Hongqin is the red-clothed female soul that Jiang Lin saw at Zhen Xian's residence in Wutong Academy.

Jiang Lin was still following Zhen Xian's side, looking at Zhen Xian's dream.

After meeting this little girl, Zhen Xian abducted the little girl...... No, it's an adoption.

Su Hongqin.

This is the name of this seven-year-old girl.

Zhen Xianfeijian passed the book to the academy, saying that he would not go back in a short time, and he would return to the academy to take responsibility afterwards.

After staying in the capital of Emperor Beiming, Zhen Xian got along with this little girl day and night.

Zhen Xian taught her to read and write, and taught her to behave in the world.

Every night when Hongqin wakes up from a nightmare, Zhen Xian will always appear by her side with her.

To Zhen Xian's surprise, when he was investigating whether the little girl had any injuries or hidden diseases, Zhen Xian, who was not even a Qi Master, noticed the flow of spiritual power in Hongqin's body.

In other words, Hongqin can be practiced......

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

After all, there is no precedent set by a woman in Confucian practice.

And this little girl's understanding of Zhen Xian also changed from the beginning of the defense to the later familiarity, and then to trust and dependence.

Half a year later, this little girl has already regarded Zhen Xian as her own relative.

For little girls, as long as this big brother goes, she will go wherever she goes.

Time passed year by year.

After another two years, the girl, who was already nearly ten years old, began to grow out, and her white chin also had a small point.

The little girl is getting better and better-looking, the beauty embryo has been formed, if nothing else, this little girl will be a big beauty when she grows up.

However, every time the little girl grows bigger and bigger, it seems to be more like torture for Zhen Xian.

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

After another four years, the nearly fourteen-year-old girl has become a slim girl like a willow tree.

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

Every time he saw the red qin, Zhen Xian would be in a trance.

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

So, Zhen Xian began to deliberately avoid Hongqin, and Hongqin was already not small, and he should leave.

It's time to ask her if she wants to practice or if she wants to have a husband and children and live her life in peace.

If she chooses the former, Zhen Xian will help her find a decent family and practice the magic she likes.

If she chooses the latter, she is the daughter of a general, as long as she says hello, she can become the county lord, live a life without food and clothing, and find someone she likes.

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

On this day, the girl came back from shopping for vegetables, followed by a female sword cultivator from the Yuanying Realm.

This female sword cultivator came from the Sword Sect, that is, the Sword Sect of the Ten Thousand Swords Continent, and it was an elder of the Sword Sect who came to the North Ming Kingdom to look for Miaozi.

And when Hongqin went to buy vegetables, he happened to meet it, and he had the idea of accepting apprentices.

After all, it is the fate of the Dao, not to mention that the other party has a kendo talent, what reason is there not to accept it?

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

"Is the gentleman leaving?"

Hongqin, who was already a graceful girl, sat in front of Zhen Xian with her legs together, her fingers tightly pinching the hem of her skirt, her little head lowered, and she was wearing a long dress as bright red as her mother.

"Well, Hongqin I told you, I am a cultivator, and I will leave sooner or later, and now that you have grown up, you are almost ......"

"Why did the gentleman avoid me!"

"Huh?"

Raising her head, Hongqin bit her red lips and looked at Zhen Xian: "Hongqin can feel it, only since Hongqin was twelve years old, although Mr. didn't show it, but Mr. deliberately kept a distance from Hongqin every time, did Hongqin do something wrong?" ”

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

"Nope! It's Hongqin...... "Holding her skirt tightly, the girl's tears fell," Is Hongqin looking more and more like Hongqin's mother? ”

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

"That's ...... so"

"How do you know?"

"Hongqin had a very good memory when she was a child, and when she was a child, her mother's personal maid would tell Hongqin about her mother's affairs in the academy, which ...... There is a mention of Mr......"

"That's ......" Zhen Xian smiled gently, but he didn't say much, as if he was caught in 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 to ......"

"That Hongqin is willing to accompany Mr. in place of his mother!"

