Broken Night

Chapter Four Hundred and Seventy Six—The Boy

For this little master, Chu Hengshan didn't even have the awkwardness of Qiao Zhi at the beginning, and he was extremely obedient.

Before discussing Taoism in Caolu, the two discussed and communicated with each other more.

But now Xu Yan taught in the way of preaching, but Chu Hengshan felt more and more unfathomable Xu Yan.

Obviously very young, but in the forging process, it is bottomless. He often just says a few words, but he solves Chu Hengshan's various thoughts one by one, and his casualness has completely convinced Chu Hengshan. !

Xu Yan has already taught everything that should be taught.

Facing Chu Hengshan, he only needed to give an outline.

Master leads the door, and the practice is up to the individual.

Not to mention Xu Yan, even Chu Hengshan can't teach his disciples to study, he himself needs to spend most of his time on his own research, how can he spend all his energy on his disciples? body?

Wherever he can go in the future, and whether he can break through, depends on Chu Hengshan himself.

But at nightfall, after Chu Hengshan said goodbye, the atmosphere of the lakeside hut was a little solemn.

On the dining table in the main hall, Xu Yan and Jin Qianji looked at each other with a frown, and looked at the food in front of them with desperate eyes.

The fragrant rice and tea in the past disappeared, replaced by gloomy food that exuded a strong smell of death.

The fish in front of them didn't know whether they were cooked or not. The pair of fish eyes that were inversely white seemed to make them feel chilled. There is a single knife mark on it, as if the chef is venting something.

Not to mention the green vegetable with worms wriggling.

Bah!

Another dish was "smashed" on the dining table.

This time it was good, but it was a plate of meat that was obviously raw!

Xu Yan frowned deeply, as if facing a more terrifying existence than the ancient dragon in the picture scroll, he looked at Jin Qianji with deep meaning in his eyes.

Jin Qianji raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"Go and talk to her."

"Of course it's you."

The two didn't say anything, but the meaning between their eyes was that they understood.

Xu Yan coughed twice, "I'll explain my heart..."

"What's wrong!" Lan Mingxin cried out, but wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. She only felt aggrieved, Xu Yan was her god, to be honest, Xu Yan's existence was even more intimate than Lan Zhen. Perhaps it was when she needed her friend the most that Xu Yan appeared.

When his mother died, Xu Yan was also entrusted to him.

And when he separated from Xu Yan, Lan Mingxin felt sad and lonely for a while. It was at that time that Jin Qianji appeared. Jin Qianji's gentle personality, like a big brother's doting on Lan Mingxin, made her spend the year without Xu Yan.

So when Jin Qianji and Xu Yan appeared in Lan Mingxin's life at the same time, she felt extremely exciting and happy.

But now, the two are going to disappear again.

Every time I see Lan Mingxin crying sadly these few days, even Jin Xing is heartbroken.

But he didn't hide Lan Mingxin either. After entering the Yunfu, the Yunfu disciples rarely appeared in front of people. A separation represents a separation of several years, or even decades.

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"Ahem..." Hearing Lan Mingxin's sad voice, Xu Yan was also a little embarrassed: "I said, Mingxin, do you want to be our boy?"

"Ah? What kind of boy?" Lan Ming was stunned for a moment, but he didn't care about the tears in the corners of his eyes.

But Jin Xing, who had been standing in the corner, suddenly said, "No!"

"How can your Highness be a boy with a daughter of gold?"

Lan Mingxin said anxiously, "Uncle Jin, don't talk yet?" Then he looked back at Xu Yan: "What boy?"

Jin Qianji smiled and said, "Among the seven apprentices of Yunfu, each of them is qualified to receive a boy. After all, every gentleman is a genius in the world, and it is impossible to waste time and scheming on trivial matters, so boy The identity came into being.”

"As a boy of the seven disciples of the Yunfu, you can enter the life of the Yunfu. Although it sounds like a servant, this is the only way to bring you in."

Jin Xing was furious: "Absurd! Absurd!"

"Her Royal Highness Princess..."

"I'm going!"

Lan Mingxin has wiped away the tears from his eyes, and said firmly: "Uncle Jin, I'm going. Take me back to the palace, I want to see my father."

Jin Xing looked at Lan Mingxin in shock. Lan Mingxin, who was gentle and innocent, decided to do something so resolutely and decisively made him uncomfortable. There seems to be a double image in front of him...

Even though she knew that she was a saint today, she still communicated like a moth to a flame...

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That night, in the Hall of Pure Yang.

Lan Zhen was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a golden dragon-patterned nightgown, apparently ready to go to bed. But at this moment, his mood was different. Those eyebrows changed color like the wind and clouds, and the thunder made a big splash. Beside him, Jin Xing stood with his hands down. Chunyang Hall has not been here for a long time since Jin Xing chose to follow Lan Mingxin.

If it wasn't for what happened to Lan Mingxin today, maybe he wouldn't come.

"What a Xu Yan, who dares to kidnap our princess..." Lan Zhen said in a deep voice, his tone was more of deep helplessness.

And Eunuch Liu, who was outside, was even more frightened.

Because Princess Mingxin has been kneeling outside Chunyang Palace for two hours.

"Jin Xing, what do you think?"

This sentence made Jin Xing a little dazed.

Because of this sentence, he heard it from a young age. The two grew up together, and Lan Zhen often asked Jin Xing's opinion on everything. It's just that he never imagined that there would be a chance to hear this sentence again. He was silent for a moment, then said, "Princess Mingxin's temperament... is very similar to her."

He didn't say anything, but Lan Zhen quickly understood what he meant.

Because Xue Ting has a strong and firm temperament, she identified Lan Zhen back then. Even if she knew her identities were different, she was still with Lan Zhen. And when Lan Zhen married Li Feiyan, the most beautiful woman in the south, Xue Ting disappeared like that, even though she was pregnant with a dragon.

No matter how hard it was, she would take care of the children by herself.

If she can't be his only one, she would rather not.

A mother with such a strong personality, a child who kneeled for two hours outside the hall, who can say that they are not similar?

"That's enough." Lan Zhen let out a long sigh as if he was discouraged: "Although he is a boy, who in the world can say anything about the identity of a boy in Yunfu?"

What he said was the truth.

Although it is a boy's name, in the final analysis, it is still a chance to enter the Yunfu!

Every generation of Yunfu disciples has the opportunity to choose a boy. But more, are not needed. Among the seven disciples of the contemporary Yunfu, only the second master Yan Wuzhao and the first master Song Zhixuan each have a boy, and the other three did not choose a boy.

There aren't many reasons, it's just that they don't think it's necessary.

This is the choice of the seven disciples of Yunfu.

Like Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, if it weren't for the special relationship between Lan Mingxin and the two of them, they would not need someone to serve and take care of them.

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The next day, the midsummer sun shines down.

The shore of Youzi Lake was illuminated by waves, and occasionally ripples appeared, which was a burst of refraction, illuminating the lakeside with a feeling of being born in a blessed land. Xu Yan and Jin Qianji watched this place silently for a while.

After living there for a year, it is false to say that he has no feelings.

But in the end, the two of them were very determined, and after a moment of emotion, they turned around and left.

The two of them have no burdens. After all, it may be an exaggeration that the five-colored divine stone can accommodate one world, but it is more than enough to let go of their object.