When Qu Duiyan was born, her father Qu Jiang was already one of the six sub-saints in the world, and her mother Yang Liu was the leader of Lianjian, a powerful person at the peak of Mahayana. The Lianjian sect was at its peak of prestige, and more than a hundred clans and families in half of the Central Continent competed to attach themselves to it. There were many spiritual practices in Lianjian, and Qu Duiyan was often carried around by her mother since she was one year old, watching people make hand gestures and cast spells. Sometimes she would clap her hands and laugh for a long time when she saw magical scenes such as waterfalls condensing and hanging springs turning into ice.
When she grew up to be a graceful girl, showing amazing talent and beautiful appearance, there were often rumors in the market, talking about how comfortable and beautiful her life was, saying that she "read Taoist books leisurely and did not get up, combing her hair slowly under the crystal curtain". It was also said that her senior brother who practiced the dead wood rejuvenation technique made all the flowers in the mountains bloom overnight in the deep winter on her thirteenth birthday, just to make her happy.
Compared to the Crown Prince of Beilu, who was raised in the deep palace and whose name is rarely known, she is more like an uncrowned princess who is the focus of everyone's attention.
Fate seemed to have piled up all the best things in the world in front of her, letting her choose. Later, Qu Duiyan began to doubt whether the happiness and perfection of the previous 18 years was just a false dream.
After waking up from the dream, the sky was dark and the earth was gloomy. Her parents died at the hands of traitors, who were her senior brothers and fellow disciples. Although it was difficult to kill a sub-sage and a Mahayana peak cultivator, it was not impossible. If it was done by the closest and most trusted people, who had painstakingly planned for many years, even a saint would find it difficult to guard against people's hearts. The poison of the Demon Dao Qiong Palace, the magic weapon of the Baopu Sect, and the sacrifice of blood and blood to pretend to be possessed and in urgent need of someone to guide the spiritual energy.
Chu Huan did all these.
Qu Duiyan later understood a truth: some people value power and reputation above all else, and as long as the stakes of betrayal are greater than gratitude, there is nothing they can't do. However, she was almost desperate at that time, and finally realized how naive she was before, not caring about the affairs of the sect, and practicing on her own, so that when Chen Yi was away, Lianjian almost fell into the hands of thieves.
But Chen Yi had returned. From the foot of Cangya Mountain to Lianjian, thousands of miles of pursuit and ambush had failed to kill him. In the end, he walked into the hall covered in blood, holding a knife, and said, "I believe it."
A word weighs more than a thousand pounds.
In late autumn of that year, blood dyed the spring water of Lianjian red, making the flying red leaves invisible. Their spells and swords all fell on their former fellow disciples. Later, Chu Huan escaped from Lianrun Mountain and headed for Baopu Sect. Then the East Land Demon Army crossed the sea, and the prelude to the war began.
The few remaining elders all came to persuade Qu Duiyan to abandon the mountain. The whole sect was in a panic. The night before summoning all the disciples to announce whether to stay or leave, Qu Duiyan stood in the ancestral hall and looked at the tablet. After a long time, he said: "I will not leave. Even if there is no one to bury my bones, I will die here in battle.
Chen Yi didn't say a word until he sent her to the gate of the courtyard. The clear moonlight fell into his eyes, as peaceful as before. Encountering a great change, she held on to calm the riots with one breath, and learned many thundering methods overnight without any instruction, showing the innate strength in her blood, but at this moment she was still panicked.
She even gave up on herself and speculated about him sinisterly: "Junior brother, do you want Lianjian Sect?
As long as you don't turn to the evil path, I will give you Lianjian.
Chen Yi just shook his head: "You have a good rest, I will take care of everything. He kept his word. In that battle, Chu Huan led the demon army to break through the first line of defense arranged by Lianjian in the north. Chen Yi, holding a knife, cut a bloody path among the thousands of troops and killed the traitor with his own hands.
Later, they went through many things together, and only after the war ended and the situation stabilized did they start to worry about their own affairs. Qu Duiyan sometimes felt that Chen Yi also liked her, and sometimes thought that he treated her so well just out of morality.
He Yanyun and Ruan Xiaolian both advised her not to be impulsive in their letters, but she didn't want to continue in such a vague state, so she simply wanted to get to the bottom of it. Even if it was self-indulgent, a quick and painful cut was better than tossing and turning. In the middle of the night, she ate a glutinous rice chicken to build up her courage, and with her blood boiling, she ran to knock on Chen Yi's door.
