my bloodline and body taken over by other souls. It's nothing more than a spirit beast spirit tree borrowing a dead body to come back to life."

"Hey, your worry is not unreasonable. But there are gains and losses. After all, they are the wisdom of heaven and earth, and strict discipline can still be used by Hong Jianzong." Zhuo Buqun raised his hand to tease the newborn baby.

The child's big brown and black eyes were round and shining with a clear light, quietly looking in the direction of Zhuo Buqun, and he was indeed much more spiritual than other newborn babies.There is already plenty of spiritual power in the small body, which naturally flows through the unimpeded meridians.

"As expected of a wise spirit of heaven and earth, the meridians that usually need to be broken through to be cleared, but he was born to penetrate them. I am envious of others." Zhuo Buqun patted Yu Zhongting on the shoulder, "Zhong Ting, you and your wife are still young , there will be many children."

After hearing this, Yu Zhongting seemed to have figured it out a bit.

This child is useless, does not like it, and can be regenerated.until the birth of an offspring that is all his and satisfies him.

The displeasure on his face faded a little, and Yu Zhongting saluted slightly, "Thank you, master, for your enlightenment."

Zhuo Buqun waved his servants to take the baby away, then turned around and said, "Zhong Ting, I promised you that your eldest son will be named by me."

"It's Zhongting's blessing to be named by the master, but I'm afraid this kid is not worthy of the master's kindness..." Yu Zhongting's expression showed some hesitation.

As the baby was carried away, the conversation between Zhuo Buqun and Yu Zhongting gradually faded away and blurred.

——It seems that this baby is the subject of the retrospective memory of the illusion.Xuan Zifeng thought silently.

"No problem." Zhuo Buqun's voice became more and more hazy, but he could vaguely hear it clearly, "It's very cold today, and there is snow. 'Sui Han, and then the pines and cypresses will wither.' In my opinion, this child is called 'Han Song' 'How are you?"

"Thank you, master, for your name."

These words dissipated like light smoke, but Xuan Zifeng's spiritual consciousness was shocked, and he froze in place.

——Han Song, Yu Han Song.

He suddenly remembered how the young master of Hongjianzong called Songyun.

——Brother Han Song.

Shocked, Xuan Zifeng's consciousness could not help locking on to the baby who was still in its infancy.

——This is Mr. Songyun?

Xuan Zifeng immediately understood why the illusion formed by this memory was several times clearer than that of Concubine Chen Guifei.

Thanks to the blessings of heaven and earth wisdom and spiritual psychic powers, Song Yun has superhuman memory and spiritual power since he was a child. The world in his eyes is more detailed than ordinary people.

Snowflakes once again swept across the entire spiritual world, and Xuan Zifeng still couldn't fully grasp the illusion, and could only let the flow of memory go fast and slow.

Aware of world affairs, understands people's ideas, can speak in July, staggers under the bed in September, gathers spirits at one year old.

As everyone expected, Xiao Hansong is a precocious genius.

Although not loved by Zhongting, the mother will not love her children because of jealousy and prejudice against the wisdom of heaven and earth.

Compared with other nasty human cubs, Xiao Hansong, who possesses the wisdom of heaven and earth, is too cute and smart.He doesn't even need the care of others. Many things don't need to be taught by others, and he can learn them well with a little observation.

This made Madam's mother's love more or less impossible to release, and the care she wanted to give was even a bit redundant for Xiao Hansong.However, this does not prevent the wife from loving her eldest son.

However, this love didn't last long, and the wife soon became pregnant again, and she wanted to share her love and limited time with Xiao Hansong's younger brother or sister.

Xiaohansong's childhood was a bit too short, and Yu Zhongting didn't treat Xiaohansong as a child at all, so the childhood was not like childhood, but it was so short that it almost didn't exist.

"Sitting without posture, looking left and right. What does it look like?"

