Chapter 491

The red Qin is the red dress girl who was seen by Jiang Lin at the residence of Wutong Academy.

Jiang Lin is still following Zhen Xian and watching Zhen Xian's dream.

After meeting the little girl, Zhen Xian abducted the little girl... No, she adopted her home.

Su Hongqin.

This is the name of the seven year old girl.

Zhen Xianfei Jian sent a letter to the academy and said that he would not go back in a short time. Afterwards, he would go back to the academy to take responsibility.

After living in the imperial capital of Beiming country, Zhen Xian gets along with the little girl day and night.

Zhen Xian taught her to read and write and how to behave.

Every night when Hongqin wakes up from her nightmare, Zhen Xian always appears beside her and matches her.

To Zhen Xian's surprise, when exploring whether the little girl has any hidden injuries and diseases, Zhen Xian, even if not the Qi master, noticed the flow of spiritual power in Hongqin.

In other words, Hongqin can practice

But Zhen Xian didn't dare to teach indiscriminately. He just taught the little girl the basic spiritual cultivation method.

After all, no woman has set a precedent in Confucian practice.

The little girl's defense of Zhen leisure also changed from the beginning to the later familiarity, and then to trust and dependence.

Six months later, the little girl has regarded Zhen Xian as her relatives.

For the little girl, as long as the big brother goes, she will go.

Time goes by year.

Another two years later, the girl who was nearly ten years old began to grow, and her white chin also showed a small tip.

The little girl is becoming more and more beautiful. The beauty embryo has taken shape. If nothing happens, the little girl will be a big beauty when she grows up.

However, whenever the little girl grows older, it seems more like torture for Zhen Xian.

In Zhen Xian's eyes, Hongqin is more and more like her mother.

After another four years, the girl of nearly 14 years old has become a graceful girl like a willow.

At this time, Hongqin was seven points similar to her mother.

Every time she sees the red piano, Zhen Xian is in a trance.

But Zhen Xian also knows that she is not a red dress

As a result, Zhen Xian began to deliberately avoid Hongqin, and Hongqin is not small, and it's time for him to leave.

It's time to ask her whether she wants to practice or teach her husband and children and spend her life safely.

If she chooses the former, Zhen Xian will help her find a decent school and practice her favorite skills.

If she chooses the latter, she is the daughter of the general. As long as she says hello, she can be a princess, live a carefree life and find someone she likes.

And when Zhen Xian wants to have a good chat with Hongqin.

On this day, the girl came back from shopping and followed a woman Jianxiu from Yuanying territory behind her.

This woman Jianxiu came from Jianzong, the Jianzong of wanjianzhou. She was an elder of Jianzong and came to Beiming country to look for seedlings.

When Hongqin went to buy vegetables, she just met him and had the idea of accepting disciples.

After all, meeting is the fate of Taoism. What's more, the other party has Kendo talent. Why not accept it?

In the evening, after dinner, Zhen Xian called Hongqin.

"Are you leaving, sir?"

The red piano, which was already a graceful girl, sat in front of Zhen Xian with her legs together. Her fingers tightly squeezed the skirt, lowered her small head, and wore a long bright red dress like her mother.

"Well, Hongqin, as I told you, I'm a practitioner and will leave sooner or later. Now you've grown up, almost..."

"Why did you avoid me, sir!"

"Huh?"

Looking up, Hongqin Bei's teeth clenched her red lips and looked at Zhen Xian: "what Hongqin felt was only from the age of 12. Although Mr. Hongqin didn't show it, Mr. Hongqin deliberately kept a distance from Hongqin every time. Did Hongqin do anything wrong?"

"No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's my problem..." Zhen Xian shook his head.

"No! It's Hongqin... "Holding her skirt tightly, the girl's tears ticked down." is it Hongqin's mother who looks more and more like Hongqin? "

Listening to the girl's voice, Zhen Xian's heart shrank suddenly and lowered his eyes. His mouth opened slightly to say something, but he could only close it in the end.

"Sure enough..."

"How did you know?"

"Hongqin had a good memory when she was a child. When she was young, Hou Niang's maid would tell Hongqin about Niang's life in the Academy. Among them... There was a mention of Sir..."

"Well..." Zhen Xian smiled gently, but he was no longer talkative, as if he had fallen into his own thoughts.

