The night was getting darker, the coldness of snow in the mountains and forests became more and more intense, and the sword fire gradually disappeared from behind her.

After solving the insect chaos in the Four Peaks, Yun Rong picked up a broken purple armor with his sword and glanced at the seemingly chaotic runes on the armor.

She raised her brows slightly, put away the broken armor, and looked up at the night sky, which was covered with cold clouds, and a few faint lights of stars appeared in the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Even in the deep silence of the night, Baituo Mountain, known as the Three Holy Lands in the world, has become a bit eerie.

The black and red school uniform of the Fire-Treading Dark Night Unicorn fluttered slightly in the snowy night.

Yun Rong continued to use himself as bait, left the Four Peaks, and headed toward the Everlasting Mountain in the southeast.

Dusk smoke and sparse snow cross the cold bridge, and waves of pine trees sound like the sea in the wind.

Fine snowflakes fell in her hair, and her long black hair was set against the white snow, adding a bit of cool and delicate temperament to her in the night.

Yun Rong did not wield a sword. His soft boots stepped on the ancient bluestone paved along the way, leaving a series of deep and shallow traces in the snow.

In the snowy mist, she seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, carrying a pot of Chi blood that had been opened on her waist.

From time to time, subtle sounds of movement could be heard in the distant mountains and forests.

Yun Rong was not interested in this kind of petty quarrels that he did not dare to show his face, so he simply ignored them, and even leaned on the Hanqiao in an elegant way, picking up a handful of pure snow.

This woman who didn't know the seasons, and whose heart was full of swords, looked at the soft white snow in her hands quietly, and suddenly felt something.

It turned out that it was already the late snowfall of winter.

Just as Jingxue wiped away the remaining blood between her fingers, Yun Rong paused for a moment, then pinched two white dumplings and stood them on the bridge railing.

I heard from the junior disciples in the sect that tonight, the disciples are competing, and Ying Xiu is also going up the mountain.

To be honest, Yun Rong has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, but he really doesn't have a deep impression on this nominal young master.

Over the years, I have been traveling around the world, and by chance I bumped into this young master who amazes everyone with his ghost sword in a corner of the world, and it is hard to shake my heart at all.

Yun Rong is famous all over the world for his knowledge of swords, but it is difficult for him to recognize people.

She has always been face-blind and has always identified people by their breath. Even now, she cannot remember what the facial features of Prince Yingxiu of the Qingming Dynasty looked like.

The strange thing is that when I was here under the Yuhan Bridge tonight, the young master's appearance as a child clearly appeared in my mind.

Yun Rong vaguely remembered that at that time, although Empress Ying Ji often had disputes and disagreements with her clan master, they had not yet reached the point where they were separated and the two places were irreconcilable.

The young master is not called Ying Xiu, and has the same surname as the clan master.

Is it called Baili, Baili'an or Baili'an? Yun Rong still can't tell which one it is.

She didn't have much interaction with the young master, and her memories of that time were as fragmented as the mottled scales on a big fish.

Back then, the child was brought into this world by the sect leader with great expectations. He was the son of the person with the most talented swordsmanship in the world and the person with the strongest bloodline in Zhongyou Imperial City.

How not to make the world look forward to it?

Unfortunately, facts have proven that the power of the Zhongyou royal family's domineering bloodline can indeed surpass the bloodline of mortals.

The young master of the Tianxi Sword Sect has no swordsmanship qualifications, and even his spiritual abilities are mediocre.

Yun Rong didn't know what the sect leader was thinking when he saw his child being born.

But since he was able to obtain the name of 'Hidden Sword', I guess his expectations for him were not diminished by his mediocre qualifications.

After all, there is a generous and late-blooming Qu Hexing in the Tianxi Sword Sect.

Ordinary qualifications led to an extraordinarily strict education method.

The young master was imprisoned and raised by the sect master in Dongli Xiaozhu since he was a child. At that age, the proud son of another family's immortal family was held in the hands of his parents, cared for and raised to be extremely noble.

Let’s not talk about distant places, let’s talk about the eldest lady of Cangwu Palace, who has been pampered in the beautiful jade of Jinshan since she was a child.

Everyone in the world doesn't know that Yin Dufeng, that rude and madman, is a perfect slave to the young lady.

If you want the moon, you will never pick the stars. You will be held up and worshiped by others wherever you go.

Not to mention the young master of Taixuan Sect. His spiritual aperture is difficult to access, he has no mind and nature, he is destined to be unable to practice, his energy is darkened, and he is destined not to live past the age of twenty-five.

Young Master Su, who is also difficult to achieve success, has almost been raised in the honey jar of his parents.

Only the young master of Tianxi's family did not get along with his parents and his qualifications were mediocre.

At such a young age, he was left alone in a small building. He had to complete three lessons assigned by his father every day and read classics for four hours.

Such obscure and difficult scriptures can sometimes be difficult to read, not to mention children of several years old, and even adult disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect.

The sword master hopes that his son will become a talented person, and he is not allowed to eat until he finishes reading.

I almost spent all day and night immersed in the sea of ​​books, and how could I have time to leave the small building and go up the trees to dig out bird's nests and go down the river to fish for shrimps like other children.