The steel ruler in Yu Zhongting's hand fell on Xiao Hansong's shoulder, making his little back tremble.It also made Xuan Zifeng's heart ache.

The ruler didn't hold the slightest bit of strength, such a small dumpling would probably swell up the back.

It's just that Xun Sheng raised his head slightly while kneeling, how could he be wrong?What's more, Xiao Hansong, who is only two years old, is just a child who can't walk steadily.

"Father taught me the lesson, the child knows his mistake." Xiaohan lowered his head submissively, sitting up straight with his back straight.The red eye sockets desperately hold back the tears that cannot be flicked easily.

This kind of thing is already the norm, Xiao Hansong will be punished so harshly if he does not agree with Zhong Ting's wishes.

From Xuan Zifeng's point of view, this is not a play of a strict father disciplining his son, but more like taming livestock or disciplining slaves.

Such behavior is probably due to this useless father's fear of the wisdom of heaven and earth.

Yu Zhongting was afraid that this power would be out of his control one day, so he had to make the child obey him and respect him.It is necessary to use etiquette and filial piety as a strong collar and chain to bind this child tightly.

"From tomorrow, you will go to Hong Jianzong's school to study, don't lose the face of the Yu family."

Xiao Hansong choked up the sound of milk, "Yes, the child will follow the teachings of his father and will not be humiliated..."

"Snapped"!

Another resounding foot hit Xiao Hansong.Throwing the loud noise into the ears of an adult would startle people, not to mention hitting a child's thin spring shirt and ringing in the immature ears.

Under the pain, Xiao Hansong's whole body tensed up, but he forced himself to immediately relax the back that wanted to curl up, for fear that the sitting posture would not be elegant enough, and Yu Zhongting would be displeased.

"A dignified disciple of the Hongjian Sect, his speech is slurred and inarticulate, it's not a joke!" Yu Zhongting reprimanded sharply.

Xuan Zifeng really wanted to snatch the steel ruler and put it on Zhong Ting's mouth.

—Two years old!The two-year-old knelt for so long, was beaten and refused to cry, and still had to speak correctly?When you were two years old, you were still peeing and pinching mud and walking birds in open crotch pants!How come no one beat you to death!

However, this is an old memory after all, no matter whether Xuan Zifeng is filled with righteous indignation or cherished in every possible way, he is just a helpless bystander.

Xiao Hansong secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stretched his small body straighter and more dignified, and tried his best to suppress the crying in his throat, "I know I made a mistake, please father punish me."

Some people may be born with a good heart.Even if Yu Zhongting has this attitude towards him, Xiao Hansong still has admiration for him, and he doesn't feel resentment because of his father's strictness towards him, instead, he desperately tries to fulfill all kinds of difficult demands.

—— Poor him sincerely thought that he was not doing well enough.

Seeing Xuan Zifeng was angry and distressed.

The flow of the illusion suddenly accelerated, and with the growth of age and wisdom, everything around him became clearer.

Xuan Zifeng also took this opportunity to revisit Hong Jianzong who had lurked as a spy when he was young.

Hong Jianzong.

The number one sword sect in the world who is full of sour scholars.

Located on the east coast of Daiei Taixi Mountain, it is a magnificent place waving the banner of righteousness.The doors are all inlaid with gold nails and painted with red lacquer, and the walls are all carved with painted pillars and steep jue.

But no matter how grand and famous it is, it can't cover up the hypocrisy and pedantry here.However, he is the leader of the mainstream culture, a trend-setter, and is convinced by the world.

Xuan Zifeng didn't like Hong Jianzong in his heart.

It swept Song Yun out of the house in the name of being lucky, without showing any mercy, and let Song Yun be ridiculed by everyone in the world.And what kind of sincere heart Song Yun had at that time, dedicating all of himself to this sect that used him but never treated him kindly.

Since he was two years old, Xiao Hansong was thrown into Hongjianzong Academy by Yu Zhongting, where he practiced calligraphy, chanted poems, controlled spirits, and practiced Hongzheng swordsmanship together with five- and six-year-old children.

