The strongest brother system

Chapter 2 Royal Power Moondust
"First of all, I need to solve the problem of my freedom."

Bai Yuechen thought about it.

"I was raised as a 'Daoist soldier' ​​since I was a child. I didn't have any friends, and I didn't talk to outsiders very much. There were only a few people in the family. Even my mother had never met since she was a child because of dystocia." Bai Yuechen carefully recalled the situation of royal power and wealth.

"Yes!" Suddenly his eyes lit up, and a meaningful smile appeared on his 7-year-old immature face, even though this smile looked awkward on this Zhengtai's face.

Bai Yuechen took off the king power sword on the wall and held it in his hand, drew the sword out of its sheath, feeling the powerful aura contained in it.

"This sword is really good, and it is definitely very powerful to chop."

Looking at his image reflected on the bright sword edge, Bai Yuechen nodded in satisfaction.

Even with his vision of a Mahayana monk, he couldn't help but praise this sword. It is full of aura and restrained. The King Quan sword is worthy of being the strongest sword of "the sword of heaven and earth, the royal family".

With a sound of 'shua', Bai Yuechen put the sword back into its sheath, and walked out of her room.

"Let's go get rid of that cheap daddy of mine first."

Bai Yuechen said so.

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And the cheap daddy that Bai Yuechen said, Wang Quan Zhengde, the current head of the Wang Quan family, is currently practicing calligraphy in his study.

Suddenly, he heard someone's footsteps walking into the study, and he frowned as he was dipping his ink, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all.

The person who came was dressed in a blue shirt and had a long white beard. He was the old housekeeper who had managed the family's internal affairs for him for decades.

"Homeowner."

The old butler saluted.

"what's up?"

Wang Quanzhengde asked lightly, but the Zihao pen in his hand had already been dipped in ink, and was about to write on the paper.

"Master wants to see you."

Wang Quanzhengde's hand holding the pen stopped in mid-air, and turned his head to look at the old housekeeper Fu Bo.

"You said Gui'er wants to see me?"

It seemed to be confirming that he had heard correctly.

"Yes, the young master is outside the door right now."

The old butler was respectful.

Wang Quanzhengde saw that a drop of thick ink was about to fall from the tip of the Zihao pen in his hand, he exerted strength in his hand, and wrote two words on the paper with the drop of thick ink in a smooth manner.

During this process, the old butler just bowed his head respectfully and remained silent.

Putting the pen back into the pen holder, Wang Quanzhengde said to the old butler, "Call him in."

"Yes."

The old butler resigned.

Bai Yuechen stood quietly at the door of the study with the King Quan Sword in his hand, still dressed in the bright yellow Taoist robe and Tai Chi Taoist crown.

The butler came out from the door of the study, and said to Bai Yuechen, "Young Master, the Patriarch told you to come in."

Bai Yuechen nodded, and raised his foot to go in.

Only the housekeeper stopped him from behind: "Master."

Bai Yuechen stopped, but didn't turn around.

"Young master and Patriarch are father and son after all, blood is thicker than water, please think twice about everything, young master." The housekeeper advised.

"I see, thank you, Forbe." After speaking, he walked into the study.

But Uncle Fu, who was outside the door, was shocked by his thank you and stayed where he was. 'The old man heard it right, the young master, who has never spoken much since he was a child, actually said thank you to me? '

Fu Bo, who can usually handle all matters big and small, calmly, only felt a little moisture in his eye sockets.Wiping away the crystals from the corners of his eyes, Uncle Fu bowed to the King Quan sword tower standing tall in the distance, and shouted: "God bless my King Quan."

Bai Yuechen who walked into the study didn't expect his words to have such a lethal force, he is busy dealing with the cheap old man in front of him now.

"Father."

Bai Yuechen bowed and saluted.

"Is there any problem with cultivation?"

Wang Quanzhengde was sitting on the grand teacher's chair, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hand, the lid of the cup was slowly raised and lowered to adjust the temperature of the tea, quietly looking at this son who he didn't even understand.Since he was able to speak, in the past four years, he only took the initiative to come to him 8 times, and it was all because of cultivation, so Wang Quan Zhengde thought that this time was also because of this.

"It's not about cultivation." Bai Yuechen replied.

"What's that?" Wang Quanzhengde put down the teacup that had been raised to his lips again, frowned slightly, and looked at his son in front of him in a little surprise.

"The child came to see his father this time mainly because of two things." Bai Yuechen said.

Wang Quanzhengde's eyes signaled him to continue.

"The first thing is, the baby wants to change his name." Bai Yuechen said the first purpose of this trip.

Wang Quanzhengde's eyes became more surprised, but he said, "What do you want to change to?" He didn't ask the reason for changing the name.

