Biased in the Jianghu to find the sword fairy [Comprehensive martial arts + sword three]

Chapter 3.Limp junior sister, don't you want to have a shot, the city lord?

Because he already had a decision in his heart, Ye Gucheng stepped lightly, and after a while, he arrived at the door of Taoist Chongyi's observation room.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, Ye Gucheng's hand was stopped by the faint sound coming from the door of Daoist Chongyi.In his previous life, he was in his thirties, and although he had no heirs, the descendants of the Ye family were not considered withered, and he had seen a few young babies.Now the sound in Chongyi's room, although a little weak, really belonged to the baby.

Feeling somewhat puzzled, Ye Gucheng raised his hand and knocked on the door of Chongyi's room.Chong Yi responded and let him in.

Chong Yi is an obsessive man who loves swords, and there is nothing outside of swords, so he doesn't pay much attention to daily life, so his room is very simple and clear, the whole observation room is nothing more than a bed, a table and a chair.At this moment, Daoist Chongyi was sitting on a chair, frowning strangely, holding something stiffly but cautiously in his hands.

Seeing Ye Gucheng come in, Chong Yi straightened his face, nodded to him slightly to signal him to come over, and then involuntarily stuffed the lump into Ye Gucheng's arms.

Ye Gucheng only felt a soft mass in his arms, and the familiar Taoist robe was rolled up casually, and a little red and wrinkled face struggled out from the mass of cloth, like a newborn baby beast. The eyes have never been opened, but it is a baby who is not yet full-term.

Ye Gucheng, who was holding a baby for the first time, was stunned for a rare moment, his back straightened suddenly, and his arms couldn't even move.When he knocked on the door just now, he had already carried the Yunshui sword on his back, and at this moment he was holding the little ball of meat in his arms with both hands.

"Your junior sister."

After forcibly throwing the blame away, Daoist Chongyi returned to his former fairy-tale posture, and stopped Ye Gucheng's subconscious attempt to push the child back with three words.

Xiaotuanzi in his arms slightly rubbed Ye Gucheng's drooping long hair, and let out a small "ah", as if responding to Chongyi's words.

Ye Gucheng had no choice but to take a deep breath, staring at Chongyi with eyes like cold stars, waiting for his explanation.

Chong Yi was not a talkative person either, he directly stretched out his hand, lifted a corner of the Taoist robe that wrapped the little girl, and carefully pinched the baby's slender wrist with two fingers.

On the baby girl's rosy wrist, a circle of red marks faintly protruded from under the skin.The circle of red marks was slowly moving around the baby girl's wrist, Ye Gucheng took a closer look, only to find that the circle of red lines turned out to be four tiny characters.

Pure Yang for the rest of my life.

The traces on the baby girl's wrist are definitely formed naturally, otherwise it would not be possible to flow slowly under her wrist, and the connection between these four words and Chunyang Palace in Huashan cannot be prevaricated by the word "coincidence".

Chongyi didn't buy anything, but directly told Ye Gucheng briefly about the legend of the Blessed One.Ye Gucheng's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard the phrase "No one is better than a swordsman in this world".

"She is the blessed one?" Ye Gucheng stared at the child in his arms with burning eyes, and his usual steady breathing was also a little more rapid.The look in his eyes at that moment made Chong Yi feel that he couldn't see through.

——In Ye Gucheng's eyes, there are doubts, joy, expectations, and finally calm.

He is an immortal swordsman, once, he thought that Ximen Chuuxue was the only one in this world who could fight him.Later, when he entered Chunyang, he saw another kind of scenery that he had never seen before, and the way of swordsmanship suddenly opened up.The purity and sharpness of Chunyang's sword moves is the only one he has ever seen in his life.

However, Ye Gucheng is not without regret.With his current swordsmanship, the number of people in Chunyang who can defeat him is double ten.However, he knew that it was difficult for the ten-year-old Ye Gucheng to rank among the top 30 in the Chunyang Palace, but the [-]-year-old Ye Gucheng was invincible in the Chunyang Palace—including his current master, Daoist Chongyi.

Being invincible is indeed the lifelong pursuit of many people, but that kind of loneliness cannot be imagined by those who have never stood at the top.Now that he suddenly heard about the existence of "Heaven's Blessed One", Ye Gucheng became a little interested.

Chongyi's Daoist heart is stable, but Ye Gucheng's mind is not in a state of flux.He nodded, gently touched the baby girl's soft lanugo hair, and then said: "This child was born for my pure yang, and now she is still at the age of chaos and has Zixia skills. My pure yang kung fu has been mastered perfectly. When you entered my gate back then, Pindao thought that the blessed one would come out of Pindao's gate. Now..." His eyes swept over the baby girl in Ye Gucheng's arms, and he sighed and smiled at Ye Gucheng He continued: "Now, it's not too bad. After all, I'm still a disciple of the poor, and good fortune is not in vain."

Ye Gucheng gently hooked the baby girl's wrist, and carefully guided a wisp of Zixia Gong into her veins, and the wisp of Zixia's true energy did not penetrate into the baby girl's veins, without any stagnation or rejection.

Slightly raised the corners of his mouth, Ye Gucheng looked at the baby girl in his arms more softly, and twitched the baby girl's fingers that were so weak that they could be easily crushed, Ye Gucheng murmured: "Such a talent, she is used to Ten years later, the sword will be worthy of a fight with me."