With the wisdom of heaven and earth, coupled with Xiao Hansong's seriousness and hard work, those Hongjian sect disciples who were three or four years older than him were surpassed by Xiao Hansong in all aspects of cultivation and knowledge.

His glorious deeds include but are not limited to: With his small body that is a head shorter than others, he threw all the young disciples in the school all over the place when he was practicing martial arts; and page numbers.

——As expected of my master!

Xuan Zifeng looked at Xiao Hansong's chubby little face, and felt that his heart was about to melt.

In fact, Tiandi Zhiling did not give Xiao Hansong the memory of another life, but only gave him abundant spiritual power, early wisdom and intuition close to the truth.If he really had the memory of a nine-stage power, how could he be manipulated by the people of Hong Jianzong at will?

God knows that Xuan Zifeng is sometimes killed by Xiao Hansong, and sometimes pissed off by the pedantic Confucianism who is full of monarchs, ministers and fathers. How uncomfortable it is to have a heart toss and die repeatedly.

Soon, Xiao Hansong's precocity and intelligence were also "utilized" by Hong Jianzong.

Under the instruction of the old Confucian students in the school, Xiao Hansong started his career as a "teacher" very early, supervising and giving lectures on behalf of his husband since the age of six, and there are many older people than him in the classes he teaches.

Some Hong Jianzong disciples who were a little older than Xiao Hansong were naturally dissatisfied. Some old gentlemen pretended to be there when they watched, and wanted to bully Xiao Hansong without adults around.

"Hey! Isn't this Mr. Hansong! What's the matter, the morning class is very long, and you're wearing diapers? Stop talking and talking, on the podium..."

No one could hear the remaining half of the disciple's words, because his head was surrounded by the helmet transformed by the sound-proof formation, no matter how much he barked, no one else could hear him.

Xiao Han, who performed the operation, kept a straight face without any expression.Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all invisible, and praise, reputation, favor, and disgrace are all indifferent to the heart.

——Look at the stern face of this little coffin, it's not cute anymore.

Xuan Zifeng stared at Xiao Hansong's dignified appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

In the memory of the disciples of Shenmu School, Mr. Songyun is always relaxed and comfortable.

Mai Lepi's old taro always greets people with a smile, and the real body of Cedar Spirit always has a kind smile like a spring breeze.

Everyone has also seen Mr. Songyun with a slightly sullen, helpless, or sly look on his face, but those expressions are filled with a peaceful and warm anger, not lifeless and gray like this.

However, a child is a child after all, and this is Song Yun's own memory, how could Xuan Zifeng miss Xiao Hansong's childish side?

"... Hu is not afraid of each other, not afraid of the sky? Rongcheng does not retreat, hunger fails. Zeng I..." Xiao Hansong who was reading Fan suddenly stopped, "Fang Shixian, where did I just read? Continue read."

The disciple of Hongjianzong who was caught distracted hurriedly got up and searched for the poems under the prompts of the people around him.

In the eyes of all the disciples, Xiao Hansong seemed to have eyes on his back, and he could see all the movements in the classroom.

——In fact, the little master himself didn't know how to pronounce the next word.

Xuan Zifeng secretly smiled at Xiao Hansong's pretending to be calm.

"Zeng Wo, Zeng Wo... Zeng Wo's attachment?" Naturally, the disciples who were named did not recognize the word "暬御", so they could only bite the bullet and read the white characters.

The two typos were spoken, and the disciples roared with laughter.

"Snapped"!

The bamboo ruler was like a gavel, knocking the table with a loud noise.

The disciples in the room immediately restrained their laughter, and buried their heads in silence, for fear that they would be called up to answer questions that they would definitely not be able to answer after they met Xiao Hansong's eyes.

"Snapped"!

