Time seemed to have stopped, the space was frozen, and the floating snowflakes were strangely still in mid-air.
Jing Jing looked at the beautiful figure in front of her in disbelief. It gave her an extremely familiar feeling.
Feeling Ye Chen's gaze, Jing Jing's face showed a hint of crimson. Holding his sword, he walked up to Ye Chen and said respectfully: "I've met the Peak Master!"
Ye Chen's eyes still fell on Jing Jing's purple wrist, with a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.
The right hand was slightly raised, and its true energy was beating on Ye Chen's fingertips.
Ye Chen smiled faintly and didn't say anything. His true energy floated out like the drifting snowflakes, and finally landed on An Jing's right wrist.
A warm feeling swept over him, Jing Jing felt refreshed, and his originally purple wrist gradually improved.
The heat flowed through Anjing's body, and the places where Anjing felt uncomfortable in the past suddenly disappeared.
An intoxicated expression appeared on Jing Jing's face, but when he thought of the Peak Master in front of him, Jing Jing's face turned red again and he lightly stuck out his tongue.
"What's your name!" Seeing Jing Jing's shy expression, Ye Chen smiled gently.
"My name is Jing Jing!" Jing Jing said with a blushing face, "Mother and the others call me Jing Jing!"
Mentioning her mother, a hint of sadness appeared on An Jing's face, and the innocence in her eyes was replaced by deep sadness.
This sadness is like the ocean, this sadness that does not belong to a child.
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the sky and murmured softly: "Where is your mother?" Hearing this, Jing Jing was startled. He also raised his head, looked at the setting sun in the west, and said in a choked voice: "They are gone.
Far away!"
After saying that, Jing Jing pointed to the blue sky above her head.
Ye Chen knew that Luoxia Peak had lost hundreds of disciples during this Sword God battle. Not only that, hundreds of children had also lost their parents.
With a slight sigh, Ye Chen patted Quiet's little head with his right hand and said with a gentle smile: "Do you like swords?"
Ye Chen's gentle smile seemed to dispel the sadness in An Jing's eyes. When Ye Chen patted An Jing's eyes, An Jing's face immediately turned red with embarrassment, and he shyly said, "I don't like it!" Hearing this, Ye Chen was startled. He originally thought An Jing was that kind of person.
I practice swordsmanship diligently because I love swords.
"That day, there were pools of blood all over the ground, and there were a lot of sword lights. My father and mother just disappeared in the sword lights and never came back!" Jing Jing clenched her fists and said firmly: "Jing Jing doesn't want to see more and more sword lights.
Many people disappeared in the sword light, so Anjing wanted to practice swordsmanship!" After saying that, Anjing seemed to remember something, and suddenly ran forward with a loud sound, his small figure looking so thin in the cold wind.
Turning around, Ye Chen calmly looked at this thin figure in the wind, with the ponytail blowing in the wind.
The ponytail fluttering in the cold wind swept the surrounding snowflakes. Anjing suddenly turned around, smiled sheepishly at Ye Chen and said, "Peak Master, I'm going back to help grandpa cook!" After saying that, Anjing stood up.
He lightly stuck out his tongue and tied the heavy long sword behind his back. Ye Chen didn't know how that small figure could carry the heavy stone sword on his back.
Hearing this, Ye Chen still smiled gently and said, "Yeah! Be careful, don't fall!"
Hearing this, Jing Jing also smiled and ran a few steps, stopped again, turned around and asked Ye Chen: "Peak Master, do you like swords?"
After saying that, Anjing disappeared into the wind and snow before Ye Chen could reply, gradually going further and further away.
"Do I like swords?" Ye Chen murmured softly, as if Jing Jing's gentle voice was still ringing in his ears.
Taking a few steps forward, Ye Chen stood on the cliff, with the rolling clouds and mist beneath his feet. The afterglow projected from the sky not only dyed the clouds red, but also dyed the clouds and mist under his feet red.
As the moon sets in the west, Ye Chen's figure looks a bit lonely.
"I didn't like it before, but now I'm obsessed with the feeling of holding a sword, old man, right?" Ye Chen turned his face slightly and said to the long sword behind him.