"Sir, am I really like my mother?" Hongqin still asked bravely.

Looking at the girl's eyes, Zhen Xian nodded: "yes, it's very similar..."

"That red Qin is willing to accompany her husband instead of her mother!"

As if she had exhausted all her strength, the girl held her hands tightly and said this sentence.

Looking directly into the girl's eyes, Zhen Xian can't understand the meaning of the girl's words now.

But in the end, Zhen Xian shook his head: "Hongqin, you are you after all. You are not Hongshang. You are not a substitute."

"But Hongqin is willing!" The girl had stood up and said, "as long as your husband is willing, as long as Hongqin can accompany you, Hongqin is willing to be anyone!"

"Hongqin!"

"Sir!"

"Enough!"

From beginning to end, Zhen Xian, who had never been angry in front of the girl, shouted loudly.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Lindu, who had a blank head for a time, was accidentally frightened.

Why is this guy yelling so loud!

"Hongqin, I......" realizing his gaffe, Zhen Xian also regretted it.

"Sir, you are cruel to me..."

In front of Zhen Xian, the girl's eyes are wet with tears. She clenches her fist tightly and sniffs her small nose. The wronged appearance makes Jiang Lin want to rub Zhen Xian's straight man on the ground to relieve the girl's anger.

However, is this line a little damaging to the atmosphere?

"I'm not..." Zhen Xian stood up.

"Whatever! Sir, it's me... "

"Hongqin..."

Zhen Xianxian reaches out to touch her shoulder, but finally Zhen Xianxian puts it down, and these details have long been seen by the girl.

This time the tears really came out, and the girl ran out.

Early the next morning, Hongqin decided to leave with the elder of Jianzong to practice in Jianzong.

"Hongqin will definitely go to find Mr. Zhang! Certainly! "

This is the last thing the girl said when she left.

After the girl left, Zhen Xian stood in the yard for a long time. Jiang Lin didn't know what he was thinking. Anyway, Jiang Lin thought Zhen Xian was helpless.

Shortly after the girl left, Zhen also closed the private school and left the northern Ming kingdom to return to the Wutong Academy.

Returning to the Academy, Zhen Xianxian pleaded with the master for his sins, including the crime of killing mortal soldiers in Beiming state, the crime of staying in the world, and the crime of slaughtering those friars who burned the general's house when he was angry.

Looking at his most proud student, the master touched his goatee: "are these the sins you want to admit?"

Zhen Xian thought for a moment and said, "if students ignore punishment, please punish them."

"That's all." The master just shook his head, "go and shut up and think for a hundred years."

"Yes."

Zhen Xian thinks about it. In fact, Zhen Xian is surprised by his punishment. He thinks that his title of sage must be deprived, and the punishment will be more serious.

But I didn't expect to think about it for a hundred years.

This makes Zhen Xian have no connection for the moment.

In the past 100 years, Zhen Xian has been reading and practicing in the thatched cottage of siguofeng. In addition to being unable to leave siguofeng, Zhen Xian has no constraints and even has a life of seclusion.

Moreover, from time to time, students from the Academy will come in to think about it, play chess, read books and discuss knowledge together. The days are still a little natural and unrestrained.

However, most of the people who thought about it made small mistakes and left in five years at most.

So Zhen Xian sent off batch after batch of "cellmates"... And then formed a deep friendship... Many people still miss Zhen Xian when they leave.

This is what Jiang Lin didn't expect

Unconsciously, it has been a hundred years. Zhen Xian, who entered the golden elixir realm during this period, left siguofeng, but the first thing he saw was a woman in red.

Her eyebrows were lightly lit with Yan red raindrops and mother of pearl, and her long black hair was gently pulled up by a deer god hairpin, and then down her shoulder, beyond her waist.

It has been a hundred years. The girl who pulled out the willow has already fully opened. The long and warped eyelashes under the thin willow eyebrows are like a small brush, and the light cyan eyes twinkle like stars.

The bridge of the nose is small, the pink lips are slightly lifted, and the red and white ribbon around the waist is wound into a crisp sword knot, but the girl with the red skirt lining is more pure and beautiful.

More and more like her mother.

Quite gifted, she has become the direct disciple of one of the thirty-six peaks of the sword sect. In a hundred years, she has been a sword practitioner in the later stage of the golden pill realm.

