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

Chapter 2 I'm Probably a Fairy

In the afternoon, with the setting sun shining in the evening, Jiang Yu stretched and finally finished writing. She felt much more relaxed when she handed the blessing words to the housekeeper and sent them to Qingcheng Mountain.

The 800-year period is coming soon, and it will be almost done if I write it more than 30 times...

Jiang Yu sighed, looking at the butler's disappearing figure, and suddenly thought that he seemed to have brought a child back, and he didn't know if he was awake or not.

When Dong Lin came over with dinner, Jiang Yu reluctantly took a few bites and asked people to leave.

"Is the child I brought back awake?"

Donglin put the packed tableware in the food box and asked people to take it out.

"Not yet. I've already seen the medical officer. The external injuries are not fatal, but the internal injuries need to be nursed back to health. All in all, his life is not in danger."

Jiang Yu nodded, not surprised at all. The child was dying.

"Let me go and see. Have you prepared dinner for him?" Jiang Yu suddenly stopped and asked.

"We have not, let's prepare for the coming winter."

Dong Linfu was about to leave when he heard Si Ming: "Prepare more light meals."

Jiang Yu smelled the trace of blood and came to Qianhe Courtyard.

There has never been anyone in Qianhe Courtyard, but the vegetation is quite lush.

A bit popular today.

Jiang Yu stood at the door and only heard Xia Zhi talking quietly.

"Where is Xiao Langjun from?"

"Why did Si Ming bring you back?"

"Is the young man mute?"

Jiang Yu shook his head, became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and opened the door.

Xia Zhi turned around and saw a vague figure that didn't look like Winter's arrival. She quickly ran out to greet him, "Lord Si Ming!"

"Are you awake?" Jiang Yu looked at the person behind the gauze curtain through the hazy screen and asked softly.

"It seems he's awake, but he's not talking."

Jiang Yu nodded, "Well, you can go out."

The room behind him was gently closed. Jiang Yu walked around the screen and quickly walked to the bed, looking at the child lying on the bed with his eyes open.

After wiping it clean, my face looked pretty and cute.

Women have been respected in Tianlin for more than 1000 years. Men have low status. There are very few officials in the court and few merchants in the market.

Men are becoming more and more weak, and women are becoming more and more powerful.

When Jiang Yu was unearthed, he felt strange as if he had not seen the world for 800 years, but now he is used to it.

"Child, what's your name?" Jiang Yu hung up the green curtain that blocked her sight and sat on the bedside and asked.

The faint scent of medicine and blood mixed with his body.

The child looked up at Jiang Yu, his eyes were red, and the tears in his eyes seemed to be about to fall in the next second.

"Hey, why are you crying? I'm just asking for my name."

Jiang Yu, an old monster who has lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, hates seeing a child cry the most.

Especially beautiful children.

To be honest, let alone looking after children, she also had an inexplicable feeling of an elder looking at a younger person when looking at an elderly person.

This is probably the helplessness of immortal people.

To be honest, Jiang Yu didn't know how many years he had lived.

Back then, she also became the commander of Tianlin Kingdom by accident.

For as long as she could remember, she had not known what death was.

She has seen the heavens collapse, mountains and rivers reshaped, the sun and the moon upside down, the universe moving...

Breaking away from the cycle of life and death, walking alone in this world, the wind and frost of the years have not left any trace on Jiang Yu's face.

But it left an indelible mark on her heart.

During the long and boring years, she joked that she was probably a woman whose life was as long as the sky.

It was meaningless for her to live the same day as yesterday.

It's not that she hasn't met like-minded people, but in the eternal years, they are often separated by life or death.

There was a time when Jiang Yu suspected that he was an immortal living in the world.

She thought that after ascending, maybe she wouldn't be in such pain.

During the cultivation period when spiritual energy was at its peak, Jiang Yu relied on his extremely high cultivation talent to become the most powerful swordsman at that time, almost ascending to the next level.

Unfortunately, on the day of the tribulation, thunder struck down from the sky and her hair was fried.

The more Jiang Yu thought about those years, the more embarrassed he felt.

Fortunately, the crying child in front of her didn't know what she was thinking.