All the prepared remarks were useless, and the first thing he said was: "Do you have someone you like? What do you think of me?"
Chen Yi stood there in a daze, looking straight into her eyes.
Qu Duiyan was anxious: "Say something!"
The man in front of me said slowly: "When I entered the sect, I thought that although I was your junior brother, I was older than you and I would definitely protect you for your whole life... But later, I couldn't bear to see you get hurt and suffer, and I was always thinking about you. I had already surpassed the status of a junior brother. If you think this is an offense, I will not bother you anymore in the future. If you say that you are also happy with me, I dare not think about it."
Qu Duiyan was a little confused and didn't react: "What's the point of saying all this! If you have the guts, marry me! I just want to ask you one question, do you dare to marry me?!"
"I will marry you." Chen Yi said word by word, "I am willing to marry Qu Duiyan as my wife. I will seek the great Dao together with you and only you will live with me. I will love you and cherish you and will never betray you. If you violate my words, your merits and body will be wasted and your soul will fly away."
Qu Duiyan looked down in panic and saw the bright red blood falling to the ground and disappearing in an instant. This was a vow made with heart and blood.
Tears finally fell: "You are stupid, who would take such a serious oath..."
Chen Yi smiled and wiped her tears. When he was studying in the academy, he had read a lot of spring breeze poems, but when he was facing Qu Dui Yan, he couldn't say a word. No matter how moving the romantic poems were, they seemed frivolous and could not be expressed clearly, so he could only swear.
The day of the union was finally set. Under the calm surface, undercurrents were surging from all sides. Rumors were everywhere that the Lianjian sect had suffered internal strife and division, and had gone through a war between Taoists and demons, so it was inevitable that its vitality had been greatly damaged. How could it be ranked first among the sects in Central China?
As the wedding date approaches, Qu Duiyan feels like he is facing a formidable enemy.
Chen Yi only said: "I will take care of everything."
It’s still just this one sentence, and I still do what I say.
Outside the curtains, the spring rain is continuous, and the breeze in the restaurant is intoxicating. This restaurant has the best plum wine, especially suitable for girls.
Qu Duiyan was so drunk that he slammed the table and said, "The person I fell in love with at first sight when I was eight years old later became my husband! This legend is so great that even the storybooks don't dare to write it like this now."
He Yanyun was eating roast goose and said vaguely: "Back then, Chen Yiming obviously liked you. Everyone knows his thoughts. Only you are so nervous..."
Qu Duiyan was totally unconvinced.
"What do you mean I'm the only one who's nervous? He has a pure Taoism, a high level of cultivation, is handsome, and has an extraordinary demeanor! What's more, he has a gentle and patient personality! He will never refuse anyone!" Qu Duiyan slammed the table, "How can this be tolerated? How many young girls are rushing to him!"
"Wait, I admit that his Taoism is pure and his cultivation is superb, but are you sure you are talking about him as for the last two words?"
Qu Duiyan replied without hesitation: "You think he is not handsome? What is your opinion?"
He Yanyun was silent. Ruan Xiaolian knew that she was a little drunk. She was also thinking: "Yes, yes, he is handsome and you are beautiful. You are a perfect match, okay?" God knows why the leader of the Lianjian Sect, a great cultivator, would talk about appearance. What kind of thing is this?
When Qu Duiyan heard this, he showed no joy.
“No matter how beautiful a face is, if you look at it every day for ten or a hundred years, you will get tired of it eventually.”
Even Ruan Xiaolian was speechless. Didn't you claim to be so beautiful when you were only eight years old? Where did your narcissistic energy go?
He Yanyun nodded at her: "Stop drinking and go home with your Taoist partner."
Qu Duiyan turned around and saw Chen Yi standing at the stairs. When he saw her looking at him, he touched his nose as if a little embarrassed: "I see you haven't come back yet. Well, it's getting late."
He Xuyun felt that she was really impressed by these two people. They played mahjong and the couple played together. It was fine if one fed the other. After so many years, Chen Yi had become a sub-sage, but he was still following them around and wanted to follow them every day. She watched the two of them walk away together, lowered her head and saw the meat that Ruan Xiaolian had picked up. She immediately felt that she no longer had any dissatisfaction. Her life was much better than Qu Duiyan's.
