Quiet Night Thought of Ancient Sword and Qi Tan

The mountain wind was blowing, but Ziyin's white hair seemed unaffected by the wind. He walked to Lintian Pavilion, where the real master Hansu lived.The head of the sect is sitting cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed at the moment, the whole body is full of qi, and before he can open his eyes, he already feels Zi Yin coming, and then he exhales for a long time, and stands up after finishing his work.

"Ai——" Han Su stroked his white beard and sighed, "I have no way to teach. For many years, I have taught my disciples to be merciful, self-denying and respectful, but I still see the immorality and injustice... The incident at the mausoleum is even more intriguing. Thoughtful, I wanted to send him down the mountain to experience training and calm down his temper, but unexpectedly he did such a rebellious act, and I can hardly escape the blame. From this, I can see that I have quite a few omissions when I am in charge of the sect, and I am really ashamed of the predecessors... ..."

"The so-called 'upper virtue is inaction, but not thought; lower virtue is action, but thought', the head of the sect does not need to be suspicious of himself because of the few people in the mausoleum." The voice of notification.

"Disciple Ling Luo, report something to the sect master and the elder holding the sword!"

The two looked at each other, Han Su said: "Ling Luo come in."

"Forgive me for being rude!" Ling Luo walked into Lintian Pavilion and bowed in salute.

"What's the matter?"

Ling Luo glanced at Zi Yin: "Baili Tusu and Fu Jing are back!"

Hansu showed surprise when he heard the words, but Ziyin frowned slightly.

The road is paved with blue stones, the flowing water is gurgling, and the giant sword is suspended out of thin air, surrounded by layers of secret techniques, shining brightly in the world.

This is the Tianyong City where I have lived for more than ten years...

Murong Jing followed Ling Luo, who led the way, to the front hall. Master Hansu, elder of precepts, Master Han Jiu, and elder Ningdan, Master Huanxu, were already in the front hall, but Master Ziyin was not there.

"Disciple Baili Tusu has met the head and the two elders." Baili Tusu saluted.

"Disciple Fu Jing, I have met the head and the two elders." Murong Jing followed Baili Tusu and saluted.

"Fujing and Baili Tusu are so bold that they left the mountain privately, and they didn't knelt down to confess their crimes!" Han Chau shouted with a straight face when he saw the two of them.

Baili Tusu and Murong Jing went forward and knelt down obediently: "Disciple pleads guilty."

"Baili Tusu, although you were wronged by Zhaolin's death, you shouldn't have left the sect privately, and you shouldn't have escaped when Lingyue was looking for someone!" Han Jiu said with an ugly expression, "You are guilty!"

"The disciple is guilty and is willing to accept the punishment of the master."

Hanjiu is very satisfied with Baili Tusu's reaction, and the next step is Fujing, who is a tough nut to crack. Hanjiu is ready to fight a tough battle.

"Fujing, you went down the mountain privately, disregarding the etiquette of your master, and even resisted with Baili Tusu and went to look for your Lingyue, you are guilty!" Hanjue shouted, staring.

Stare at her first, and overwhelm her first in terms of momentum!Han Zhuo thought secretly.

Murong Jing trembled, raised her head indifferently, then lowered her head again, and said calmly: "This disciple is guilty, and I will let the elders handle it."

"Humph! Refuse to admit guilt! Sure enough, bad nature dies hard... Karma? Have you pleaded guilty?" Hanzhuo slapped the table and stood up, and the words stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, making him very uncomfortable.

"Yes, this disciple looks back on the past and realizes that he has disrespected the elders of the master's sect. He is really ashamed, and today he is willing to apologise." Murong Jing said calmly.

Baili Tusu frowned, how could senior sister...

After waiting for a long time without any sound, Baili Tusu raised his head and found that the head of the sect had a beard on his hand, and his face was full of forbearance. The two elders who were lucky enough not to stroke their beards both opened their mouths and looked at each other. strange expression.

"Eh..." Hanjiu didn't expect Fu Jing, who was always difficult to deal with, to be so well-behaved today. The rhetoric he had prepared earlier was useless in an instant, and he felt very uncomfortable like punching cotton with an empty fist.

"Ahem...Since you have pleaded guilty, then wait for the punishment from the master..." Hanjiu was about to speak when he choked on him, and said dryly.

"Eh...you just came back, so you should go see your master first." Han Su waved his hand: "About the punishment... I will send someone to inform you later."

"Yes, then we're leaving." Baili Tusu and Murong Jing stood up, Murong Jing saluted the three real people, and followed Baili Tusu away lightly.

"Did I have hallucinations?" Looking at Murong Jing's demure lady's back, she murmured, "That's really Fu Jing? Isn't someone using a magic spell?"

"With their skill, it's not enough to use a phantom spell that can fool us..." Han Su looked at the beard that he had pulled off, and compared it to his chin.

"Since this is the case, it must be Fu Jing who is going to play some tricks." Hanzhuo seemed to have realized something: "She deliberately put on such an attitude, severely injured us, and wanted to reduce the punishment!"

Han Su: "..."

Huan Xu: "..."

She also shook her head falsely: "Don't be so conspiratorial, after Fu Jing came down from the mountain, perhaps she has experienced some experience and restrained her mind."

"The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change." Han Jiu waved his sleeves.

Han Su frowned and looked at Han for a long time, and suddenly said: "Why do I feel that you seem to be very dissatisfied with Fu Jing's behavior?"

Han Jiu's hands froze in mid-air.

Ziyin seemed to be waiting for a long time, Murongjing and Baili Tusu had just arrived at the sword tower when they saw Ziyin's lonely back.

