It was a man in the middle wearing dark gold armor.
The sword girl raised her head, covered her lips with her hands, and looked at the man who was half kneeling on the ground. Her little head was shaking wildly like a rattle. She was at a loss for a moment, not knowing how to respond to the man in front of her.
The man looked at her and smiled gently, then stood up and said:
"Your Highness, come with me."
The sword girl bit her thin lips and subconsciously took a step back. Then she felt that her action was a bit impolite, so she couldn't help but lower her head slightly and lowered her eyelashes to avoid the middle-aged man's gaze.
Then he raised his head, gave him a smile, and gestured:
"But, I still have something very important to do, senior sister and the others..."
The middle-aged man looked at her very casually, as if he knew what she was thinking, and said:
"Your Highness, your senior sisters will be fine."
"Just now, A saw your uncle running in that direction."
"..."
Sword Girl looked at him carefully, and after confirming again and again that he was not lying to her, she hesitated and followed him.
Maybe you don’t understand that rejection is already engraved in your bones.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on a vast white marble square and majestic palaces, a dazzling golden red, brilliant and dignified.
The unattainable and numerous palaces make people feel as if they are walking under the eyes of the sky. They can't help but feel shocked. Even the Sword Lady who has lived in the Sword Sect for a long time still feels this way.
Jiayi led Sword Girl to a courtyard and walked into an elegant Zen room. There was a sandalwood table surrounded by several embroidered piers. A maid was playing with tea ceremony skills beside the table.
People are dazzled by what they see.
The middle-aged man whom the swordswoman had met in Wucheng was sitting there, smiling at her.
A nodded to the middle-aged man and stepped back. Only a maid and the middle-aged man were left in the room.
The sword girl looked at the middle-aged man, obviously a little restrained. It seemed that she could see her nervousness. The middle-aged man said with a smile:
"Child, we meet again."
"Come and sit."
With the support of the maid, Sword Girl slowly sat down opposite the middle-aged man. She looked at the tea that had been brewed in front of her, looked at him carefully, and gestured:
"Mr. Nanhuang?"
Nan Huang nodded, waved his hand, and the maid walked out of the room, leaving only two people in the room.
"My child, I have suffered so much for you for so many years."
Nanhuang tried his best to make his smile look honest, with a kind smile on his lips, and stretched out his hand to touch Sword Girl's head.
Sword Girl avoided him without leaving a trace, her eyes flashed with luster, and she lowered her head and looked at the cup on the table:
"I don't know you, and I'm not familiar with you..."
Nanhuang retracted his hand, his eyes flashed with luster, then he stood up and put his hands behind his back, looking at the red sun in the sky outside the pavilion window.
The afterglow of the setting sun hit his back, giving people a feeling of loneliness. His face was as calm as water, but there was a heart-stopping sadness in his eyes. He sighed:
"You must be resenting me in your heart. Why didn't you look for you all these years? Why did you abandon you back then? Your mother who abandoned you."
"It's just that it does involve a lot. Even now, I still hope that you are just an ordinary girl, walking through these hundreds of years like a mortal. Maybe it is a better choice for you."
The sword girl lowered her head and her body trembled slightly.
Nanhuang turned around, looked at her, hesitated for a long time, and finally said:
"Child, you should know what's special about you by now."
"That's what I tried my best to hide back then..."
"Mantra and destiny."
As if she had received his approval, Sword Girl's heartbeat seemed to jump out of her chest. She tried her best to calm herself down, looked at Nanhuang cautiously, and touched the tea cup with her little hand.
"Your fate has also been sealed by me."
"And everything I do is for you, my child..."
The sword girl didn't understand. She bit her thin lips tightly, her chest filled with countless grievances that she wanted to pour out at this moment.
Her face turned red and she wanted to say something, but all she could do was cough.
"Why?"
She shook her head, her cheeks were a little moist, and although she didn't choke, the tears could not stop flowing.