As if with all her strength, the girl clenched her hands tightly and said this.

Looking directly into the girl's eyes, how could Zhen Xian not 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 Hongsheng, you are not a substitute." ”

"But Hongqin is willing!" The girl had already stood up, "As long as Mr. is willing, as long as Hongqin can be by Mr.'s side, Hongqin is willing to be anyone!" ”

"Red Qin!"

"Sir!"

"Enough!"

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

Looking at this scene from the sidelines, his heart was already shocked, and Jiang Lin, whose head was a little blank for a while, was accidentally frightened.

What is this guy yelling at so loudly!

"Hongqin, I ......" realized his gaffe, and Zhen Xian also regretted it in his heart.

"Sir, you murder me......"

In front of Zhen Xian, the girl's eyes were already wet with tears, she clenched her fists tightly, and the aggrieved appearance of her little nose made Jiang Lin want to press Zhen Xian, a straight man, on the ground and rub it to relieve the girl's anger.

But then again, isn't this line a little ruinous to the atmosphere?

"I ...... It's not ......." Zhen Xian stood up.

"No matter! Sir is the murderer of me......"

"Red Lyre ......"

Zhen Xian stretched out his hand to touch her shoulder, but in the end Zhen Xian put it down, and these details had already 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 the Sword Sect to practice in the Sword Sect.

"Hongqin will definitely go to find Mister! Certain! ”

These were the last words the girl said before leaving.

After the girl left, Zhen Xian stood in the courtyard for a long, long time, and Jiang Lin didn't know what he was thinking, anyway, Jiang Lin felt that Zhen Xian was quite helpless.

Soon after the girl left, Zhen Xian also closed the private school and left Beiming Country to return to Wutong Academy.

Back at the academy, Zhen Xian pleaded guilty to his master, including the crime of killing mortal soldiers in Beiming Kingdom, the crime of staying in the mortal world, and the crime of slaughtering the monks who burned the general's mansion when he was angry.

Looking at his most proud protégé, the master touched his goatee: "Are these the sins you want to confess?" ”

Zhen Xian thought for a while, and arched his hand: "If the student neglects the punishment, please also ask the master to punish him." ”

"That's it." The Master just shook his head, "Let's go into retreat and think about it for a hundred years." ”

"Yes."

Zhen Xian thought about it, but in fact, Zhen Xian was surprised by his punishment, he thought that his title of sage would definitely be deprived, and the punishment would be even more serious.

But I didn't expect that I had only thought about it for a hundred years.

This made Zhen Xian not communicate for a while.

In the past hundred years, Zhen Xian read books in the grass hut of Si Guofeng, and also practiced, except that he could not leave Si Guofeng one step, Zhen Xian had no constraints, and even had a closed and secluded life.

And from time to time, students from the academy will come in to think about it, play chess, read books and discuss knowledge together, and the days are still a little chic.

However, most of the people who have come to think about Feng have made small mistakes, and they left after five years at most.

So Zhen Xian sent away batch after batch of "cellmates...... And then a deep friendship was formed...... Many people are still reluctant to miss Zhen Xian when they leave.

This is something Jiang Lin didn't expect......

Unknowingly, it has been a hundred years, and Zhen Xian, who has entered the Jindan realm during this period, left Siguo Peak, but the first thing he saw was a woman in red.

Her eyebrows were lightly dotted with red raindrops, and her long black hair was gently pulled up by a deer god hairpin, and then down her shoulders to her waist.

It has been a hundred years, and the girl who drew the willow tree has already fully grown, the long and curled eyelashes under the thin willow eyebrows are like small brushes, and the light blue eyes are like stars.

The small bridge of the nose, the pink lips are slightly hooked, and the red and white ribbon around the waist is wrapped around a few times to form a neat sword knot, but the girl with the red skirt is more pure and beautiful.

It's more and more like her mother.

She is quite gifted, she has become a descendant disciple of one of the thirty-six peaks of the Sword Sect, and in a hundred years, she has been a sword cultivator in the late stage of the Jindan Realm.