The ruler moved again, and mercilessly flung it at the buttocks of the other disciples.Xiao Hansong still has spiritual power and strength, and the person receiving the punishment must be in burning pain.It's downright fierce and scary.

——Actually, it was because the little master was not tall enough, and it was a bit difficult to hit the shoulders.

The more solemn Xiao Hansong's expression was, the more Xuan Zifeng, who knew the truth, laughed so hard that his abdominal muscles twitched.

"There is a saying, 'Know what you know, what you don't know is what you don't know, that's knowledge'. Fang Shixian, it's fine if you don't know, do you still have the courage to read other characters?" Xiao Hansong said, slipping back to the podium without a trace, kicking on the small The bench makes my head higher than the podium.

The disciples still didn't dare to raise their heads, and listened to the instruction with their ears pricked up.

"Let me ask you, did you preview everything the night before you came to school?" Xiao Hansong had already learned to use spiritual power to change the tone of his voice, and insisted on matching his deep and majestic voice with his creamy face.It looked ridiculous, but no one dared to laugh out loud.

Xiao Hansong raised his hand and slapped the podium, and the whole classroom seemed to tremble, "What do I ask you? Have you previewed yet?"

"...No, Mr. Hansong, please forgive me." Fang Shixian was standing there, and simply said it on behalf of his disciples. Anyway, he will be punished for his good deeds.

Uncle Yin Cream Duanzi behind the podium looked around the classroom, "Whoever can read it, I will exempt him from homework today. If no one can read it, everyone's homework will be doubled."

"..."

The classroom was so quiet that even throwing a needle could be heard clearly, and the students didn't dare to take a breather.

——Finally, I know where stepmother Luo's "tyranny" came from.Xuan Zifeng complained secretly.

"No one can read it?" Xiaohan slapped his ruler on the podium with a "slap", "Quickly check!"

The disciples' backs rushed together, and they all immersed themselves in the notes and annotations, trying to find out the pronunciation and interpretation of the word "暬御".

And Xiaohansong's face was as cold as ice, and his heart was hot as an ant. He also took this opportunity to quickly open the book on the podium, look up the pronunciation of "暬御", and by the way, put the word "憯憯" in the last sentence that he couldn't pronounce. Checked together.

After finding the annotations on the notes, Xiao Hansong quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and took the posture of a little teacher to reprimand the disciples, and continued to read.

"If you are successful, you will not retreat, but if you are hungry, you will not succeed. Once I was in the imperial court, and I was exhausted every day. All gentlemen are not willing to use information. Hearing words, answering, and slandering words, retreating..."

While reading, Xiao Hansong forgot to suppress his voice with spiritual power, and changed back to a childish and sweet voice.

The cute and slightly cunning appearance already has the shadow of Mr. Songyun in the future, and Xuan Zifeng was about to fall down on the spot while holding his heart.

——I wish I could smile more.

Xiaohan Matsumoto also likes to laugh, but he can't bear to be severely punished every time he shows a childlike demeanor. Over time, he becomes the same coffin face as the group of sour scholars.

At this moment, Xuan Zifeng saw a somewhat familiar face among the young disciples of Hongjianzong.

The boy was not afraid of Xiao Hansong, his eyes secretly showed disdain, obviously he was not interested in this little teacher, and he was a little bit disobedient.

But as strict as Xiao Hansong, he never beat him.

Xuan Zifeng sneered in his heart.

——Hey, isn't this the young suzerain, the young master Zhuo Yingtian?

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暬御

暬 (xiè) imperial, serving imperial.The king's close ministers.

憯憯

憯 (cǎn), sad.

"If you are successful, you will not retreat, but if you are hungry, you will not succeed. Once I was in the imperial court, and I was exhausted every day. All gentlemen are unwilling to use information. Hearing words, he will answer, and he will retreat..." from "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Rain no positive

It is a political lyric poem written by the king's close servants to satirize the king's stupidity and the court ministers' selfishness and mischief to the country.