Then he seemed to feel that this was not good, so he sniffed hard, stopped his tears, and wiped his face randomly to make his smile look particularly beautiful:
"Sir, do you just want to talk to Sword Girl about this?"
"Sword Girl is going back."
"The senior sisters are still waiting for Sword Girl. If Sword Girl disappears, they will definitely be anxious."
She wanted her words to sound stronger and more careless, but in Nanhuang's ears, they seemed to be mixed with endless complaints.
As he spoke, he had already stood up. As soon as he started to move, his feet felt really weak.
When Nanhuang saw this scene, he stepped forward to help her, but Sword Lady pushed him away.
Only she knew clearly in her heart how many thoughts were in her heart when she saw this so-called biological father again, and how could she one day be called the so-called 'His Royal Highness'?
"Sword Girl already has a master."
"Thank you very much, sir, for coming to summon Sword Girl..."
Seeing Sword Lady's rejection of his action, Nanhuang opened his mouth, his expression changed, then he took a deep breath, regained his composure and said:
"Do you really think that your so-called master just accepts you as his disciple?"
"Without any favoritism, I treat you wholeheartedly?"
As soon as the words fell, Sword Lady's body trembled for a moment, then she raised her head and looked at Nanhuang, her face turned red, and she gestured anxiously, trying to refute his words:
"Master is very kind to Sword Girl!"
"He once said when he was in the Sword Sect that the handyman disciples are also Sword Sect disciples. In his eyes, everyone is treated equally."
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"Sword Girl... Master likes the sword girl very much."
"..."
Looking at her appearance, Nanhuang's eyes flashed with depth. He turned his back to her and said quietly:
"You said your master likes you."
"Then, what is it about you that deserves his liking?"
"Like your looks? As far as I know, your two senior sisters are both good-looking, right? So what does he like about you?"
"Like your character?"
Having said this, Nanhuang turned around and looked at the sword girl who had gradually fallen into a daze. He stared at her pupils and replied with a voice in her ear:
"Although I have never been by your side in so many years, I can still feel your character."
"To put it nicely, you can use the word weak to describe it, to put it harshly."
Having said this, Nanhuang paused for a moment, and then said in a heavy voice:
"cowardly."
The sword girl was obviously in a panic, searching hard for the answer in her mind. She raised her head and met the man's dark pupils.
"Your master once said something when he ascended the Immortal Platform."
"At that time, you will challenge any disciple of Wuhua Que. So, can you do it?"
The sword girl's eyes gradually lost focus, the luster faded little by little, and the pupils became darker and duller. She lowered her head and shook her head.
"Then do you think he will be disappointed?"
"Everyone in the world is looking at him, but as his disciple, you have failed him. Even half a year has passed and your cultivation has not yet set foot on the foundation."
"If it weren't for the fact that you are his disciple, would you be qualified to participate in the Dunxian Sect this time?"
The sword girl shook her head.
It’s just that her eyes are lonely and lacking, her little hands are tightly holding the hem of her skirt,
With her lips pursed, her dark silhouette was cut out by the setting sun and gilded with a layer of light by the sunset.
Nanhuang looked at the woman in front of him, walked to her side, sighed, patted her shoulder, and said softly:
"Child, think about it carefully, doesn't your master know this?"
"Don't he know you simply can't do it?"
"In other words, why would he speak so loudly? And why?"
"As for what you said about treating you and the two senior sisters equally, as far as I know, he gave each of your two senior sisters a first-grade good fortune pill. Did he give it to you?"
The sword girl shook her head.
The lusterless pupils were wrapped in circles of tears.
"Then, there are only two possibilities."
"He knew about your physique from the beginning, so he dared to boast about it. It was precisely because of your special physique that he accepted you as his disciple."
"But he knew your physique clearly, yet he kept silent to you. Instead, he said that the handyman disciple is also a disciple of the Sword Sect..."
Nanhuang knelt down, looked up at her cheek, and said softly:
"hypocritical."
After these two words fell.
Jian Niang felt that her worldview had collapsed in an instant, and the majestic image of the master in her mind seemed to be gradually falling apart, becoming more and more distant.
