The two walked in the thick fog for a while, unable to see anything around, only Qin Zichen's hand was as cold as jade, holding her wrist tightly. Su Qingyi didn't have time to think about anything, she nervously looked at the surrounding fog, and after looking at it for a while, she muttered, "Song Song has brought us to a fantasy world."

"What do you want?" Qin Zichen's voice was flat, as if he was completely unaware of the dangerous situation. Su Qingyi looked around, and in the thick fog, she took out an illuminating talisman from her arms and threw it out without breaking a single point. She frowned: "You try to chop with a sword."

Qin Zichen didn't say much, the long sword in his hand swung out with a fierce brilliance that shook the ground. The illusion trembled, Su Qingyi couldn't help but pouted, sword repair is expensive, there is always the benefit of being expensive. She wants to break the illusion and break the formation, to calculate, to overcome the demons, but Jianxiu is strong enough, and a sword is enough. If you can't split it, it proves that you are not capable enough.

As the ground moved, the mist gradually thinned out, and there was also a chill in the surroundings. Su Qingyi frowned, feeling that the chill was vaguely familiar. After the mist was completely cleared, the two discovered that they had already returned to the foot of the Siguo cliff.

The cold wind was biting, and the snowflakes were flying. Su Qingyi unknowingly hid behind Qin Zichen. Qin Zichen raised his hand and swiped, and a light circle appeared beside the two of them, forming a barrier to block the cold wind. Su Qingyi instantly felt a lot warmer, and said in a low voice, "Thank you." Qin Zichen nodded graciously, as if he was a born elder, cold and enthusiastic.

Su Qingyi raised her head and looked at the surrounding scene. It was not much different from the Siguo Cliff she was in at the beginning, only the types of flowers and plants were slightly different. Qin Zichen followed her around and didn't say much. After a while, the two of them heard the footsteps of a child.

This child looked less than ten years old, wearing the robe of Tianjianzong, with a bun head tied, holding the sword, limping in the snow and ice. Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing when she saw the little bun holding the sword, and wondered if all swordsmen were like this when they were young, such as Qin Zichen?

As if she knew what she was thinking, Qin Zichen glanced over with a cool look, Su Qingyi immediately straightened her face, and said solemnly: "Peak Master, this may be Song Song."

"I see it." Qin Zichen said lightly, while Su Qingyi was stunned. Looking at the little bun in front of him, who was nothing like Song Song, he wondered, "How did the peak master see it?"

"His sword." Qin Zichen's eyes fell on Xiao Baozi's sword, he thought about it, and then added: "Also, the eyes are very big."

Unexpectedly, Qin Zichen added such a down-to-earth reason, Su Qingyi didn't care about the 3721, and hurriedly seized the opportunity to flatter him: "The Peak Master is brilliant!"

Qin Zichen didn't answer, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Su Qingyi kept a smile and greeted Qin Zichen's ancestor in her heart, and then followed Xiao Baozi out with him.

After walking for a while, the little bun suddenly stopped, as if he had seen something, his fleshy face frowned, and he carefully walked towards the haystack and pulled open the haystack.

Seemingly sensing the arrival of a savior, the baby who had just been quietly in the haystack began to cry loudly. Song Song opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the child who was turned purple from the cold, a little timid, but also a little curious. After thinking about it, he finally reached out his hand carefully, took the child out of the haystack, and held it in his arms.

This is a girl with soft and sparse hair, and her teeth are still not fully grown. She has curved eyes and looks very cute. She was hugged by Song Song, and she giggled, reaching for his hair. Song Song was holding the child, and for some reason, he couldn't let it go. He sighed and said, "I don't care, you don't want it, let's go, my brother will take you back."

The little girl knew nothing but giggled.

Xiao Baozi limped back from Siguo Cliff with the person in his arms, climbed the long and steep stairs of Xuantianmen, and finally returned to his room. His room was deserted, and no one lived there. There was a small stove in the house. He carried the child, fetched water, cooked rice, fed the child some rice soup, and then ate something by himself. Got hot water to bathe the baby again.

After giving her a bath and putting it in the quilt, it was already dark. Song Song lay on the bed a little tired and fell into a deep sleep.

Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen stood beside him and looked at his sleeping profile, tsk tsk and then said, "It's so pitiful, isn't he the son of the head of Xuantian Sect? Why is he so pitiful?"

"Daoist Xuancheng repairs the ruthless sword," Qin Zichen said, explaining to Su Qingyi who knew nothing about sword repair: "For Xuancheng Daoist, Song Song is probably just a cause and effect. He feeds him and protects him from death. enough."

"That's really pitiful." Su Qingyi sighed softly, looked at the two children who were sleeping in the past, and said gently, "Whether it's cultivating the Tao or not, I won't let my children live this kind of life."

"Of course." Qin Zichen nodded: "Daojun Xuancheng is like this, it's better not to cultivate."

In the end, he was struck to death by lightning.

The rest of the words were silently put in Qin Zichen's heart.

