The regent is a yandere who needs to be pampered

Rong Yu glanced coldly: "Too tongue."

Qingyang's neck shrank, and he immediately did not dare to say anything more. He even took the initiative to stay two steps behind, not to disturb his master's chat with Miss Nan Xi.

He has figured it out now. Everything Miss Nan Xi says is right. Even if she says that the mountain is a bandit mountain, the nest is a bandit den, and his prince is the bandit leader, he will definitely touch her lovingly. Head: "Well, you're right."

If the prince is a king, he must be the kind of foolish king recorded in the history books, the kind who would not even give up his country for the sake of beauty.

"You deserve it." Yinyue came closer and said with a cold snort, "I don't know that the most important thing in your heart is the girl?"

Qingyang glanced at her sideways: "Of course I know." But he didn't expect that his master would favor Miss Nan to such an extent.

Cangyun Mountain is tens of thousands of feet high, with majestic and undulating mountains, overlapping mountains, canyons and dangerous peaks, which are steep and difficult to navigate.

Regardless of the imperial courts or people in the world, their impression of Jiuxiao Pavilion is that it is mysterious and unattainable.

In the eyes of the world, the master of Jiuxiao Pavilion is a mysterious figure who rarely appears in the world. He almost never shows up in the world and has become a hermit who lives in seclusion.

Cangyun Mountain is surrounded by formations, and outsiders can easily get lost in the treacherous formations if no one is there to guide them.

"Rong Yu, Jiuxiao Pavilion is located on the top of such a high mountain. It's not easy to go up and down the mountain." Nan Xi looked at the high mountain top and frowned, "Are the people living on the mountain self-sufficient? "

When Qingyang heard this, he couldn't help but added: "The men in Jiuxiao Pavilion are all masters. They can come and go with ease, and the steep mountains are as if they are walking on flat ground."

Nan Xi was silent.

Well, she was ignorant. It turns out that the legendary Qing Gong that can reach heaven and earth actually exists.

Rong Yu said nothing and kept holding her hand tightly.

Passing through a secluded path, you can see sparse grass and trees in front of you. There are towering trees on both sides. The dense trunks and leaves block the sun.

Fragments of light spilled from the gaps between the leaves, forming a mottled scene in front of the eyes.

The mountains are empty and quiet, with only the rustling leaves echoing in the ears, bringing a sense of tranquility that reaches deep into the soul.

Just as Nan Xi was about to say something, she felt Rong Yu suddenly grab her slender waist, and she was lifted up into his arms. With the sound of whistling in her ears, the mountain scenery flashed rapidly in front of her eyes. Pass.

Rugged rocks and cliffs, trees growing in the mountains, low bushes... the scenery flashed from the sight like a fleeting glimpse, the black hair was blown by the wind, the mountain breeze was mixed with the refreshing and fragrant smell of herbs, and the fragrance was It also carries a trace of bitterness.

This road is very long and has many twists and turns. People who are not familiar with the road can easily get lost here.

He didn't know how long he had been flying with Qinggong. It wasn't until a long stone staircase appeared in front of him that Rong Yu slowed down and slowly put Nan Xi down.

Standing with her feet on the ground, Nan Xi looked up at the bluestone steps leading to the top of the mountain. The surrounding scenery was picturesque. Although it was not as beautiful as the beautiful homes in the wealthy homes, she still had a sense of pride that stood alone in the world. Their own steepness and stability.

But that's not the point.

The point is, countless masters in green clothes suddenly appeared on both sides of the stone steps, and these people all knelt on both sides of the stone steps, like a formation greeting an emperor, leaving Nan Xi silent for a while.

At this point, if Nan Xi still couldn't guess Rong Yu's identity, it would obviously be too slow to be justified.

"Rong Yu." Nan Xi turned to look at the man beside her, with a subtle tone in her voice, "The master of Jiuxiao Pavilion...is that you?"

Rong Yu didn't say anything, just held her hand tightly and walked up the stone steps.

The scenery is better at high places and the air is fresher.

Nan Xi took a deep breath of fresh air and felt smooth all over: "Rong Yu."

"Um."

"You are so unfathomable."

Rong Yu looked down at her and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "We can get to know each other slowly in the future."

Nan Xi was silent.

She did not know much about him in her previous life. She did not expect that Rong Yu would have other powerful identities besides his noble status as regent. But how did he do it?

The mountains are very quiet.

Rong Yu didn't speak. The Tsing Yi masters kneeling on both sides were as motionless as stone sculptures. Their strong bodies were half-kneeling on the ground, silently, like shadows.

The sky is very blue and the clouds are very white.

The two of them just held hands and climbed up the stairs step by step.

Qingyang, who was following behind, raised his eyes to look at the sky and whispered to Yiyue, biting his ears: "This feeling at this time is not like riding a horse on the endless prairie but not being able to gallop wantonly, but having to lead the horse slowly. Walk slowly?”

Silver Moon glanced at him: "Who is Ma?"

Qingyang choked: "..."

"You mean, the girl is a horse?" Yinyue secretly glanced at the clasped hands of the two people in front of her, quickly retracted her gaze, and looked at Qingyang with a warning, "If you want to die young, you can just say so, no need. Report it to the prince and I can help you."

Qingyang sneered: "Are you my opponent?"

"Looking down on people?" Yinyue pointed to the mountain master, "I have practiced here for ten years, what about you?"

Qingyang choked: "I've practiced it too."

"several years?"

"People with extraordinary talents don't need to judge their cultivation level by time."

"Extraordinary talent?" Yinyue tilted her head and glanced at him up and down, with obvious contempt in her eyes, "Only those like the prince are considered to be extremely talented. You can only be said to have good qualifications at best."

Well?

Compared with his master?

Qingyang was speechless for a moment, turned his head, looked at the tall and straight man in front of him, and whispered: "In fact, I have a question in my heart that has been suppressed for more than ten years... I still can't figure it out, why is the master so powerful?"

Yin Yue thought for a while: "Maybe this is the difference between the master and the guard."

Qingyang's mouth twitched: "The emperor in the palace is still the master of the world, why haven't I seen him so powerful?"

The two whispered behind them, and Nan Xi didn't hear it very clearly, but it didn't affect her mood.

"Rong Yu." She suddenly thought, "You said such a high mountain is always surrounded by clouds and mist. Thousands or tens of thousands of years ago, could there be immortals practicing here?"

Rong Yu hadn't spoken yet, Qing Yang behind him heard this question and immediately said, "Girl, have you read too many myths?"

Yin Yue slapped him on the shoulder: "Why are you talking so much?"

"Yin Yue." Rong Yu's voice was light, "Find a cliff and throw him down."

Yin Yue responded crisply: "Yes!"

Qing Yang's face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Brother Qing Yang." Yin Yue looked at him with ill intentions, and said with a smile, "Do you want to see which cliff has better scenery and is suitable for burial?"

Nan Xi was amused by the two: "Qing Yang is actually very cute."

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I updated one more chapter today, I am so tired~