However, she also has something worth bragging about. She was the first person to create a sect of cultivating immortals.

The head of the Qingyun Sect said to her: "Ancestor, don't panic, this is a thunderstorm. If you can't survive it, it means the fate has not arrived yet."

When Jiang Yu heard this, she walked down the steps. It turned out that she was not lacking in ability, so she felt relieved.

So Jiang Yu entrusted the sect to the leader to find opportunities.

Unexpectedly, he encountered a white-eyed wolf and others who came to intercept and kill him. Although Jiang Yu was lucky enough to escape and not die, his vitality was still severely damaged.

After resting for thousands of years, I woke up one day and wanted to go back.

As a result, when she returned to the Qingyun Sect, not to mention the sect, Qingyun Mountain was leveled.

So Jiang Yu found a hilltop and fell asleep.

This sleep... no one knows how many years have passed.

Jiang Yu woke up again and was awakened by the sound of fighting above his head as the building collapsed and was flattened.

At that time, when she opened her eyes, she saw black holes in front of her eyes. She almost thought she was blind and was confused.

Later, she reached out and touched the semicircular protective seal she had made for herself before retreating. The outside of the protective seal had been filled with soil.

What is the difference between this and being buried?

So she waved her hand angrily, and a hole opened in the soil above her head.

However, before leaving the cave, Jiang Yu was shocked. Why is the spiritual energy so thin now?
The monsters in the mountains are afraid that they will no longer be able to transform, and the monks in the world will hardly be able to make progress.

But I haven't had time to think about it.

The two groups of people on both sides of the head were separated by the hole that Jiang Yu accidentally made, and they were already fighting.

She was inexplicably involved in the battle between male and female dynasties, and was tricked into becoming Siming.

For the past 700 years, she has been the only one who has command, and the servants in the mansion are replaced by new ones every once in a while.

For 700 years, everyone thought that Si Ming was passed down from generation to generation in the Siming Mansion. Except for every queen, no one knew that there was only Jiang Yu in Si Ming.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yu couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the little pitiful little one with slightly red eyes.

"Why are you crying?" The child sat up slowly, with tears stained on his pale face. He looked as miserable as he could.

"Sister, they are going to kill me." Xiao Naiyin cried out of anger.

"They have left. No one is here to kill you."

Jiang Yu pulled away the child's hand that had been trying to wrap around her neck and quickly stood up.

Just keep talking, why are you doing anything?

"What's your name?"

"Song Heqing. White Crane's Crane, Qing Qing's intentional Qing."

Jiang Yu read a few words softly.

"It sounds good. The surname Song is not a prince or aristocrat in Tianlin. I have never heard of it in any major sect. Why do those little Taoist nuns want to kill you?" Jiang Yu held the child's face and stared into his eyes, with a hint of evil in the corner of his mouth. Laughing, "Don't lie to me, or I'll leave you to them."

Song Heqing trembled slightly. He wanted to retreat but did not dare to break free from Jiang Yu's restraints. He said aggrievedly, "I didn't know either. They were coming to kill my parents and me."

Parents?

"When I passed by, I didn't see your parents..."

The child suddenly raised his head and stared at Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu looked at the tears in his eyes, thought about it, and took his hand away to prevent the tears from falling on his hands.

"I have been living in a thatched house in the bamboo forest for as long as I can remember. I have never seen my parents. I don't know why they suddenly came to kill me."

and many more……

"Ever since you can remember? How can you, a boy, take care of yourself at such a young age and not starve to death?"

"I used to live with my grandfather, but he passed away last year and I was alone."

Song Heqing hugged his sleeves and kept sobbing. Although Jiang Yu couldn't see his face, looking at the increasingly wet sleeves, he knew how miserable the child was crying.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. You can live here peacefully. No one can kill you as long as I'm here."

Jiang Yu sat on the edge of the bed and patted Song Heqing's back stiffly.

"Okay, okay, your eyes won't work if you cry again." It's really hard to coax a child.

The child raised his head twitchingly, his almond-shaped eyes red and swollen from crying. Jiang Yu stroked his hair like a puppy.

(End of this chapter)