"The disciple has seen the master." Baili Tusu knelt down and saw Zi Yin, Murong Jing stared blankly at Zi Yin's back, but seemed unable to recover.

Ziyin turned around slowly, looked at the two lovers, and then swept over Baili Tusu and landed on Murongjing.

"Just come back."

Immortals who have practiced for thousands of years have already seen through the world of mortals, and their tone of voice is always slightly alienated, and they only show concern for their disciples.

"Get up and talk."

Baili Tusu got the order, got up and stood up, only to realize that his senior sister hadn't moved.

"All right?"

Baili Tu Su was taken aback for a moment before realizing that the master was asking the senior sister about her injuries.

When they were in the Zirong Forest, they didn't even know about the lack of soul power of the senior sister.Now, after being treated by God Nuwa, the senior sister is no longer in danger of life, but her personality has changed greatly...

Baili Tusu took a peek at Murong Jing who was unresponsive, and could only answer for her: "Senior sister was treated by God Nuwa, and she is fine."

"God Nuwa?" Hearing the news of the ancient gods, Zi Yin was slightly moved, and couldn't help frowning when he saw Murong Jing's still wandering spirit.

"Master... I have something to say, and I want to talk to you alone." Murong Jing finally spoke after hearing Nuwa's name, with extremely complicated emotions in her eyes.

Ziyin stared at her for a long time, then said lightly: "Follow me."

Since Murong Jing got married, Ziyin never let Murong Jing stay in his room for a long time.

Murong Jing looked at the room full of famous swords, and recalled in a daze the scene when Jing'er was forced by Zi Yin to learn dining etiquette in the room.

At that time, Jing'er kept Ziyin's room at a respectful distance.

"What do you want to say?" Ziyin asked.

"Master... the real person must have noticed the abnormality in me." Murong Jing swallowed the master who was on the verge of her lips, and said awkwardly.

The expression on Zi Yin's face was dark and inexplicable, but Murong Jing was worried and uneasy.

"I think...some things cannot be hidden from you, and you are Jing'er's most respected master, so you should know everything." Murong Jing was cruel, closed her eyes and said: "The thing is like this..."

Murong Jing slowly told the story of herself and Su Jing one by one, how she and Su Jing met, and how they lived together for more than ten years.

When the last sentence ended, Murong Jing suddenly realized that she and Su Jing had so many memories—not a soul, but shared by them.

After revealing the secret that had been hidden for a long time, Murong Jing breathed a sigh of relief.Now under Ziyin's watchful eyes, she is like a prisoner waiting for trial. She is still in a nervous mood, but suddenly she feels a kind of resignation to her fate.

After leaving Tianyong City... where should she go?Maybe, go back to Gangneung?She has never visited her parents before...

"So, half of Jing'er's soul is in Tu Su's body?"

After a brief silence, Ziyin spoke slowly.

"...Yes." Murong Jing froze for a moment, and quickly replied: "Looking at Tu Su's reaction, the souls and four souls that entered his body should not carry too much emotional memory, so it does not affect his normal life. Life."

"So, what about the soul in your body?"

"Just like at the beginning..." Murong Jing's voice was very low: "She has not disappeared, although she is very weak, but I can feel her existence, and she should be like me, sleeping for a while before waking up - I fell asleep at the beginning Eight years... I don’t know how long Jing’er will be.” After speaking, he suddenly remembered something, unlocked the magic technique in his sleeve, and took out a clay figurine.

Murong Jing suddenly thanked Zi Yin for his indifference at this time, because his always calm expression gave her the courage to continue talking.

"In Youdu, before the soul change, Jing'er pinched it herself... She cried for a long time that day, thinking about Master... saying that she was sorry..."

Ziyin took the clay figurine, the clay figurine was dressed in blue and had white hair, and was carrying a long sword box on his back. Although the facial features were not well pinched, he could tell who it was at a glance.

I don't know if it's Murong Jing's illusion, Ziyin's eyes seemed to have a cloud of mist, when he took Murong Jing to look closely, he couldn't see anything.

A melodious sigh came, and then dispersed in the air.

"I already know." Ziyin's voice sounded. "Going all the way must be exhausting, go back to your room and rest."

"What?" Murong Jing suddenly raised her head, thinking that she had heard wrongly, her face was full of astonishment: "Master... the real person, you said..."

Master Ziyin slowly walked up to the unbelievable Murong Jing, and gently patted her head: "I promised, I will protect you for the rest of my life, no matter who you are, you are my disciple."

When she understood Zi Yin's meaning, she couldn't help but tremble all over, and the worries, fears and grievances for many days broke out completely at this moment.

"Master... Master." Murong Jing hugged Zi Yin tremblingly, crying loudly.

"I...I thought, I thought I could only leave Tianyong City...Master...I dare not call out...Master...I want Jing'er, but I also want to live...What should I do ...Master...Master...Master..."

Murong Jing was crying, calling Master over and over again, Ziyin hugged the crying Murong Jing, stroking her hair with his right hand over and over again, listening to her talk about her fear, confusion and grievance, her gray eyes flickered .

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Murong Jing's voice gradually became weaker, and Ziyin called out a few times but there was no response, only then did she realize that the girl in her arms had fallen asleep.

Carrying Murong Jing back to her room, seeing the wet tears on the girl's face and the contorted expression, Zi Yin reached out and caressed her frowning brows.

Before he knew it, his eyes became blurred, and a tear fell on the girl's face.

The little clay figurine sat on the desk, smiling and looking at the beams in front of him.