Heaven's Beloved took the adoption manual of the sick apprentice

Chapter 18 Sword Dance
Jiang Yu didn't speak, but the confusion in his eyes said everything.

The little girl was not disappointed. She smiled and said to Wen Yunqing beside her: "Mom, she is the sister I told you that day who is very sassy in the sword shop."

Wen Yunqing nodded clearly, "So you met Jiang Siming. It's really fate."

Jiang Siming is destined, and Monk Zhang Er is confused.

What are their family talking about?

Wen Yunqing pulled his son behind him and said with a smile: "I originally wanted you to get to know each other, but I didn't expect that these two little guys met Jiang Siming not long ago. They have told me a lot about Jiang Siming that day. Heroic."

Jiang Yu: "..."

He has lived for thousands of years, but it does not prevent society from being afraid of others and picking at his feet in embarrassment.

It was still pleasant to find a mountaintop to practice alone.

"Thank you so much for your compliments, your master and your daughter." Jiang Yu tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth and force out a smile.

I don't know if it was Jiang Yu's illusion, but the man behind Wen Yunqing seemed to have been looking at her.

Jiang Yu raised his head and met each other's eyes. The man looked away in panic.

Jiang Yu suddenly thought of this person!

This man was the man who had a conflict with the boy in yellow shirt at the counter when she went to buy a sword box that day.

It turned out that he was the son Wen Yunqing had been introducing to him.

It does seem that there are some shadows of Wen Yunqing, still wearing navy blue robes, and the dark-colored person is steady and gentle.

Her appearance is not outstanding, it can only be described as delicate.

But at first glance, she looked very comfortable and not aggressive at all. She was neither as coquettish as Tao Qian nor as delicate as the man in yellow.

There is something of the elegance and easy-goingness of men from thousands of years ago.

He is neither tall nor short, about the same height as Jiang Yu, with a medium build.

I have to say that it actually suits Jiang Yu's taste. If she were a normal mortal, or the man in front of her would really be her choice.

pity……

Jiang Yu's eyes darkened slightly, but unfortunately she just wanted to end her love and ascend to heaven.

Those who follow the path of ruthlessness should have feelings first and then break them off. Jiang Yu doesn't want anyone to be the tool for him to break up his love.

She couldn't do the thing of killing her husband to become enlightened.

It’s better not to harm the husband of a good family.

"Jinyan, come here, this is Jiang Siming."

"Sir Siming, I've heard of you for a long time. It's an honor to meet you." Wen Jinyan smiled warmly. He didn't expect to see this person again.

"Mr. Wen is so complimentary. I am honored to meet you at such a banquet." Jiang Yu tugged at the text, making his teeth ache.

Wen Yunqing looked at this scene and nodded with satisfaction, "Everyone, please take a seat, don't stand."

Jiang Yu returned to her seat, and before she breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Wen Yunqing sitting next to her with her children.

Feeling warmth on her hand, Jiang Yu lowered her head in surprise and saw the white jade porcelain wine glass being moved to her hand.

"Master, drink some wine."

Jiang Yu took the wine glass with a smile and tasted it briefly.

Not long after, the palace banquet began, and Zhongliqing and Baicang appeared on the stage.

Congratulations, toasts, singing and dancing.

Jiang Yu didn't talk to other people, and just ate and drank peacefully.

The young apprentice remained quiet and silent. By the time Jiang Yu noticed something was wrong with the person next to him, Song Heqing had already clenched his fists, his eyes widened with anger, and was about to charge forward at any moment.

Jiang Yu quickly held the child's hand, and the warm touch brought Song Heqing back to his senses, which was about to lose his mind, "He Qing?"

"Master." Song Heqing held Jiang Yu's hand tightly with his backhand, clenching his teeth, and his whole body was trembling.

Jiang Yu followed his line of sight and saw the woman who almost killed Song Heqing in Zhulin that day.

After Jiang Yu first heard about Zhong Liqing's collusion with the Qingcheng Nan Faction, he went to the Qingcheng Faction to find out.

In the past, Jiang Yu was only responsible for handing the prayer paper to Qingcheng Temple.

But I have never explored this place.

The elder of the southern sect is a mysterious woman Ning Nan, and the elder of the northern sect is Ning Bei. Originally, they both came from the same sect and were both members of the same Qingcheng sect.

200 years ago, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect died of illness, and the two closed disciples broke off their friendship and split the sect.

Ning Bei led the Northern faction into the mountains without paying attention to worldly affairs.

Ningnan is still stationed at Qingcheng Temple and Yunxiu Peak. Ningnan has a disciple, who is Ningwu in front of him.

"It's okay. As long as I'm by your side, I won't let her touch a hair of yours." Jiang Yu comforted Song Heqing.

"I believe in Master." Song Heqing raised his head and his eyes were determined. In this world, the only person he believed in was Master.

Jiang Yu looked at Ning Wu, who was standing at the back pillar, with a cold look in his eyes, and a murderous look between his eyebrows.

Not to mention Ning Yao, even if Ning Nan came in person, he would not be her opponent.

But now that Song Heqing is by his side, Jiang Yu must always pay attention to his safety. Thinking of this, Jiang Yu whispered in his young disciple's ear: "No matter what happens later, you must protect yourself first and leave me alone, you know?"

Song Heqing looked at Jiang Yu in confusion and said nothing, so Jiang Yu took his silence as a response.

After a while, the soothing dance on the stage turned into a sword dance.

The man holding a long sword has a lean and stretched figure and powerful movements. He seems to have some swordsmanship.

The steps are light, the whole body is floating with true energy, and the steps are empty and solid.

It's just a beginning of Qi refining.

Jiang Yu shook his head after seeing it, his cultivation had declined so far!
He can be sent to carry out assassinations just by refining his Qi, so who are he looking down on?

But this guy's sword dance is really pretty.

cough cough!This is not the point.

Jiang Yu looked at the man getting closer and closer to him, and unconsciously pulled Song Heqing behind him, secretly accumulating strength on his wrist under the cuff.

But when the man approached, he spun around, kicked back, picked up the sword, and then returned to his original position. There was no overstepping or assassination.

He just glared at Jiang Yu fiercely.

Jiang Yu: "..."

When did she provoke someone again?But it looks a bit familiar.

Looking at the man carefully, it seemed that someone in the audience winked at him, and he retreated.

The sword dance is coming to an end, and there are no mistakes.

Jiang Yu couldn't help but find it strange. What on earth they were going to do was so mysterious.

There was a sound on the high platform. Jiang Yu looked up and saw Zhong Liqing clapping his hands, his admiration beyond words.

"Good! Mengjia Sanlang's sword dance is indeed well-deserved. Does Baicang like it?"

Bo Cang said he liked it in a non-committal way. He neither touched Zhong Liqing's face nor showed much joy.

Zhong Liqing did not blame her. She stood up and said loudly: "Yesterday, the plum blossoms in the palace bloomed, so I had people decorate them. It just so happened that the snow stopped tonight. Dear friends, would you like to go on a night tour of the plum forest with me? Flower viewing?”

All the ministers in the audience are naturally willing, not to mention the female monarch has spoken, who dares to disobey.

Besides, walking in the snow in search of plum blossoms is an arty thing, and it is also the favorite thing among literati.

Jiang Yu wanted to sneak away, but as soon as she tied Song Heqing's cloak, she heard Zhong Liqing say: "Jiang Aiqing, you must come with me."

Jiang Yu made a move and said, okay, it's a blessing, not a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided.

(End of this chapter)