Bai Yuechen replied seriously: "Moonchen, the bright moon, is not stained by dust."

When Wang Quanzhengde heard the name, complex expressions flashed across his eyes, but he said in his mouth, "What about the other thing?"

Is this a tacit agreement?Bai Yuechen settled down slightly, and said again: "The second thing is, the boy wants to escort Yue Yue's cousin to Tushan safely."

If Wang Quanzhengde was surprised by the first incident just now, the second incident was a bit beyond his expectation.

"Where did you know about this?" Wang Quanzhengde frowned and asked.

"Hail learned about the existence of Yue Yue's cousin in the family file, and from the mouths of the servants, I learned that other forces in the Dao League are chasing and killing him." I know that people basically don't talk too much in front of me, but in the information given by the system, the family files of the royal family do have information about Dongfang Yuechu.

"What else do you know?" Wang Quanzhengde's current performance of this son today can be said to have overturned his perception of him in the past 7 years.

"The child is still in the letter left by his mother, and he knows a promise made by the royal family to his mother's sister, Dongfang Qinlan." Bai Yuechen threw a heavy bomb.

Wang Quanzhengde's face was a little ugly, and there was a hint of guilt in his eyes.Back then, as one of the conditions for Dongfang Huaizhu to marry into the royal family, it was to provide protection for Dongfang Qinlan.But now that Dongfang Qinlan is dead, her only son is being hunted down. This is undoubtedly a disgrace to the prestigious royal family.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Quanzhengde finally began to face up to his son in his eyes, and his tone was no longer perfunctory to children.

"My boy knows that my father is under great pressure from other forces in the Daoist League and cannot personally intervene in this matter, so I decided to go there by myself to ensure that my cousin can reach Tushan successfully at the beginning of the month." Bai Yuechen said confidently.

"Do you know who are the people who participated in the hunt?" Wang Quanzhengde looked at the confident Bai Yuechen in front of him, and had great doubts about his strength.Although he has shown an unparalleled cultivation talent since he was a child, his cultivation time is only three short years. Can a seven-year-old child deal with those messy monks?

"My son doesn't know, but my son knows, none of them are better than my son." Bai Yuechen's eyes and words showed his strong self-confidence.

As soon as the words fell, a unparalleled sword intent emanated from the Wang Quan sword in Bai Yuechen's hand, and the sudden burst of momentum made even Wang Quan Zhengde feel a sense of oppression.

This time Wang Quan Zhengde was really shocked. If Bai Yuechen's previous performance could be said to be precocious, then this real sword intent now made him understand that Bai Yuechen's self-confidence was not groundless.

'He is only seven years old. There was a hint of fanaticism in Wang Quanzhengde's eyes.

"Okay, I promise you, today I will ask Uncle Fu to revise the file and inform the whole family about your name change. As for Dongfang Yuechu, you have to remember that I didn't ask you to do anything, it was you I accidentally discovered that the scum of the Taoist League was chasing and killing an unarmed child, and I just helped." Wang Quanzhengde was worthy of being the head of the family, and he pointed out the key points of the matter in an instant.

"Okay, Dongfang Yuechu has almost passed the eastern wilderness now, if you set off tomorrow, you should be able to find him before you reach Tushan." Wang Quanzhengde told Bai Yuechen the specific information.

"My son thanked father." Bai Yuechen bowed his head and saluted, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, go down." Wang Quanzhengde waved his hand, the facts of today had a big impact on him, and made him feel exhausted.

"Retire, baby." Bai Yuechen slowly exited the study.

The study was quiet again, and Wang Quanzhengde stood silently.

After a while, I heard him read softly: "There are bamboos in the Huai River, and their aspirations are soaring. The bright moon is not stained by dust."

Then he sighed, and looked at the two words he wrote on the paper just now: Huaizhu.

"Huaizhu, he really looks like you. He is only seven years old. Not only his facial features, but also the arrogance in his bones are exactly the same as yours."

The scene of meeting her for the first time seemed to reappear in front of my eyes.

"What's your last name?" I asked him aloud.

"My surname is Dongfang. Remember, the east where the sun rises in the east." The woman in green clothes who played the emerald green bamboo flute left a sentence, and left gracefully through the air. The beautiful sunset merged with her back. together, but she is more beautiful than the sunset.

Thinking of Bai Yuechen's going to help Dongfang Yuechu, Wang Quanzhengde once again sighed with emotion.

"Dongfang Yueyue? He is Qin Lan's own son. He is only seven years old, and he wants to protect his relatives, just like you at that time."

Wang Quanzhengde's eyes showed a hint of reminiscence, followed by another long sigh.

"Huaizhu..."

　The royal, rich and domineering journey begins now! ! !please please please

　　
　
(End of this chapter)