Qu Duiyan often wondered when he first met Chen Yi?
When he went with his father to visit the headmaster, he found it boring to play chess and drink tea, so he decided to go and have fun. At that time, Chen Yi was still a young boy, squatting in the woods to bandage a kitten. He was not as sharp and decisive as he would be many years later, but had a scholarly air.
"Whose child are you? Here, do you want to eat?"
The lights of the library not far away reflected in his eyes, warm and bright, making him yearn for it.
"Big brother, your candy is so delicious, and you are so pretty. When I grow up, will you marry me?"
Chen Yi laughed: "I gave you a bag of candy beans and you said you wanted to marry me, making me look like a child trafficker."
Qu Duiyan was a little sad: "Don't you like me?"
"When you grow up, you will find that I am not good-looking at all. There will be many people who like you, and you will also like very good people. When you think about today, you will find it ridiculous and even regret it." Chen Yi touched the top of her head, "It doesn't matter, I won't bother with you."
Qu Duiyan always remembered this sentence. Later, she did laugh at her own absurdity in childhood. She also felt a temporary heartbeat for the white-haired boy at the flower-folding party.
But the most vivid and profound thing in her mind was Chen Yi's appearance. She wrote in a letter to two close friends: "He should have forgotten it long ago. Even if he remembered, he would not recognize it as me."
He is the youthful impulse of falling in love at first sight, and he is also the long-lasting love that develops over time. There is nothing more beautiful than this.
It's another spring breeze blowing on the willows, and I'm tired of combing my hair in the morning.
The woman, who was more beautiful than a spring flower, flicked her sleeves and a water mirror appeared. She looked at herself in the mirror and asked, "Am I beautiful?"
Chen Yi became nervous and answered seriously: "It looks good."
"How beautiful is it? It's so flawless that you never get tired of looking at it?"
"Of course."
"You're just being perfunctory with me. There's no such thing as perfection in the world."
Chen Yi felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He lowered his eyes and tied her hair up, then put on a jade hairpin with flowing beads.
Qu Duiyan looked in the mirror and was impressed by the ingenuity of his Taoist partner. He forgot his own unreasonableness in an instant, but suddenly heard the man say: "There is no such thing as a flawless face in the world. It is just the face of the person you love."
In the third year after Chen Yi entered the sub-sage realm, Qu Duiyan gave birth to two sons. The more advanced the cultivation, the more difficult it is to conceive. In addition to consuming a lot of effort, it also depends on the opportunity given by heaven. After Wan Ding and his mother and child were safe, He Yanyun and Ruan Xiaolian did not stop for a moment and returned to Cangya Mountain overnight, without even having time to eat the midnight snack on the table.
"Although my son is so small and soft that my heart softens when I hold him in my arms, if I keep him for one more day, my eyes will go blind," said He Yanyun.
Ruan Xiaolian felt the same way: "In the next year, I don't want to see the two of them appear at the same time. It's simply insane."
When Qu Duiyan was taking care of her pregnancy, she was too lazy to go out and only dealt with the sect's affairs. The rest of the time, she invited two people to play cards, and with Chen Yi, they just made up a table. Chen Yi's cultivation was high, and it was self-evident that none of the three people present could match him, but he never won a single game. In He Yanyun's words, "Even if Duiyan played with her eyes closed, Chen Yi could help her make a Thirteen Yao." In addition to feeding cards, Lian Run Yasheng was also particularly good at serving tea and water, massaging shoulders and backs, and calming the manic emotions of pregnant women.
Although this fairy-like couple never behaved affectionately in front of others, they had a tacit understanding in their words and their eyes were filled with warmth that could easily cause psychological harm to the only two onlookers.
Lianjian has many hanging springs and waterfalls, and it also values water virtue, so Qu Duiyan named his eldest son Chen Zhuo and his youngest son Chen Lian. At their full-moon banquet, all the major families and clans rushed to congratulate them, and half of the Central Continent could see the glow of the Lianjian Mountain.
Sect Leader Qu has been in a high position for a long time, her methods are drastic, and her prestige is profound. Although she is more glorious than before, no one calls her the most beautiful woman anymore, or rather, no one dares to judge her appearance. After all, in the minds of the world, power, status, and cultivation realm are far from being comparable to beauty.
