I rolled over after parallel worlds merged

In the early spring, when the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, a new batch of Jianzong's disciples selected from the outer sect were lining up, holding the school uniforms they had just issued and walking to the dormitory.

Suddenly, there was a burst of clear laughter from a child not far away.

"Why is there such a young child in the Zong?" Someone in the team muttered.

A disciple who was obviously very knowledgeable about this kind of gossip replied with a smirk: "You don't even know this?"

The person who asked the question shook his head.

"Young master! The inner school of Jianzong does not accept monks under the age of 14. Who else can this be but the young master?"

Probably because there were no elders present, and the team was only led by a few older disciples. Just now, it was honestly quiet, and it was purely that no one took the lead. Now someone is willing to be the leader. Most of them became lively in an instant, and curious voices all around suddenly came and went.

"But I heard that Sect Master Ling was conspired to be poisoned by cold in his early years. He has been lingering in bed all these years, and he has to retreat for cultivation every now and then. Let alone marrying a wife, he has never even met a female cultivator who got close. This young master Where did it come from? Son?"

"I do know a little bit about this. My cousin is the direct disciple of the great elder. He told me that five years ago, the suzerain suddenly brought a child back from outside. He said it was his son, who had just turned one year old and was just weaned. My mother passed away, so I had to bring her back to raise her."

"Huh? An illegitimate child?"

"It's probably just that I didn't have time to disclose it to the public. An upright person like Ling Zongzhu must have difficulties."

"Shhh, you guys can talk about this kind of thing? You don't care about his illegitimate child, anyway, he is the only young master of Jianzong now."

"Ling Shuang's speech."

Suddenly, a slightly serious scolding came straight from the rockery. A group of teenage boys and girls stopped chatting immediately when they were full of curiosity. They stretched their necks to peek, but because The shelter of the bamboo forest can only be heard roughly.

The child's excited laughter disappeared in an instant, and there was silence all around, only the birds standing on the branches were still chirping lifelessly.

After a long silence, the boy timidly called out "Father".

Ling Zhi looked silent, looking down at Ling Shuangci who was lowering his head, as if he was looking at an inanimate object, and with an attitude that was completely unlike his own flesh and blood, he commented lightly: "If you don't practice swords, Instead of studying, I'm here to fly a kite with your little uncle."

"Ling Shuangci, have you forgotten what I said?"

Hearing this sentence, the child's thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably, a shameful expression appeared on his face, and his neck was slightly flushed with embarrassment.

His childish voice didn't even lose the milky smell, but he tried hard to put on a calm and mature look: "Don't dare."

"Father, I was wrong."

Ling Zhi remained expressionless, with his back straight, standing in front of the six or seven-year-old child, towering like a mountain that could never be reached, but no matter how much Ling Shuangci flattered him, the other party was still standing there far away, Unwilling to shorten the distance a little, even unwilling to touch the top of his head.

The teenage Gu Yunzhi looked at the child's aggrieved but clenched teeth, and couldn't bear it anymore, so he couldn't help saying: "Senior brother, I can't blame Shuangci, it's because I heard that he has made great progress in his skills recently. It just so happened that Cen Fengzhu had urgent matters to leave the sect today, and the time for the class that was scheduled to take place in the afternoon was free, so I wanted to take him to relax for a while."

Ling Zhi glanced lightly at Gu Yunzhi, his expression slightly relaxed.

The gentleness between his eyebrows was even stronger than when he looked at his own son. He said in a neutral tone: "Ayun, don't spoil him too much."

Gu Yunzhi still wanted to speak for his little nephew, but Ling Shuangci took the initiative to tug at the corner of his clothes, shook his head lightly, then pursed his lips and said flatly: "I'll go to the ancestral hall to receive the punishment."

"What is there to go to the ancestral hall, you—"

Before Gu Yunzhi finished speaking, Ling Zhi responded directly.

"It's fine to kneel until the sunset. You have to go to the cold spring to chant scriptures tonight."

Ling Shuang turned around for a moment, probably because he remembered what day it was today, and his face, which had not been too emotional just now, was inexplicably more expectant, and his thin phoenix eyes even bent without showing any emotion bend.

But how could this slight change escape Ling Zhi's eyes, he frowned, his dissatisfied attitude didn't even bother to hide it.

After thinking for a few seconds, he finally reminded him, but this time his tone was a little softer, even with a bit of sentimentality that was hard to tell: "Shuangci, don't blame me for being strict with you."

"My body..." Ling Zhi coughed twice, and continued, "I don't know how long it can last, you have to remember what I told you."

These words caught the weakness of the two people present, and the faces of Gu Yunzhi and Ling Shuangci suddenly became unsightly.

Ling Shuangci frowned tightly, as if in self-reflection, and Gu Yunzhi couldn't refute anything, just looked at Sect Master Ling worriedly.

It wasn't until Ling Zhi waved his hand that Gu Yunzhi left with the silent young master.

The disciples on the other side of the bamboo grove who had been eavesdropping for a long time only looked at it vaguely, but they still couldn't help but started talking.

"I have to kneel before flying a kite. This young master is worse than us."

"That's right, we can take a weekend off every week to go out and play. I heard that the young master's daily homework is very full, and those seventeen or eighteen-year-old direct disciples are not so busy."

"Do you need to be distressed? He is the young master. In the future, the entire Jianzong will belong to him. Feel the three melons in your pocket to wake up. What qualifications do you have to sympathize with him?"

"That's not what you said. I think the suzerain is trying to encourage the growth of seedlings. When I was six or seven years old, I didn't even recognize a few words. The young master is not as tall as a sword, so I was forced to do it every day. You have strengthened your body by practicing kung fu, haven't you heard of such a thing in other sects?"

"That's right, and the suzerain's attitude towards the young master is really indifferent, tsk, I was willing to smile a little when I saw him instructing the second elder's apprentice last time, how come my son still..."

"Hey, you can't blame the suzerain. I heard that his body is getting weaker and weaker day by day, and his cultivation base has regressed for more than ten years. Maybe he just hopes that the young master can become a weapon sooner and be alone."

"Indeed, the old devil looks very peaceful now, who knows if he will think about it in the future."

"Oh, that's right. Fortunately, the young master is very talented. Listen to my senior sister. She may be able to form a pill in another four or five years!"

As soon as these words came out, there was another uproar around:

"Fuck? Is it true or not? I will be eighteen next year, and I finally realized how to draw Qi into my body last month. I'm about to form a pill at the age of primary school?"

"Who isn't? It's true that people are more popular than people."

"Forget it, I'll go back to school and grab a recommended spot. What the hell, cultivating immortals is better than doing scientific research!"

All of a sudden, probably after waiting for too long at the residence, the new disciples did not come to register for a long time. Several monks who were in charge of this matter came together to look for them. Do not call one place.

The disciples, who had been reprimanded head on and face off, finally did not dare to make mistakes, and lined up dejectedly and walked quickly to the hut together.

The gentle spring breeze does not bring much chill, but it is wrapped in the fragrance of magnolia blooming white on the hill next door, drifting over without haste.

On the red wall and golden tiles, a figure who appeared there at some unknown time was leaning lazily.

He gently twisted the hair hanging from his temples with his fingers, as if he had heard something interesting, looked at the direction Ling Shuangci was leaving, and frowned thoughtfully...

The author has something to say: here we come.

The second is probably before 0:[-]