The king will never go to court

Chapter 50 Snow Dragon Sect (for collection and further reading)

"Born with a vision, the sky will change drastically."

The old man in brocade robe tightened his black fox fur cloak, looking at the twelve tall buildings in the distance, with a trace of sadness on his face.

The pleasant state of mind at first was also washed away by the sudden vision of heaven and earth.

Although the two children serving tea by the charcoal fire didn't quite understand, they still pretended to listen carefully.

"Master, it's so late, why don't you go to rest?" One of the children was leaning against the charcoal fire, and his butt was not willing to leave the charcoal fire at all.

Outside the high tower, the cold wind was blowing, and the lanterns under the verandah swayed from side to side with the whistling sound.

"Oh, you two little fellows, I don't understand." The old man in brocade robe smashed the wine stains from his mouth again, looked at the wine gourd in his arms with a smirk, and whispered.

"Admiring the snow-capped mountains, accompanied by good wine, is such a pleasant thing. You two poor children don't understand."

The two children looked sleepily into the sky outside the attic, and it was pitch black.

The little boy who urged the old man to rest pouted and said unhappily, "What beautiful scenery? It's obviously pitch black."

The other kid took a look, then lowered his head again, and continued to doze off.

"You can't see the beautiful scenery, it's because you are not good enough."

The old man in brocade robe got up, hunched over, walked slowly to the side of the charcoal fire, kicked the dozing boy, and said with concern, "Xiaoyingjian, if you are tired, go back to your room and go to sleep."

Tong Yingjian

When he was four years old, he was accepted as an attendant disciple by the old master of Xuelong Sect. He usually lives by the old man's side and has been with the old man for three years.

Tong Yingjian, who was woken up by the kick, rubbed her big watery eyes, shed two teardrops in aggrieved way, and said holding back, "Master, you bullied me again."

"Okay. If you don't take good care of Master, you will know how to sleep. Our Snow Dragon Sect's food is almost eaten by the two of you."

The old man in brocade robe secretly took another sip of wine, and stroked his snow-white beard comfortably.

The little boy who had been taking care of the charcoal fire puffed up, "Master, has everyone eaten food? We often steal wine for you, the old man."

"Do you still dare to say it?" The old man in brocade robe glared at the angry boy, showed a kind smile, and said awkwardly, "Wasn't you caught stealing alcohol before? How dare you call it my disciple?"

"This this,"

The little boy's face turned red with anger, so he bared his canine teeth and made an angry expression, "We started late, so we can't blame us for that."

"Got it, got it. I always find a reason. When did the two of you not secretly sleep when practicing?" The old man in brocade robe squinted his eyes, trying to stretch his wrinkled cheeks.

"This, Master. We know we are wrong." Tong Yingjian tugged at the corner of the boy's clothes and reminded, "Brother Yulai, Master is drinking, drinking."

Although the voice was very soft, at the end he said the words "drinking" very emphatically, and he kept winking.

Fang Yulai, who was only one year older but still a senior brother, stared at the corners of the old man's mouth and the wine stains on his beard that hadn't been wiped off, felt a little bit in his heart, and hurriedly gave Tong Yingjian a look that both of them knew.

The two children said at the same time, "Master, we are going to rest."

Then, he left the attic in a hurry and ran towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.

The little toes stepped on the floor, making a creaking, creaking sound.

At this moment, two children collided with a middle-aged man who came from the bottom of the stairs.

"Brother!"

The two boys clasped their hands together and saluted very respectfully.

Holy pure one!The current suzerain of the Xuelong sect.

Wearing a deep purple brocade robe embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, the workmanship is exquisite and luxurious, and a black and white chilong jade pendant is tied around his waist. He has a handsome face and a restrained breath.

However, the aura in Sheng Chunyi's body at this time was still a little turbulent, and he rushed from the tall building where he was to this tall building in one breath, and he was a little panting.

"You two little guys, what are you going to do if you don't take good care of Master?" Sheng Chun rubbed the hair on top of the two boys' heads with one hand at the same time.

"Master told us both to rest."

The two children stuck out their tongues at the same time, Fang Yulai secretly pointed to the wine gourd in the hand of the brocade robed old man, and reminded in a very low voice, "Senior brother, you have to be careful. Master will jump off the building if he is drunk .”

Fang Yulai and Tong Yingjian found the old man in brocade robe who was hungover from the snow under the tower several times.

The two children were also very curious, their master's life was really tough, they were frozen all night, and they were still alive and well the next day.

Sheng Chunyi gave a look of "I understand", and the two boys ran down the attic with a sigh of relief.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, the old man in brocade robe cast a sideways glance at himself, his great apprentice, the suzerain of Xuelong Sect.

As a result, he couldn't stand firmly on his feet, and he almost fell tremblingly.

"Master, have you sensed it?" Sheng Chunyi quickly walked up to the brocade-robed old man, helped him to the side of the charcoal fire, and asked eagerly.

"What did you perceive? It's not that there is some vitality in the world, so why make a fuss about it."

The brocade robed old man leaned forward a little bit, suddenly felt a little cold, and moved closer.

Sheng Chunyi added a few pieces of pure charcoal to the charcoal fire, and the fire in the charcoal basin was much stronger, but there was no trace of smoke.

"What's going on?" Sheng Chun was still in seclusion when he suddenly felt that the breath of physical strength was a bit disordered, and the vitality of the surrounding world suddenly decreased and became very thin.

"What else can there be? There can only be one reason for the decrease of the vitality of the world." The old man in brocade robe picked up the wine gourd again, and was about to unplug the gourd when his first disciple snatched it away.

Sheng Chunyi clasped the wine gourd tightly, and asked, "It's nothing more than being absorbed by others, but who has such a great ability to swallow so much vitality in an instant?"

The old man in brocade robe fixed his eyes, fixed his eyes on the wine gourd in the hands of the eldest disciple, blew his beard and stared and said, "What are you afraid of? The sky won't collapse? Even if it collapses, there will be a tall man on top."

"Master, you mean." Sheng Chunyi didn't say it directly, but pointed to the north with his finger holding the wine gourd.

Taking advantage of the other party's inattention, the old man in brocade robe snatched back the wine gourd very quickly, took another big gulp of wine in a flash, and poured it down beside the charcoal fire very comfortably, muttering in his mouth.

"As long as you don't become our enemy, it doesn't matter who absorbed the vitality of heaven and earth, this thing is not from our sect, you, you take care of it."

The more I speak, the less clearly my articulation becomes, and then there is the sound of snoring.

Sheng Chunyi shook his head helplessly, looking at the increasingly thinner master, the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

He got up slowly, hugged the old man in brocade robe back to the soft couch, and covered him with the quilt.

Coming out of the corridor, looking at the dark sky, with a sad face, he said to himself, "Who is it? He hurt Master so badly."

Sheng Chunyi let out a long sigh, and his face gradually returned to calm. He still had to shoulder the burden of the entire sect.

No matter who it is, as long as it doesn't threaten Xue Longzong, he is willing to make friends, so he has the favor of several princes.

They also provided protection for these nobles, many inner disciples of the current Xuelong Zongzong were clan disciples sent by several nobles.

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