No one knew that Qu Zongzhu herself was very concerned about this, especially after giving birth. She even wrote a letter to two of her close friends: "In your opinion, is my appearance any less beautiful than before?"
He Yanyun was speechless and choked up. She picked up the pen and replied: "I think you are the person in the world who least needs to worry about this."
Ruan Xiaolian comforted her: "I have said it before, even if she is 180 years old and encounters something related to Chen Yi, she will still be like 18 years old."
He Xuyun collapsed: "Eighteen?! You overestimate her! She must be eight at most! And she said she wanted to marry me when we first met at the academy! Eight can't be more than that!"
After receiving the letter, Qu Duiyan murmured to himself: "Why not worry? You don't know that the girls who come to the mountains to learn from the master are getting prettier and prettier every year."
When Chen Yi came in, he saw her standing by the window whispering, so he restrained his breath and walked forward slowly, holding her in his arms from behind, and smiled softly: "Where can a girl be more beautiful than my little girl?"
Qu Duiyan was startled. Even though they were an old couple, they couldn't help but blush. She couldn't help but glare at him: "You don't have any little girls in your family. You only have two sons who are like naughty monkeys. They roll around in the mud every day and are so cute."
"Eh, no? Isn't this the little girl in my arms?"
Qu Duiyan burst out laughing, now he really looked like eighteen.
For a long time, the young people who were most speculated about in the cultivation world were Chen Zhuo and Chen Lian. Regardless of their talents and aptitudes, their status and position alone were the highest among the younger generation, because they would inevitably inherit the huge foundation of the Lianjian Sect in the future.
The situation did not improve until Liu Qishuang accepted a disciple and Xihua Peak had a second generation of disciples.
People all say that the two young masters of Lianjian were precocious, extremely talented, and had heavenly looks. Qu Duiyan once invited two friends to go down the mountain to eat hot pot, but when he heard the rumor, he was so worried that he only ate five plates of meat.
He Yanyun took the opportunity to put the rest into her own bowl and said vaguely: "Why are you sighing? What he said is not wrong."
That's true, but unfortunately it has to be looked at separately.
The eldest son, Chen Zhuo, was precocious and extremely gifted. He resembled his father in facial features. When he stood next to Chen Yi, the two, one older and one younger, looked like two of them. Later, he went to school for a few years and became more like his father in temperament, being transparent, warm, and humble.
The youngest son, Chen Lian, looks like his mother, and his eyes and eyebrows also have the charm of Qu Duiyan when he was young. Because he was a little late in understanding, he was spoiled by his father and brothers since he was a child. He was arrogant and self-willed, calling He Yanyun and Ruan Xiaolian "good sisters" all the time. When he grew up, he acted more casually and didn't know what the rules of the world were. When Master Qu wanted to teach him a strict lesson, it was too late.
It was common to see a handsome young man running wildly in the back mountain of Lianjian, jumping over roofs, passing through palace doors, climbing tall trees and skimming over waterfalls. His light body skills were extremely superb, and his figure was as fast as the wind, leaving only an afterimage. But unfortunately, how could he outrun Sect Leader Qu?
It doesn't matter if you can't run, as long as you can shout - "Ouch! It hurts so much, help! I'm going to be beaten to death, daddy save me! Big brother save me!"
Then, along with the boy's cry of pain, the woman's cold voice came: "You still dare to run? If I don't break your legs today, do you think my Moon-Grabbing Sword is just a decoration?"
This was one of the few times that Chen Yi needed to show off his skills. He appeared out of nowhere and hugged his wife: "Let's talk it over. Family members don't use swords. Don't get yourself hurt by getting angry."
Another young man arrived at the scene and quickly hugged Qu Duiyan's waist: "Mom! Don't hit my brother! Look, he's almost been beaten to death!"
In a moment, the dust settled. Qu Duiyan had to struggle to free himself from the two human-shaped pendants on his body, sheathed his sword, and said angrily: "You, a loving father who spoils his son! And you, you only know how to protect your brother, but now you have spoiled him so much that he doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. Can you still protect him for the rest of his life?"
The gentle young man immediately patted her back to calm her down: "I brought Xiao Lian back three months ago and have kept him in the mountains ever since. Now that he wants to go down the mountain to travel again, it's not too much..."
"Traveling? Did he say where he was going?" Qu Duiyan threw out a stack of blueprints, "Look at what your good brother did!"
