After the crown princess was reborn, she was overwhelmed with farming!

Chapter 349 Spring Comes Autumn, I'm All Alone
Li Mingqi, No. 1 Nursing Sister, once again condensed her inner strength, and the bronze sword flew up, slashing towards Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhong Nanshan didn't pay attention to Li Mingqi, the sword in his hand swung the bronze sword and pierced directly to Li Mingqi's heart and lungs...

But Li Mingqi's body suddenly fell to one side, a black shadow appeared behind him, the silver sword in his hand collided with his sword, the two intersected, and passed straight through each other's chests.

Zhong Nanshan secretly cursed at the lunatic, and retreated while holding the sword.

Ah Li's sword didn't put away, and once again drew the barrier, the sword in his hand shone with a silver light, turned into dozens of swords, and shot towards Zhongnan Mountain.

"Pfft..." Zhong Nanshan spit out a mouthful of blood as he received the sword energy piercing through his chest.

Ah Li's martial arts are clearly above Zhongnan Mountain, just now Yexiu and the thousand-year-old second and others have fought against him for so long, but they can't hurt him in the slightest.

Ah Li seriously injured Zhong Nanshan, but he didn't withdraw immediately, and once again stabbed his dantian with his sword.

Martial arts are useless.

Zhong Nanshan didn't expect that once again, he would still be defeated by this hermit.

Looking at the dying Zhongnan Mountain lying on the ground, Ah Li put away the sword in his hand, but did not put away the barrier, and turned to ask Rong Xuan: "Young master."

Witnessing the whole process, the dumbfounded Li Mingqi also looked at Rong Xuan, and thought to himself, as expected, he still has to fight his father, no matter how powerful he is, he still needs to ask the young master for instructions.

Rong Xuan looked at Nalanjing and Yi Yanhan, it was up to them how to deal with them.

Nalanjing and Yi Yanhan looked at each other before walking towards Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhong Nanshan looked at the woman beside Yi Yanhan, this completely unfamiliar face made him unable to remember her at all.

"Ah Jing..." Zhong Nanshan's martial arts were abolished, and there was no sign of decadence on his face. He looked at Nalan Jing with a touch of curiosity, but more affection and tenderness.

Nalanjing frowned, wondering where she provoked Zhong Nanshan and made him obsessed with it.

As if seeing Nalanjing's confusion, Zhong Nanshan's expression was very light, and he said: "I suffered so much in Wuya Pavilion in those years, and if my daily practice didn't satisfy Master, he would whip me with a hooked whip, Punish me to kneel on the nameless mountain..."

The hot summer sun burns, the wound festers, the freezing cold, the wound ruptures, the wind blows the sun, the sky freezes, the rainstorm pours, spring comes and falls, these days he is alone.

He hated his master, senior brother, and everyone in Wuya Pavilion. They brought him back, but they never gave him any love.

Until the age of 14, the brother brought back a girl.

On that day, he practiced lazily and made Master unhappy again, so he wanted to punish him with a whip.

The brother said that the younger brother is very talented, and he should cultivate with his heart, and don't make the master unhappy.

The disciples of the same sect all spoke up one after another, telling him not to turn his back on him with good words. If a young man doesn't work hard, it will only be sad when he grows old.

At that time, the young Zhong Nanshan knelt down rebelliously and said nothing, but he obviously didn't take anyone seriously.

Seeing that the master was so angry that he was yelling to beat him to death, make him lazy, make him opportunistic, make him not learn well...

The four-year-old girl knelt down beside him, with her chin held high, she said in a rather airy manner: "Grandpa Master, you said that Uncle Master is very talented, he is a genius in cultivation, and saints are lazy, let alone human beings. The little uncle faces the wall and thinks about his mistakes, wouldn't it be better to teach him after he figured out where he was wrong?" At least it is better than violent education.

The young Nalan Jing knew that a stick may not make a filial son.

If you don't fight, you can't become a talent, not everyone is suitable.

Zhong Nanshan's mind has long been distorted, how could he be influenced by Nalan Jing's words.

On the contrary, when the master saw that Nalan Jing was able to say such a small person, he was immediately overwhelmed with amazement, and praised his senior brother as a talented granddaughter.

Wuya Pavilion was founded by Wu Yazi, but Wu Yazi has an extremely strict master, he is over sixty years old, and has not accepted apprentices for many years, only Zhong Nanshan's extraordinary talent can catch his eyes.

In his heart, Wu Yazi was devoted to inheriting the way of medicine and wasted all his time on Wuya Pavilion, so he was not suitable to inherit his martial arts mantle, so he accepted Zhong Nanshan as a closed disciple.

Zhong Nanshan was spared the whip because of these words, and punished him to kneel on Wuming Mountain.

Wuming Mountain is the tower of Wuya Pavilion. Looking down, you can see the abyss. When you look up, you can see the endless mountains, and when you look up, you can see the Nine Heavens within reach.

It was the first time that Zhong Nanshan was not injured, kneeling on the Wuming Mountain, enjoying the tranquility of nature.

This time he didn't obey the teacher's order and knelt still, but took a rope and went down the cliff, but because he touched the mechanism of the cliff, he was trapped in the valley.

Zhong Nanshan was naughty since he was a child, everyone thought he had gone wild, and no one was worried that he would not come back.

Nalanjing followed Wu Yazi to Wuming Mountain, saw the traces of ropes on the edge of the cliff, and guessed that Zhongnan Mountain was under the cliff.

Wu Yazi was very troubled by this little junior, so he took Nalan Jing to the bottom of the cliff, and after a lot of effort, he found Zhongnan Mountain in the valley and rescued him from the trap.

At night, on the way back, the mountains and forests are filled with starlight.

Nalan Jing climbed the mountain for so long and couldn't walk anymore.

Wu Yazi inherited his master's strict temperament, and let Nalan Jing go by himself without being coquettish.

Narankin's soles were worn out, his toes were bleeding all the time, and his eyes were full of tears, so he could only hold back his tears and sob softly.

Zhong Nanshan, who had been watching coldly, didn't know what was wrong, so the ghost squatted down and asked her to climb up.

Nalanjing was afraid of Wu Yazi, he didn't dare to let Wu Yazi carry her, but he was not afraid of Wu Yazi scolding her, seeing someone willing to carry her, he immediately climbed up with a smile on his face, hugged his shoulder carefully, and walked out softly. Voice: "Little Master Uncle, I'm coming up."

The moonlight was very bright that day, and the faint breath on the girl gave him a different feeling in his heart that had been lonely for many years.

At that time, he didn't quite understand what it felt like.

Until later, every time Wu Yazi took her back to Wuya Pavilion, her approach would make him feel at ease, and gradually loosen his heart of falling into darkness.

He didn't dare to get too close, for he was afraid that if he stretched out his hand, he would destroy the person.

And he was reluctant to leave, every time she brought the delicacies of Anyang City to see him, he would take her to the cliff of Wuming Mountain to watch the sunset, in fact, to see the abyss below, the road they used to walk under the stars and the moon.

At that time, Zhong Nanshan had gradually learned about the relationship between men and women, and every time he saw her, he would restrain himself and return to courtesy, using taciturnity to cover up his imminent lust.

Under this kind of extreme depression, Nalan Jing grew up day after day. She was warm when she was a child, but she gradually became sharper in the future. She went to battle to kill the enemy and walked towards the court. She was braver than a general and more rigid than a literati.

Since when did she come back less and less.

He once went down the mountain to look for her, and took the opportunity to ask her once: "There is a person who is from the same school as you. He is above your seniority. He has liked you for a long time. Would you consider accepting this feeling?"

(End of this chapter)