The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Qin Yao helped Yunying change her clothes, and covered herself tightly with a white fox fur cloak, as well as her daughter's small body.

Yunying was blocked from seeing even a glimmer of light, she stretched out her small hand to flip the cloak, but her mother pressed her head through the soft tiger skin: "Shh, don't move around, let's scare your father!"

Yunying heard her mother's unconcealable anxiety, knowing that she would not give up if she didn't play this game with her, so she let go of her hand and walked in front of her mother, listening to her command in a low voice, "Left, Left, go straight, go straight, turn quickly" and other commands, walked through the long carved corridor, and came to the front hall.

Yun Yi sat in the main seat, holding a jade slip in her hand to comprehend carefully. When she heard the movement, she withdrew her spiritual consciousness and raised her head. When she saw Qin Yao who was wrapped up like a fat fox, she raised her eyebrows slightly: "Don't let Ah Ying go again. Come out, my daughter will be smothered to death by you!"

Qin Yao originally wanted to play tricks on her husband excitedly, but she didn't expect to be seen at a glance. She curled her lips and opened the fox fur, revealing Yunying's round head, and gently pushed Yunying: "Go, go, don't really cover it. It's broken, let your father blame me to death!"

Yunying raised her head and looked at Yun Yichen. Before joining Mingyue Sect, she often had nightmares in the Qin family, dreaming of the tragic scene on the day when the family was destroyed, and also dreaming of such peace.

But when she woke up from those dreams, they turned into misty flowers and moonlight in the water. She couldn't remember what the parents she saw again in the dream looked like.

But now, her father and mother are so close to her, one in front and one behind, so vividly.

"Sure enough, it's been spoiled, and I can't even turn my little head!" Seeing her daughter staring at her intently, Yun Yishen put down the jade slip with a smile, and hugged her in her arms, "Ah Ying is celebrating her sixth birthday today. What kind of gift do you want?"

Yun Ying was slightly in a trance, the conversation was very familiar, she finally remembered it.

This is what her father asked her on her sixth birthday.

What kind of gift do you want?
What did she say then?

she says……

"I want Daddy's knife and Mother's jade flute!"

Mom and Dad laughed, saying that she was greedy and coveted her parents' personal weapons so early.

But despite saying so, the two still gave her a silver knife and a jade flute. Although they were not personal items of the parents, they were specially made into the same style, only smaller to fit the children's hands. .

It's just a pity that both things were lost later, lost in the former site of Yun's house that was burned to ashes.

Now, she still talked about these two gifts, still heard her father and mother teasing, still opened the chiseled silver ebony box, and saw the familiar small silver knife and jade flute.

But the mood can no longer be the relaxation and happiness of the past.

Her father personally cooked longevity noodles for her, but her mother ate all the poached eggs. She didn't yell at her mother like she did back then, but just silently watched her mother leaning on the back of the chair, rubbing her belly contentedly.

After breakfast, my mother took her by the hand and walked across the snow-falling courtyard to the study to read and write under the bright snow-covered window.

Then, the mother held her hand and copied something stroke by stroke.

"What word is this?"

As if God was saying these words, even though Yunying was sensible, she couldn't help but wake up in an instant with her sinking heart.

She followed the questioning voice and looked up, the roof beams gradually disappeared, leaving only a black void.