Chen Guan hurriedly took it, but didn't open it, his face slightly red.
Qu Duiyan rolled his eyes: "See, this time it's not a pornographic picture."
They were several precisely constructed shipbuilding blueprints and navigation route maps, with the blank spaces densely filled with records of local customs extracted from ancient books, which showed how meticulous the map maker was.
Chen Yi glanced at him, frowned slightly, but said nothing.
Chen Zhuo's expression suddenly changed: "Xiao Lian, are you going to Donglu?"
"Don't be nervous. I'm just taking a boat across the sea to see the beast tide and experience the customs and habits of another continent. Just think of it as an autumn outing. I've also made an appointment with some friends. It's okay..."
When Qu Duiyan heard this, he became furious again: "How dare you!"
The handsome young man walked out from behind his father and brother and said, "Mom, my friends and I have agreed to set out today. They are waiting for me at Songhe Pavilion, ten miles down the mountain. I can't break the appointment."
Seeing that he did not hide, Qu Duiyan laughed in anger: "You are quite tough, and you are loyal and keep your promises, right? Very well, if you can survive three moves from me today, I will let you go down the mountain."
Chen Yi said: "Duiyan, calm down, we can talk nicely."
"I'm calm. He's already sixteen years old and should have been responsible for his words and actions. This is between him and me. You two should stay out of it."
Qu Duiyan turned and shouted sternly: "Draw your knife. If you don't even have the courage to fight me, why are you going to Donglu?"
There was silence for a moment, with only the roar of the waterfall and the roar of the pine trees in the forest being heard, each sound deafening.
Chen Lian did use a knife, although everyone who had seen him thought that he was more suitable to wear a long sword on his waist to highlight his elegant demeanor.
At this moment, facing his furious mother and worried father and brother, he sighed slightly, stepped back a few steps, and seemed a little helpless: "Of course, my son dare not attack my mother."
Chen Yi and Chen Zhuo both breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for Chen Lian to flatter and please him as usual, and to appease Sect Leader Qu's anger with just a few words. But he suddenly became serious and performed the junior's salute in a proper manner.
He said calmly: "Please make the first move, mother."
Chen Zhuo shouted "Nonsense!" He stopped without moving, and heard Chen Yi whisper: "Your mother knows her limits."
Only then did they realize that Chen Lian had taken those few steps back in order to create distance for the two of them to fight.
Chen Lian finally went down the mountain, walking down the steps one step at a time, without asking Chen Zhuo to support him.
The spring breeze in March was intoxicating, lifting his black hair and sleeves. The boy had an upright figure, and was at the best age.
Facts proved that Chen Yi had overestimated his wife. The furious Qu Zongzhu had no restraint in his attack. The Moon-Grabbing Sword came out of its sheath with the force of wind and thunder. Leaves fell from the forest, hundreds of birds flew away in shock. The violent overflow of his true energy shook the restrictions on the back mountain, causing all the disciples in the sect to shudder for no reason.
Chen Lian held his sword in front of him and retreated again and again, crashing into a large number of huge trees on the back mountain and retreating all the way to the waterfall halfway up the mountain.
If he changed the sword again, he would have fallen into the cold pool under the waterfall, but unfortunately he had already used three moves. Chen Lian used his sword to support himself on the ground and did not fall.
Qu Duiyan sheathed his sword and asked coldly, "This isn't your father's sword technique. Where did you learn it from?"
Chen wiped the blood from his lips and said, "A friend taught me."
Sect Leader Qu was silent for a long time, then waved his hand: "Forget it, everyone has their own destiny, you can go now."
After saying this, he turned around and went up the mountain without even looking at him.
Lian bowed deeply to her back, and almost fell down due to his unstable body. Someone rushed over and hugged him in his arms and fed him a pill.
Seeing his son coming down the mountain, Chen Yi looked at his wife's face and said with a smile: "You don't feel bad after being beaten, but you are still angry?"
Sect Master Qu, who had been indifferent just now, rushed over and shook his shoulders fiercely: "What kind of bastard friends does he know? They are even more ignorant than him! I am so angry that I can't keep my son when he grows up!!! Ahhhhh!!!"
At the same time, Yan Xing, who was drinking wine in Songhexiang, seemed to sense something and was stunned for a moment.
Someone around him asked, "What's wrong?"
