In the dead of night, a cold moon hangs high in the sky, spreading its faint glow to the earth.
The gentle night wind blew through the roof, causing the copper bells hanging under the eaves to ring loudly. Qin Yun leaned quietly on the tiles, looking up at the vast night sky.
After the four of them checked into the inn in the small town, Qin Yun rested for a while in his room. He originally planned to practice the Nine Yang Magic Technique to spend the long night, but for some reason, his mind could not be calm. He simply gave up after several failed attempts to enter samadhi.
Practice on the roof.
He took out a small wine bottle from the Qiankun Space, unscrewed the lid and took a few sips. His somewhat depressed mood gradually became much calmer.
But his mind was still restless, thinking of the Qianchao Qin family, Qin Mingzhu who was thousands of miles away, his deceased grandfather Qin Yang, and even his mother who was imprisoned in the palace.
Perhaps because he was about to go to Yanjing, and even more because he might have the opportunity to see his mother, Qin Yun's thoughts became much more complicated, and various thoughts kept wandering in his mind.
Until there was a slight abnormal sound coming from the side.
Qin Yun was startled, and immediately stood up and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a white figure skittering up to the roof lightly, her plain skirt fluttering like a ghost, the moonlight shone on her face, glowing like jade, it was none other than Fang Ruobing!
Fang Ruobing obviously didn't expect that Qin Yun was also on the roof, and her pretty face suddenly turned red.
But she immediately regained her composure, silently sat down next to Qin Yun, and asked softly: "Senior Brother Qin Yun, why are you here?"
Although her voice was extremely calm and composed, Qin Yun still saw a hint of embarrassment in her eyes and couldn't help but smile: "I'm waiting for you."
This joke was somewhat frivolous, but considering their identities, it was nothing at all. Two red clouds suddenly flew up on Fang Ruobing's pretty face, and she said angrily: "Senior brother!"
She would not have imagined how much impact she would have on Qin Yun with her childish demeanor at this moment!
If we look purely at appearance, although Fang Ruobing is also stunning, she may be a little inferior to Fang Ziling. In addition, Fang Ruobing has a very cold temperament and does not pretend to be sexy to anyone, giving people the impression that it is difficult to get close to her.
But precisely because of this, she has a unique temperament that no one else has.
But at this moment, her coquettishness and shyness completely broke her previous image, as if an unattainable fairy from the sky had descended into the world, adding countless vitality and charm.
Even though Qin Yun was used to seeing stunning beauties, he couldn't help but feel temporarily absent-minded.
Fortunately, his mind was extremely strong and he immediately woke up and said apologetically: "I'm sorry!"
Fang Ruobing bit her lip and said, "It doesn't matter,"
The two of them suddenly felt very awkward and seemed to have nothing to say to each other.
Qin Yun rubbed his nose and handed over the wine bottle in his hand: "It's a cold night, do you want to drink some?"
As soon as he said these words, Qin Yun really wanted to take them back immediately. Could it be that there was something wrong with his sanity?
Fang Ruobing was stunned for a moment, but she didn't refuse. Instead, she hesitated and took the bottle, put it to her lips and took a sip.
After drinking the wine, the red clouds that had just disappeared on her pretty face like jade appeared again, and even her cold eyes were covered with layers of light mist, making her more and more beautiful.
’ ‘The wine is very good, thank you,’ she put the wine bottle beside her, not daring to look at Qin Yun again: ‘I’m leaving first.’
Suddenly, the beauty disappeared, leaving only a small wine pot on the dark green roof tiles.
Qin Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head, then reached for the wine bottle and took a sip.
However, there seemed to be a faint fragrance in the aroma of wine. I don't know if it was his imagination.
The long night passed quietly, and in the early morning of the next day, four people and four horses set off again.
Riding lightly and quickly all the way east, after four days and five nights of long journey, Qin Yun and others finally arrived at Qianchao City.
Seeing the familiar city again, even Fang Ruobing was a little excited. She and Fang Ziling had studied in the Sword Sect for two years, and this was the first time they went home to visit relatives.
However, it was time for the four of them to part ways.
Qin Yun clasped his fists and said, "Senior brother Feicheng, two junior sisters, I'll take my leave now, and I'll meet you at my house in two days!',
Fang Feicheng returned the gift with a smile: "Junior brother Qin Yun, then I'll wait for you at home!',
He had originally intended to make friends with Qin Yun, and after traveling together along the way, they became more familiar with each other.
Qin Yun nodded, his eyes passing over Fang Ruobing's face, and then he whipped his horse forward and soon disappeared on the bustling long street.
Fang Feicheng watched him go away, turned to Fang Ruobing and Fang Ziling and said, "Let's go!"
Although it had been a long time since he left Qianchao, Qin Yun had not forgotten the way back to the Qin clan's clan. After riding a horse and walking slowly for almost half an hour, he saw the familiar red lacquer gate of the clan's clan again.
In fact, strictly speaking, Qin Yun didn't have many friends or amiable people in the Qin clan's clan, but he had many enemies and rivals. However, this was his birthplace after all. If there was no clan, he probably wouldn't be able to enter Tiancheng at all.