If the girl's sword practice is replaced by reading, the girl's qualification is no worse than Zhen Xian.

"Zhen Wutong, since you have thought for a hundred years, then don't idle. This time it is our turn Wutong academy to send a sage to the city of Peng Lai Chai Wan Li, just you and this sword Zong Qin Qin girl are going to try, you go together, the same is the Indus people, along the way to take care of each other."

The voice of the president of the Wutong academy is coming from a distance. It is an order and an order, and it is not allowed to refuse.

"Yes, the students know."

Although Zhen Xian sighed gently in his heart, he still bowed to the direction of the Dharma sound.

Straight up and raised his head, Zhen Xian saw the girl's red and beautiful clean smile.

"The little woman is not talented. Please take care of her."

Zhen Xian smiled. Although it was a smile, it was helpless: "girl, don't dislike me as a pedantic scholar."

Leaving the Wutong Prefecture, the two men set off to Peng Lai Chau, all the way, though they had been the sword repair in the Late Jin Dynasty, but in front of the Zhen, they still looked like the little girl.

However, there are some differences. Now the beautiful and refined woman's sword repair is much more proactive than a hundred years ago.

Because she has no worries anymore.

At that time, his mother was separated by "immortals and mortals". One was the daughter of the prince of mortal dust, and the other was a Confucian monk on the mountain. Finally, due to the rules, he could not walk together.

Now, I am also a mountain man, standing in the same place as my husband, and there are no more obstacles. Why should I worry?

So along the way, Hongqin kept making strategies for Zhen Xian, who was trying to bring his straight iron man to the extreme.

In addition to being kept stuffed with dog food in his mouth, Jiang Lin was stunned.

Is this really Zhen Xian who went to qianmeng building on his back and called several cat demons?

When she arrived at Wanli city in Penglai, Hongqin began to kill demons in the city in addition to Zhen Xianxian's daily strategy. Zhen Xianxian learned how to sit on the battlefield with the Confucian sage above Wanli city and buff the monks all over the world.

Overlooking the battlefield, Zhen Xian's eyes are always attracted by the red shadow.

And the red shadow will also look up at the clouds and smile at him when he is idle on the battlefield.

"Do you like her?"

The Confucian sage in Wanli City, who has been fed dog food for a year, finally couldn't help it one day.

In the past year, they have clearly been at odds with each other, Lang Qing and his wife, and the sword repair girl is also very active, but this younger generation is like a piece of wood! Want to close but dare not, always keep a distance.

Facing the elder's questions, Zhen Xian didn't answer, but looked at her under the cloud.

"Alas! I'm really anxious to death... "

The Confucian sage in Wanli City shook his head and said no more.

If I were myself, such a beautiful girl likes me! Children can make soy sauce.

Time passed day by day.

Under the unremitting attack of Hongqin, the relationship between the two stopped after reaching a certain degree, as if they had only such a gully forever.

Finally, when the distance between Wanli city and Zhen Li was only one month away, he would return to Wutong state to return to life. Before the night of a monster war, he would shout out.

"If tomorrow's Hongqin kills 10000 demons and merges into Yuanying territory, how about Sir being with me!"

"I..."

"That's settled!"

This time, Hongqin didn't give Zhen Xian the chance to finish his words. She made an appointment and ran away. The thief was very excited.

But Zhen Xian didn't catch up. I don't know whether it was because she acquiesced to her agreement or because her thoughts were too chaotic.

The next day, the demon family attacked the city every day. Because it was the summary of the demon family's daily siege in the middle of the month, there would be no big demons, so the Confucian sage assured Zhen to sit idle and just gave him a chance to experience.

At the foot of the city, every time the red shadow waved the red sword, it bloomed with flirtatious blood.

Five thousand... Six thousand

Seven thousand... Eight thousand

When the girl wants to kill 10000, and even there are faint signs of breakthrough in the realm, the demon clan withdraws its troops every day.

At this time, Zhen Xian, who knows that this is the end, also lowers his head.

But unexpectedly, when Wanli city was about to withdraw troops and return to the city, the red shadow directly stabbed into the retreating army of the demon family.

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[thanks to the local tyrant "nanxunyuan" for the reward of 30000 starting points ~ ~ ~ the boss is domineering ~ ~ ~ and gives the boss ice Kuo Le ~ ~ (* ﾉ∀` *)]