The two of them watched Song Song's two children live together. Song Song named her Song Qian and hid it in his bedroom where no one noticed. He is very sensible. He practices swordsmanship, learns calligraphy every day, supports himself and his children, and goes to his father for examination every month. If he does not learn well, he will be beaten like a storm.

Daojun Xuancheng didn't care much about this child, but he gave him a soul lamp with his hard work. He and Song Song made it very clear - you are my cause and effect, and I raise you, but to end this cause and effect , don't take it too seriously, and don't think too much.

Listening to his words, Song Song secretly clenched his fists, but pretended not to care, nodded and said, oh, I know.

However, when he returned, he couldn't help crying in the room. The little girl sitting next to her playing with clothes watched her cry, so she crawled over, hugged him, and comforted him with a childish voice of milk; "No. Cry, brother don't cry."

Song Song was stunned, and after a while, he smiled slowly: "Don't cry, brother has Asian, don't cry."

The two lived together until Song Song was fourteen years old, and Song Qian was four years old and began to run around the ground. One day, Daojun Xuancheng suddenly planned to see Song Song on a whim, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw his son cooking on the stove, and a little girl next to him was running around the house with a small kite.

Daojun Xuancheng was stunned, and the little girl rushed over, grabbed his trouser legs, raised her head, and shouted seriously, "Father."

Song Song knelt down on the spot and said with a trembling voice, "Father... let go... let go..."

Daojun Xuancheng didn't speak, he frowned and looked at the little girl who was smiling wildly.

At that moment, there was an inexplicable feeling in his mind. He looked at the girl and his son: "How long have you raised?"

"Four years..." Song Song was heartbroken, and he began to kowtow desperately: "Father, please spare her, everything is the son's fault..."

"Pick up the sword," said Daojun Xuancheng without saying much, "Pick up the sword, beat me, and I'll let her go."

Song Song didn't dare to speak, and knelt on the ground tremblingly. Daojun Xuancheng frowned. The moment he raised his hand, Song Song's sword rushed towards him.

There was a smile between Xuan Cheng's brows, he quickly retreated, and the young man followed closely.

There is a huge gap between the two, but the young man seems to have a mortal heart, and he slashes with one sword and one sword. He was knocked down again and again, stood up again and again, full of thoughts and only one thought, Axi can't die, he has to protect Axi.

His sword style is getting more and more fierce, which is completely different from the calm appearance when practicing swordsmanship. Qin Zichen watched quietly, and suddenly said: "Daojun Xuancheng still loves him."

Su Qingyi: "???"

Is this called love? !

Seemingly aware of Su Qingyi's question, Qin Zichen then explained: "Song Song's sword has no killing intent, no courage, and is too cowardly. If this goes on like this, he will be nothing in his life. Now he has someone he wants to protect, Xuan Cheng said. You are just exercising his sword intent."

"Jianxiu's world is really cruel..." Su Qingyi murmured, Qin Zichen glanced at her, and said lightly, "You are also a swordsman."

No, I am not.

Su Qingyi refused in her heart.

However, with the big sword on her back, she clearly told her that she was.

Song Song was thrown out again and again by Xuan Cheng, covered in blood, and the little girl in the room was crying, but Song Song insisted on getting up again and again, never giving up. Slowly, he felt that there was a force in his body that began to wander among the eight extraordinary meridians, and the moment he drew his sword, his whole person burst into a dazzling light!

Three levels of qi training, four levels of qi training, and five levels of qi training...

He instantly rose three levels in a row, Xuan Cheng had a smile in his eyes, and with a flick of his finger, he knocked him to the ground, and said gently: "Okay, I won't kill her, she will be my adopted daughter from now on, you My sister, put it here and take care of it."

As he said that, he flicked his sleeves, thought for a while and said, "By the way, what's her name?"

"Song Qian." Song Song lay on the ground, heaving a sigh of relief, at the same time a thought was deeply ingrained in his heart.

This is his way.

The way others cultivated is the way of heaven and human relations, while his way is Song Qian.

His sword was drawn for her, his Tao was cultivated for her, and his life was given to her.

Seeing the man on the ground covered in blood, Xuan Cheng laughed lightly, and Song Song raised his head in surprise. It was the first time he saw Xuan Cheng smiling, with black robes and black hair, and Dong Xue melted in his sharp-edged eyes. , full of tenderness.

He suddenly remembered what his mother said back then.

She said, "Your father is a very nice and gentle man.

He never felt it before. He always thought that he had nothing, except for the child he picked up.

However, at this moment, since he was brought back to Xuantianmen to become his son, he realized for the first time that his mother seemed to be right.

Father, what a beautiful and gentle man.

small theater:

After marriage, Su Qingyi asked Qin Zichen, do you have any hobbies?

Qin Zichen: "A lot."

Su Qingyi: "What do you like most?"

Qin Zichen: "..."

Su Qingyi: "Just say it."

Qin Zichen: "You."

Su Qingyi laughed: "Hahahaha, I know you like me very much. What did I say you like to do?"

Qin Zichen: "Being you."

Su Qingyi: "..."

"Or another word," Qin Zichen looked up at her and said earnestly, "Riyou."