Yan Xing touched his nose: "Why do I feel like someone scolded me just now?"
Song Tang said: "Are there not enough people scolding you? I want to scold you every day."
Yan Xing shamelessly approached him and acted like a hooligan: "You can scold me a thousand times, and I will still like to hear it."
Sect Master Song cleared his throat and took two steps back: "A junior is coming today, so you should be more serious."
Yan Xing frowned: "You mean Chen Lian? Do you think he is more serious than me?"
Song Ye thought about it, but didn't know what to say.
Chen Lian is completely different from Chen Zhuo. He has no awareness of being the young master of Xiaojian. On the contrary, because his parents are so famous, he is reluctant to mention his identity when he is away from home, and even made up a few words.
He met Yan Xing by chance when he passed by Panlongling. They happened to encounter bandits who were killing people and robbing people. The two of them simply went up the mountain to kill them all. After the fight, they ran to drink. They were of the same mind, linked arms and called each other brothers.
Yan Xing was in a good mood and praised him: "Your swordsmanship is pretty good."
After all, there are still not many people practicing swords in the cultivation world today. Young geniuses with excellent talents always like to imitate those from Cangya Mountain and Qinglu Sword Sect, wearing white clothes, having a cold face, and wearing a long sword on their waist, thinking it is cool.
Chen Lian also talked about many things that he had never mentioned before that day: "My father taught me. My father is the most powerful person I have ever met." He filled two large bowls of wine, "It's a pity that I don't want to learn his sword..."
Yan Xing chewed peanuts soaked in vinegar and asked: "What do you want to do?"
"I want to learn how to use the Broken Water Sword of Patriarch Yan. Life is short, so of course we should do whatever we want. If I want to learn, I'll learn the most painful sword." Chen Lian saw the strange expression on the other party's face and couldn't help asking, "Why don't you say anything? Do you think I'm crazy?"
"I think it's a coincidence."
Chen Zhuo was surprised and asked: "You also want to worship him as your master?"
Yan Xing slammed his long knife on the table with a "snap" sound: "No, I am."
At this moment, he finally understood why his master did this when he took him in, because it was so cool.
But he is not Wei Jingfeng, and he does not like to pick up people from the mountain: "I am not short of disciples, but I am short of a drinking buddy."
Seeing that the person opposite him was still stunned and speechless, Yan Xing said again: "You just said that your father also uses a knife? Next time, let's make an appointment and drink together to learn from each other."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man recovered from his stunned state and said slowly: "He never drinks alcohol, only tea. By the way, you also know him, my father Chen Yi."
Later, Yan Xing became "the unidentified bastard friend of the youngest son" in the minds of Lianrun and his wife, and Chen Lian's outlook on life was reshaped several times.
The immortal with white hair and cold eyes believed everything his Taoist companion said; the great ruler of Beilu, the emperor, liked to gamble and listen to storytelling; the senior brother of Xihua Peak would go down the mountain on the first and fifteenth day of every month to buy wine and sweet cakes for his master. Oh, by the way, his master was the arrogant and unruly swordsman.
Compared to these, what does it matter if Yan Xing likes to act like a hooligan after drinking?
Not everyone can accept the disillusionment of the statue. Chen Lian could only sigh: "Legends are all lies."
At this time, he rushed to Songhe Pavilion in a dusty state. Yan Xing, who was drinking wine in the pavilion, jumped up and asked, "How did you get into this state?"
Chen Lian exchanged a few greetings with the seated Sect Master Song, then said with a wry smile: "My mother won't let me out."
Yan Xing poured him a glass of wine: "Young man, when I was your age, I was often beaten. There was nothing I could do. The senior brother didn't know how to teach me. I improved after being beaten a few times. But I am rough, and my skin is thick and can't be damaged. How could your mother have the heart to beat someone as delicate as you? Wouldn't your father stop her? Are you his biological child?"
Chen Lian couldn't respond to this at all.
Yan Xing continued: "Why not consider changing your surname? If you think Yan doesn't sound good, Song is also a good surname. Look at Sect Master Song, he is strict and calm, likes to reason the most, and never hits anyone."
Song Tang choked on a mouthful of tea and started coughing. He picked up the scabbard and hit Yan Xing hard.
How could someone kidnap someone else's child and give him their own surname? If his parents knew about this, how would the Lianjian Sect and Qinglu Sword Sect maintain normal diplomatic relations in the future?
