Dao Xuanji [Civil Demon]

"You should have high expectations for Junqing, right?" Xuanji asked with a smile.

The male cultivator also laughed, and said: "The father is not strict and the son is not filial. It is also said that the strict ones make high-level apprentices. Our Jun Qing is very talented. Maybe he can become a real immortal, so he must study harder and practice harder." , otherwise it would be a waste of talent."

"That's right." Xuanji nodded.

Not long after they arrived, the male cultivator said a few words to the servants, and Xuanji was taken to a house, where she washed up briefly. It was obviously a high-quality cotton quilt. Xuanji stared at the top of the bed, but couldn't fall asleep anyway. up.

She quietly opened the door, held her breath, and wandered around in the huge Wenjiabao.

It was almost late at night, and crows could still hear occasional cries around, but only a window in the center of the fort was still shining with light, so Xuanji approached, wondering if she could get some news.

In fact, before they got very close, they heard a few angry roars.

"Say you play with things and lose your mind, but you still run away from home! Stop touching the playthings in the future!"

"I'm so angry, you know how much I expect of you, but you don't live up to it and make such stupid things!"

"Do you dare to do it again in the future!"

Then a few more muffled sounds were heard.

Then there was a voice of a baby with a crying voice.

"Daddy, I don't like practicing swords."

Xuanji frowned slightly.

"What are you doing if you don't practice swords!"

"You are afraid of suffering at a young age, how can you become a talent! You really don't live up to it! You don't live up to it!"

"Master, Junqing is actually still young..."

"The foundation is to do it well from an early age! I, Wen Tang, can dance swords since I was three years old. Look at her! How dare she run away from home!"

In the end, after yelling for an unknown amount of time, Wen Tang finally said: "I will punish you to spend the whole night here thinking about it, to reflect on your ancestors."

When Wen Tang and his wife opened the door and came out, Xuanji disappeared. Fortunately, because they were in their own home, they were not very prepared and did not release their spiritual sense, so Xuanji was not found.When the two walked away, Xuanji pushed open the door and walked in, and the one kneeling on the ground was indeed Junqing.

This place should be an ancestral hall, and when you enter the door, there is a shrine, which is full of many tablets, and there are many shelves around it, and a sword is placed on each shelf.

Hearing the voice, Jun Qing turned her head to look at Xuanji, then turned her head back again, and continued to kneel.Xuanji saw that although the corners of her eyes were red, there were no tears on her face.

"Your father is gone," Xuanji squatted down, "You can go to my place to sleep first. You were hurt by the cold today, and now you are kneeling here again, which is not good for your bones. I will call you again tomorrow morning Get up, come and kneel again."

"Don't be a gentleman. Daddy said that sword cultivators can't deceive others." Jun Qing shook his head and refused.

"Then you stay here alone, are you afraid?" Xuanji stopped persuading and asked again.

Junqing nodded: "I'm afraid."

"Then I'll accompany you here." Xuanji suggested with a smile.

"Sister, won't you go to rest?"

"I can't sleep. Maybe it's because I used my brain too much in my early years, which hurt my vitality. It's always difficult to fall asleep." Xuanji smiled helplessly.

Jun Qing opened his eyes, his eyes sparkled, and asked: "Is my sister very smart and knows a lot?"

"No, I just have to think about things. I want to get a good night's sleep too, but there are too many things I have to think about."

Jun Qing finally blinked and said, "So my sister is just like me."

"There are many things I don't like, but there are some things I have to do." Xuanji said.

Junqing lowered her head, her mouth narrowed again, and said, "I was very happy when Daddy first taught me swordsmanship. But..."

"Because of Xiaohua?"

Junqing shook his head and said, "Daddy only allowed me to practice swordsmanship, and nothing else. No matter what I like... So Xiaohua was killed by me."

Xuanji didn't cry when she saw Junqing being beaten, scolded and punished, but now there were tears in her eyes.

"If only I didn't have any talent."