If the girl's sword training is replaced by reading, then the girl's qualifications are no worse than Zhen Xian.

"Zhen Xian, since you have been thinking about it for a hundred years, then don't be idle, this time it is our turn to send a sage to Penglai Continent Wanli City, it just so happens that you and this Sword Sect Hongqin girl are going to the trial, you can go together, they are both from Wutong Prefecture, and they will take care of each other along the way."

The voice of the dean of Wutong Academy came from a distance, it was an instruction and an order, and Zhen Xian was not allowed to refuse.

"Yes, the student knows."

Although Zhen Xian sighed lightly in his heart, he still bowed in the direction where the sound of the law came.

Straightening up and raising his head, Zhen Xian saw the girl's bright and beautiful clean smile.

"The little girl is not talented, please take care of me."

Zhen Xian smiled, although it was a smile, but it was also helpless: "Girl, don't dislike me, a pedantic scholar." ”

Leaving Wutong Prefecture, the two of them set off for Penglai Continent together, and along the way, although they were already sword cultivators in the late stage of the Jindan Realm, in front of Zhen Xian, they still looked like the little girl back then.

However, there is also a slight difference that this good-looking female sword cultivator is much more proactive now than a hundred years ago.

Because she doesn't have any more concerns.

If it is said that his mother-in-law was "separated by immortals" at that time, one was the daughter of the prince of mortal dust, and the other was a Confucian monk on the mountain, and finally they couldn't walk together because of the rules.

So now, I am also a mountain man, standing in the same place as my husband, and there is no longer any obstacle, why should I be worried?

So along the way, Hongqin kept attacking Zhen Xian, and Zhen Xian took his straight man of steel to the extreme.

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

Is this really Zhen Xian, who went to Qianmenglou behind his back and called a few cat demons?

When he arrived in Wanli City of Penglai Island, in addition to attacking Zhen Xian every day, Hongqin also began to go down to the city to kill demons, and Zhen Xian learned how to sit on the battlefield with the Confucian sage above the head of Wanli City, and added BUFF to the monks in the world.

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

And that red shadow will also raise its head to look at the clouds when the battlefield is idle, and smile brightly at him.

"You like her?"

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

Over the past year, they have obviously been separated from each other, and this sword cultivation girl is still extremely active, but this junior is like a piece of wood! I wanted to get close but didn't dare, so I kept my distance.

Faced with the senior's question, Zhen Xian didn't answer, just looked at her under the clouds.

"Alas! It's a real ......."

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

If you change to yourself, there is such a beautiful girl who likes herself! The child can make soy sauce.

And so the days passed.

And under Hongqin's unremitting attack, the relationship between the two stopped advancing after reaching a certain level, as if the two would always have only such a ravine.

Finally, when Zhen Xian was only one month away from studying in Wanli City, and was about to return to Wutong Prefecture to resume his life, the night before a ladyboy battle, Hongqin called Zhen Xian out.

"If Hongqin kills 10,000 demons tomorrow and merges into the Yuanying Realm, how about Mr. be with me!"

"I ......"

"Then it's decided!"

This time, Hongqin didn't give Zhen Xian a chance to finish speaking, and ran away after making an agreement privately, which was irritated by the thief.

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

On the second day, the demon clan attacked the city daily, because it was the daily mid-month siege of the demon clan, there would be no big demons, so the Confucian sage let Zhen Xian sit in charge with confidence, just to give him a chance to practice.

And under the city, every time the red shadow waved the red sword in his hand, it bloomed with bewitching blood flowers.

Five thousand...... Six thousand......

Seven thousand....... Eight thousand......

Just when the girl wants to kill 10,000, and even the realm has faint signs of breakthrough, the demon clan withdraws every day.

At this time, above the clouds, Zhen Xian, who knew that this was the end, also lowered his head.

But what I didn't expect was that when Wanli City was about to collect troops and return to the city, that red shadow pierced directly into the retreating army of the demon clan.

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