But she pursed her lips tightly, trying her best to deny everything about the person in front of her, and made a final struggle:
"no!"
"Master, you didn't say that. Master is very gentle... He can accompany Sword Girl shopping."
"He can chase shadows with Sword Girl and buy delicious candied haws for Sword Girl..."
"Master, this is not what you said, Master is not."
"..."
In the end, her waving hands gradually became weak, and her movements became slower and slower. In the end, she had no strength left in her body to support her standing position, and she sat down on the ground, covering her cheeks with her hands, tears flowing uncontrollably.
With.
"Then can you refute what I said?"
Nanhuang looked at Sword Lady calmly and said quietly:
"In fact, when I opened my mouth, your heart had already made a choice."
"All this has already existed in your heart, I just said it for you..."
"He has never cared about you. He only accepted you as his disciple to better establish his hypocritical image."
"Actually, this world is very realistic. In the final analysis, it is just a world for the strong. The same goes for your two senior sisters. Do they really sincerely protect you?"
"To put it bluntly, I just want to maintain my own vanity. Protecting the weak and gaining the worship of the weak will give me a huge sense of superiority."
After saying these words, Sword Lady felt as if a huge boulder had been pressed down on her chest instantly. She raised her head and looked at him, her eyes darkened without any light.
Nanhuang sighed, then sat next to her, looking at the sunset outside the window.
The sunset gradually sets, and the quiet moon becomes more and more obvious.
"Child, this sentence is cruel at first, but it is also very realistic."
"No one in the world can look down on the weak. They may be tolerant on the surface, but they must be disgusted in their hearts."
"You can pretend to be gentle..."
"You are too weak, your character is cowardly, and you are useless. How can they think highly of you like this?"
Sword Lady's whole body was trembling more and more, looking helplessly at Nanhuang.
Finally, her eyelashes trembled and she gestured softly:
"Then...there is no one in the world who can reveal his true feelings and be honest..."
Nanhuang picked up the hot tea on the low table and handed it to her hand.
The coldness of the fingertips conveys a faint warmth after touching the cup wall.
"some."
"People who are as good as you are sympathetic to each other."
"..."
The glimmer of hope that the sword girl had raised was instantly shattered.
She agreed with Nanhuang's words. At least in the Sword Sect's Sword Washing Pool, those who cared about her the most were always the handyman disciples with the same status as herself.
"Children, there is actually a kind of person that they will never dislike."
Sword Girl came back to her senses and looked at him:
"who is it?"
Nanhuang smiled at her and said:
"Your dearest relative."
After finishing her words, Sword Girl's body trembled suddenly and she raised her head to look at him.
"my child."
"As a father, I will never abandon you."
"Even if you are so useless."
...
Luobao Avenue.
The sun gradually sets.
A group of Sword Sect disciples were silently cleaning everything on the ground. Su Bei looked at the scene in front of him and Tongdan Wuque said:
"Today, I won't go to Jian Zong's headquarters."
"Let's go tomorrow. Now that we've come to Nandu, we should meet Mr. Confucian sage..."
Shan Wuque nodded obediently, and then wanted to invite Xiao Ruoqing and Mo Li to return to the Sword Sect's headquarters.
Su Bei pulled the two of them to his side and said with a smile:
"They are going to meet the fourth junior sister who has just entered the school tonight."
"Just stay with senior brother."
Shan Wuque blinked his eyes, looked at him, his stupid hair swayed slightly, and said:
"Senior brother, have you really accepted Li Zijun as your direct disciple?"
"That is the daughter of the Confucian sage."
After Shan Wuque finished speaking, Xiao Ruoqing and Mo Li looked at each other.
My heart sank.
Li Zijun?
It seems that in this life, we will finally get together again.
Su Bei touched Xiao Ruoqing's little head and said with a smile:
"Yes, Qing'er, Xiaoli, where did Sword Girl go?"
"Why don't you see her?"
After the words fell, the two women were stunned for a moment, and then looked around.