Even the most ordinary child disciples in the sect probably have a happier life than the young master.

Yun Rong was originally unaware of the family affairs of the sect leader. Since she was a teenager, she had been obsessed with the art of swordsmanship and was not interested in these common household matters.

It's just because of this that her temperament means calling someone like the sect master sometimes feels that it's too much.

Things must turn to the extreme, perhaps because she is afraid that if she goes to extremes for a moment, she will eventually be destroyed by Jianxin.

The sect master would occasionally take the time to bring his youngest son to her Quanxue Peak, where she would teach him swordsmanship and sharpen his sword bones.

How could Yun Rong have the temperament to become a teacher and teach others, but the sect master didn't know how to raise children, so he just threw the young son on top of her mountain for a whole day.

She is no different from the other Thirteen Sword Masters. She looks at a good young guy with good skills, and always wants to earn a lot of money and cultivate them.

She has spent all her life's patience on learning the sword. She has been without a disciple for hundreds of years and is rarely disturbed by outsiders in the mountains.

Until the sect leader left such a little guy as big as a garlic sprout in her mountain, he couldn't be beaten, let alone scolded.

Can this three-year-old kid really understand her sword skills?

Knowing that he could not teach swordsmanship, he simply turned a deaf ear to the sect leader's instructions, ignored the little guy, and continued practicing and mastering swordsmanship on the mountaintop, just as if he was not here.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Fortunately, the little guy is also sensible, neither noisy nor fussy, and he spends the whole day just sitting there.

The sect master asked her to teach him the sword well and let the child learn the sword well from her.

Yun Rong was perfunctory, but the three-year-old child, with his big eyes open, silently watched her practice her sword from dawn to dusk, sitting upright like a little stone man, learning extremely seriously and hard.

At that time, Yun Rong felt that there was nothing wrong with this. After all, when the senior brother taught swordsmanship from Changqing Pavilion, all the disciples in the audience did not dare to do anything rashly, and they all listened and studied attentively.

But she forgot that sitting on the top of her hill was a child whose head was no higher than her knees.

At that time, she did not realize the difference between a three-year-old child and an eighteen-year-old young disciple.

At first, Yun Rong thought that this boy had good perseverance. Even an eighteen-year-old young disciple would inevitably be restless, but he could sit still all day long.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this admiration aroused, a week later, the sect leader would no longer bring his youngest son to Quanxue Peak to practice swordsmanship.

It seems that the child couldn't bear the hardship of cultivation, so he begged his father not to send him to her.

Yun Rong did not take this matter into his mind, until later, each of the three sects performed "teaching rituals" to serve as a warning to all the countries in the world.

Since the mountain gate opened the academy, it has accepted disciples from hundreds of schools and countries.

The Thirteen Swords sequentially lecture on the scriptures and their meanings, and teach the Tao to the world, with the purpose of cultivating the materials of the temple and benefiting the common people.

The three sects respect the head, although the desire is good.

But the young disciples recruited in the academy are all Gaoliang children from prominent families in the seven states of Qin.

Most of them are around ten years old, which can be considered half-grown children, but all of them know how to eat and do not know how to do other things.

Yun Rong, the fourth sword of Tianxi, only taught for two days, and these half-year-old children were like delicate imperial flowers.

It cannot be exposed to the sun, it cannot be frozen by falling snow, it cannot be exposed to rain, it cannot be hungry, it cannot be thirsty, it cannot be tired.

Each disciple is accompanied by at least three maids to take care of his food and daily life. He has four meals a day, and every meal is not missed. After the meal, there is white tea, cakes and fruits, all available.

An immortal like Yun Rong, who has been eating and drinking for a long time, cannot understand the needs of these little brats.

But after comparing them, she suddenly realized that these mortal cubs needed to eat.

On the Quanxue Peak, the young son of the sect leader...

She had never thought of taking care of him.

He never cried out about suffering and hunger, he just sat there quietly watching her meditate, practice her sword, and meditate.

Until the sunset, when the golden crows were sinking in the sky, and the sect leader went up the mountain to take him back to Dongli Xiaozhu, and when he came back the next day, he never complained about anything.

At first, she was too arrogant and didn't know how people behave, but when she suddenly came to her senses, she realized that the little baby was strange.

He seems to...never take the initiative to make demands on others.

Suddenly, Yun Rong, who was not very curious, suddenly became curious. Why did the little kid suddenly stop coming after he went up the mountain to watch the sword for seven days in a row?

Later, when I asked the sect leader, I found out that he was ill.

Also, how could a three-year-old baby withstand such torture?

That was also Yun Rong's first official visit to the courtyard to visit his young master.

A very simple small bamboo courtyard is surrounded by fences. A small pond is opened in the courtyard. Lotus pods are in full bloom in the pond. Among the white snow and green leaves, red koi can be vaguely seen swimming by.

Yun Rong glanced around casually for a few times, then entered the room. The interior was simply furnished, with no other unnecessary clutter, a table and three chairs, and two rows of piles of classic ancient books that had been moved from the sword pavilion.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a house where a child should live.
To be continued...