Hidden Blade Chapter 30: The breeze is coming, and it will come eventually
A group of people sat in front of the inn with their heads and faces disgraced. Seven or eight big men with big waists surrounded them. Dust? Fate ↘Wen? Learning ↓ Net
Pedestrians passing by pointed and pointed, and the three of them bowed their heads and hid their faces, but Xuan'er and Aowu were still playing around without realizing it.
Such an embarrassment continued until Mr. Wei carried his big wooden box, humming a small song, and returned to the inn leisurely. The old man didn't ask much, and helped the three of them pay for the drinks.
The old man was quite reasonable, and seemed to know their dilemma, so he proposed a way.
"The old man is really working hard to support the stalls every day. If three people come to help the old man, the money for the house and food in this way is counted as wages. Although it is not enough to be able to eat every day, it is not necessary to come. It will be too embarrassing."
Mr. Wei's method quickly received Chu Qiuli's response. This middle-aged man also understood it. Now only Mr. Wei is a reliable thigh, without the indignation that he had previously condemned the other party.
Xu Han and Ning Zhumang didn't think about it, so they agreed.
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Xia Zichuan has been pregnant for nine months and may give birth at any time.
Thinking of the life that is about to be born, a rare smile appeared on Song Yueming's face.
Perhaps because of her pregnancy, Xia Zichuan became a little lethargic. When it was already time, the other party still had no intention of getting up. Song Yueming gently stroked the girl’s beautiful cheek and sat up. , Put on that purple robe.
"Hall Master! Elder Sikong invites you to go to Jishifu for a comment." At this time, a respectful voice came from outside the room.
Song Yueming's dressing action paused at that time, and then she responded in a deep voice: "I know."
Since returning to the gate, Si Baikong ordered the gate to be closed.
Nearly 20,000 disciples at the top and bottom of the sect began to practice the sword art he bestowed.
Song Yueming walked on the Xuanhe Peak, and everywhere you could see those disciples who practiced swordsmanship like a madman. Both the former Confucianism and Taoism were abandoned, and all the disciples only practiced swordsmanship.
At the same time, Division Blank has also established a very strict hierarchy.
Disciples of each level have their own goals. Once they can’t achieve them on time, they will be sent to the so-called life-fighting platform to fight in pairs. Only those who are alive are eligible to continue practicing.
So under such a strong pressure, the cultivation of these disciples can be described as rapid progress, but the 23,000 disciples of Linglong Pavilion have dropped sharply to more than 18,000 in this short six months. .
The entire Linglong Pavilion is shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, and it is not difficult to even see from a distance that the sky above the Linglong Pavilion seems to be shrouded in a dark cloud, which is always gloomy, and the center of this dark cloud Surprisingly, it was the mansion named Jishifu on the top of Xuanhe Peak.
Song Yueming stood in front of the mansion, took a deep breath, then pushed open the door of the mansion, stepped into it.
If Linglong Pavilion is a gray and misty world, then Jishifu at this moment is a deep pitch black.
In the depths of the pitch black, a pair of scarlet eyes swayed like a ghost.
"Song Yueming pays homage to Master." Song Yueming respectfully arched her hands towards the master of those eyes, and said.
"Um." After a long silence, a hoarse voice rang, "How about Zichuan?"
"Thanks to Master for your concern, Zichuan is in good condition and will be in labor soon." Song Yueming continued, still respectful.
"Have you thought about your name?" the person on the stage asked again.
"Xu Lai."
"Xu Lai? Song Xu Lai? It's acceptable." The person on the stage nodded, then put away the interest in continuing the topic, and he said: "The people from Chang Yesi have come to me."
"Huh?" Song Yueming was slightly taken aback after hearing this, "Isn't Chang Ye Si already..."
"Hundred-legged insects die without being stiff, let alone Chang Ye Si?" The people on the stage interrupted Song Yueming's doubts and continued: "He wants to invite me to conspire with great things, and there is the support of Senluodian behind him. Why do you think?"
What is the big event? Song Yueming knew exactly what happened. He looked at the scarlet long sword lying beside the old man from the corner of his eye, and asked calmly: "Master’s last dragon spirit bounced back. It was enough for Master to recuperate for half a year. The Yuwen Nanjing was known as the first holy emperor in the ages. It is said that the dragon energy gathered on his body is only a few points worse than that of the former emperor who was unified in the past. Master... "
"You don't need to worry too much about this. I have my own discretion. You can only say what you can and can't." The overlord interrupted Song Yueming again.
"What did the master ask for?" But Song Yueming didn't seem to hear the old man's displeasure at all, so she asked again.
It was just a short sentence with a calm tone, but it seemed to poke the pain in the old man's heart, and his voice suddenly became a little high at that time.
"The old man has always been the inheritance of Linglong Pavilion, and there is nothing else!"
"The inheritance of Linglong Pavilion?" Song Yueming heard the words, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he had no intention of arguing. He once again bowed respectfully to the old man, "The disciple knows, everything depends on the master. "
Si blank space narrowed his eyes, and he stared at Song Yueming for a long time, as if he wanted to see his thoughts thoroughly.
Ke young boy's face is always as calm as ever.
In the end, Si Baikong still found nothing. He settled his eyes and said: "I know, you can withdraw."
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Song Yueming left Jishifu, and did not rush back to her residence, but went to the mountainside of Xuanhe Peak alone.
At that time, there was a wasteland that was rarely visited by people, but three graves stood silently on the wasteland. The graves were covered with weeds. Because of the arrival of winter, the graves became yellowish, and it seemed that they had not been taken care of for a long time.
There is no tombstone in front of the grave, and no one will come to worship.
After all, from the perspective of Si Bai's logic, it is the greatest kindness to let these people enter the soil for peace.
Song Yueming stood in front of the grave and bowed one by one toward the head of the tomb. Of course, he only bowed to two of them. He knew the other one very well, but it was an empty grave.
After finishing this, Song Yueming stood up.
Clean up the weeds on the grave one by one, and this is the end of the matter.
It's just that his heart is depressed, and he still hasn't left. Instead, he stands upside down on the mountainside and looks around.
It's noon. The sun is just right at noon, but the haze that enveloped Linglong Pavilion can't be irradiated. The disciples at the foot of the mountain are still cultivating without sleep and food, shouting killing and roaring endlessly.
"Inheritance..." Song Yueming muttered such words in a dream, and her cold eyebrows showed some signs of loosening.
"Hang the pot to help the world, save the dead and heal the wounded..."
"It is the inheritance..."
Song Yueming sighed, and at this moment a clear breeze came over his face, blew his clothes, and picked up his hair.
He suddenly remembered the conversation with Xia Zichuan a few days ago.
"Husband, do you think about the name of the child?" The girl asked softly, meaning in his arms.
"Xu Lai."
"Xu Lai? How do you feel that it has something to do with your brother Xu?" The girl blinked, a little dissatisfied.
"Along the way~IndoMTL.com~ Brother Xu taught me a lot, but this matter has nothing to do with him." Song Yueming shook her head and said.
"Then the boy will come? How about the girl?" The person in his arms has always been sensible, and he didn't entangle this question too much, so he asked at that time.
"Xu Lai."
"Why is Xu Lai also called, does this name have any deep meaning?"
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Song Yueming did not answer Xia Zichuan's question at that time after all.
At this moment, he is standing on the mountainside with the breeze blowing on his face. With a sudden heart move, he slowly stretched out his hand, as if to hold the breeze.
At that time, my mouth said quietly: "Because although the breeze is coming, it will come eventually..."
After saying that, the purple-robed boy looked sideways at the three deserted graves behind him, and smiled.
"Everyone, are you right?"