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Chapter 7

"Junqing, it's your father's fault." Xuanji touched the child's head. She had never had any children in her previous life or now, and she didn't know how to deal with the child. She was such a persevering but sad child.

Fortunately, Jun Qing sniffed, and then held back her tears. Seeing her sniffing non-stop, Xuanji looked at the sleeve that had been torn once before, and tore off another piece of cloth, and handed it to Jun Qing, letting her Blow your nose clean.

"Let your father return me a new dress tomorrow."

"How long will sister stay here?" Jun Qing nodded and asked.

Xuanji frowned when she heard the words, but she forgot about it.

"When I think about it, how did I get here."

Junqing nodded.

Xuanji looked at the child with a chubby face, and then looked around. She wasn't sure if this was an illusion, if so, it would be too real, but how did she get here?It also looks calm and peaceful here, except for the icy and snowy climate, there is no murderous intent.

As long as there is no worry about life, then just wait quietly.

Later on, Junqing swayed and couldn't kneel anymore, and then lay down on the futon and fell asleep.After all, she was still a child, and Xuanji wanted to carry her to the house where she was staying temporarily, but when she heard a rush of light footsteps, she hurriedly hid behind the shrine.

The door creaked open, and Xuanji heard a woman's sigh.

"Alas. Your Honor, my son."

Then there was the rustling sound, the door creaked and closed again, and the footsteps when walking were no longer light and heavy.Xuanji came out from behind the shrine, and Junqing was indeed carried away by her mother.After all, it is her mother, she will feel distressed.

On the second day, the two middle-aged male cultivators who met yesterday led Xuanji to meet Wen Tang.Wen Tang is more handsome than Xuanji thought, with a white face and no beard, the same slashed eyebrows as Jun Qing, and no murderous look in his eyes, he looks more like a scholar than a swordsman.

"Thank you, fellow daoist, for helping me out. Wen can't give anything in return, but I can make a request to fellow daoist."

Xuanji shook her head with a smile, and said: "The weather here is cold. If the master of Wen Castle hadn't taken her in, Xuanji would have been frozen to death. I just want to stay in the castle for a while, and I hope the master doesn't mind. If you start something, you will leave."

Wen Tang laughed loudly and said, "Why would you mind! Fellow Daoist, even if he is willing to stay under my sect for a long time, it's fine."

When Xuanji left, she thought to herself, the man who is obviously generous and polite to others is extremely harsh to his own children, thinking of this, she shook her head lightly.

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Xuanji lived in this Wenjiabao for a long time like this, but after a month, she still didn't recall anything, but found that there was a gray hexagram symbol printed on the fingertip of her left middle finger, which could not be erased.

It is Kun hexagram.

Kun belongs to earth, which means earth, and it has the possibility of various changes.

Xuanji pondered, and looked at her fingers again, all the clues in her mind were about to form a thread.

"elder sister."

Xuanji stopped thinking, turned her head, and it was indeed Junqing.It should have just finished sword practice, but at this moment there is still heat on his forehead, and a few strands of hair stick to his cheeks.Recently, Jun Qing likes to cling to her.

"Need to rest again?"

Junqing nodded and asked, "Did sister still not think of anything today?"

Xuanji smiled and nodded.

"Then it's better to stay here for a long time. Although Daddy is very strict, he is still a good person. And..." Junqing said in the end, her voice trailed off.

"Ok?"

"I'm here to look for you, Daddy is allowed." Junqing blinked, with a worried expression on his face.

Xuanji continued to smile without saying anything.Jun Qing chattered around her again, then went back to practicing sword.Xuanji then thought about how she should leave here, but it was still difficult to rebuild her interrupted thoughts.And she was not so focused and determined this time.

Xuanji glanced at the tip of her left middle finger again.Kun hexagram.She sighed softly.

At night on the second day, Xuanji tidied up the bed and quilt, and then stepped out of the room.There was a note left on the table, so it wasn't considered leaving without saying goodbye, she was just being cautious.