Fortunately, Chen Lian was determined: "Thank you, I won't consider it. I like the last name Chen." He then changed the subject, "Where is Shihua?"
Shihua is the name of Liu Qishuang's apprentice.
Yan Xing said: "She was kidnapped by Lao Wu's bird and taken to Beilu to eat the imperial meal. I think she will be here a little late."
Chen Lian thought of the magical red-eyed, blue-winged phoenix and wondered if this strange beast was said to have the mind of a child?
Alas, books are all lies.
It was late at night, the dew was heavy, and the spring breeze was cool. Chen Yi and Chen Zhuo were standing on the corner tower, having a conversation between father and son. The view here was wide, the Lianjian River was bathed in a faint silver glow under the moon, the forest was lush and green, and the hanging springs and waterfalls were glittering.
Both father and son speak very directly, and the father usually speaks first.
"I already know what happened last month."
Chen Zhuo was silent for a while, then bowed slightly: "It was my fault for not handling the situation properly, causing Dad to worry."
Chen Yi patted his son's shoulder and said, "No, you did your best under the circumstances. You don't have to worry about the rumors in the market."
At this time last month, Chen Lian got into some trouble. Although this was commonplace for someone who often got into all kinds of trouble and always managed to solve it, this time was different because it happened to be his brother who encountered it.
Chen Lian once accidentally saved a woman in a border town in Zhonglu and sent her home. Unexpectedly, she turned out to be the daughter of the city lord. She was attracted by his appearance and wanted to marry him. After being rejected, she became angry and ordered him to be killed within five steps. The story of marriage turned directly into a drama of grudges and revenge.
When Chen Lian was blocked in the street by a group of servants, the young lady said a lot of things with a mocking look on her face. He was speechless and even too lazy to exchange mockery with her.
News spread quickly in a small border town. The onlookers looked indignant but no one dared to speak out. They all thought that the stranger was silent at the moment because he was sad and angry or scared.
In fact, Chen Lian was thinking, it turns out that the atmosphere in the southernmost part of Central China is so bad. A noble family affiliated with Lianjian is so arrogant and domineering. Isn't it time to do something about it?
However, before he could draw his sword, the crowd suddenly dispersed, and the thugs who were rushing towards him also stopped. The young lady stared blankly behind him with a pale face.
Chen Lian turned around and looked. At the end of the long street, smoke and dust were rising. A group of purple-robed practitioners walked hurriedly, with an imposing aura like a mountain. They appeared before him in an instant.
Although the leader had the appearance of an ordinary teenager, he had an imposing manner and a calm and indifferent expression. There were more than 20 people following behind him, and they looked very majestic.
Everyone was horrified, and retreated to the side of the road, speculating that this person must be an incredible important figure. Because the city lord, who was usually high and mighty, seemed to have changed into a different person at this moment, nodding and bowing as he followed the young man, as if he was asking for something.
Suddenly the young man stopped and looked over here, his expression changed slightly.
Chen Zhuo obviously didn't expect to meet his brother here. The two brothers looked at each other in bewilderment. It was Chen Lian who reacted first. He jumped behind his brother and acted like a fox borrowing the power of a tiger: "A Guan, you came to save me? That's great!"
He only called Chen Guan "brother" in two situations: one was when he was chased all over the mountain by his mother, and the other was when he was beaten by his mother. A disciple of Jianjian recognized him and almost cried out in surprise, but he stopped him with a "silence" gesture.
Chen Zhuo took a quick look around. With his level of cultivation, he could naturally hear the whispers in the crowd clearly. At this time, he roughly understood something about it.
The young master of Lianjian looked around and asked: "You want to teach him a lesson?"
The city lord was so smart that he hated his silly daughter who had caused trouble. He smiled and said, "It was all a misunderstanding. I didn't know she was your friend."
After saying this, he bowed first, and all the servants followed suit and knelt down, and there was a lot of kneeling in the long street.
Chen Zhuo raised his hand to support him: "Don't be afraid, explain the matter clearly. If it is his fault, I will apologize on his behalf."
The city lord was supported by him, and his true energy was restrained. He could neither bow nor stand up straight. In an instant, sweat poured down like rain and he hurriedly said: "I dare not, I dare not."
Chen Guan changed the subject: "If not, then I will have to seek justice for him."