Ye Gucheng didn't lower his voice, Daoist Chongyi naturally heard his soliloquy clearly.Chunyang Palace advocates Taoism to follow nature, and practicing swords to understand Taoism is not for the purpose of competing with others.He could see Ye Gucheng's desire to win, but Chong Yi did not forcibly correct it.In his opinion, it was just a different path chosen by his apprentice from most Chunyang disciples.There are three thousand roads, but in the end it's just the same goal by different routes.So why should he interfere?

Therefore, Chong Yi changed the subject: "Why did you come to look for me recently?"

At this moment, Xiaotuanzi, who was crying in Daoist Chongyi's hands, sobbed a few times, and fell asleep in Ye Gucheng's arms.Ye Gucheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief, he said to Yi Chen: "Recently, my disciple's swordsmanship has encountered a bottleneck, and there may be changes at home in the near future, this time I want to go to Chunyang."

Although Chunyang disciples are hidden from the world, there is a saying that they go down the mountain to practice.Although Ye Gucheng is young now, not at the age when the disciples of Chunyang went down the mountain, but he has a special status, and his swordsmanship is already good, Chongyi agreed to this matter without asking more questions.The master and apprentice were speechless for a moment, Ye Gucheng saluted Chong Yi deeply, then turned and left.

Everyone in Baiyun City heard that the city lord is about to return to the city, so naturally everything has been arranged properly.The comfortable and stable carriage stopped at the foot of Mount Hua early, and a group of white-clothed maids stood beside the carriage, bowing and standing quietly.

City Lord Baiyun has left the city for five years. When everyone was looking forward to their City Lord, Ye Gucheng's figure suddenly appeared in the snowstorm.He didn't reach the crown, so he didn't wear the iconic crown of Taoist Priest Chunyang.Black and gold stripes are strewn all over the white clothes. Even though the boy's stature is not enough, he already has a natural momentum and is indescribably precious.

His sword was behind his back, but in his hand, he was holding a pale pink baby in a swaddle.

The maids of Baiyun City couldn't help shrinking their pupils, and they all froze in place in astonishment.This time, it was not the butler who led the crowd, but the sword wiper among the twelve guards of Fuyun.After all, he was quite knowledgeable, wiped the sword and coughed lightly, swept across the dazed maids around him, and immediately went up to meet them.

"City Lord." He bowed to Ye Gucheng, wiped his sword and tried to stagger his eyes from the swaddle in Ye Gucheng's arms, but finally couldn't help asking: "This is..."

Ye Gucheng stretched out his hand to block the falling snow for the baby in his arms, and then said flatly to his sword: "My junior sister."

After finishing speaking, and ignoring everyone's faces, Ye Gucheng boarded the carriage that had been waiting for a long time.Ye Gucheng finally frowned after everyone packed up and set off with their whips raised.

Daoist Chongyi agreed for him to go down the mountain that day, but handed over the child to him.It's not that Chunyang can't raise a child, but Chongyi insists on giving him the child.

For Chongyi, this child is destined to be a pure yang forever, and it doesn't make much difference whether he grows up in the pure yang palace or not.And for Ye Gucheng, couldn't Baiyun City support a little girl?What's more, there is nothing that makes him more interested than being able to personally train an opponent.

He came here by breaking through the past. Although he did not regret in the previous life, he does not want to go back to the old way in this life.He has been planning for several years, and he has already made up his mind about the dead end of Baiyun City and the repeated fate of the Ye family children.But the only thing he didn't intend to change was his battle with Ximen Chuuxue.

As the world's two peerless weapons, the battle between him and Ximen Chuuxue is inevitable.This is Ye Gucheng's wish, and it is also the wish of the sword in his hand.

But now, as a person who has been pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship, how could Ye Gucheng not be happy that he was lucky enough to meet the blessed one whom Chunyang had only seen in 300 years?He also wanted to see how breathtaking the swordsmanship that could cover the light of a lifetime with one person's power was.

Therefore, he agreed to Daoist Chongyi, and brought back this little baby girl who had no clue that she would become a peerless swordsman.

Mount Huashan and the South China Sea are separated by thousands of miles, and everyone traveled all the way to Baiyun City within a month.

The exquisite carriage galloped along the spacious official road, and Ye Gucheng leaned on the soft couch inside the carriage, rubbing his brows with rare fatigue.

In a month's time, the little girl in her arms had lost the red skin on her face and became white, tender and round.Ye Gucheng weighed the lump in his arms every day, and there was a rare softness in his heart.

——If he hadn't been obsessed with swordsmanship in his previous life, I'm afraid he would have heirs to pass on the blood of the Ye family.

The loving father's heart that came from nowhere made Ye Gucheng suddenly feel a little affection for the little girl in his arms.What's more, this child is really clingy to him. He is not a crying character, but as long as he leaves his embrace, he will start to sob softly.It's not the kind of childish wailing without any scruples, but a thin whining sound, and there will be big tears gushing out, sticking to the little girl's long eyelashes, and the red eyebrows make her look even more beautiful. Poor young.

As a result, all the maids in Baiyun City couldn't even get close to the little girl.Ye Gucheng was completely helpless with this little girl, and it was Ye Gucheng who took care of her all the way down the road.

Now Ye Gucheng's body is only ten years old, after all the tossing, it is inevitable that he will be a little tired.Fortunately, three days ago, everyone switched from horses to boats, and now Baiyun City is within sight.

Ye Gucheng adjusted a comfortable posture for the little girl in his arms, breathed the salty air brought by the sea breeze, and walked straight to the city where he had been away for five years.

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