Ding! The Qilin Sword shook slightly and made a crisp sword roar, as if it was extremely cheerful.
Holding the Qilin Sword, Ye Chen casually swung the sword forward several times. The sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and the force shattered the surrounding snowflakes, and the snowflakes poured in all directions.
The sword chant resounded, Ye Chen sheathed the sword, put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes tightly, and his spiritual power swept out, covering the entire Luoxia Peak.
Under Ye Chen's powerful spiritual power, clear pictures emerged in Ye Chen's mind.
There was snow falling from the nose, and the child was struggling to wave the sword in his hand, one after another.
In the battle of the Sword God, it was not just Anjing who lost her parents, but other children as well.
Suddenly, several blasts of wind sounded behind Ye Chen. His eyes turned slightly, and Ye Chen knew who was coming without even turning his head.
The figures of Boya and Ziqi emerged from behind Ye Chen. They stood behind Ye Chen, bowed slightly to Ye Chen and said, "I have met the peak master!" Both of them had the same cultivation level.
Extremely powerful, Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, smiled faintly, and said: "Senior Boya, do you know there is a girl named Jingjing on the peak?" "Jingjing?" His brows were slightly furrowed, and Boya looked thoughtful for a moment.
A playful face appeared involuntarily, and he nodded slightly: "Yes!"
"What happened to her parents?" Ye Chen took back the sword and tied the Qilin Sword directly behind his back.
Although Ye Chen didn't know why Ye Chen asked Jing Jing, Boya still answered truthfully: "Jing Jing's father Ande is Ziqi's disciple, and Jing Jing's mother is a disciple of Xiyue Peak. Marriage is not static in the sect, so
, most of the female disciples in Xiyue Peak are married to male disciples from other peaks. Such unions are quite common in the sect. In addition to his parents, Jing Jing also has a grandfather, but he went out for execution decades ago.
At any time, her grandfather was seriously injured and is still paralyzed in bed. A few days ago, Huang Lingtian led his troops to attack Luoxia Peak, and Anjing's parents were tragically killed by the sword of the man in black. Now, Anjing and her grandfather live in
Together, usually, her grandfather’s life is taken care of by An Jing!”
Having said this, Boya couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He had met this well-behaved girl several times.
After a pause, Ziya continued: "We warriors do not have very high requirements for food, so we are responsible for all the food on the peak!"
Hearing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but see the anxious expression of An Anhui leaving in front of his eyes. Could it be that she just wanted to go back to take care of her grandfather.
"Peak Master, why did you suddenly mention Jing Jing?" Boya said slightly surprised. According to what he thought, how could a cultivator like Ye Chen notice Jing Jing.
Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled warmly and didn't say anything. His eyes were still closed, and clear pictures emerged in his mind.
In this battle of sword gods, some lost their parents, some lost their wives, some lost their husbands, and some lost their children. However, the greatest harm was to those children who lost their parents.
"How many children lost their parents in this Sword God battle!" Ye Chen asked a rather solemn question.
Hearing this, Boya pondered for a moment and said: "Thirty-six!"
"Thirty-six?" Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, with a trace of solemnity in them.
Although they didn't know what Ye Chen was thinking, Boya and Ziqi didn't bother them, but stood aside quietly. White snow was flying, and the falling snow huā dyed their long hair white.
Because I've experienced it before, I know what it feels like.
When Ye Chen lost his parents, he experienced the heartbreaking pain, the helpless despair as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.
Raising his head, Ye Chen's long snow-covered hair was fluttering in the wind, and his martial robe made a hunting sound.
"They are our future, the future of Luoxia Peak!" Ye Chen suddenly said: "Every child should be loved, they are our future, the best future!" "The best future!"
Yahe Ziqi repeated Ye Chen's words.
"I'm very happy that this sudden disaster did not destroy their confidence!" Ye Chen chuckled: "You said the future of Luoxia Peak is not in the hands of these children?"
Hearing this, both Boya and Ziqi had a strange feeling. The peak master was only a boy, but he kept saying that those boys were children.