His tone was calm, and his expression showed no emotion. Because he didn't need any emotions, and justice in Lianjian didn't lie in killing people in the streets. Calmness itself represented a kind of strength and attitude.
Chen Lian was so moved that he wanted to call his brother, but unfortunately his brother did not give him this opportunity.
"You are living like this out there alone?!" Chen Zhuo looked at the man in front of him. He had lost a lot of weight and had changed into coarse linen clothes. He suddenly thought of his brother's miserable life. He said coldly, "Come back with me."
"oh."
This was the first time his brother was so fierce to him, and Chen Lian immediately behaved very well. He took the initiative to pull his brother's sleeve, lowered his head and walked away. A group of Lianjian disciples followed behind them and left in a cloud of dust.
The onlookers were left stunned.
The two men had very different appearances and temperaments. If you didn't look closely, you would never notice the similarities between their eyebrows and eyes. No one would have thought that they were brothers.
There were many people on the street, so rumors were bound to arise. It took only a few days for them to spread throughout the Central Continent. They said that the young man was stunningly beautiful, and even the usually calm Young Master Lianjian lost his composure. Others said that Chen Zhuo was young after all, and no matter how mature he was, he couldn't help but get excited when he saw a beauty in trouble. If a man is not romantic, he is in vain. This is what a young man should be like. As for whether the beauty is a man or a woman, it doesn't matter.
"You have grown up and have your own ideas. I can't figure out what you are thinking..." Like every father who is worried about his son, Chen Yi rubbed his brows, "Why do you think Xiao Lian never walks in the world as the young master of Lianjian?"
"He said he likes freedom and wants to make some real friends."
"So what do you think?"
Chen Zhuo smiled: "Just stand far away and watch. As long as he is happy, that's fine."
"Perhaps this will cause you some trouble."
"I'm his brother. Who else should I trouble if not me?" The young man looked at the endless mountain mist in the vast night sky with a calm gaze. "My mother asked me today if I could protect him for the rest of my life. I was angry and thought, if I can't even protect the people around me, why should I protect Lianjian and Zhonglu?"
After saying that, he smiled and said, "Now that I have calmed down, I understand that a lifetime is too long, and I cannot predict it. But I am his eldest brother, and I will protect him as long as I am here. Let him do what he likes and become the person he wants to be. As long as he does not do evil, no matter how the world views him, I will always stand by his side."
Chen Yi didn't comment, but patted his son's shoulder and said, "You have your own way, I can't control you. Just go ahead and do it, I'll take care of everything."
"Dad, what you said is so impressive. When will I be as confident as you?"
"How old are you? Besides, I wasn't the first one to say this."
"Who is that?"
"The master of the Moon-Grabbing Sword is Lianjian Yasheng. He is also your mother's father and my master."
Chen Yi's thoughts went back to the distant past, and he remembered the wise and gentle middle-aged man: At that time, I had just entered Taoism, and I thought that people as powerful as Master should be like the sun, moon, and stars, never falling. However, things are unpredictable, and fate changes overnight. When he was assassinated, your mother was only eighteen years old. "
"If one day your mother and I are gone, you and your brother will have to rely on each other and live your whole life together."
Chen Zhuo had never heard his father mention this past event. He was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he felt that this topic was too heavy. He wanted to say something, but his father waved his hand: "Go back and rest. Don't be too tired."
Chen Yi was still immersed in his own memories. It was also spring when he became a disciple. He could not remember what complicated ceremonies he had gone through or which senior elders he had met. He only remembered that he followed his master Qu Jiang, walking through the flowers and willows, towards the back mountain.
Suddenly the master stopped and waved to a willow tree beside the road, and a little girl jumped down from the tree.
The master smiled and ruffled the little girl's hair, then turned around and said to him: "This is my only daughter, named Dui Yan. She is your senior sister, but she is not as old as you, nor as calm and diligent as you. I will need your help in the future."
Chen Yi stepped forward and greeted: "Hello, Senior Sister."
Qu Duiyan, who was hiding in the tree, was caught. Maybe he remembered their first meeting in school, but he turned his head away and refused to look at him.
At that time, her beautiful face had not yet fully blossomed, and her eyes were full of innocence and ignorance of the world.
He thought to himself, this is my junior sister, I must protect her and make her worry-free for the rest of her life.
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