Jian Zong.
However, Qin Yun did not enter the clan mansion directly, but instead headed to the Muyang Taoist main hall.
Returning to the Foreign Affairs Hall again, Qin Yun felt as if he had lived in another world. The plants and trees here seemed to have not changed much, but he did not recognize any of the Qin family's children coming and going.
Many young descendants of the Qin family passed by Qin Yun and cast curious glances, thinking that Qin Yun was a newcomer who had just joined the main hall. Some even kindly stepped forward to give him advice.
Thinking that he was similar to them back then, Qin Yun was filled with emotion.
Relying on his identity plate as a descendant of the Qin family, he successfully arrived at the library on the third floor of the Zhaixing Building.
There were seven or eight disciples in the library who were borrowing exercises. The library steward was sitting behind the desk in charge of registration. Qin Yun walked over and was about to ask if Sun Jutang was there. A disciple in green shirt standing in front immediately stared and said: "
Are you new here? Do you understand the rules? Hurry up and line up behind me, or else I'll beat you up!',
This disciple is tall and arrogant, with at least the seventh level of Qi Refining. His strength and cultivation are undoubtedly the highest among all the people, but Qin Yun's background is not clear at all.
Qin Yun has been traveling all the way, is dressed very ordinary, and has the breath-condensing technique to cover up his cultivation level. It is normal for him to be mistaken for an ordinary disciple of the lower branch of the Qin family.
Qin Yun was not angry at the arrogant scolding of the young man in green shirt. Just like an elephant would not care about the provocation of an ant, how could he care about him?
Therefore, Qin Yun did not have an attack and nodded and took a few steps back.
The disciple in green shirt thought that his strength and momentum had shocked Qin Yun, and he became more and more proud and arrogant. He smiled at the disciples behind him and said: "Our Foreign Affairs Hall has the rules of the Foreign Affairs Hall. You newcomers must follow the rules of the Foreign Affairs Hall.
Know the rules and respect your elders, you can never be like this person''
He suddenly regarded himself as an elder in the clan, but before he finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly came from beside him: "Ignorant junior! Do you know who he is? He can crush you to death with one finger.
!,'
Being slapped in the face in public, the young man in green's thick black face suddenly turned purple. Just when he was furious and tried to refute, he saw the white-haired Sun Tangjiao walking out of the library on crutches.
The boy in green shirt suddenly took a breath of cold air and hurriedly lowered his head, not even daring to breathe out.
Anyone who is not a new disciple of the Foreign Affairs Hall knows who Sun Tangjiao is. Given his strength and status, even if the former slaps him in the face, he can only accept it obediently.
Sun Jiwu ignored him at all, and looked at Qin Yun with a faint smile: "Qin Yun, when did you come back from Tiancheng Sword Sect? I heard that you were not going to Yanjing to accept the imperial court's reward?'
,
Tiancheng Sword Sect! Awarded by the imperial court!
Several of the disciples present were dumbfounded, especially the disciple in green shirt who yelled at Qin Li. He almost choked himself to death with beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead.
It’s not that he is timid, but that none of the Qin family’s disciples who can join the Tiancheng Sword Sect is an ordinary person. After returning from Yicheng, he can casually assume the current deacon position in front of the clan or Muyang Daoli. Someone like him
How could an ordinary disciple offend him?
And listening to Sun Mantang's tone, Qin Yun is not just an ordinary Jianzong disciple, but someone who has been awarded by the imperial court!
Thinking of the possible serious consequences, the young man in green shirt was so frightened that he trembled and bowed to Qin Yun and said, "Senior brother, please forgive me for my ignorance and offense...',
Before Qin Yun could answer, Sun Jiaoquan paused her cane in displeasure and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense and get out of here. I'm annoyed when I see you incompetent guys!"
The youth in green shirts immediately felt as if they had received an amnesty, and hurriedly left together with the other disciples. Even the library manager in charge of registration wisely put away his pen, ink, paper and inkstone and followed him away.
After everyone left, Qin Yun knelt down on one knee and saluted Sun Yuanjiao: "Greetings to grandma, I just came back from the Tiancheng Sword Sect. I wonder if everything is okay with grandma?"
Among the Qianchao Qin clan, the two elders that Qin Yun respected the most were the ancestor who taught him the Nine Yang Mysterious Kung Fu, and the other was Sun Jiaotang in front of him.
Sun Tangtang stretched out his hand to help him up, with uncontrollable joy on his old face: "You have really grown up and matured. I heard that you have been promoted to the innate realm, and you have made your own name in the Sword Sect. It is worthy of my ancestor's support back then."
Your hard work!',
Qin Yun said modestly: "This junior is just lucky, grandma praised me!"
Sun Jijiao pulled him to sit on the chair next to her and sighed: "Not only are you lucky, how could you have made great contributions in the Battle of Lingyang and been rewarded by the head of the Sword Sect and Emperor Longwu just by virtue of luck? But?
Those old guys in the Tan clan are all short-sighted, and they even concealed the news. They don't want you, a disciple of the side branch, Guangzong Yaozu, really,
